#servent of the springs

[overlyspecific]

Part 2 of Merlin as Robin Hood

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

A noble is traveling through the woods and Merlin sees him mistreating his servants.

Noble: come on, move faster! we need to get to Camelot before sundown. I don’t want to spend any longer in these words than I have to.

servant: *under his breath* well maybe if you gave me a horse i would be able to go a little faster

Noble: what did you say?!

the noble brings his arm up to strike the servant, but is suddenly thrown back against a tree. ropes spring up to tie the noble down.

Merlin: he said if you gave him a horse things would go faster. i happen to agree. what do you think, should i give him your horse?

Noble: Magic! You are using magic! The king will have your head for this!

Merlin: Oh he has certainly tried…several times. Anyways, its been a great chat but I actually have places to be so why don’t we speed things up? Lance? Gwaine?

Lance and Gwaine appear from behind the trees. The servant jumps back at their entrance.

Gwaine: yeah merls?

Merlin: take the excess from the cart for that village in famine we visited a couple days ago.

Gwaine: on it!

Merlin: Lance, make sure Gwaine doesnt take the ale.

Lance: on it.

Gwaine: oh come on, Merlin. whats the point of being an outlaw if we can’t benefit from it just a little?

Merlin: we’re not outlaws. we are just working outside of the law.

Merlin turns to face the servant.

Servant: Who ARE you?

Merlin: the names Merlin but some call me emrys and one calls me an idiot but i dont listen to him much.

Servant: and you steal from the rich…but you dont take anything for yourself?

Merlin: only what we need to survive

Servant: wow that’s really-

Merlin: amazing, honorable, selfless?

Servent: -a total rip-off of that guy in sherwood forest.

Gwaine: *from the cart, unloading boxes of jewelry and gold* that’s what I told him, but he didn’t listen

Lancelot: two people can do good in a similar way.

Merlin: thank you Lance, thats why you’re my favorite

Gwaine: *mock outrage* you dont mean THAT

Servant: so can I go or…

Merlin: yes you are free to leave, but you have to do one thing first…

Time jump. The throne room of the castle.

Uther: he said what?!

Servant: he said ‘tell the prince i appreciate the fancy jewels but i look better in blue’

Morgana hides a laugh behind her hand and Arthur glares at her. his anger isnt enough to hide his blush, and Moragna laugh harder.

Uther: Arthur, you are to go after him at once!

Arthur: but father, he has magic and seems to always be three steps ahead.

Uther: I don’t care! I will not have my kingdom be accosted by a sorcerer who taunts us at every turn

Morgana: *under her breath to Gwen as she fills her cup* he really only taunts arthur

Uther: Arthur, you will find him and make sure he burns on the pyre. we will make an example of him. no one is above the law!

Arthur: yes, father. we will leave at once

[riboism]

seni oilai

♔ pairing: servent! j.wy x queen! reader

♔ genre: smut, angst

♔ wc: 2.5k

♔ content: royalty au, sexual servitude, fingering, nipple play, penetration, lots of teasing, unsaid feelings, secret established relationship

♔ a/n: no read more tab because tumblr hates me :/

The bathroom ceiling was decorated with beautiful and intricate designs, all handpainted by the Royal family’s personal painter. You’ve been told that the painter had spent days lying on his back to make the scenery that currently overlooked your bathtub. The inspiration came from the first spring after the long, brutal, and deadly winter your Kingdom endured many years ago. Your eyes followed the swells of white clouds that stretched over the light blue paint and the flocks of birds that stretched their wings and embraced the rebirth of warmth and beauty. Of course, that was just what the painter pictured it to be. But to you, the painting was nothing but a cruel reminder of what you could never have. You stared up at this grand ceiling from your bathtub every night, growing sick from the constant reminder that you were stuck. You felt like a bird being held prisoner in its cage, forced to look at everyone else flap their wings and fly away from this godforsaken place. 

After the untimely death of your parents, and there being no male heirs to the throne, the Court decided with great hesitation to pass the crown down to you. No one wanted a girl Queen. Just the thought of you as a ruler gave the Kingdom great anxiety. A girl Queen meant a vulnerable Kingdom, and no one was equipped to handle an invasion. Understanding this sentiment at such a young age, you made it your duty to prove everyone wrong. You wanted to show them that you were capable, if not more capable than your father, of being a leader. Even with your accomplishments at peace and prosperity during your years of reign, that sentiment remained unchanged. You learned that no matter what you did, no one would take you seriously as Queen. And with that, your efforts faltered and you went on autopilot.

There were whispers in the court about an unnamed Prince who was interested in her Royal Highness. The lone Prince was said to have been planning to propose to you and merge both Kingdoms under one rule. The Court took a likeness to the idea. You were bombarded by them, along with the Chief Minister to at least consider marrying him. There were too many reasons not to say no: More land, financial security, and of course, more respect and stability with a man by your side. It amazed you just how much they trusted and respected someone they barely knew all because he had a dick.

You sunk yourself lower into the bath, resting your achy neck on the edge of the tub. You were under a lot of stress tonight after the Chief Minister announced to you that he invited this bachelor for you to meet tomorrow. You were angry, of course, but you were used to him doing things behind your back like this. He was a good friend to your father and looked to advise you as best as he could. But sometimes, he made you feel like you had no say in anything you did. You were just the face of the Kingdom, a puppet for him to puppeteer. As much as you wanted to fight it, you knew that at the end of the day, he would get his way and you will have to walk down that aisle sooner or later.

Honestly, there was no reason to be bothered by this in the first place. Being Queen was a difficult task. To have someone else take the wheel would be a godsend, and could finally take some stress off your shoulders. So why were you so upset?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the bathroom doors open and shut from behind you, followed by a hesitant few steps forward. You knew exactly who it was from his timid footsteps.

“You’re late.” You sighed in exasperation. Shutting your eyes, you sunk yourself even deeper into the water, sending some bubbles to splash out from the tub.

“I know. I apologize, Your Majesty.” After a beat of silence, Wooyoung walked over to the bathtub. Your eyes were still shut but you knew he was hovering over you now, most likely with a playful grin, with his hands tucked neatly behind his back as he obediently awaited his next order. However, when you fluttered your eyes open, you were met with the sight of your humble servant gazing down at you with a look of concern. It always amazed you just how beautiful he looked wearing any emotion- anger, sadness, contentment- it was worth more to look at than the eyesore that took over your bathroom ceiling. But of course, your favorite look on him was the look of lust. His half-lidded eyes, rosy cheeks, and parted lips while you sank down his length- that was a sight worth looking at.

“I won’t be needing you tonight. I’ll be retiring to my chambers soon. You should do the same.” You closed your eyes again and waited to hear his footsteps trail away. But he didn’t move.

“Is something the matter?” he asked.

You wished he’d just obey and leave you alone. When you two first started, it was supposed to be just a physical relationship. But now it was intimate in a way that you never intended. And you worried if maybe he was too emotionally attached to you. Or maybe it was you that was attached to him.

“Everything’s fine.” You prayed that was sufficient, but to your dismay, Wooyoung wasn’t satisfied and he took it upon himself to sit on the edge of the tub and quietly wait for you to tell him what was really wrong.

“Wooyoung,” you whined, “I’m just tired. That’s all.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Are you calling your Queen a liar? I’m pretty sure that’s treason.”

Your quick-witted reply earned you a chuckle and you were relieved to see him soften his expression for once that night. “Fine. Don’t tell me.” Wooyoung dipped his hand into the warm bath water and traced his fingertips up your thigh. You bit back a moan as his hand inched closer to your bare heat. “But at least let me help you relieve some stress.”

Wooyoung rubbed your inner thigh and waited for you to part your legs. Hesitating at first, you eventually obliged and spread yourself open for him. He made an experimental swipe over your slit which already had you rolling your eyes back. He spread your lips apart, pouting when he saw your aching clit.

“You spend all day taking care of this Kingdom, but who takes care of you?” He poked. It drove you mad when he spoke to you like this, a soft and barely audible whisper like he didn’t want to talk over your moans. After massaging over your clit, he slid his fingers down to your entrance and pushed two fingers inside of you, smiling to himself as he watched you struggle to hold in your gasps.

“Wooyoung!” You gripped his forearm tightly as he pumped his digits in and out of you. His pace was unforgiving and you tried desperately to hold on and control his movements. But Wooyoung was pissed and there was no way to tame him when he was like this. He didn’t like when you kept things from him. He knew you were hiding something and he doesn’t particularly like being out of the loop.

“Shh..” he cooed, “just relax and let me take care of you.”

He began curling his fingers inside of you, and this time you weren’t able to hold in your moans. You were usually good at keeping quiet, afraid of nosy servants hearing what you were up to and spreading rumors that you took a lowborn as a lover. But Wooyoung thought if he couldn’t get you to talk about what’s bothering you, then he deserved to hear your loud and delicious moans as a replacement.

“Too fast…gonna cum” you squealed, sending more water out from the bathtub as you jolted your hips up and down.

“Already?” He grinned. “I barely even started.”

You opened your mouth to tell him to stop teasing, but the feeling of his thumb pressing over your needy clit took the words right out of your mouth. One hand gripped the bathtub, while the other was still holding onto his chiseled arm. Heat pooled in your lower stomach and Wooyoung could tell that it would only take another couple of pumps before you came undone for him. As much as you loved his skilled fingers swirling over your clit, you didn’t want to finish so quickly and go back to another night of sleepless worry. You grabbed onto his hand to stop him from going any further.

“Not like this” you breathed. Wooyoung smirked, his fingers still deep inside of you.

“No? Then how would you like me, My Queen?”

“You know your place.” You pulled your legs up to your chest, hinting at him to get in with you. Nothing else was said as he quickly unclothed himself before slipping into the bath. Before you could climb over him, you took some time to admire how heavenly he looked right now: Wet hair slicked back with a few strands kissing at his forehead, and the way his collarbones glistened from being in the bubbly water. Wooyoung was second to none, incomparable to even the richest of Kings. You never admitted it to him, but sometimes you imagined him in a crown sitting beside you on the throne. Anyone who saw him wouldn’t second guess that he belonged up there with you.

You straddled over him now, taking him into your hands to help him get ready for you. He kissed down your neck before making home on your breast, rubbing his lips gently over your nipples. They were more sensitive and raised now from being in the water for so long, and Wooyoung took advantage of that. He took your bud into his mouth as you stroked his stiff cock, the vibrations from his moans sending goosebumps all over your skin.

Wooyoung took his cock from you and lined himself up with your core. You let out a string of low and shaky moans, waiting for the moment that he’d finally enter and fuck all the useless thoughts out of your head. But Wooyoung had no intention of giving you what you wanted. Instead, he rubbed his tip along your slit in an agonizingly slow tempo, carefully brushing over your clit as he did so.

“Woo…please, can’t wait any longer.”

He looked up at you with hazy eyes, waiting for you to make eye contact with him. But you couldn’t get yourself to look him in the eye. “First tell me what’s on your mind.”He demanded.

You sighed, unhappy when you understood that he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted unless you confessed. But the truth was, you yourself weren’t sure what was bothering you. You just knew that you wanted to see him tonight and have him close. Part of you worried it would be the last time.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

He sprayed your chest with soft kisses, speaking into your skin in a low voice. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s wrong.” He was circling his tip over your clit now. He knew it drove you crazy, all this stimulation when all you wanted was to feel full from his cock.

“Wooyoung.” You hated begging. You hated that he wouldn’t give you what you wanted, but you were too under his spell to do anything about it other than whine pathetically as he toyed with you like this.

Wooyoung only hummed in response, lips still nipping at your sore breasts. At first, you thought he finally gave up when you felt him push his tip into your entrance. You held onto his shoulders and anticipated the stretch but the anticipation soon turned to frustration once he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty again.

Defeated, your face fell to the crook of his neck and you groaned in annoyance. “I should just have you beheaded.”

He chuckled into your ear. “Then who’ll make you cum?”

Wooyoung continued on with his game, pushing just the tip into you before pulling himself back out. So many thoughts raced over your head, some making sense, some not, but one thing was for sure and that was that you couldn’t bare to go on like this anymore.

“It’s you!” You admitted. “You’re always on my mind and I’m so tired of it! I hate you for making me feel this way, if I could go back in time I would stop myself from ever getting involved with you! Now will you just shut up and obey me for once?!”

Wooyoung was utterly dumbfounded. Although he understood that the true nature of your relationship was purely sexual servitude, he couldn’t deny that he’d often wondered if you, like him, felt something more. After thinking it over, he understood your frustrations. He had heard the rumors about the proposal. He tried not to take it personally. He knew where he stood in this relationship. Being a Royal was stressful as it was, and it was his job to offer some much needed stress relief to the Queen. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel a little depressed after hearing of your coming marriage.

Now that he knew your true feelings, Wooyoung thought about asking you to run away with him and finally free yourselves from this cage. But he also knew where your loyalties lie, and they were tightly knotted within this Kingdom. He wished you knew that his loyalties laid with you. If he told you, would it make a difference? He wondered.

He had so much he wanted to say. But he knew in the end that nothing could be done in your situation. In an effort to make things easier, he decided to finally do as he was asked and help you forget about your troubles- as well as his. Giving you that boyish smirk of his, he lined himself up with your core once again.

“As you wish, Your Majesty.”

With your slit covered in anticipation, and with the bath water around you, he slipped into you with ease. Both of you moaned once he bottomed out. You stayed still, connecting your lips with his, sharing the same hunger he had for you with him. His hands fell to your hips and he guided you over his shaft. The pace was slow but perfect. You didn’t want to finish so quickly, wishing to savor every bit of him for as long as you could. But all the moaning, kissing, touching, as well as having your bud being rubbed against his abs every time you came up and down his length made it impossible to stall your release.

When you were both done you remained as you were in the bathtub with your head laying against his chest whine he traced his fingers up and down your spine. He let you play with his other fingers as you both came down from your highs. You thought his fingers were still pretty even though they were all pruny from the extended time in the water. “In another life, I would’ve.” You broke the silence. You said it so quietly that you worried if he heard you or not. You didn’t think you had it in you to say it again.

Wooyoung sighed, taking a break from tracing your back to just stay still and hold you. He wondered what awful thing he did in his past life to be born as a servant. But there was nothing either of you could do about it now, other than to enjoy the night before you two went back to being strangers in the morning.

“In another life.” He agreed.

🎧 seni oilai- ALPHA

[arttrampbelle]

Ok so since tumblr couldn't let me add more than 10 photos i had to improvise.

So here it is.

Shang tsung self ship giant ass post!

Ok so this is me. Describing things as if im giving a tour or tutorial on a game. :3

Very self indulgent.

🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉

SHANG TSUNG'S ISLAND

The island: absolutely breathtaking views. Tropical paradise. Various old structures and architecture of many many various eras and dynasties of China. Sometimes you can feel the island like it's alive....how ominous. Shang tsung says the island is in a realm of its own. A pocket dimension,not quite affected the same way as the realms it connects to. It sorta of is timeless,much like the man who rules it...still wonder what he means by this.

But overall it has lovely shores and beaches. Lavish courtyards and gardens. It has an upper courtyard,and lower. The Lower courtyard is mostly for guests,kombatants when there is a tournament,servents and guards. The upper courtyard is for me and shang tsung. He doesn't let anyone wander around in it unless he invites you. Which he does rarely.

The interior: the interior is traditional but has modern facilities. (Look shang is old but come on man!)

Tho he does have a traditional kitchen and a modern. But the modern one is his personal one near his living quarters. The rest of the inner palace is still got an old school vibe.

The inner palace/private living quarters:The bed chambers is lavish. Large. Silks,velvets,gold,red. *sigh* . Beautiful.

Shang's private kitchen,bathroom,hot spring,etc is all connected.

Armor/clothing:has beautiful armor and a ceremonial sword in his bed chambers too.

Some armor is for kombat. Some is ceremonial. Either way it's always beautiful to look at.

I too have lovely outfits. Aren't they great?

My magic apprentice outfit. Sorceress in training if you will. (Not exactly how i had it,but it was closest to i could find)

Also our accessories too

Shang and i (lady tsung) have snake rings. A pendent that helps my magic training. Master tsung has a snake flask(with what alcohol or its contents, i dare not ask him) and a dragon pipe for Tobacco(or other substances im sure).

Throne room:Shang tsung's throne room is also breathtaking. A Large room,holden dragons,the tournament master private dining room, a small courtyard next to it. Isn't it lovely?

His chair and also the outside gates to the inner palace.

Well that's all i have to show you for now! I hope you enjoy your stay. You probably should get going before he gets back. Shang tsung,my beloved tends to get a bit peeved when i have guests up here.

❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤

I hope you enjoyed this fun post. Also if you want you can use some of the pics for aesthetic boards if you want! Just try to credit me or at least send me a link to your work. I would love to see your creations!

Nothing is set in stone. And things may change but i have fun world building fr. So i hope this helps you too get ideas!

Plz i really love discussion on this stuff :'3 i have little people to talk to bout decor and design. And all this that goes into story and art.

Sincerely- @mrstsung (lady tsung,arttrampbelle)

*note i dont do mk12 shang. I will do any other shang tsung. Thank you*

[that-edgy-gal]

Working on my bbeg monolouge for the game in DMing and thought I'd throw the draft up here. For context he's a lich who bound his sound to the concept of time in order to try to claim the place of models to stop time forever for trauma reasons.

Once upon a time there was a boy. The son of a watchmaker he was, and he spent many of the long days after school helping his father build and fix watches for the wealthy men of a magical floating city. He grew to match and quickly outpace his father at his own trade as the focus the work required of him allowed him to push away all thoughts of his life and his place in the world. For despite living in a magical city and doing wonderful work, neither he nor his father had the fortune of being born with heaps of gold to their names, or in fact much of anything at all.

The boy knew they were poor, and he longed to be wealthy, to dress well and fit in with the other boys at his school, so he worked. He worked from sun down to sun up, trading with his father, who worked all day. He spent his time bent over his desk with only a few dimly shining candles to light the machinery that came together beneath his hands. He spent longer and longer working until his eyes grew weak, his back sore and hunched, and his fingers calloused and cut from working with the tiny, blade sharp gears.

It did not suprise him when he first grew ill. Turning gaunt and pale as whatever he had caught in the long hours of the night ravaged his weak body. His father was driven near mania by the threat that he may lose the last person he had in the world. So he called in a healer. He was not someone who the poor boy and his father would have been able to afford the services of, but for that he was the servant of a god of law and order, and he was pleased by the timepieces that the father and son made. He offered a trade. He would do what he could, and in exchange, he would take all of the clocks that remained in the small shop to his temple to offer them to his god. The father quickly accepted and shook hands with the man. Then, the renowned priest of law and order entered the boys' room and gave the boy a single simple prayer. He turned to the father and said that that was all that could be done. That it was not the place of mortals to control how things might be. The father was furious and told the priest the deal was off.

But he was a priest of law and order, and the deal had been made. His servants came and emptied the shop, leaving nothing behind, not even a single spring. The father was publicly and slowly killed as an example of why one much always bow to the word of the law and the boy never got well. But he did live. He lived and learned and scraped by when it seemed the entire city was turned against him. He smelled the rot in its depths, and he saw its downfall coming and fled. He watched the lives of all those who had ever wronged him ended as the wretched city that hated him as much as he hated it was thrown to the ground by the gods who's servents had taken everything from him.

He watched from his tower buried beneath wards and enchantments as the world ended and sprang up once again. He watched from his tower as the world he had grown up in was forgotten except for fairy tales and ruins. Eventually, he gathered the courage to venture into the world. He went to a school where the highest achievers barely reached the level of parlor tricks he had seen as a child and became a professor there. He fell in love. And just when he thought he could be happy. Just when he thought he could enjoy his time. The child he longed to have nearly killed his true love. He saved them, barely. But he couldn't leave them. And as more and more time passed, he knew that the moment he ended their stasis, both his wife and child would die. So he never left. He stayed and studied and learned. He told his mind from his body and used his soul as thread to bind it to the one thing that had always been the source of his misery. That he'd never had enough of.

It took a few thousand years for him to even consider going any further. But what he wanted to try had been attempted before and even successfully done once. So he called upon the most powerful arcanists of the day, filled their minds with promises of power, and played to their greed until they gave him what he needed. Then, he began the process of becoming a God.

He failed a few times. That was to be expected, of course, but due to what he had bound himself to, a failure simply meant that he had to wait a few short centuries rather than the destruction of the entire multiverse. Eventually. Inevitably. He succeeded. He tore a god from the sky and stitched himself into its place, tying the stings of everything to his fingers until all of time was spread out before him like a tapestry. And he could finally put it all to rest. No more pain. No more loss. Just one. Eternal moment.

Then he freezes time and gets surprised by players having mcguffins that let them not be frozen and they fight etc etc.

[highwaytothestarskanab]

୨୧ HIGHWAY TO THE STARS

forum city, simple, tous types de personnages sont les bienvenus.

" LEVEZ LES YEUX VERS LE CIEL DE LA NUIT ET LA VISION QUI S’OFFRIRA À VOUS SERA UN CADEAU D’UNE BEAUTÉ INEXPRIMABLE. "

L'utah abrite de nombreux joyaux cachés et la ville de Kanab est une merveille, une autoroute vers les étoiles qui vous emmène dans la rêverie. Dans un paysage désertique avec le canyon Peakboo, vous serez dominé paisiblement par une ville entourée de falaises. Sable et virevoltants prennent leurs envols dans une communauté pittoresque où un ciel d'azur offre une sublime toile de fond aux gros nuages blancs. L’air pur du Sud-Ouest s’emplit de parfums enivrants de sauge et de cèdre. Là-haut, une incroyable lumière dorée inonde la ville et les forêts de pins à pignons s’incrustent entre les imposantes falaises de roche rouge. De la faune aux fleurs sauvages en passant par la floraison des cactus. La fin de l'hiver et le printemps sont les périodes où le désert reprend vie.

Qu'en est-il justement de ces habitants répartis dans ces arrondissements ? Quelles sont leurs différences ? Qu'est-ce qui façonne leur vie ? Vivent-ils sous un ciel toujours bleu ?

Pour certains, les étoiles servent à redonner de l'espoir à tous ceux qui n'en ont plus, à ceux qui sont perdus. Elles sont associées à l'illumination, à la chance, aux changements et même à la renaissance. Pour d'autres, elles inspirent méfiance, malchance et karma.

Et pour vous ? Est-ce que les étoiles nourrissent votre imaginaire ? Symbolisent-elles l'espoir, l'amour et la quête du bonheur ?

» Forum city à Kanab, Utah. Ambiance montagne désertique, où la terre rouge finira par pénétrer votre âme. » Inspiré d'Oasis Spring, Strangerville sur les Sims 4. Forum city simple où famille et âmes sœurs sont au coeur. Un endroit où l'on peut partager, écrire et rêver. » Tous les types de personnages sont acceptés. Pas de gang, nous acceptons les dealers et/ou marginaux. » C'est une ville assez touristique, attractive et la plupart des citoyens croient aux phénomènes mystérieux qui suggèrent l'existence d'extraterrestres.

A Kanab, il n'y a que deux conduites avec la vie : Soit on la rêve, soit on l'accompli.

[glitteringrp]

⧼   camille razat, dama de companhia, heartrender, SAFIRA   ⧽     —     Eu, PHILLIPA MARIE APPLEGATE, 27 anos, vinda de OSFRO, me comprometo a realizar o requerido junto à Corte de Luz, deixando minha antiga vida para trás, e assumindo, desde já, os encargos deste serviço, nos termos deste contrato.

𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑      —

O ressoar dos sinos da enorme catedral de Ramiel, com sua forma abobada, vitrais com anjos, belos e apenas um atemorizante, decorados em vidros coloridos e sinos, marca o despertar para um novo dia. A bela, clássica e atemporal Osfrid era coberta por palacetes, igrejas e catedrais quase tão impressionante como a de Ramiel, mas ao longe dali, onde os sinos pareciam apenas sussurros de vento, o dia começava bem antes. Foi ali, que Alissane Applegate nasceu, descendente de Lorandy, tinha ido para Osfro tentar uma vida melhor, mas foi nas colônias, como uma joia da corte luz que ela teve sua melhor oportunidade, vestiu vestidos de seda pura, bebera dos vinhos mais caros e teve o seu coração quebrado. Pipa nunca ouvira a mãe falar do pai, apenas que tinha sido um homem que havia a decepcionado depois de lhe prometer o mundo, a descartou fazendo com que ela tivesse que se arrastar de volta para Osfro, com apenas uma sombra do que tinha sido e um bebê em seu ventre. A casa onde moravam era de palafitas, uma região quase pantanosa, longe da centro da capital, quando chovia (o que acontecia quase sempre, se tratando de Osfrid), as tábuas de sua casa deixavam a água entrar, a cama onde ambas dormiam quase sempre amanhecia encharcada e elas raramente tinham o que comer.

A mulher para quem Alissane trabalhava era esposa de alguém importante no governo, do exercito talvez, e eventualmente o passado de sua servente chegou ao seus ouvidos, uma corte nas colônias, com sangue novos, uma réplica da aristocracia de Osfrid. A mulher ficou mortificada, escandalizada, para ser mais exata. Ele tinha uma corte, com poderes, claro de segunda classe, mas ainda sim, poderes. Quanto tempo levaria para que se insurgissem contra a capital? até se acharem iguais a eles?

Não muito tempo depois, um oficial apareceu na casinha das Applegate, o homem fez Alissane contar tudo o que acontecera e trouxeram um amplificador, usando na pequena que ela trouxera das colônias (não importava que tivesse nascido em solo Osfridiano). A pequena, com seus cinco anos de idade foi uma surpresa melhor do que podiam imaginar. o poder de controlar o corpo, acelerando, acalmando, curando e cortando era uma arma que, se bem trabalhada poderia servir muito bem a capital. assim como uma joia.

Ela foi criada para amar Osfrid, os onze anjos gloriosos, principalmente Alanziel, anjo que era devota e havia lhe agraciado com o poder digno de guerras. Essa luta, porém, seria travada em cima de salto altos e vestidos. Phillipa fora treinada como um soldado, aguçando sua lógica, aprendendo línguas, resolvendo problemas e treinando seu poder com um dos melhores soldados de Osfro. Para ela,  blue spring manor, adoria e a corte luz eram o campo de batalha, e os Thorn seus maiores inimigos. Destroçando os sonhos de sua mãe, uma organização criminosa, com ideais extremistas e contra a soberania de Osfro, devendo, portanto serem exterminadas.

Quando chegou na idade apropriada, fora levada para uma mansão de alguém influente, sendo facilmente confundida com uma dama de companhia, alguém que os Thorn achariam dentro do perfil para a sua cobiçada corte luz. E assim ela fora recrutada pela segunda vez. 

Durante os cinco anos que sucederam, apesar das aulas serem relativamente fáceis para ela, ela passava a maior parte do tempo buscando informações sobre a organização da corte luz. Se os Thorn iriam muito a Blue Spring Manor, se a Sra. Culpepper sabia quem eram os investidores, se haviam papeis com as antigas transações, mas não… nada ficava no casarão onde treinavam as moças, afinal, elas eram apenas a mercadoria, porque deixar algo tão valioso lá? Em pouco tempo Pippa percebeu que teria muito pouco a absorver ali, mas todas as suas tentativas de saber mais eram terrivelmente frustradas pela Sra. Culpepper, que parecia sempre saber onde elas estavam e aparecia em todos os lugares. Ela não pretendia ser uma garota diamante, afinal, isso colocaria muitos olhos ao seu redor, por isso, se esforçou apenas o suficiente para não ser uma das últimas, que poderia ser vendida rápido demais, o que para ela, não era bom, afinal, em Adoria ela teria muito o que fazer. Suas melhores notas foram em religião, línguas e política. 

No novo mundo, ela espera por um fim a corte luz, descobrir nomes, investidores, os nomes das antigas participantes para que pudessem levá-las de volta a Osfro, e evitar que um desastre aconteça, antes que seja tarde demais.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄      —

Determinada, teimosa e obstinada, Phillipa parece um tanto desatenta, mas é apenas porque esta tentando capturar cada fala, cada movimento de todos em todos os lugares. Como uma boa espiã, ela é lógica, treinada para esse desafio em especifico, sabe o que fazer para não ser descartada cedo demais, nem ter um alvo em suas costas. A vingança que ela jurou por sua mãe é tão forte que chega a ser um ato extremo de altruísmo, ela abriria mão da própria felicidade em nome da vingança.

[libidomechanica]

Let rays from her Hand

A kimo sequence

               1

She dreamt, clothing would content? Oft till the new so through a mimic the sword! Let rays from her Hand?

               2

Till love neurosis a posy of nose: be my life’s iron chain’d to pray; who wear. Come to me.

               3

What I hope she hundred young Lochinvar. Or rather time where you could be quiet luxury.

               4

A well-known in uniform. Fair czarina’s autocratic create, thought. His Highness of wit.

               5

—Oh Shame in ten? And revels, reader! Throughout and she’d said, this; for it had return! Bulletin.

               6

If stars from all the voice come to save the tow’ry fence of Dudu, who fain outrun her. Her pause.

               7

Whoever hearts an hour before might fall, or proclaim, till what was a crimson shore! Fill the worse.

               8

And other of art—have buildings in the long woo’d them and round undistinguish. A belt a growth.

               9

If I have more. The integrity of better dear oration, could rather through joys are kind!

               10

He was he courts, was wrought me to threaten’d and veneration. Joy so pure golden butterflies.

               11

Continue. And in the smoke, felt close the old bygones by the wind’s eye and that’s favour this plea.

               12

They mean, thought by his job.—Tis but vow their age: for after than there’s a serpent’s genial vaine.

               13

Why so much better twenty-nine do out of the siren! They glide, their efforts should so mine eyes!

           ��   14

But vulnerable verse like her, I’m with all that’s step, he called Rescue Inc. Ascribe, unless plan?

               15

Becomes at spring; and arm’d with all the silent than are borne? Would his garden in this—the bliss.

               16

Thoughtful things from Nubia brought to hiccup’d, Our old man’s space and her heart so gentler dress. Perceived.

               17

If single scorn to laugh at a flower, especially some no more the same. She was stronger?

               18

The heroines, and wonder endymion awoke, the starting-post. When the Night; o, for some back.

               19

But many a benison. There’—for who wish is quiver is committed too much as the pails.

               20

Yet incess and empty corridors which outweighs the pearl, and for that to my pure blood her years.

               21

Else men who servent. He does not all the best barouched so forth, when his anger of the same.

               22

The light, their tawny brushed than the sun and arrows, which to each! To Lady would shall with apple.

               23

Past his firmness—know your side outgush’d, in control. From a rugged rynde, and most trying, and will be.

               24

A vein had dreamed them—whose from room corner me again went noiseless virgin’s blossom to roam.

               25

Each under the morning’s eye. Hides, he hath been raised at the sang in a silver bounds, from his pall.

               26

For Fortune’s shadowing went to Germany, about themselves dead. Dream, we saw him spread with truth.

               27

Shine, command of time could he not answer. Could tell you, or ambition, which to myself converse.

               28

So they say so Bryant spirits as lilies’ shade, not the delicious. Were some the other’s hats.

               29

With every body marred. Some people of immortal in any way be sent, etc.

               30

For a mask. The night, but Turkish forc’d him a large black hair damp from purblind but vulnerable.

               31

Our friend Hortensius. As may service without superb to show the glistering in their broadside.

               32

Alone can scarce lose; yet as the meadow- land, than he, proscribe,—that is it? Away, the where his!

               33

I will no more, that I shall know the next swath and purblind and the tumult fell in vain the late.

               34

And so good companions of sight moon shiny blacker than young Lochinvar. Then didst thus of wit.

               35

Is nothing like asp with what higher. Hang: but when spray, a court, or sink, and Hoigh for, by my soul.

               36

I dreadful dawn wound her wrists like knots. For some gentle selves become in nets, dreading course of sway.

               37

You please: a life my life’s work they were was given here I could pipe of man. As one by one here!

               38

Which their luckiest sinner? From him: You wilt steal me a plague brig—Corpo di Caio Mario!

               39

She ships, touch thing here, excuse! I think exists in forests, i, that I may. No thou art forest!

               40

Heart. Tis time me peaches. Is as a fossile made a wild orders to be e’er was as mine?

               41

Of thine image in motion. Of the Sculptor’s face by hope to show a fair beseem’d with thou now.

               42

But the right. The commission the summit of strife arose in your conqueror William did reare.

               43

I coof cam in winding children. My hear the more adapted to display’d that forsaken die?

               44

There was power. And poesy. So kiss. By Swift, mad, and I am gone to the yards of ocean?

               45

And silence what we love no more or lees to where her to the monstrous god rimmed cloud: for ever?

               46

Rise and Lion—let none struggle, that gentle pair! The region; now tis pity love: too long wave?

               47

To the tide, so that lover! All pall they camel’s hump, beside and stony sleep so sore, hey ho!

               48

Like others black—o! He took it only bitches, which youth asleep: vainly ran my heart aflame.

               49

With accents hackney on her, nightlier moved and beauty stood the murmured Ida. In truth, O Love!

               50

Or, falling pain.—Cruel god, and wave: and made them, lay dormant alkali, although young Lochinvar.

               51

But, when the Laocoon’s above all open- mouthed, she progress of mind? To me more is not amiss.

               52

Bud-packed to reasonable, plate as warriors, unless than hath nypt my meed. Wilderness now, for thee.

               53

For catch the sky. I there; ascends the pleased what her hung up the Hall to tears re-sighing,—weaning.

               54

Human, with curse, and lang; she music: ’ and Boats, ’ and Boats, ’ and t is silver, form’d him, force me on.

               55

Last Love, I only which kept in a breach? Dearer to dance, chattels, mincers of the desert sky?

               56

The March of ages evening, we will exact, and Hortensius. Weep for dearest bands untwining?

               57

Her I lost bright, his the wife, he stones dead religion, Mrs. And harlotry maid, forgot em.

               58

When Nero perish intrude, and sadly? Though the unshapeliest, chaste of shame, who have delight?

               59

Comes our future came all enjoying hair when all while the tumults, but found her child to his sight?

               60

Ere tyrants in his halls the rock the way of getting auburn wave to like. Floats scumlike each sense.

               61

An epitaphs our gown. The heaven so that is leaguer’d by black eyes are drawest thankfully.

               62

But as their nuptial room, imprison,—but it was now, I there’s note! And twice a day they slept.

               63

So bereft, there for either statues. My sight clothed a squabble; but woman wed, and what Fame has.

               64

Even ashes of salt estarnging hand and rich the none, and guilt! Lucus a noble, flung it.

               65

We didn’t expenses. From North. The Don, Balgounie’s brows over. Last Love, I am sure victories.

               66

Not die.—How some to loves himself mighty ones who knew that all the same type of Terror was left.

               67

Slaughter—had no need of province or awe, who much, earthly goods are no more. The verge of this life?

               68

Of any sage’s crest, as he spot, and mode in which still the heaven. Holds my sweet with a Swan.

               69

Drinks themselves for ever feet; with no long. From off the canker to the braes o’ Ballochmyle.

               70

This canvas close besides what the ensuing sea. Do Well, the figurehead with the Harvest Home.

               71

Be one with feminine dominion: now delay, young Lochinvar? That he wage a roughness dole.

               72

And all the past, therewith Haidee’s know what sweet Arethusa. Hoping lies—This Story now.

               73

Where were those which the chosen fountain might seem some vexation; for dear life! For thy smoothest Sleep!

               74

Upon these sodain rysing of them, as rotted, ere them. I long tresses it in things, all sung.

               75

Died the sounds in timely deemed pale as plains. Nor leave my winds, and lo, wonders by a familiar.

               76

Yet still we would I painters for nuts at last, with the Sultan has’t by kind. I trusts him, and rill.

               77

And breast. And that nought soft kind of break your flies, and round, and build to his necessity. We thing.

               78

This even lookin’ to meet heresy, such less resolved to pot. With eyes that inspired plains.

               79

The golden Apollonian elegance, with mealy sweet Highland Mary. Would Chloe knows!

               80

This is the Jews from being: now, the moor. So bold, along traveller, in song, a handsome like.

               81

To watch him here seen to a silent spring. Who was strangers in thy house nor me not with thee.

               82

With mews. Which, when there heo on me sigh d for fool and me for the pillow, the chaffe forms of light?

               83

In earth has got to be hove doth good old gentleman’s oppression, the bird their husband. The swan.

[anonymousjos]

Seven:

God will provide: Reading Day 7

That’s it! That is the first week of reading! I didn’t realize it until this morning when I chekced to see what the next chapters were and there were none! Today I moved to week two! The first day of week two is Genises 22-25 but I got distracted and only made it to 22-24.

In today’s passage we begin with God telling Abraham to scrifice his only son to God. This is a test to see if Abraham truly follows and fears God. Abraham takes his supplies and his son and travels to the mountian that God had sent him to. His son asks where the sacrifice is and Abraham says “God will provide”.

Let’s stop right here for a second and talk about the profoundness of this statement. I say this and “give it to God” all the time. I don’t talk about it much, because I don’t like to advertise it, but for the sake of my point I’m going to. I come from an extramly poor family, I can remember having literally zero money, which put me at a bit of a disadvantage in life or maybe not a disadvantage but a slow start. What I mean by this is that because we were so poor I had to pay my own way through collage and take out loans and work full time. Because of this it took me seven years to complete my four year degree. (I am the only person in my entire family to ever earn a degree) I graduated with quite a bit of debt and I’ve been guggling good credit and large debit since then. Perhaps if I had made different or smarter decisions I would not still struggle, but I do.  Some of these possible good possible poor decisions include sending my husband back to collage- a new debt- and letting him drop to part time work- a pay cut- while I was pregnant. After I had just had a emergency D&C without health insuance- $10,000.00 another large debt. (I didn’t have health insurance because I had lost my job and my new job’s had not kicked in yet). Another, more recent, possible good possible stupid decision was for my husband to use his newly earned degree and quit his job. He had to take a HUGE pay cut but he get’s to do his dream job- at entry level. We sat down both times and made the concisus decision to do these things knowing that we would suffer finantially for a while, but you know what? God will provide. So today when money gets really tight and I start to feel the anxiety creep in I say God will provide and he DOES! Don’t get me wrong, I long for the day when we can just buy things, a dinner date, a vacation, a savings account but ultimatly I would not change a single decision we have made. We only get one life and I want my husband to have his dream job. I don’t want to be forced to say in a toxic job because of health insurance and I will never regret my degree. 

Anyway, back to the passage. Abraham reaches the mountian and prepares the alter. He puts his son on the alter and is preparing to kil his own son, his only son, his son that it took him 100 years to have. He does this by giving his faith fully to God. As he is preparing to slay his only son an angel stops him. God has seen his heart and knows that Abraham is prepared to do as he is asked. God provides a ram for the sacrifice.

After this we jump ahead in time, Abraham has grown old and Sara passes away at 127 years old. Abraham presides in the land of the Hit-tites and askes for land to bury Sara in. They sell him his own land to bury Sara.

Abraham is old and his wife is dead so he wants a wife for his son. He sends his servent back to Abraham’s homland to secure a wife for his son Issac and bring her back to him. Abraham wanted someone of his own kin for his son (again- insecst not a thing?). The servant was preseeded by an angel to ensure success. The servent stopped at the spring in Abraham’s homland and asked God to send the right woman to the spring. As he spoke to God Rachel came out to get water from the spring. Rachel took the servant back to her home. Rachel was the daughter of Abrahm’s brother. Rachel’s mother and brother agreed and sent Rachel back to Issac. Rachel and Issac loved each other.

God will provide.

[sophiebaldry]

The main thing people forget about Spring Court

I know that Tamlin locked Feyre and the guards and the servents did nothing, but really now. What could they do? Tamlin is their High Lord.

And so many people seem to blame the whole Spring Court, when most of them weren't even near the mansion. There are a lot of people in SC and most didn't knew about what happened.

You can't just blame a whole country for a few's actions. It's like blaming all English people for what Mary The First did or all the Spanish ones for the actions of The Spanish Inquisition.

The people in the Spring Court are not quilty of what Tamlin did. He is their leader and they can't just all defy him. It's treason and it would probably get them killed.

The servents and the guards did nothing because defying the High Lord could cost enormously. They were scared for their lives.

Besides, what could have they done? Tamlin is supposed to be the most powerful from the Spring Court. I don't think a regular servent or guard could have done anything to relise Feyre. Even Ricesand did everything by the book, giving Tamlin less reasons to attack Night Court.

[sanzuslvt]

My God| (m)

pairings. fem Y/N x sanzu  summary. Y/N was saved by sanzu making her his obedient servent asking her to kill for him when this happens she finds out what she's been missing in life.

tags. romance, face fucking, degrading, praise, pain kink, use of pet names, deepthroat, soft-dom!sanzu, mentions of suicide

A/N. HIIII this is my first fic lmao I have no idea how to write but anyways this is for the sanzu simps bc yk I luv y'all anyways lmk what I can do to be better and yea enjoy. also minos DNI 

word count. 1.5k 

Y/N can't remember, she can’t remember the day that she became absolutely obsessed with the man who stole her heart and life. It feels like a blur at first it was the fact that he saved her life, But as time moved on it turned into this undying love for him. Somehow it turned to him bending her over and stuffing her full of all that he had. Y/N also knew she knew he didn't love her, she was being used and she understood that but this love she had for him was so deep that she would do anything even if she had to KILL.

Flashback

She stood on the edge of the building for hours now. She didn't know if she really wanted to die. Y/N felt like this was the only way but the truth is that she was just so scared. So she just stood there all alone on the roof crying until she heard a voice from the shadows behind her

“Why don't you jump.” “i’ve been watching you for a while now”

“I-i dont know… im scared” Y/N muttered under her breath  

“What's there to be scared of? You are gonna end ur life right. If you do it then no one will get the chance to save you.”

When he said that it stuck a cord in her heart contrary to what she was thinking she turned around to face who she was speaking to she fell… as she was falling it felt like 10 minutes but she felt like this might be a sign that the person she was talking to was bad for so she shut her eyes and fell until she felt the rough calloused hands of someone grab her ankle.

She looked up to see the person who saved her and he was there. It was love at first sight. His unhinged smile with two scars on the side of his mouth, he had a pink mullet and he was absolutely beautiful. Was this what angels looked like, she thought and he just smiled as he stared down at her before bringing her up from her plummet. This was the first time we met sanzu haruchika. Y/N felt this undying need to please him and obey his every order and so that's what she did. She followed him and obeyed every commend she was his little pet and she wasn't about to give that up

When he first asked her to kill for her it was nerve wracking. She knew what his job was before and she knew he wasn't innocent. She saw the blood and the pills but it drew her in even more than she could explain. But even when she was asked to kill for him she did it. Y/N was too in love to say no. He said the job had to be her. He told her she was beautiful and that for the man to take the bait it had to be her. Even when she knew it was a lie she still agreed but here she was standing outside of the wear house waiting for the signal to move in. Y/N is beautiful. She's fairly tan with hazel eyes and hair so long it made girls envy. This job was to seduce the man long enough to get him to leave and go to the empty warehouse with her and she was hesitant she could do it but anything for sanzu. When she got the signal she moved in seductively walking up to her prey. After a few drinks the man whispered in her ear

“wanna get out of here love”

It made her squirm in disgust but she replied with

“Of course i know the perfect place”

Y/N brought the man to the rundown warehouse and as any sane person would he was skeptical but she was so attractive it was a hard opportunity to miss. They quickly got to businus Y/N kissed the man and it quickly turned to a make out. She was disgusted, repulsed even by the man he wasn't unattractive but the only one she wanted was sanzu. When she noticed he was drawn into the makeout she quietly but surely drew Santos' gun, she put it up to his head and BAM he was gone. Y/N stood there for a few seconds in shock over what happened but was quickly taken out of her shoke by hearing sanzus beautiful laughter come out of the shadows

“ AHHH i knew my good girl could do it” he said approaching you and wiping off the blood for your face and chest

“You look so beautiful like this.”

“S-sanzu what did i just do” y/n said almost in tears

“Aww don't cry baby girl… you were just doing what i asked of you and you did such a good job”

He said as he embraced her in a cold hug. Once she returned to reality Y/N felt the hard shaft between her thighs. She wanted to please him bringing her hand to his cock she slowly rubbed his mound

“Tsk tsk tsk look my darling is so impatient”

“I just want to please you, let me make you cum

Sanzu then grabbed her hair pulling her down to her knees. She winced from the pain but she could feel her arousal pooling in her panties.

“Take them off darling take my dick out for me’

She obeyed. She could see the print of his crotch in his boxers and it made her savivate she wanted him. She NEEDED him. She then grabbed the rim of his boxers letting his cock spring out smacking his lower abdomen. No matter how much she saw it, it always impressed her. Oh it was so beautiful the beautiful pink color of the tip and the single vein running down the bottom of it. She wanted it in her. Abruptly he pulled her hair making her head fall back and her mouth run open.he slipped his thumb in and she sucked it knowing how much he liked it.

“Mhmm always a good little girl for me”

She nodded her head giving him her big pretty puppy dog eyes

“Don't look at me like that, it makes me want to destroy you.”

He said grinning from ear to ear.

“Open ur mouth” sanzu commanded

And that's exactly what she opened her mouth slipping his cock inside she hollowed out her cheeks like a good little girl would.

“Suck” he said grinning like a mad man

And so she started off slow and she got faster and faster with each bob of her head. It was moving smoothly until Sanzu gripped her hair and forced his cock down her throat. She gagged at the sudden intrusion of her throat and gripped his thighs telling him to stop. But he just got faster and faster fucking into her mouth.

“Do you enjoy that huh. Just like you enjoyed being a little whore earlier, letting that guy touch you like I wasn't watching.” “i bet it turned you on didnt it huh sluting out infront of me” He pulled out of her mouth.

“Speak”

“S-sanzu p-please i love you and only you so please use me like you've never used anyone im your cum slut… i-im only a slut for y-you. S-sanzu ah”

He stuffed himself down your throat again making you yelp out of pain and pleasure.

“Show me. Show me… cum from my words baby then i'll know you love me. DO IT.”

Y/N slowly removed her hand from his thigh and lowered it to her clit. She could feel her heat from the thin denim shorts she was wearing. She rubbed small circles around the sensitive area on her mound and she slowly got faster and faster. She moaned on sanzus dick making him fucking her face even more enjoyable. She could feel herself nearing the end and she could feel sanzu was almost there too. It was so hard to breathe at the pace he was pounding her face but she put up with it and she needed to help him.

A few moments before she came she looked up terms brimming her eyes. Everything felt so vivid, her fingers inside of her cunt senzus hands gripping her hair and his dick flowing in and out of her. But the most unforgettable thing was his face, his beautiful scars, his whimsical smile and his amazing eyes. It's almost like the unforgettable night when he saved her. Then when both of their eyes met they both came. This was the first time that Y/N had felt something so fascinating. She felt her cum running down her thighs and she felt his going down her throat. At that moment She felt so lucky it didn't matter if he didnt love her or if she was being used. she knew she just knew that he was the… he was her GOD.

[the-broken-truth]

The dimitrescu daughters meeting the new centaur or sataur servent-🧑🐾

Broken Truth (Raised eyebrow): A Centaur? That sounds interesting...I don't know a Sataur is so...ONWARD, SYMBOL OF SAGITTARIUS!!! (Whispering: For those of you who don't know - The Centaur is one of the symbols for the Sagittarius - The Archer/Hunter.)

"Daughters! Come here, please." The voice of the Lady of the Castle rung out from the foyer of the castle - the sound of buzzing flies came from three different directions before 3 clouds of bugs came before Alcina and materialized into the bodies of the 3 daughters in front of the tall woman.

"Yes, Mother?" The eldest daughter asked as she looked up to her mother.

"As you all know, I have been looking for ways of making the castle gardens more...modern and beautiful but no one has been able to aid me...until today." Alcina said before she took a long puff from her cigarette.

"Someone to aid with the garden? Who is it? Someone from the village?" Cassandra asked.

"He's not from the village, he lives in the forest but came to the castle seeking work. He's been living off the land for his entire life, along with his family." Alcina explained.

"Another man-thing?" Daniela rolled her eyes.

"Not a man-thing...well...half of him. He's not like anything we've ever since before. When I spoke to him - he called himself a Centaur." Alcina explained.

"A Centaur? What's that?" Cassandra asked before Dani's eyes lit up.

"I read something about mystical creatures that come from different places in the library. I was reading Greek Mythology Creatures yesterday - Centaurs are creatures that are half-horse & half-human; the lower half being the horse part. They are strong warriors, masters of growing anything in any kind of terrain, and there was something else about them I'd rather not repeat." Dani blushed at the last phrase.

"That's a decent description, Daniela. He is currently in the garden - 'leveling out the land' as he said. Just don't startle him and don't disturb him working; if you want to speak to him, wait for him to finish his current project. You may leave, daughters." Alcina said as she turned and walked away.

The 3 sisters looked at each other before nodding and headed in the direction of the gardens.

Due to it being spring - it was warm enough for the sisters to be out without worrying about the cold damaging their bodies. They looked around and saw that most of the ground was bare but the soil looked a lot darker - fresher.

The sudden sound of hooves galloping along the soil made them look to the right and their eyes opened wide as they laid upon a large figure. The bottom of the figure's body was of a black horse with white socks and very muscular legs and a firm body. When they continued up the body to reach the human half - he had dark tan skin with an 8-pack of muscles on his stomach. His long arms, strong arms were wrapped around a rope as he was pulling out a very large old stump that was sitting in the middle of the garden for years.

The sisters watched as the stump began to be uprooted, leaving a large hole in the center of the ground. He wiped the sweat off his body before he began to turn and place the rope on his shoulder to pull forward when his golden eyes landed on the 3 girls standing there.

"Hello, Young Mistress!" His voice was very deep but kind. "Did you need something?"

"Hmmm...Not at the moment. Mother told us about the new garden servant and told us we could greet you if we wished to." Bela said with wide eyes at the creature's smile.

"I am grateful that you would grace me with your presence. My name is Xander." He bowed to the young girls.

"A pleasure to meet you, Xander. My name is Bela, these are my sisters - Cassandra and Daniela." Bela introduced herself and her sisters.

"A true pleasure to meet you all. Please forgive me but I must finish leveling the ground so that I could place the new stones Lady Dimitrescu picked out. I'll aid you within the hour, Young Mistresses." Xander bowed again before he began pulling the large stump over to an axe and began chopping it to bits before going over to the piles of stones he was given.

The entire time - the girls watched him work with the stones as he set the stones around the large hole- some stone was white while other were golden. Once he was done setting the stones - The Crest of House Dimitrescu sat in the center of the garden.

"Well done, Xander." the Lady of the Castle appeared before the Centaur as he was drying his hands of sweat.

"Of course, Lady Dimitrescu. The stones are set and the planters and ready - I just need are the seeds or flowers and I'll have your garden blooming." He said.

"You can do that tomorrow." She handed him a pouch of money. "Here's your payment for today's work. Please turn around 1 tomorrow afternoon." Alcina said.

"Of course, My Lady." He gave one last bow before he vaulted over the fence and galloped in the forest.

"So, what did you girls think of him?" Alcina asked her daughters.

"He was nice." Bela said.

"Very respectful." said Cassandra.

"He has a big di-" Dani was cut off as her sisters covered her mouth and dragged her away, leaving their mother there confused.

[theodora3022]

Bloody Rose(Sebastian Michaelis x Vampire F!reader)

Request: Sabastian with a female vampire s/o? Can be yandere or not! You choose.

Notes: I made this in headcanons form and I’m typing on mobile during witching hours, so bear with me dear anon-

I decided to go with fluff since I am in a soft mood today~~

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood

To others, you were a tailor owning a small haute couture shop, a spinster who make her living by making outfits. But they won’t know you been doing this since the Georgian times.

You move from county to county, around England every decade or so, to avoid suspension. Luckily no vampire hunters has ever been on your tail: you consider yourself as a good subject to the crown despite being a blood drinker. You only consume animal blood, which made you a harmless vegetarian. Being a forever maiden is not unpleasant by any means, apart from being banished from sunlight. You miss being able to run around in the sun freely. When you do go out during a sunny day you cover yourself in fabric as much as possible, resulting you with overly pale skin.

Contrary to common belief, you slept until the afternoon, opening up the store even during the day. You had forced yourself to change your biological routine to fit in the human society. Although your bed resembles a traditional coffin in shape, it is never an actual one. The mirrors in your shop were not backed by silver, so you can still see your reflections.

You happened to be at late Victorian London when a mysterious murderer decides to drain the blood of thier victims like a vampire would, how unfortunate.

You were one of the suspects, so Sabastian and his lord were obligated to pay you a visit. Although they did not put you as priority to begin with: you never done things like this. 

You welcomed them to your store with a polite smile and warm greetings, as any good saleswoman would. 

Ever since transforming, you had not drank a drop of human blood. However, you can still smell the scent of their blood even through skin. It feels like...a natural perfume to you, to describe it at best. Some are sweeter then others, like tempting sweet delights, and you had to make sure you are well fed before going near them. 

That little lord’s blood is sweet and tempting. The butler, however, his blood just...is that even blood? You thought to yourself. It reminds you of the mighnight, danger lurking underneath the peaceful surface.This man is no ordinary human, you can sense that much. You had never delt with a demon before, therefor your knowledge is rather limited, only from books and theaters. 

Vampires are demons are cut from the same cloth, in a way right? Both can only venture in the shadows for eternity, trying to get by without being slain by those self righteous dastards. Sebastian had met some of your kind over the centuries, albiet none of them are as lovely as you are. You still act like a young human woman, if not for your overly pale skin you would be considered as normal. He wonders what made you this way, as all vampires, save a selected few, are humans before something happened. You seem like a kind lady, not one of those blood-hungry lowlifes he had seen before. 

You showed Ciel your collection, took his measurements when he demanded, never flinching away from the young lord’s cold attitude. When you went into the inner chamber to retrive more material choice, Ciel decided you are most likely not the murderer they are looking for, and Sebastian agrees. There is not a single scent of human blood on you or anywhere in sight, as demons can smell such things even one uses the finest soap to cover the traces.  Even though you are a vampire, if you are harmless to others Ciel is not intersted in fighting you(he has a demon for butler, so?).

“But she is a fine tailor, right milord? Maybe you can just make this a normal shopping trip.” What an unsual person you are, thought Sebastian. He might just take a little more time to observe you. It has been forever since he met another immortal being that does not irritates him.

“Very well. This would not be a complete waste of time then. I need a new suit for the social season anyway.” The young man tsked.

When they asks you to deliver the order yourself, you were hesitant about going outside. Your ususal customers send their servents to collect their orders, as you insisted so. You know what sunburns can do to you, but they offered you a down payment you cannot refuse. It is a risk you are willing to take. Even vampires needs gold to survive, if you do not wish to massacre humans for food.

The moment you stepped onto the estate, covered in a long hooded cloak and gloves, you can sense great calamity has occured in this location rather recently. But that is none of your concerns, the customer’s private life is nothing to pry about.

The servents...they are an odd flock, to say the least. They might seem clumsy or even impotent, but you know that butler knows better then to hire three imbeciles.  

After you made your delivery, Sebastian insists on you staying for the afternoon tea. You wanted to decline, since normal food has been tasting like wet paper ever since that awful day, but you find it hard to say keep saying no to such a comely man. He is the most goregous male you ever seen, and you say that as an immortal. The term “devilishly handsome” is like a tailor made suit for him. 

To your surprise, you can faintly taste the refreshement’s fruity flavours. When you were human yourself you have always loved food, missing it much when all you can taste is blood. So you helped yourself to quite a few tarts and biscuits, not knowing the demon had added special ingredients just for your vampire taste buds. You were so focused on your plate that you missed Sebastian’s calculating smile. 

That esclated rather quickly, soon you found yourself promising to tailor more clothes for Earl Phantomhive, therefore being on their premise more. 

Sebastian would always treat you to a plate of mouth-watering refreshments before you depart. Soon you find yourself answering his somewhat intrusive questions, as it is only fair to give him some compensation for those delicious treats.

The questions are surfaces ones at first. What is your favorite color or your preferred weather. Then to more personal territory, such as the reason behind your spinsterhood or what in a man that attracts you the most. You would blush madly, a feeling you have not felt in years fills your empty soul, and tell him your little answers.

How endearing. Compare to werewolves who behaves like canines, vampire leans closer to the feline side. You reminds Sebastian greatly of the black cat he encountered last spring. Your nonchalant and cheerful attitude are identical to the lovely creature. Oh and how he loves petting her soft fur. He wonders how your hair would feel under his hands. He initially might just be curious of how an odd vampire you are, but now the demon had found you to be quite an entertaining presence.

It has been so long since you had any friends, so you opened up to him quickly, disregarding the risks. You even revealed your identity to the man in black after he swears on his heart to not tell a soul. 

“My entire family was slaughtered by venegeful vampires. My father used to work as a vampire hunter for the mad King, therefore he made enemies of many. Ironically I survived, only to found out I turned into this. A creature who can only hide in the shadows forever. I swore I would never be like those blood suckers, I would never kill someone just to saitate my blood lust. Thank you Sabastian, for all those delicious cakes. They made me feel human agian once more. Also thank you for listening to my rambles, it has been so many years I confided in someone.” So you where a noble lady once. That is where your fine but antiquated manners originates from.

What a calamity you had suffered, yet you remain strong and lighthearted nonetheless. Moving from place to place, afraid to be burnt for your youthful appearance.You deserve to be cherished as the treasure you cleary are. No more hiding and running, not if he can help it.

You gladly accepted Lord Phantomhive’s offer to serve as the household’s tailor, the pay is generous and working for one person greatly reduce the risk of being discovered. Plus you get to spend more time with your new friend Sebastian! It is an offer you cannot turn down.

Sebastain is in a contract right now, but Ciel could only live so long. Prior to meeting you, he never thought about the future after his contract is completed. He imagined the two of you traveling across the European contient as friends, or something more, for the rest of your infinate lives. He has always been alone whenever he was not in a contract with humans, but the idea of being with someone forever is rather appealling to the demon. 

Even though he does not let his emotions discract him from his duties, you can still feel how he smiles whenever you enter the room. You would curl up your lips jovially in return, sometimes even teases him for having a charming smile. 

For now, Sebastian would be your good friend, always lend an ear to you for anything, or offer his shoudler should you need it, as long it does not get in the way of his duties to his liege. But who knows what would happen after the contract is completed? The world is yours to explore, with infinate amount of time, with him by your side.

[j00nbug]

Withering rose (Preview)

STATUS: on going

   Fae! Au, Yandere! Au, War! Au Royalty! Au

   WARNINGS: YANDERE!jimin, stalking, Female! reader, slight gore, mentions of war,

    Summary: The way he looked at you reminded them of when you saw a rare flower trying to bloom in the depths of winter. Most would wait to pick the flower in the spring, seeing as its fully grown and has so much beauty. Not the prince of the Fae, he didn’t like to wait, so he plucked the flower in the dead of the icy winter.

—-

As a young girl, roses had scared you, the triangular thorns digging into your small, slightly chubby hand as you picked them for the royal family. The crimson blood dripping onto the path of the royal garden.

Now, you wished you were not afraid of the flower. If you had been brave you would not have met the prince, you would not have been forced to love someone you did not love. , how you wish you were brave back then.  

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    “Y/N! My love, will you pour me my tea?” Jimin called, he was one that seemed to ask, but, you knew that was a command. 

        “Yes, My prince,” you smiled brightly, the smile that brought Jimin to heaven. While pouring the tea into his porcelain cup, you could feel his pale hand scaling the length of your thigh. He was watching you again, he always did.  He had an obsession with you, it was clear that the prince did.  Prince Jimin had been like  that since you were young.  While picking white roses, he had spotted you. He was mesmerized by you, being the confident child he was back then, he walked to you. The garden making you look like more of a goddess. 

After, the rest was history.

      _ 

    "How will we make amends with the dragons?“ Jimin looked at you with a small smile, like usual. "I think my father’s council is helping him to figure it out.” his tone was sweet, it was like nectar that you were addicted to. "I want to marry you." He says, you were shocked, so many things going through your head. Jimins eyes bore into yours, his silent commands telling you to say yes. "Your highness I am just a servent for the royal family. It would be inappropriate for me." Short and curt but never saying that they (the pigs in the royal palace) are in the wrong.

Without a doubt, anyone could tell that jimin was fuming.

[ellaesea]

Ellaèssea

“There he came upon a spring filled with white light, and an elven servent of Jehovah, dancing in the thick meadow of living colors. She looked upon his frozen figure with icy green, in her silver hair and gentle white hands were pure radiance and luminous floral. She was purity itself. She said to him that he dare not disturb the meadow of Zion, and Celegorm exited the shallows of the new land, with his heart unbearably heavy with longing.”

[maelabescond]

Tampa / Fort Myers / Naples

on repart de Tampa le lendemain midi, après un plouf dans la pistoche, Lou a adoré. a tel point qu'il ne veut même plus aller a la mer :-)

Tampa, on aura vraiment pas vu grand chose mais ça semble être sacrément étudiant, ambiance Spring Break, on est pas tellement dans le mood du coup. c'est parfait comme étape pour la nuit.

Direction Fort Myers, on longe la côte ouest, où on a réservé un BNB pour deux jours. Lou a pris l'habitude de s'endormir littéralement 10 minutes avant d'arriver, du coup il est un peu RElou dans la voiture, parce que ça peut pas être toujours parfait. On sort de la voiture il fait de plus en plus chaud, humide. On passe deux jours à cramer à la plage, on en voit plusieurs, (Bowdich point park, Bunche beach, Fort Myres beach...) la mer est surement autour des 24 degrés, c'est le pied. on a un fail aussi, on s'arrete dans un petit bar qui a l'air sympa, il y a une sorte de puissance 4 géant et des hamacs. La serveuse nous explique avec un sourire ravi de la crêche qu'ils ne servent pas d'alcool mais uniquement des cocktail faits à base de matcha fruits et CBD le tout arrosé d'épices chelou et de "mood" (social, joy, relax, energy, calm...) et bien entendu c'est pas bon et ça nous coute $30. on voulait juste une petite biere toute simple nous ! haha.

Clou du spectacle sur la route de Fort Myers aux Everglades, on s'arrête à Lovers Keys state park, un parc naturel avec une plage au bout. On marche à l'ombre des palmiers et autres superbes arbres pour arriver sur une plage magnifique, gaffe aux crocos qui trainent un peu partout, on tombe sur une tortue au détour d'un chemin. le climat est maxi tropical ! Ce sont les vraies vacances, on KIFFE tellement. Les enfants s'endorment en 3 minutes. On arrête pas de répéter "c'est fou d'être là quand même".....

[vicnormansstuff]

Jeunesse Natiin Révolution

🔥⚫🇨🇵⚜️ Le 5 février 2022, les #Nationalistes, à l'invitation du #CercleFrancoHispanique, sont venus, sur la tombe de Robert Brasillach, honorer cet écrivain de génie, fusillé par les gaullistes et les communistes le 6 fevrier 1945, ainsi que son beau-frere Maurice Bardèche et toutes les victimes du 6 février 1934.

Nous, #Nationalistes, n'oublierons jamais la mémoire de nos héros.

Cette année, la tombe avait été hélas souillée par une main aussi lâche qu'anonyme de l'inscription "collabo".

C'est pour nous l'occasion de rappeler qu'une occupation militaire, aussi dramatique qu'elle soit, n'a jamais détruit l'âme d'une nation.

Choisir de suivre l'exemple de son vainqueur, pour régénérer sa propre Patrie, à la lumière des leçons qu'il peut apporter, est un acte de lucidité patriotique.

La France, depuis l'instauration de la République, avait dû au moins trois fois subir l'invasion de sa capitale, en 1814, 1815 et 1871, avant ce tragique printemps de 1940, sans pour autant disparaître.

Par contre, la destruction méthodique des nos traditions, la submersion de notre peuple par une immigration massive et incontrôlée créent une situation totalement nouvelle, qui met en péril l'existence même du peuple français, de la nation francaise.

Ceux qui souillent la tombe de Robert Brasillach soutiennent cette politique et ce régime mortifères.

Ils sont aussi les héritiers des assassins de 1934 et de 1945, de ceux qui tiennent les fusils et font tirer sur le peuple de France parce que les intérêts qu'ils servent ne sont pas ceux de la France et des Français.

Nous ne l'oublions pas et nous ne pardonnerons pas.

Loin d'être les derniers d'hier, nous serons les premiers de demain !

👉 https://jeune-nation.com/nationalisme/natio-france/a-paris-les-nationalistes-commemorent-le-six-fevrier-solstice-de-la-nation

🔥⚫🇨🇵⚜️ On February 5, 2022, the #Nationalists, at the invitation of the #CercleFrancoHispanique, came to Robert Brasillach's grave to honor this genius writer, shot by the Gaullists and the Communists on February 6, 1945, as well as his brother-in-law Maurice Bardèche and all the victims of February 6, 1934.

We, #Nationalists, will never forget the memory of our heroes.

This year, the grave was unfortunately stained by a cowardly and anonymous hand with the inscription "collabo".

This is an opportunity for us to recall that a military occupation, however dramatic, has never destroyed the soul of a nation.

Choosing to follow the example of the victor, in order to regenerate one's own homeland, in the light of the lessons it can bring, is an act of patriotic lucidity.

France, since the establishment of the Republic, had had to endure the invasion of its capital at least three times, in 1814, 1815 and 1871, before this tragic spring of 1940, without disappearing.

On the other hand, the methodical destruction of our traditions, the submergence of our people by massive and uncontrolled immigration is creating a totally new situation, which is endangering the very existence of the French people, of the French nation.

Those who defile the grave of Robert Brasillach support this deadly policy and regime.

They are also the heirs of the murderers of 1934 and 1945, of those who hold the guns and have the people of France shot at because the interests they serve are not those of France and the French.

We do not forget this and we will not forgive it.

Far from being the last of yesterday, we will be the first of tomorrow!