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lovifie · 5 months

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Villager!Reader and Villager!Ghost They're in love but their families are enemies...

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💚A Village Apart💚

The Riley family, and yours, have a history of feuds and quarrels going back years, decades, and if there were writings to back it up, centuries.

It is a small village, where houses are inherited and everyone knows each other. Therefore, all the inhabitants of the small village are aware of the enmity between the families.

And being such a quiet village, the amusement of many arises from taking one side of the families and criticising the other.

It is natural at this point in the story, and each generation that is born the rest of the village waits for the children of each to marry so that they can see how the story continues.

The Riley family earned their name and respect for their construction work in the village. Rare is the house that his family did not build.

Simon began working in his father's shadow almost as soon as he could walk, and as soon as he could carry weight, he became a bishop in his father's small army of builders.

It was not because he was the boss's son that he had it easier, some even say he was the one who had it harder.

It is a hard job, with admirable physical effort, but unfortunately, it left most of the workers without energy to enjoy the little free time they had after a long day's work.

Simon found a reason to keep a little extra energy reserve for when his day was over.

And that reason is you.

Your family is not as well known as his, well, everyone knows each other in the village; but yours is accorded less respect than his.

Unlike his, your family is humble, with enough cattle to feed the family and sell the leftovers when there are any.

It is a humble job, with difficult working hours, considerable physical effort and often little profit or reward.

But there is always food on the table and animals to look after; the people may not appreciate your family's work as much as they should, but the innocent animal eyes you look into every day make it worth it.

Another reason driving you on was Simon.

It was difficult at first, as you both knew it was a forbidden relationship. Your families had told you again and again to stay away from each other's families.

"They are women, Simon. We haven't worked as hard as we have to stoop to that level."

"They think they're better than everyone else for moving stones, sweetheart. You don't deserve that treatment."

"If they see you hanging out with her, the rest of the people in the village will think they have the right to talk to us like we're equals too."

"They're machines, honey. They're not capable of producing emotions those Riley's, you deserve better than someone obsessed with money like that."

But still, despite everything; it was impossible to avoid the sidelong glances as you passed each other walking through town.

When you went to mass, when you went to the village fairs, when friends in common met.

Normally, for a girl like you to meet boys would be frowned upon; but with the village being so small, they were the boys you played with years ago and it was an idiotic feeling to deny such good friendships.

Besides, they were the perfect excuse for you to see him when he joined the meetings; which, curiously enIt had nothing to do with the fact that he would ask before attending if you were going to be there.

Many times in the evening Simon would be exhausted from working all day, but if he was told that you were going to be there, there was no physical exhaustion that would prevent him from seeing you.

Many times he would be on the verge of falling asleep when they were gathered together, waiting for the chance to be able to walk you home.

"A young lady like you shouldn't have to go home alone."

"It's a couple of steps, Simon."

"Not if we follow my route."

"Your route?"

"Yes... Do you want me to show it to you?"

It turned out, knowing the structure of all the houses in the village, Simon knew perfectly well what route to follow that kept you hidden from the eyes of all the villagers.

The first night, it was pretty much just awkward silence. Both of you still internally debating whether it was worth the possible quarrel with your families just to meet the other person.

But the second night you got back together, the decision was made and the conversation flowed as if you were lifelong friends.

Innocent questions about each other's lives evolved into questions about each other's future plans,

You both decided to ignore the voice in your mind that told you not to continue, if anyone in the village, and God willing, anyone in your families, found out; a war would break out.

Your family was much more permissive than his, which meant that if you dared to associate with Simon, they would send you to a convent or marry you off to someone else.

You knew that those were the good options, you preferred not to think about what might happen to him.

It was easier to forget the possible consequences, especially when your hands brushed as you walked. When you felt the heat emanating from Simon's body, warming the side of your body that walked beside him. He walked slower, both so you could keep up effortlessly and to slow down the walk so he could spend more time with you.

In spite of everything, and knowing full well everything you stood to lose if it was discovered. It was during the harvest festival that Simon kissed you for the first time. Hidden in the barn of your family's farm, lying on the hay.

You were both lying down, with you on your back and your head resting on Simon's arm and him lying next to you on his side.

His other hand, the one not under you, rested delicately on your waist, pulling you close to him as if afraid you were going to run away.

His lips were full and warm on yours; a kiss almost innocent and overflowing with inexperience on both sides. Your hand slowly moved up to his jawline, stroking the nascent hair of his beard.

You were both pushing against each other, needing each other's touch and proximity. A mess of tongues to the point that you no longer knew whose was which, as your hands travelled up and down each other's body.

It is because of that proximity that you found it impossible to ignore as Simon's shaft grew in size and hardened against your thigh, the discreet hip movements seeking more friction and rubbing.

"Simon" You called out to him, panic invading your senses.

"Easy... I don't mean to do anything but kiss your lips, sweetheart. But I can't help it when I finally have you in my arms after so long dreaming about it."

And he kept true to his word, his hands never went beyond your hips nor were his lips more daring than kisses at the corner of your lips.

If you noticed moisture on your thigh on the side where he was, you said nothing. Nor did you mention the growing wetness between your legs.

But once you tasted the honey, you couldn't help but visit the hive.

Until then, it had been easy to avoid temptation; you didn't know the sweet sensation, the warmth of each other, the security of being together, the desire, the passion, the possibilities....

But you had to continue to be careful, you didn't know when someone could surprise you.

But when the innocent kisses in the barn turned into something more than kisses on the lips, you could easily expect the punishment you were facing.

"Simon, we can't" You moaned as you noticed Simon's hand move up from your ankle up towards your thigh underneath your dress.

"Why, why delay the inevitable when I know you're the one for me?" he murmured with his lips pressed against the skin of your neck, kissing you wetly and raising every hair on your body.

"But we can't..." You tried to insist, but no longer with any strength against his hand. "I must come pure to the marriage, Simon. Our parents would never forgive."

"Then let us marry, my love. Here and now. The moon and the stars as witnesses that I am yours far more than you will ever be mine, that I was born decades ago but not until I joined you did my heart begin to beat. Witnesses of my love, that there will not be a day that you wake up that is not in my arms, that there will not be a day that you wake up that you do not feel loved. That my work in this life will be to love you each and every day of it. That I don't care if I go thirsty and hungry every day if at nightfall it is your arms that pick me up, that there is no wound or blow that hurts me like when you reject me, when you take me away from you. Don't you realise, love? Don't you realise that I need you more than air? I promise you, my love. That if you accept me you will never ever regret it."

One kiss from your lips was all the answer I needed, the seal of the contract of your unorthodox union.

He kissed you back with the same fervour, a moan escaping his throat as he finally savoured you without thoughts in his mind that would take him away from you and the now.

He moved his hand under your dress, lifting your petticoats in the same way so he could reach your wet folds.

You whimper against his mouth, the touch of the man igniting something inside of you that was waiting asleep in the depth of your body. It is easy for his finger to slip inside between the folds, arching your back at the feeling of the intrusion.

You feel his lips on your jaw, travelling calmly to your ear where he stays professing his love for you, making you mewl when it mixes with the feeling between your legs.

“Simon!” You moan when he adds a second finger, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit sending a shockwave up your column

You are still surrounded by the feeling of prohibition, the tension of possible discovery with its corresponding punishment. But the sensation of Simon's fingers so deep inside you leaves your mind blurred and you can only moan in moans and whispers of his name, urging him to continue, to give you more, to love you as intensely as you love him.

Your self of mere weeks ago would drag you away from the farmer, scolding you for this lack of decorum, this promiscuity.

But then you look into Simon's eyes, and you doubt which shines brighter; the love that overflows from his eyes or the moon that shines from the window.

"You are the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever had the grace to glimpse, my darling." He says suddenly, forcing you to tug at his shirt to crash your lips to his so he doesn't see your blush.

The man who is normally so stoic, perfectly cordial but not saying a word beyond the obligatory. Suddenly turned into a poet in your presence.

If it weren't for his broad fingers caressing that spot inside you that you didn't know existed and that has you swaying your hips to receive his every wrist movement, you would think beyond the now. Of how you will continue this without anyone knowing, how you will continue together when you know perfectly well that none of your families will allow it.

But not now, now all you can think about is how good Simon makes you feel and how you need him to give you more.

You find it impossible to ignore as Simon continues to move his hips against your side, the hardness of his crotch obvious and pressed against your thigh.

You lower your hand, feeling it's only fair to return the favour; but before you even reach the waistband of his pants, Simon takes your hand, raising it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

"Don't worry about it, love. I just want to make you feel good, don't worry about me." His lips travel up to your neck once more, leaving wet kisses and licking the spot that makes you cry harder.

There's a knot in the centre of your stomach, which becomes tighter and tighter as Simon continues to touch you. Your hand gripping his shirt squeezes tighter and tighter as the knot tightens.

Never before have you felt this sensation that has you with your face tight, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed and your lip between your teeth to prevent a scream from escaping.

This is futile when you feel the knot suddenly loosen, feeling as if your body is drained of energy. Biting your lip proves useless in preventing the moan that escapes your lips before Simon presses his hand over your mouth to prevent the entire village from hearing you.

His hand continues to move, slowing and slowly slipping out of you; the wet sound it emits as it leaves once again causing your cheeks to flush.

"Simon... Let's do it... You said it, why delay the inevitable." You say, repeating his words.

He again touches his lips to yours, letting your bodies speak when you are at a loss for words.

You notice him moving, sitting up to kneel between your legs. He lifts your dress, leaving you completely exposed to him with your legs wrapped around his wide hips.

Your glistering folds shine on the moonlight calling him in, but the pain on his groin makes him selfish enough to limit himself to free his hard shaft from his pants, slightly slapping your sweet cunt with it.

It makes your legs shake and a whimper to leave your lips, desperation flooding from you as your hand goes down between your legs. Simon can't help but stare as your inexpert hand finds his tip making his shudder when you press it against your wetness.

His hips move involuntarily pushing himself between your hand and your folds, making his moan your name. His hands lands on your hips, physically stopping himself from moving more against you knowing perfectly fine he wouldn't last long.

There are already beads of his milky seed threatening to spill from his tip, but it is your hand the one that slowly pushes him lower until it catches on your entrance making the both of you shudder.

He looks at you, catching you looking back at him; last chance to pull back. But your hand moves to his hip, silently urging him forward and he gladly complies.

He slowly pushes in, his length getting engulfed inch by inch into your warm cunt making him whine in unison with you. The stretch makes you hiss just for a second before the juices make it easy for him to move.

He moves back and forth torturously slow, entering inch by inch, moaning when he finally bottoms out. The two of you need a moment to adjust; you to the feeling of getting filled to the brim and him to the feeling on your tight muscles choking him in.

Simon is no stranger to the feeling of his callous hand around his length, already used to the constricting feeling; but never in a thousand years would it compare fairly to the feeling of you around him.

You clench around him, desperate for his movement; but it sends him to bend forwards, his hands resting beside your head. But then he comes face to face with the image of you sprawled under him.

Your legs spread to adjust to his wide hips between them, your folds just as spread to let his girth into your core, your soft hands resting on his ribs to feel him close, your hair messy resting on the hay, eyes half closed blinded by the lust, lips glistering with the mix of saliva from both and cheeks blushed as if by the cold of the morning.

He realises then and there that you are the only thing he needs to survive. That he will fight and kill God himself if he dares to try and pull you away from him, let alone a mere mortal. That he will love you for as long as you love him, and that when you stop doing it he will make you fall in love with him again. That he will travel to the deepest level of hell and back if Death feared to steal you from him.

His hips begin to move, making you arch your back when he finally does and it urges him to compose himself only to manage to feel you come undone around his length.

He has a clumsy rhythm to it, voluntary and involuntary thrust mixing together in a weird dance but still consistent enough to make you feel the knot on your stomach tighten again.

He feels it too, when you start to clench around his length. Softly crying his name as your hands move down to his thighs, urging him to move closer, deeper.

He sees how you close your eyes, head falling back with your mouth open in a silent cry with your wet cunt choking harder and harder his shaft, until you finally breathe out, a moan loud enough to awaken the dead from the tomb and wetness making his way around his length when you finally fall over the edge.

Simon barely has enough control to pull out, the first dribble of his milky sticky spent falling on your pubes before he spurt thick and heavy over your stomach; the change from you welcoming cunt to his dry hand almost keeping him from coming.

He looks down, his seed painting your body, marking you his, soft abdomen moving up and down with your difficulted breathing from the orgasm pulled from you.

“Do you really love me, Simon?” You suddenly ask, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The fear of the consequences finally setting in on your minds now that lust is no longer driving it.

“I do, love. I love you more than anything on this land.” He says, still breathless as he bends down to kiss you again.

Tomorrow, when you meet across the church; the two of you will act as if you didn't know each other. You will ignore the dull pain between your legs and he will ignore the pull of his pants when he remembers how pretty you looked under him.

Every other night the two of you will meet, back in the barn. Professing love and exploring each other's bodies.

And in a couple of months, when you come crying to him, holding onto his shirt; about how your father has told you that he is marrying you to another man. He will hug you, consoling you, and tell you to meet again two days later.

When he will arrive, in his father's cart being pulled by his two better horses; and the two of you will disappear from the village at the crack of dawn, never to be seen again.

In the village there were no more arguments between the families, both ashamed that they lost their kid to their stubbornness. That if instead of fighting they would have supported the two of you, they would have met their grandkids years later and the eternal fight between the families would have ended in a love story.

Instead, Simon and you settled down far away from the village. Where nobody knew where any of you were, and where everyone was told to address you as Mrs. Riley. Where you build your home and your family, and you both lived happily ever after

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angel-fruitcake · 3 months

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SPN S16 DESTIEL THEORY 🏳️‍🌈

ok please here me out- IF the spn revival is in the works, i believe it will include fully canon, romantically requited destiel. here's why:

the supernatural finale was fucked up, for many reasons. they know that. Misha knows it, Jensen knows it. everyone knows it. if they get the chance to redo the ending and fix things--a real shot at redemption--they won't make the same mistakes again.

yes, i'm fully aware that destiel is not the only thing that spn is about, not even the main storyline. but the moment they decided to let Cas confess his romantic love for Dean, they made it clear that that was a huge piece of the whole story. so if they write a revival that either doesn't acknowledge Cas' feelings (like with the finale), or worse, has Dean reject Cas' confession under the guise of being straight or only viewing Cas as family, they would be officially crowning themselves as The Most Homophobic and Most Hated Series To Ever Exist.

knowing Misha, if he's involved in the revival at all, he will make damn sure Cas gets justice. he wasn't satisfied with the way things ended either, and there is zero possibility that he will allow a revival to include Cas without going all the way with destiel this time. Castiel's love for Dean is apart of his story now, full stop. if they can't give him the ending he deserves, then there is absolutely no point in him even being in the revival.

and if for some godforsaken reason we learn that Cas isn't apart of it, it'll be obvious that Misha couldn't get destiel to happen, so he stepped back (at that point they will likely lose so much fandom interest in it that it'll be questionable if it's even worth making).

but i have a very hard time believing that Jensen would allow a rebirth to happen without Castiel/Misha being in it. he just wouldn't do that, it's too important for the story.

lastly, they won't be restricted by any network that's too cowardly or bigoted to allow the lead characters to be in a queer relationship. Jensen (or whoever buys/bought the rights to supernatural from WB) has the freedom to choose the company that picks up this project, because there is no actual pressure to make it. they don't have to do a revival; the show is over. if they give spn a rebirth, it will be a labor of love, created with the sole purpose of doing right by the fanbase and by the series itself. so if certain networks shoot down their ideas, they can find one that will be on board.

this is ofc just a theory and i know i shouldn't get my hopes up, but in my mind this is pretty solid.

if you read all that, thank you and i love you 💙💚💙💚

#destiel #deancas #casdean #dean x castiel #spn #spn theory #supernatural #spn revival #spn season 16 #spn s16 #misha collins #jensen ackles #jackles #emily yaps #pinned posts

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lordystrange · 8 months

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Here I am, late at night, thinking thoughts…

I realized that there is at least one point of view I’ve yet to see in this Noah discourse, and I’m brave enough to make a post about it, so here we go:

{I’m happy to clarify anything I say in this post. So don’t assume. Ask.}

Thank you Noah Schnapp for making mistakes so I didn’t have to.

Thank you for posting about your feelings in the first place. It made me do research about Israel and Palestine.

Thank you for liking those islamophobic posts. It made me wonder how easy it is to hurt people while supporting other people. (Also thank you for unliking them.)

Thank you for being in that video with those stickers. It made me really read up on zionism and it’s complex history and different interpretations.

Thank you for making the clarification tiktok. It made me notice how differently people react and interpret things, due to their own experiences in life.

Thank you for getting me involved and making me listen and learn and think.

Thank you for trying your best to unlearn and learn and grow, even if you can’t directly show it to the world.

Seriously, Noah being uneducated about the topic did more good to the world than him being educated about it in the first place would have done. He made people do their own research and to talk about it. If he’d done a post saying ”free palestine,” people would have forgotten about it in 3 days. Maybe in a week if that had made him get fired like Melissa Barrera.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery. We learn more from failure than success.

So, thank you Noah. I know you’ll probably beat yourself up over this forever (and so will do the people who’ve yet to learn what humanity means). But I hope you’ll have at least a few moments of enjoyment on set. You deserve it after making me and many others learn and do better. And you also deserve it because you’re a human and making mistakes doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ever be happy again.

[And before anyone comes at me: You can (and you should) acknowledge that there are innocent people suffering on both sides. It’s not antisemitic or islamophobic to do so.]

[Another disclaimer: I am aware of the pain he caused with this and I don’t mean to downplay it. But acknowledging that pain and acknowledging everything I said in this post can co-exist.]

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#noah schnapp #stranger things #will byers #byler #< target audience

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forest-falcon · 22 days

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The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 15

⚠️ Trigger Warning for angst/whump

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There was something unnerving about seeing the strongest person she knew, crumpled unconscious on the floor.

Tam found him cocooned around his Grandmother - sleeping soundly like a child who had sought out the comfort of a parent during a storm.

It all seemed so peaceful, but for the obvious devastation peppered over, and around them. And, of course, the glaring fact that Virgil was, indeed, unconscious, and not asleep.

Her heart panged hard, as she finally remembered to breathe, her chest shuddering with the deep inhalation.

The family didn't deserve this - well, most people didn't; but, it went double for the Tracys. It wasn't so much that they put their lives on the line on a daily basis; that debt of gratitude went without saying. It was perhaps the fact that she'd had the privilege of spending time with the family during her training; breaking bread with them in the evenings, sharing new stories she hadn't heard at the firehouse a gazillion-plus times. Somewhere during their training, Phoenix had shed their associate titles and had emerged as friends; which made this rescue so much harder than her average John or Jane Doe.

"Mrs. Tracy?"

"Told yer a thousand times kid; Sally suits me just fine. Mrs.Tracy is reserved for our shareholders, and Brains - who I've given up trying to change.

"Sally," she corrected herself, feeling a sudden warmth fill her face.

"How are you holding up?" Tam scrambled to unpack her medkit.

"I'll be a lot better once this brave idiot is off me. Can't breathe."

Tam paused a moment, and frowned. Virgil's weight was only partially resting on Sally; his body angled in such a manner as not to crush her. She wondered briefly if that had been at all planned on Virgil's part.

"Level with me kid, what are you thinking?"

Tam had a lot of time for Sally; she was brave, kind-hearted and wonderfully feisty - especially given her age, which she guessed was a taboo topic, here on Tracy Island. The woman was also far too sharp-witted to have the wool pulled over her eyes.

She sighed, continuing to work, as she analyzed the scene before her.

"I think the initial impact of your fall may be the real reason behind the pain you have breathing. Virgil's been careful to lie in a way that would not crush you."

"Sure sounds like him. So?"

"So...we need to check for injuries."

There was a confidence in her voice that she did not feel - or rather, she was confident about things; procedures, protocol, her job. But, inwardly, having not one, but numerous people she cared about (more than she perhaps should, given the amount of time she'd actually spent in their company) she'd admit it; this rescue had her shook. Tam buried the feeling deep, and ran the scan.

"How're they doing?"

Tam looked up from the scan to see the youngest Tracy approaching.

"Alan?" Sally's voice rasped out.

"Sally, you have three broken ribs; but as far as I can see, they've not caused any significant injuries to the surrounding area,"

She passed the med-scanner to Alan, who concurred.

"Well, Grandma; I'd say that's earned you a VIP stay in Tracy Island's very own infirmary. Don't worry, I've heard the doctors there are very good-looking!"

"I wasn't aware that Kip was a doctor too!"

"What? Eww! No!"

Grandma's chuckle was instantly switched for a grimace of pain.

Alan gently rescued a hand on her shoulder.

"Hel-p Vir-gil," she breathed.

"Tam's doing just that, Grandma. Penny and myself will look after you. It'll give Tam the space she needs to properly help Virg."

A hover stretcher, followed by a well-spoken lady appeared. And, before-long, Sally, Alan, and the woman - Penny vanished. Tam couldn't exactly say when. Her attention now firmly on the one member of International Rescue who had yet to regain consciousness.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #alan tracy #lady penelope #grandma tracy #oc tamara fielding #thunderangst #thunderwhump #the butterfly effect

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elderscrollsconceptart · 11 days

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I hope this isn't an unwelcome suggestion, but I think you could extend the lifespan of the remaining new art by posting a little slower. I appreciate all of the art no matter how often you post, but it throws me off to have periods of silence followed by every other post on my dashboard being yours.

LONG REPLY BUT PLZ READ 🫶❤️

So i suppose some transparency about how i try to post might be appreciated by the community here so ill try my best!

I have posted TES art daily since this past winter and plan to continue to do so for a long as i can.

As it stands im not actually short on TES art whatsoever!

For example i still have thousands of pieces of TES Legends and ESO art remaining in my archive.

BUT

From the beginning of this blog i was aware of one major fact...

The available art from ESO and Legends outnumbers art from ALL the other TES games by several magnitudes.

Honestly i could exclusively post ESO and Legends art and probably not run out for years.

Typically I post in the evenings and (usually?) its 10-15 posts per day. Unfortunately even if I spaced them out through through the day I'd be going through all the art just as quickly on a day to day basis.

"Running out" isn't a concern in terms of the overall archive BUT it IS a concern for the TES games which have FAR less publicly available art and known artist credits, such as Morrowind or Oblivion.

I've long struggled with the fact that I (personally) care about posting art from the mainline games more than I care about posting art from ESO or Legends. I love all TES games but I personally view some of the art as more important to see preserved ATM, ESPECIALLY art from games pre-ESO or Skyrim.

Why am I more concerned about older TES art? Simple. Those games existed in era before artists commonly had digital portfolios. As such most of the art is either behind some sort of NDA or has never been digitized.

ESO AND LEGENDS ARTISTS ACTUALLY UPLOAD ALOT OF THEIR WORK TO THEIR PORTFOLIOS ONLINE. THANK GOD. I wish I could say the same for the older games :(

Like FR it's EASY to find ESO artists. You know what's NOT easy? Finding artists and art for games like Daggerfall or Oblivion. I want to ensure the more obscure art and artists (especially from the pre-eso era) get archived on here ASAP.

I've long decided I want this blog to serve as a digital archive of its own so people in the future can more easily find TES art AND the artists credits (if we have them).

It's really important to me that places beyond UESP partake in TES art archiving. That's what I *try* to strive for at least through this blog.

For transparency sake I may not be around to post here in a year or two due to a possible career change I'm looking at.

It's nothing certain but the career I'm looking at would effectively remove the kind of free time I'd need to run this blog.

The career change may never happen!! But in the event it does I wanna make sure I post all the TES art I can, with art from the older games taking priority.

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Sorry for the word wall folks, but I love your love for this blog and you deserve transparency from me! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙💙🩵💜🤎

Todd Bless 🙏🙏🙏

#the elder scrolls #tes #art #elderscrollsconceptart #digital archiving

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dustylogicalityrat · 7 months

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hello, wonderful people! i hope you all have an amazing Aromantic Awareness Week!! while yes, we can, and deserve to, celebrate who we are, we can also take the time to spread the word about Palestine, because this week, there's another strike.

(we can do it!)

💚 🇵🇸

your happy pappy Patton believes in you!!

#sanders sides #patton sanders #ts patton #aromantic awareness week #aromantic spectrum #aromantic #aro #free palestine #free gaza #palestine #gaza #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #crayon draws 💙🖍

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greengirllover · 2 months

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Imagine being a grown ass and harassing a minor. And doing it through anon asks. Like guys wanna act like "alpha manly men" and then don't have the balls to do it showing their own profiles.

It's actually funny 'cause we can tell they're aware of how pathetic, how little, how unloved they are. All this desperate screaming to clame a masculinity they lack of, it's just looks like a hopeless shell of a human being, and that's all they'll ever be.

Anyway Green, you're a majestic wonderful human being and you don't deserve to be bothered by those creepy insignificant pieces of sh*t💚

you are seriously the sweetest ever that and very well spoke 🫶🫶 thank you

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noobadorkisser3 · 2 months

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I checked your blog, and it's extremely saddening to see even more Palestine accounts getting blocked. I wish you the best and I hope you get the money you deserve to escape Gaza safely.

Please reblog this, spread this so that people who are able to donate are made aware of this fundraiser!

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hacked-by-jake · 4 months

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So, another huge thing I want to make clear here.

It includes Spoilers but I fear it's not possible to explain it without it. So be aware.

You see me answering asks. You see me talking about Moonvale and the side story normally. Even happily. Or jokingly, like the incorrect quote I made yesterday.

And I don't forget about everything that is going on.

Nothing that happens in Moonvale will make me forget what went wrong.

Jake's indirect appearance won’t make me just accept what happened.

But I don't want to be sad and nothing but sad. I'm so insanely sad about it. But I believe, we player still deserves to enjoy the little things we liked.

Because, in my eyes, Moonvale has some cool and positive things. And I think we deserve to be happy about it.

As long as we don't see another episode, and as long as we don't know if Everbyte will make their promises come true, I believe we still deserves to be happy about some things.

That doesn't mean I won't criticise them anymore. It doesn't mean I agree with them or anything.

But we all waited so long for this game, we were filled with excitement and curiosity. And we got disappointed. Heavily.

But I want to give Everbyte this chance. If they don't change anything of the huge things in episode 2, then we can still see if we keep this going.

But until then, I want to make the best out of it. I want to be happy and not just sad. Because I cannot handle it.

And one last thing... Everbyte made some very bad decisions for the game, and also in their statement. But not all they ever did was bad, on the contrary. And I also believe that despite everything, they still deserve a little positive feedback.

As we say yesterday, many of us still feel bad for them. And I think it's an important thing to do so. Because it shows empathy. We should never just forget the bad things because it. But we're all humans. With mistakes and bad decision. But even then, it doesn't mean the person can't be good once. It doesn't mean a person can't be right once.

So, if you see me posting in a positive manner, don't hate me for it please, I still agree with everything I have criticized before. But if I only focus on it, I know I won’t be able to last long. And it will make me much too sad.

I hope you can understand this. And I hope that also you can still enjoy the small things a little bit.

For the love of duskwood and for the love of our happiness. 💚

#Maybe I should do a post for all the “important” posts I made so far xD #too much and they're drowning between everything else xD #hbj talks #moonvale #moonvale x duskwood #hbj mv x dw talks #everbyte studio #everbyte game

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m1zisua · 3 months

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Hello,

I hope you and your family are well and in good health😃.

I am writing to kindly ask for your support in reblogging my pinned post on my page❤🙏.

It details my struggle and the hardships we face in Gaza😥, especially the dire conditions we are enduring in the hospital where I work as a doctor😣💔.

Your assistance in spreading this message is crucial to raise awareness and garner support for our cause✌💚.

I sincerely appreciate your help and look forward to your continued support🥺❤🙏.

Thank you very much.

Dr.mohammed aldeeb from gaza

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Hello Dr. Mohanmed Aldeeb! I wish for you and your family to reach your goal and get the support you all need and deserve❤️ your dedication is truly inspiring and admirable.

This fund has currently reached €18,288 of its €30,000 goal. Every donation counts!

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siphonomy · 3 months

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Hello,

I hope you and your family are well and in good health😃.

I am writing to kindly ask for your support in reblogging my pinned post on my page❤🙏.

It details my struggle and the hardships we face in Gaza😥, especially the dire conditions we are enduring in the hospital where I work as a doctor😣💔.

Your assistance in spreading this message is crucial to raise awareness and garner support for our cause✌💚.

I sincerely appreciate your help and look forward to your continued support🥺❤🙏.

Thank you very much.

Dr.mohammed aldeeb from gaza

HEY!!! ATTENTION HERE!!!

I am not the best at spreading awareness, but if any of you get the chance please please donate to Mohammed!!! The people of Palestine deserve freedom and what’s happening as of now is absolutely sickening. If you’re unable to donate, then at least reblog so the word can be spread around!! And you can also do your daily clicks!!

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dylanisdazed · 1 year

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Ello Doods!

I’ll be honest—I didn’t want to make a big announcement or even post about this news because I know it opens me up to criticism, unwanted opinions, and overall mean people. I act tough—well, do I? I pretend to be a serial killer at least 👀😂—but most of you know that I’m a sensitive softie, especially when it comes to the people I love. Now there is a new person I love, very much, and seeing as though my blog is a reflection of my everyday life, it would be impossible not to talk about him. In fact, y’all will probably be sick of hearing his name!

I’ve never ever been happier in my life to introduce all of you to MILO! Milo is five years old and I can’t even type his name without crying tears of joy—luckily, I’m a pretty crier. 😂

Many months ago, Adam mentioned a boy who had a rough situation and needed a home—he met him through police work. Adam knows how much I love children and wanted to make me aware of the situation. After talking about it, we decided to become his foster parents and hopefully soon will be his legal guardians!! I already consider myself a dad to Parker and Noah and love them just as much as Milo, but Milo will be mine whether I’m with Adam or not. (We would share custody I guess—Also I have no intention of that happening to be clear, just stating that it’s not like an Adam thing 😂 although I feel very lucky to have him by my side to guide me).

Milo has shaggy brown hair (like someone else I know 😂🥰), big beautiful eyes, and is adorable all around. I’m preeeeeeetttyyy sure it won’t take long for y’all to learn more about his personality and how fun and loving he is. I’m soooo ready for all the baths, bedtimes, bad dreams, and I can’t think of other B words right now 😂🥰 but I’m ready!!

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And a side note, since I know people will ask—my priorities at this moment are solely on Milo, giving him all the love and attention, he deserves—and after my tumble and injury, I decided to skip this semester. I already took a gap year after graduating high school and waiting another semester won’t hurt. I’m so happy that I can focus on Milo, Noah, Parker, and Adam and I can start classes again in 2024!

Thank you all in advance for your love and support!

💚 Dylie

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finniestoncrane · 11 months

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Therapy Pet

Capullo!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 2k commission: eddie's partner is used as a little therapy pet for him when he's too stressed (changed from trans-masc reader to gn!reader) 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: pet play, sub/dom dynamics

From outside in the hall, you could hear Edward’s frustrated grunting. It was no way to conduct a business call, and you doubted very much that things were going his way. He could get away with a lot, but even the powerful needed to schmooze. At least before they ruled the world. And Edward wasn’t quite there yet, though he was hurtling towards levels of domination that were almost comical, if they weren’t attributable to someone as threatening and deranged as you knew he could be. Give it a month or so, and you were sure his plan would be complete. And then you’d have him all to yourself again.

A loud thud signalled the end of the call, Eddie’s hands slammed down onto the desk in resignation and disappointment in whatever poor soul’s services he was attempting to render. You were quick to attention, ready to take your place by his side at the desk, but not quick enough that he wasn’t yelling for you, impatient as ever.

“And where is my precious little pet?”

Stepping through the door, shuffling, more accurately, you sheepishly made your way to him, eyes deigning to gaze up through your eyelashes at him, wide and pleading, the way he liked you. And when you were close enough to him, he reached his hand out cupping your chin, placing pressure on it with his fingers and thumb and gently shaking your head. You tilted your head back, allowing him to let his fingers drift to your chin, tilting it up and tickling under it as he cooed at you. But, true as ever to his slight distancing of you from any emotional depth, he let your head fall with a sharp slump as he withdrew his hand. Tenting his fingers in front of him, he tutted as you stood still, soft pout on your lips, confused at his sudden withdrawal of affection.

“Oh, don’t pout my sweet, little thing. You know why I did that.”

Tilting your head, you offered him a quizzical stare, opening your mouth only slightly, about to ask him to clarify before realising that he would surely enjoy the opportunity to over explain things to you in his own time. And, leaning back in his chair, he offered you a hint.

“Adorable, sure. But you’re the worst fucking therapy animal I’ve ever had. I know your job title says ‘Assistant’ but you and I both know exactly how I need your assistance.”

Suddenly very aware of his exact desires, you let yourself fall gracefully to your knees at his feet. Edward hunched over, his elbows resting on his thighs, hands clasped with his chin atop them.

“Very good! Now can you speak for me?”

“Yes, Eddie. Yes, sir.”

His smile was wide, appreciation tinged with cruel mischief as he leaned ever further forward, his face in yours, close enough that you could smell his cologne, the coffee on his breath, the product that kept his hair slicked back.

“What a good trick. Let’s see if you know any others, shall we?”

Nodding slowly, your eyes widened, a sparkle of excitement lighting them up as you waited obligingly for his command.

“Beg for me, little pet. Beg for me to reward you.”

Placing your hands on the ground, you lowered yourself to the floor, chest flush with it as you lifted your head to gaze at him.

“Please, Eddie.”

He balanced your chin on the side of his crooked finger.

“Nope. Try again. That was absolutely pathetic.”

He spat the word with such vitriol that droplets of his saliva flecked your cheeks, which blushed instantly. Raising yourself up again, you straightened your back, puffed out your chest, clasped your hands in front of you, and licked at your lips before parting them for your pleading words.

“Please, sir. I’m desperate for you. I want to show you how good I am. I want you to give me what you think I deserve.”

Eddie let his fingers spread through your hair on either side of your temples, brushing stray strands behind your ears before cupping your cheeks and pressing them tight. He smiled at the pout he had forced your mouth into, placing a soft kiss against it and resting his head gently on your forehead as he whispered his next command.

“Bend over the desk.”

As soon as you had positioned yourself, you could feel Eddie behind you. His palms gripped at your hips as he thudded into you, the bulge at the front of his pants so obvious now that it was pressed tight to your ass cheeks. He stayed there, grinding against you as he moaned, infuriated at the limitations he had placed on himself, dry humping you to drive himself crazy.

He slid his hand up your spine, lifting your shirt slightly as he went, and let it settle on your scalp, his fingers tugging at your hair, pulling you up, causing your back to arch as he slammed his abdomen into your rear. He was making himself crazy, desperate. A slight wet patch formed on the front of his trousers, the fabric turning a dark green from the precum that oozed excitedly from his thick and twitching cock. From his lips, a small pool of drool collected and dribbled from the corner as he tried to remember your taste on his tongue, how he felt when he was inside of you.

It was becoming too much. If he didn’t stop now, he’d be cumming in his pants and not in you, and what a waste that would be. So, with a rough shove, he let you fall back to the table, slowing his grinding to a halt before he turned his attention to your ass. A sharp crack rang out as his palm made contact with your cheek, still clothed, but the pain seared through anyway. A delightful sting that made you bite your lip, still whining even though you were trying to stifle the sounds.

He followed in succession with four more spanks, each one followed by his gentle cooing as he reassured you that this was part of your reward and not a punishment.

“You’re far too well-behaved to be punished, hm?”

When he realised that you were nodding still, despite your position and despite how weak you were with arousal, he grabbed your hips and pulled you to him once more, raising his hands to your chest and standing you up. Once he had turned you around to face him, he winked at you, relishing in the way you blushed at the small gesture.

“I want more. I need more.”

Eddie snapped his fingers, the digits following through the motion to point to the floor. Obedient, excited, you fell to your knees and whimpered with excitement as he joined you. Pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your lips, you could feel his hands around your back, laying you down flat on the floor. Following the sides of your body, he brought his fingers to the front of your pants, pulling at them as you rushed to help remove them from you. Laying there, exposed in front of him, you watched as he inspected you, parting your legs slightly to get a better look at your hole, licking his lips as you throbbed in pleasure, pulsing as you waited for his touch.

Still kneeling, he unzipped the front of his chartreuse pants and freed his cock, palming at it and letting it bounce before he spat on his hand and lubed himself up. He popped two fingers into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl over them, coating them in his saliva, before he pressed them to your entrance, collecting your own slick and soaking you completely. Warm, wet and ready for him, he pushed his tip to you and entered you, his breath hissing in pleasure as you scratched for purchase on the carpet below you. After a few minutes of pumping steadily, his forehead was sweating and his hair messy as he leant over you, rutting against you and into you.

“Can you lift your legs for me? I want to get deeper.”

He grinned wide as he stared at you, doing exactly as you were told. Bent in half, spread open wide for him.

“That’s my good pet.”

You lay there, back pressed flat against the floor, as Eddie knelt on either side of your rear. His knees helped keep your thighs in place, his hands and fingers pressed into them tight enough to create small red dents. Stretched to your limits, you held your legs up and folded, your own hands under your knees to assist the position. And with his cock buried deeper inside of you than you thought possible, he began pumping once more. Each brutal shift, the pummelling your desperate cunt received, brought you closer and closer to your own orgasm, the arrival of which was only made sooner as Eddie let go of one of your thighs to run his fingers over you.

“Do you like it when I touch you? Tell me you like it.”

“I like it Eddie, I love it.”

With a finger and thumb on either side of the protruding, sensitive member, he rubbed his digits up and down, jerking you until you were shuddering under him and begging him for more through your wailing and panting.

“Good pet, not long now. Keep moaning for me.”

It was impossible not to, the way he filled you up completely, stretching you out in the position you were in, held there by his brute force, his slender but powerful body balanced almost completely atop your own.

“I’m going to… fill you up… heh… with a little litter… would you like that?”

Biting your lip, all you could do was nod. No words would come. You were being fucked to the point of stupidity. Just an object for him to use at that moment.

“Of course… urgh… you would! Because you’re… mine… Whose pet are you?”

“Y-yours… Eddie…”

“Who… who do you… belong to?”

“You, Eddie… you!”

With a final push, Eddie buried his cock within you, holding himself there as he grunted, letting out a deep growl and an animalistic screech as he came. You could feel it, hot, thick, coating your insides. Long after you had felt the last spurt of his seed being deposited, he stayed there, making sure not a drop was wasted. And when he finally pulled out with a sloppy pop, you could feel his cum dribbling out over you as your body relaxed.

Eddie collapsed onto his back, taking a moment to allow both of you to catch your breath before he rolled you onto your side and curled in behind you. Taking you in his arms, he nuzzled his face into your neck. As true to himself as ever, though, his words were less than romantic, his praise tinted with eroticism, and punctuated by soft nibbles against your skin and lewd laps of his tongue.

“Such a good little pup for me. You always take me so well.”

His fingers followed the shape of your side as he lightly dragged them up and down, the tips of them just grazing over your skin, a sweet, tickling sensation that you could feel bolstering your arousal, building it up again like only he knew how. Preparing you for round two when he’d barely just finished with you.

“You’re very impressive, not as impressive as me, obviously, but close. Enough that you might bruise my ego if you’re not careful.”

He meant it, and the vague threat that came with it. But the way his hands held you on your front, fingers stroking up and down, you were soothed and comforted, rewarded for your efforts, for your good behaviour, and confident that you were far too much of a pleasure for him to ever get rid of you. After all, you were his pet.

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