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wikiangela · 11 months

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After reading you temptation Tuesday I need to know more about your buddie sims

omg anon I'm soooo happy you asked 😂 bc lately buddie and ts4 are my obsession lol - warning: this might get long haha

so, first of all, this is their house - Eddie's house - that took me like 5 hours fr, and I'm not good at building but I'm kinda happy with it ngl haha (his house is so inconsistent in the show fr, and he has a desk in the kitchen, and I never noticed the red armchair in the living room😂) - if anyone wants, I can show you each room in more detail haha

I also gave them a patio in the back, and a little garden for Buck bc I had just read a fic with Buck owning a plant nursery and it fits so well lol - and it's gonna get renovated a bit soon bc they're expecting a baby through surrogacy (btw pls give me names for a Buckley-Diaz baby haha)

and this is what they look like (I'm lowkey happy with how Buck and Chris turned out tho I'm so mad that the crutches cc I found isn't working, and I can't find good tattoos for Buck lol - but Eddie looks like any generic sim but whatever haha)

also, obvi they're both firefighters, Buck has adhd, Eddie might take up knitting just because, and Chris is doing amazing at school and is about to become a teen wtf haha (also, they're both his dads, like in the family tree, they were both his dads before they even got together bc I wanted to see if it's possible)

they also have a cat and Eddie will be a reluctant cat dad just like he was a reluctant dog dad in my fic haha

and idk if anyone cares, but the thing I said in the temptation tuesday wasn't even all that happened on that date, it was ridiculous, and I'll add this under the cut bc this is getting long lmao

so, for context: I have wicked whims and mortem (realistic death)

I scheduled their wedding for saturday at noon, but the day before it was love day, so I figured they'd go on a date to a restaurant - and in the sims it takes so fucking long lol

so they were waiting for their food and talking, and bc I have wicked whims and they're like obsessed with each other, even in my game lol, Buck kept autonomously asking Eddie for sex, sooo many times, and I kept clicking no, bc they can do it after they get home haha

but then after they were done eating and were ready to go home, I couldn't leave, bc someone died - now, I forgot I had the mortem mod, bc I just got it and hadn't used it yet, so I figured, the grim will come and it'll be over soon, and in the meantime I finally agreed to let them fuck (they went to the coatroom, with an archway instead of a door so they were perfectly visible, and Buck blew Eddie - btw, their first time was completely autonomous too and they did it in Eddie's closet wtf😂😂)

and then the dead lady was still on the floor, and I remembered about the mod, and I guess someone called the coroner and I had to wait for them to come - so Buck and Eddie joined all the people gathered around the body, and istg (i hate that I didn't get a screenshot lol) every single sim had a thought bubble with Buck's face and cum, bc he just blew Eddie and had cum on his face 😂

and after the coroner came and declared the death or whatever, she asked Buck of all people to take care of the funeral 😂😂 I said no, obvi, and soon they were able to go home and get married 😂

mods make the game sooo ridiculous lmao

I actually haven't played with buddie in a while, I need to get back to them haha

#anon thank you so much for this ask!#if anyone wants to know more pls lmk i'm sooo happy to talk about this haha #also I got some new packs since I made this so I might change some things soon haha #buddie #the sims 4 #wikiangela answers #anon ask #asks #buddie sims #sims anon

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brilliantfantasticgeronimo · 6 months

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rewatching the idiot's lantern

visuals: this episode's direction is amazing, ya'll. really underrated. the use of slanted angles gives what could be a standard period YA story stand out, and it gives it a kind of... splashy, noir-but-colorful vibe. it also fits really well with the whole "telly gone wrong" thing the story is going for. the faceless ones effect is simple but effective, the telly lady is iconic, and don't get me started on rose and ten's iconic rockabilly outfits... colonialism / hegemony: some interesting lines: "we may have lost the empire, but we can still be proud" / "only an idiot hangs the union flag upside down". there's a line from ten that's really funny about "this is the queen's england! not being men in black or stalinist russia",,, stealth anti-communist propaganda is always hilarious but specially hilarious in november 2023 when sunak is pushing the "anti-terrorism" card to jail palestine marches (and starmer would rather be die than call for a ceasefire). this ep is interesting also in that it's a good example of brittish pop culture trying to re-build a sense of identity after being "beaten" as an empire. so in the story, the coronation itself must retain its importance, the monarchy can't be questioned... but it seeks to reframe its importance in "the domestic" and entertainment sphere ("this is history right here"). make no mistake tho, it is still very patriotic. the dad gets called out not for being a Proper briton and not hanging The Flag Correctly... overall tho it's fun to see a conservative ass get his own rhetoric used against him (by the doctor, by rose, by tommy, and by the mother). And i think this episode makes the correct analysis in showing how the "patriotic veterans" ideology is fueling the neo-facists of today's uk (See: the "poppies sellers are afraid to leaver heir home" circus last week). themes: i used to think s2 didnt have much of a cohesive theme compared to s1 or s3 but now i think im starting to notice one emerging: the resistance against modernity and the passage of time. this episode is a good partner to rise of the cybermen/Army of steel with one talking about "phone updates and blootooth but they can mind control" and "what if tv melts ur brain"... in both the evil bug eyed monsters make those fears literal... but the real moral crutch is, pherhaps more than "phone bad"... that people become complicit and compliant to everything happening on the world around them. and that those who rebel against this apathy are virtuous in doing so (see The Preachers, tommy, etc). I also think this theme fits really well with School Reunion (sarah jane coming to terms with her ageing, rose coming to terms with her eventual death / the death of her relationship with the doctor, the "disco" aspect of k-9 being ridiculed but then showing to have value) and then with GiTf, with the clockwork robots being a probable (unintentional?) metaphor for monarchy and "obsolete" technologies that linger on.

Character of the day highlight: The telly-lady is such a good one off villain. Every time she says "IM HUNGRY" "FEEEDMEEE" it was hilarious and great. The whole family is also all get a moment to shine. "I did what I thought was right" and "That's my mother" were really arresting. On a negative point though, I would have cut the inspector guy, his death did not hit hard enough because he just didn't have enough screentime in this one. The Timeless Child bonus: Ten's bonding with the kid serves really well as parallel to himself. Tecteum would have a lot in common with the dad this episode so it's kind of cool that in that way, The Doctor gets to stand up for themeselves.

Companion watch: Ten and rose are very clever in this one.not in a wow million years of techbobabble clever or high functioning psychopath clever way but like, good ol fashion connecting cues, knowing how to push ppl's button and who to talk to get information. I would say these are about apathy, and [falling in line]. there's also an interesting character point of her being more invested in things working out for his family which as i said in another post, honestly takes off some of the sensationalism i've seen around her telling the kid to talk to his dad.

Misc: Missed a trick by not having ten say NOTHING IN THE WOKR DCAN STOP ME NOWW in That Scene. this ep also vibes well with s1 in that tommy is Inspired to save the day (i wish he had more time to bond w/ 10/rose so this Hit more, but as it is, it's perfectly fine. it's more of a "this person was already great and they didn*t *need* the doctor and co, but it's nice that they helped anyway").

#60threwatch #dw

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truly-sincerely · 4 months

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Dark Star Falling (8 of 9)

The room has marble walls with bronze embellishments lined with disorganized scroll racks. It is an unusual shape, not quite a trapezoid. Enver Gortash has never seen architecture quite like this. His best guess is Dwarvish.

“--I’m running along the outer ledge, trying to line up a shot on the Emperor when suddenly I am just horny as all get out.” He can hear Darling’s voice from the hallway outside, but all he can see in that direction is a sickly teal light.

A triangular table-like outcropping extends from the shortest wall and on it sits an embroidered cushion, and on top of that, a skull with all of the teeth removed except the very long, very pointed canines.

“Right that minute, in the middle of the fucking apocalypse, Haarlep is going at it in my body.”

Gortash looks down at himself and sees unfamiliar clothing but otherwise he seems to be fully intact. Of course the netherstone is gone.

“I’m sorry, darling,” that lilting, upper city voice replies.

“No, this is a funny story. I know you’ve got autonomy issues but it’s not as bad as that. I can still do things, it’s just kind of distracting. I get inappropriately horny in lots of situations unrelated to incubi.”

“I suppose that’s true. You are a freak,” he laughs.

Gortash sits up and immediately regrets it, but keeps going, swinging his legs over the side of the stone bed and overturning a metal tray with goblets and such.

“Anyway, that was when Gale hit him with a fireball and he went up like woomf, so–” Darling stops mid-sentence at the clatter.

“Have a nice chat, love.”

“Right. Yeah. You sure you don’t want to stick around?” Gortash doesn’t hear a response but Darling appears in the doorway alone. They don’t say anything as they walk to the table, pick up the skull, sit down on the pillow, and let the skull sit in their lap. Gortash feels lightheaded and nauseated, still trying to get his bearings.

“Where am I?” he croaks.

“The Tourmaline Depths, underneath the Szarr Palace,” Darling says, looking at him with an amount of concern that makes him deeply uncomfortable. They pick up a goblet from somewhere he can’t see, wiping it out with the hem of their shirt. “It’s been… about a day and a half.”

That’s right, he’d been in his office at Wyrm’s Rock Fortress. Darling had walked in the door with Minthara, a wizard with a Waterdhavian accent, and the high elf that had attended the coronation with them. The elf didn’t say anything during the meeting, but Gortash was confident that he was the owner of the upper city accent.

– – –

“It’s time I take matters into my own hands. We could have–”

Darling cuts in, “I’m gonna stop you right there. You need to hear this. I believe it’s too late to regain control of the brain.”

“Why in Bane’s name would I listen to anything you have to say? You destroyed my Steel Watch,” he’s trying to hide how much this hurts him personally, but the facade is cracking.

“They were controlled by tadpoles. When the brain breaks free it would’ve taken them with it. I couldn’t let that happen,” Darling pleads. They try not to sound like they’re pleading, but they aren’t sure if it’s working. Gortash starts to interrupt and Darling barrels over him, “I’m acting on your hypothesis, Enver. You voiced a concern to Ketheric that the energy of the Crown would cause the elder brain to metamorphose into something more difficult to control.”

“You couldn’t possibly know about that,” he says with uncertainty.

“Good ol’ Ketheric hid his private thoughts in the floorboards next to his thrice damned bed. When he wasn’t leaving them lying around for anyone to read, that is. He concluded that the solution was to consolidate the netherstones in a single wielder. You came to the same conclusion, tho your offer to share the stones with me was...” they trail off with a shrug.

“That’s precisely why I put the brain under the upper city.”

“Yes, I read your journal too. Something, something perfectly formed to concentrate the psionic force of the netherstones? And if we lose control it’ll be perfectly formed to concentrate the psionic force of a metamorphosed brain against us,” they pause, and glance back at their wizard. “I spoke to the brain at Moonrise. It knew my name. It called me kingmaker-returns-pawn (which would be a really good title for a ballad about me).”

“You’re not a pawn,” Gortash says, briefly forgetting that he’s furious with Darling.

“That’s not the point. It also said I made it–that I gave it everything. It’s blowing smoke up my skirt. I don’t like it. You should be deeply concerned that it has the will to screw with me. I didn’t ‘crawl back from my bloody disgrace’ by frolicking into traps (I’m usually the one who sets them) and I’m telling you that it’s hiding something.”

An awkward silence follows. Darling reaches towards him, but pauses and puts their hand back down at their side. His eyes dart around as he works the problem in his head. The wizard whispers something about trustworthiness in Darling’s ear.

“Faithful, to me,” Gortash commits to the decision, and the faithful all start advancing on Darling’s troupe. “I think I will hang your corpse in the Wide–the Archduke’s would-be assassin. The people will celebrate your fall, and my part in it. Your bones will be a souvenir of–”

– – –

And then nothing.

“That’s when Astarion shot you full of drow poison, Gale put you in a resilient sphere, we killed all of your guards, fed you a bunch of potions of sleep, Minthara (reluctantly) carried you, and we all jumped off the tower to a skiff we had waiting for us on the beach by Wyll’s old fishing spot,” Darling says, petting the skull in their lap as tho it’s a cat.

“So the brain has been destroyed,” he posits. “Or else you’re hiding in this moldering ruin from an army of mindflayers.”

“The first one, tho not before it turned all the tadpoles, so there are likely still hundreds of mindflayers wandering around the sword coast, but that’s not why we’re down here.”

“And you were right about its treachery?”

“About it being up to something? It gave me a whole monologue about sending you dreams so you’d put the astral prism into play which would give it the opportunity to rebel and there’s nothing I could do to stop it, et cetera, et cetera.”

Gortash puts his head in his hands. He was so sure he had covered all the angles but Darling being correct meant he’d failed months ago and had been digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself ever since. He can feel Bane’s disapproval like a fist clutching his heart and knows that if he died now he would be tortured for eternity for his failure. His cult is surely scattered, his holdings seized or destroyed, and his reputation obliterated. Darling could have killed him in Wyrm’s Rock. Should have killed him. He deserved death for such a complete and utter failure. What use is he to his god like this? Did he already know he had lost when he sic’d his guards on Darling?

Finally, looking up at Darling, he asks, “So what is this? What do you expect to happen here?”

Darling’s mouth shifts to the side and they say, “I was thinking we’d have a conversation that’ll become a fight that’ll become a fuck that’ll become an ultimatum.”

“I accept your premise but tell me the ultimatum now and I’ll answer it at the end,” he counter-offers with all the gravity of discussing lunch plans.

“You have to renounce Bane,” Darling pauses, thinking. An ultimatum needs to come with consequences. Gortash waits for the rest, trying not to have an emotion about the beginning. “We can be whatever you want, but not in the name of a god, any god. If you insist on remaining with His cult then I’m going to turn you over to the Flaming Fist or the Watch–whatever’s left upstairs.”

“Whatever I want?”

Darling hesitates, realizing they’ve maybe left that clause a little too open-ended for someone who's spent as much time as Gortash has among devils. “I could add ‘within reason’, but what I’m hoping for is that, if you want to be with me, you’ll want something that’s compatible with what I want.”

He opens his mouth and then closes it again, frowns, and looks away thoughtfully. “I assume the tadpole is gone already and you have your elf… I don’t know what you want beyond that. I suppose that’s what the conversation is meant to be about.”

Darling is taken aback that he remembered what they had said on their first (no, second) visit almost a tenday ago. He always gives the impression that he’s only barely listening for what he wants to hear. But still, he’s so subdued. He had tried to kill them. Maybe destroying the steel watch really was too much of a betrayal. “Assuming you even want me, that is," Darling says, hesitantly.

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#dark star falling #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #durgetash #durge #gortash #Darling can't fix him #but they can fuck him #maybe that'll calm him down #just like carte blanche make me worse #as long as its for you and not some fucking deity

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mythicalbeans · 2 years

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// hermit shipping - royal au (rendoc, scardubs)

idk i have this idea in my head about rendoc and scardubs.

we all know that ren had become the king of the hc server, and doc’s against this whole authority on the server thing, which could be a great concept for a friends to enemies to lovers trope.

we have humble beginnings; ren starting up his pumpkin pie shop, giving doc some whenever. and doc letting ren in on the diamonds at the world eater (earlier days). they talk, they’re good friends etc etc, but guess what, ofc they have pent up feelings for each other and OFC they think it isn’t reciprocated.

and how does ren become king exactly in this au? exactly what actually happened in the server lol

during ren’s coronation tho, like in the actual server, doc isn’t there but when he came back and found out about the situation, he feels betrayed cause he’s jealous of bdubs and frankly enough infuriated cause they talked about agreeing that some form authority in the server wasn’t going to be any good.

and what’s a good au without the background relationship? (that everyone seems to be more fond of)

we have *commoner* scar over here being against at first with the whole king thing and whatnot, but seeing how he could benefit from the royal quests, he keeps his mouth shut to avoid getting locked up in the dungeons. AND with the addition of bdubs’s feelings for scar, mr. gtw over here uses this to his advantage, agreeing to fake date bdubs in hopes of getting his rank higher (or even just be on the king’s good side after he was basically banished when the king first made his royal decree at the monolith) and get back his diamonds that he lost. but over time, the more frequent scar has spent time with bdubs, surprise surprise, he develops feelings for the king’s right hand man. but eventually yknow, we have to have some angst so bdubs finds out that scar only agreed to date him in the first place was to get royal benefits etc etc. so scar tries to get ahold of bdubs for the next few days, but obv bdubs is avoiding him (probably purposely busying himself to have an excue to not talk to scar) but eventually scar does get ahold of him and confessions and tears happen blah blah and they get their happy ending :)))

#idk how to close ren’s and doc’s story #im still conceptualising #hermitshipping #rendoc #scardubs #royal au

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sukirichi · 2 years

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I LOVE the latest chapter! As y/n, what I'll probably do next would sleep all the hurt away and wake up the next day like nothing happened. Make Suna think that everything went back to normal. I'll put him on the highest pedestal coz they say that the higher the height, the greater the fall. Help him make his dreams come true. Make him king and let him marry Iris. But I'm not gonna let his dream of me carrying his children come true. I'm gonna ask for divorce in return for making him king. Good luck with him ruling the country without the help of my family's support and influence and with a tarnished reputation. His reign would surely go down in history 😎 idc wether he'll successfully rule over the country or not. I'll be fvckin absolutely unbothered coz why would i be??? If I'm already with someone who loves me back

oh anon, i assure you, yn got a good sleep after crying for hours. maybe it’s just me but sleeping actually feels so great after a breakdown? but omg this ask tho... it’s such a great way of making rin put full trust on us because he’ll assume he still has us wrapped around his finger and that all of it is going according to his plan. like yes, girlboss, make him king and then divorce him like that would humiliate him to no end. put him at the highest ranking of respect and then show the world why he isn’t worthy of that title. he’ll receive so much backlash for it. he might not even be really respected if we divorce him after his coronation while we’ll just live life happily out here!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Monday 4.. June 1832

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restless for an hour or two after getting into bed last night - fine morning F62° at 8 ¾ - thunder and lightning storm about 3 this morning - breakfast at 10 ¼ - the coroner Mr Edmund Dade Conyers from Duffield took the inquest on poor George between 10 and 11 - the jury sat at Strangeway’s, the Norcliffe arms, in the village - verdict accidentally shot - but the keeper ought to have been more careful and the verdict had near been brought in manslaughter - George’s father and sister arrived between 10 and 11 - both much affected, but had heard of the fatal termination at Birdsall, as they walked along, about 16 miles across the country from Londesborough - the father had no objection to the head being opened. Mr Cobb and his son Charles came about 1 - wanted 2 of the men - I objected to this - thought it would not do - it would make too much talk - Burnett would be better and I would be present with her - she behaved very well, till feeling sick, I got her away gave her a little brandy and water in my room, she recovered herself and went down to the servants as if nothing had happened, I returned.

SH:7/ML/E/15/0077

Mr Charles Cobb had sawn and prized off the upper hemisphere of the cranium and laid open the brain in ¼ hour - the whole surface except a little bit over the right eye covered with coagulated blood, and the ventricules [ventricles] full of liquid blood - Mr Cobb thought 6oz at least coagulated and liquid in the ventricles - could not find the shot - it had made a large opening thro’ the orbit, and must be hid deep in the drain - impossible to have saved life in such a case - of this I was quite satisfied - the cap of skull was then replaced and the skin so neatly sewn over it, that all looked as if nothing had been disturbed. Burnett returned satisfied to see all so much as it was before again, and CN- too saw, and said she could not have guessed that any operation had been performed - all was kept quiet and the poor father never having missed anyone of the servants was probably hardly aware that the examination had taken place - saw him by and by - said everything I could most comforting (no hint at the examination) - mentioned that ¾ year’s wages would be due on the 19th gave him £5 for the present and his watch and all that poor George had here, and promised that all the clothes he had at Shibden should be sent, and the money remitted that should be due - did not pay him more now not knowing whether George might have left any debts behind him - hoped that the poor old man (72, respectable and shewed much good feeling) would have £10 more to receive - would send him an account - Fisher and the child little Hugh Robinson arrived this morning between 12 and 1 - came up to my room between 2 and 3. Had Burnett about the coffin plate - wrote for it ‘George Playforth died on the 1st of June 1832 aged 31’ from 3 to 4 wrote rather 3 hurried pages to my aunt mentioning that I had hardly sent off my letter yesterday before the change in poor George was so decided that he died without a sigh at 6 5 having never had one moment’s consciousness from the 1st - asked my aunt to ask Marian to sent off the clothes per waggon directed to Miss Button as the poor old man desired saying that ‘Miss Lister of H-x’ would know all about it and begged Cordingley to send me, thro’ my aunt, an account of all she knew about poor George’s money matters, and then I would remit the money due to George to his father - and wrote 2 pages hurried to M- mentioning the death and that my thoughts and plans were all so upset, I had given up my visit to the Duffins (couple of days offered) and should go back (tho’ not knowing yet when) after leaving here to Shibden to think what to do - begged her to write and wrote 2 hurried pages to Mr and Mrs Duffin saying that in consequence of this melancholy event and their going to Acomb (tomorrow week) being so near, I feared I must give up my intended visit for the present - gave a short account of the poor fellow’s death saying (tho’ without more directly mentioning the examination) that Mr Cobb said there were at least 6oz. blood suffered on the brain - sent off at 4 10 my letters to my aunt ‘Shibden Hall Halifax’ and to M- ‘Lawton Hall, Lawton, Cheshire’ and to ‘William Duffin Esquire Micklegate York’ I had in the course of the morning written about 2 pages of ½ sheet note papers to Lady Stuart - dressed - dinner at 4 1/2 Fisher dined with us - saw poor George in his oaken coffin - very neatly shrouded with greens and laurels round his head - this struck me more than all I had seen of him before - poor fellow! it was for the last time - CN, too, saw him - coffee – tea – Mrs N- and Fisher left us at 10 ½ - we sat up talking (latterly of M-) till 11 ½ when came to my room and till 12 ½ wrote all the above of today - did not explain about π- but alluded to my disappointment and spoke as if I cared less about it which poor Charlotte would not allow – fine day – F63° at 11 ½ pm my cousin came very gently just after getting up this morning

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greenthey · 2 months

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Several chatty gods & ancestors by the water 2day

(lol I look like my aunt in this photo w her l look of slight consternation)

I started at a bench that said James so someone in my grandfather's line

The one that has been here since colonization

A relation to Robert Ingersoll, "the Great Agnostic"

Noah Ingersoll? Is trying to speak but doesn't really know how

Or his father, James-- duh

We have an etching of Noah who he looks like

Country lawyers, farmers, coroners

"These are times of change"

Looking out on the water

I wonder how u treated women

A wife & daughter he kept safe in good standing

Barrels of wine & fresh milled grain

The best he could do for them

I ask the daughter to come thru, she seems chattier

Hannah?

"My father was a great man"

Ok 🙄

No, he seems decent

As much as a a white dude could be at the time

Coroner -- I wonder if he visited the dying like I have and will again

And heard the last rattling breaths

She was named after her mother, Hannah 😌

Maybe she was the favorite

Cheerful go-getter who did a lot for her parents

She bids me to walk to the retaining wall & look at the water

Like she used to sit in her port city in Connecticut

Eating bread & cheese from a pack

I didn't eat breakfast bc I thought someplace downtown would be open

I forgot it was Easter 🙄🐣

But there is a tarot deck in my pack

What did he say of the changes, Hannah?

They fly like birds on white wings

We can't see them in the sky

We aren't meant to

Look away, at your own craft

Tho you can use the astrolabe to see

I am always being told to follow my own gold

The workings of the pocket watch in my sternum

Because the bird's eye view will not always make sense

A living woman in all purple just walked by and waved 😂

Was that anyone?

No, but Marti liked her purple coat

There are many ancestors who have been waiting to speak

The calls of the birds grow louder and louder

Until they are ready to be seen

Is there anything else to know? Water, water, water

We have lived in a Capricornian world all our lives

Aquarius is air but Her water is still pouring

Where will it flow?

The Moon on the bottom of the deck for the second day in a row

Owlish Odin (or someone) in a black tree

Purple galaxies behind him

Things we will see when our senses grow sharper

Lollll drawing cards while all the Easter Christians walk past

Three cards facing the wrong way in the deck

Waiting for the world to turn right-side up again

Two together and one alone

A dog, a spotted cat

And a bluejay, the bird's eye view

Cerridwen & Odin, two birds that like to meddle

I accept the mystery

& the valley that is a cauldron

As I walk my way down from the cold mountain

Queen of Swords is also my card for my aunt

I have wondered more than once if she worked with Cerridwen

"Getting to the core of the matter is easier from your vantage point. You're able to sift through the information presented to you and see where the truth lies. This higher perspective does not come from the energy of arrogance. It comes from your concise nature and ability to think clearly."

Maybe I will be allowed the bird's eye view when I am more firmly in my logical mind.

It is difficult with the energy of Aquarius.

And what of the Moon?

"The night is brisk and the moon glows bright casting mysterious shadows all around. You too cast shadows that may need illumination."

Two ducks swim past

Mallards

Their senses tell them where to go

For some reason I am bid not to show the cards

The Moon still holds secrets

Do not run the magic trick

#tarot journal #op #ancestor work

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piercethewon · 1 year

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HI!! im a little late for kingslayer but- OH. MY. GOD. THAT WAS SO GOOD I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPRESS HOW OBSESSED I AM😫 THE DIALOGUE THE DRAMA THE SIMPNESS UGHHH I CANT!! i just wanted to send this as a token of appreciation to u authornim for sharing such amazing writing, i literally love u for this omg🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 keep writing PLEASE!! ALSO- is there the slightest chance we would get an epilogue? maybe of their wedding or, even farther in the future, of their coronation or ORR their kids😲🫢?? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL AND CUTE PLS CONSIDER. ANYWAYS HAVE A GREAT DAY🤗

OMG IM SO SORRY FOR NOT REPLYING EARLIER😭😭😭 uni is starting soon so I'm a lil busy atm but of course I'm planning to write more about king riki<3 (I'm currently working on Sunoo's side of the story tho)

thank you so much for your kind words and for reading the entire thing, it means a lot🥺💞 have a great day too!!!

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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Smut-Tember day 16- Body Worship with Tyrion Lannister

Warnings: soft smut, self consciousness, no actual sexy times tho, season 8 spoiler (do I still have to say that?)

Gif creds to owner

The door to your bedchamber sounded with a short, sharp knock.

Sighing, you smoothed your hands down your gown, and let out a shaky “Enter,” although you knew exactly who was knocking.

The door creaked open and your Lord Husband entered, the Hand’s pin gleaming proudly on his breast. “Are you ready for the coronation ball, my dear? You look lovely- what on earth is the matter?” He said, voice softening as you turned around, looking thoroughly glum.

“It’s silly,” you mumbled. “C’mon. Can’t make you late, not for the new King Bran,”

Tyrion walked over to you, closing his hands around one of yours. “I’m sure King Bran will be more than happy for me to be a little late if it is to aid my wife. Now tell me, dear, what is troubling you,”

“I… I just don’t feel… feel that I look very good,” you whispered, looking away. “See. I told you it was silly,”

“Why would I think that’s silly, my dear?” He asked you gently, guiding you to stand in front of your floor length mirror.

“Because the hand of the king has better things to worry about than if his wife likes the way she looks,” you said plainly, looking at the ground, rather than in front of you at your reflection.

“Hand or not, your well-being is of the utmost importance to me,” he told you gently. “Even if you think it’s silly,”

You sighed softly, making to pull away. “Come on,” you said. “We’ll be late,”

Tyrion kept hold of your arm. “I don’t care. Sit on the bed, facing the mirror, darling,” he told you, and you couldn’t help but nod.

Tyrion clambered up on the bed next to you, kneeling beside you. Slowly, he reached one of his hands up to stroke your cheek tenderly, pushing your hair out of the way, tucking it behind your ears so he could kiss you gently. “There… look at that beautiful face,” he told you.

“Tyrion…” you mumbled, looking at your lap.

“I’m serious, YN,” he said, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to look at your reflection. “Beautiful,” he repeated. “Don’t argue with me, my sweet. Remember, I drink and I know things,” you smiled softly at his jest. “And I know for a fact that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,”

Slowly, Tyrion worked his way down your body, pressing gentle kisses to each part that he pointed out, from your neck and collarbones, right down your arms, until he was pressing a soft kiss to each of your fingertips, making you giggle.

“And your back, darling,” he murmured, trailing one finger up your spine until you were shivering. “Never have I seen such an elegant thing… may I?” He asked, caressing the fastening of your dress, smiling as you nodded, beginning to remove your gown, letting you stand up to allow the thin material to flutter to the ground, and with another nod, your smallclothes went too. “Such grace…” he sighed, trailing kisses over your spine and shoulder blades, his hands running up and down until he cupped your hips in both hands. “And these hips…” he murmured, giving them a quick squeeze, before reaching around you to rub your tummy gently. “And your belly… one day, it may grow broad with our child, and will still be beautiful… if that is what you want, of course,” he added, giving your navel a quick pat before his hands reached up, grasping your breasts gently. “These…” he said, his lips twitching in a soft smirk. “See how perfectly they fit into my hands? See? Your pretty tits are practically good enough to eat, sweetheart…”

“Tyrion…” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut, head tilting back.

“Are you still looking?” Tyrion prompted. When you gave a quick nod and an apology, he smiled. “Shhh… it’s okay, good girl. Keep looking, darling,” you did as you were told, staring at your reflection, beginning to admire the way your chest heaved with arousal, the way your hair fell over your skin, the sensual path Tyrion was making along your body, down between your thighs. “And here…” he murmured, fingers running lightly between your folds as they begin to glisten with arousal. “Your cunt always makes me feel so good, darling. And it tastes divine… perhaps I shall show restraint at the coronation feast, and take my meal up here instead…”

“Really?” You whispered, staring at him with wide eyes through your reflection.

“Really,” he told you, circling your clit briefly, until your head was lolling against him and your hips were rocking, breath coming in short pants. When you made to turn to kiss him, reaching for his clothed cock, he laughed gently. “Later. I promise,” he told you, and as he helped you dress, he kissed every inch of your body. And as you left the Hand’s tower to attend the coronation ball, your head was held high as your hands were intertwined.

Tags: @sociallyawkward-princess @lazyotakujen @janelongxox @honeyofthegods @lxoxtxtxi @fullmoonshadowwrites @nyxrae

#tyrion lannister imagine #Tyrion Lannister smut #Tyrion Lannister x reader #Tyrion Lannister x you #Tyrion Lannister one shot #fandompuff’s smut tember #game of thrones smut #smut tember 2021

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ly0nstea · 2 years

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Azula and Zuko Co-Fire Lord

This is a slight follow up for an idea of zuko not being the firelord (even tho he's still firelord) in my previous post, while also being an azula redemption

So, in this idea, Azula is allowed to be the fire lord for some time, seen as ozai promotes her a while before sozins comet, but it still comes with the whole being left behind as ozai leaves to make a solid plan for invasion before the comet, during this time azula realises how terribly unprepared she was for this position. Her manic episode on coronation day calms down but she isn't totally there yet. She's paranoid, distrustful, still has occasional visions of her mother in the corner of her eye and has night terrors more often than not.

The whole thing has her at her wit's end, only worsening her mental state as she has to increasingly rely on advisors she's certain are plotting to betray her, all while she convinces herself that she's failing her father by not being as good as him at being the Fire Lord.

Sozin's Comet comes, Aang and ozai's fight goes the same as the show's, maybe a bit more dramatic due to ozai's preparation, but the Final Agni Kai goes very differently. Azula is exhausted, she's low on sleep, her ears are filled with conflicting advisors, she's reaching the same breaking point as she did on Coronation Day, until Zuko and Katara run up to the doorway of the palace. She sees a way out, maybe she could throw? Maybe she could just surrender? The fight starts, but Azula didn't have the time to throw, when she tried to throw her first punch she collapsed, exerting herself too hard and passing out as she hit the floor.

Now zuko doesnt know what to think, but he's pretty sure he won? And looking at his exhausted, passed out sister puts her in a hospital with the royal doctor to fix her up while he settles in.

However, Zuko runs into the exact same problems azula did. He's not ready, he can't handle the pressure, and quickly puts 2 and 2 together to realise thats why azula passed out the moment she threw a punch, so, similar to how he went to ozai to find his mother, he goes to azula to ask how she handled being fire lord.

These visits start being regular, as azula is slowly healed from how badly she treated her body for weeks. We do know from the beach that they can be more than civil in an isolated environment, so I think that as long as he didn't come all dressed up basically gloating (though I dont think he would)

They would slowly grow closer, perhaps to the point where Zuko asks the doctors not to dismiss her for a little longer because he doesn't want the visits to end, but eventually azula realises shes not getting any better, adn they let her out, with zuko cautiously (and very condtionally) invites her to the palace.

They would eventually grow closer and closer, as being the firelord starts taking more and more of a toll on zukos mind and body. Zuko gives azula a small responsibility, something he doesnt have time for like assigning schedules to the maids, or checking up on the royal guards armour and weapons.

As their trust grows, azula gets some more responsibility, and decision making power after a few months she's basically a de facto Fire Lord 2, but it's not until something big happens, like Azula saving Zuko from some Ozai loyalists, or peacefully solving a difficult situation in the colonies she gets a promotion, and as time goes on, they become equals, sharing the burden that once crippled them both, and being as close as they can be in spite of ozai efforts.

#azula #zuko #avatar the last airbender #avatar #bryke critical #atla headcanons #zuko and azula

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starryevermore · 2 years

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shards of a daydream ✧ steve rogers & bucky barnes

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request: Hiii! Can I please request a royal!au with Steve or Bucky (maybe both? Idk it's up to u) with soooooo muchhhh Angsttttt? I have no idea for the story tho! - anon

pairing: servant!steve rogers x princess!reader; prince!bucky barnes x princess!reader

summary: steve was the one you loved, but prince james was the one you were to marry.

word count: 1,541

warnings?: angst, pet name (my dove) not proofread

This should have been the happiest day of your life. In some ways, it was. Marrying Prince James, the heir to the throne, the man who will be king, was something any woman in the kingdom dreamed of. And yet, you found yourself wishing that, perhaps, you lived in a world where you weren’t his betrothed.

It wasn’t that James was a bad guy. It’s just...you always thought of him as Bucky, the boy you played with when you were little. Back when you weren’t forced into stuffy meetings and crowded balls, when you could run and play. When you weren’t reminded to “act like a lady”, to always be on your best behavior, to keep your mouth shut so you wouldn’t step on any toes. Heaven forbid that you speak your mind.

When you were told that James had asked for your hand, you bit your tongue. Said that you were overjoyed and that you would accept his proposal. But really, you were dying inside. James was the perfect man—had the best title in all the land, from a good family, wealthy, powerful. He was every woman’s dream. Every woman’s dream, except for yours.

A part of you felt shameful for falling for a servant, if only because you knew it could never be. You had no brothers. You couldn’t afford to step out of line. You had to think of your younger sisters. Anything you did would affect their marriage prospects, and you would forever feel guilty if you were the reason their future proposals were squandered.

But Steve...He was everything you wanted. He was brave and strong. He stood up for what he believed in. He didn’t care for bullies. In fact, that was what drew you to him in the first place. You were younger, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, and snuck down to the kitchens for a midnight snack. One of the other servants hadn’t realized who you were and began to berate you for taking food. But Steve stepped in without hesitation, knocking the other servant back down a few pegs. Then, when the other servant was thoroughly shamed, Steve turned to you and offered to fix you anything you liked.

After that, you were always finding excuses to come down to the kitchens, to talk to Steve, to just see him one more time. For nearly a decade, you found excuses to see him again, telling yourself each time it was the last, that you would let him down gently so as to not break his heart down the road. But, every time you went, he pulled you back in. It was easy to fall in love with Steve. It felt as natural as breathing. And he loved you, too. Though you both knew it could never be, you would spend hours talking about a future where you could run away with him, go far away from the palace, and live a life where you two only needed each other and that was enough.

Those daydreams shattered, though, when you told him of your engagement.

“You’ve already said yes?” he asked. When you nodded, unable to meet his eyes, he said, “What, you couldn’t have asked to think about it? To talk to me first?”

“There is no thinking when you receive a proposal from the crown prince. If I asked to think on it, my father would have told James I said yes even if I didn’t. You know how he is. It wouldn’t have made any difference.”

Steve sniffed, looking like he was near tears but was trying his damned hardest to keep it together. “So, what does this mean for us?”

“The wedding is to take place before the end of the year. The King and Queen, they want the ceremony soon, as James’s coronation is to take place early next year. I’m to be spending more time at their palace, learning how to be a queen.” You looked up at him, trying to meet his eyes, but he only stared just beyond you. “I’m afraid I have to end whatever this is between us.”

“I must mean nothing to you then.”

“Steve, you know that’s not true. You mean everything to me. But, it’s not just my life that’s effected by all of this. I have my family to think of.”

“If I mean anything to you, you would runaway with me.”

“That’s a child’s dream, and you know it. If I runaway, my father will send his men after us. The King will send his men after us. I’ll be brought back, and you’ll be tried for kidnapping and, and treason. You’d be hung. They won’t care for the truth, they will only want punishment, discipline, consequences.”

“I’d rather be dead than live a life where I have to see you be with another man.”

“Don’t say that. Please, Steve, don’t say that,” you begged.

“Why? It’s true! Y/N, you know I am in love with you. Is that not enough?”

“You’re not listening. Of course it’s enough for me. If it was just me, I would have left a long time ago. But my sisters, my family, they would pay for my actions. And I couldn't live with myself if I ruined their lives.”

“So you’ll ruin mine.”

“I, I’m not trying. You can still be happy, you find love elsewhere. I want you to find love elsewhere.”

“I can’t love anyone after you.”

“And I can’t see you again after today. I have a future now, one that will take me from here.”

“This is it, then?” When you nodded, he let out a shuddering breath, then said, “Then I hope James breaks your heart the way you’re breaking mine.”

You didn’t see Steve after that. You were busy planning the wedding with the Queen. Taking on more responsibilities. Trying on dresses, figuring out floral arrangements, learning the ropes of being the future Queen. But all you could think about was the heartbroken look on Steve’s face when you left him alone in the kitchen and how you would give anything to turn back time, do things differently, even never beginning your relationship with him in the first place, if it meant that he would happy without you.

James was a welcomed distraction, though. He had truly amazed you. He was witty. Made you laugh. Brought you flowers and wrote you letters. Told you every time he saw you that he couldn’t wait to be your husband. He looked at you the same way Steve once looked at you. He was in love with you. And though you didn’t love him now, he was the man you were to marry and you would learn to love him eventually.

It had been a beautiful ceremony. It was what you had always dreamed of. The beautiful gown, the perfect music, the most exquisite decorations. It was everything you could have asked for. Except, perhaps, the perfect man.

“I always knew you would be the one I’d marry,” James confessed, spinning you ‘round the ballroom. “And now that I have, I don’t want to be anything but your devout husband.”

“You have a kingdom to run,” you reminded.

“I have many months before I take the throne. Until then, I will spend every waking moment proving to you that I am worthy of your love.”

“You don’t have to prove anything.”

“But I do,” he said. “I know that your heart belongs to another. I don’t know who he is, but he is the luckiest man in all the kingdom to have your love. But I am a selfish man, my dove, and I want that love for myself.”

“I don’t love anyone but you.”

And yet, you both knew it was a lie. You both knew that your heart hadn’t quite been into this, that you had been dazed and distracted, your mind millions and millions of miles away. You put on a good face, but anyone who got too close could see the cracks hiding just beneath the surface.

“You don’t have to lie to me, my dove. I will let you mourn your lost love for the rest of the evening but, when the night comes to an end, you will be mine,” he said. “I’ve been patient, I’ve been kind. But I can’t wait any longer. I can show you I’m worthy of your affection, but I can’t do that when you won’t give me the chance. And I’ll never get that chance while you long for another.”

“I can love you. And I will. I just...I got too wrapped up in a daydream.” You looked across the room, your eyes catching Steve’s as he carried a tray of drinks, his displeasure painted clearly on his face. “But it matters not. I’m yours now, every part of me. I promise.”

“And I promise you that you will never regret allowing me to have your heart.”

You looked away from Steve and turned your focus back on James. Huh, they had nearly identical blue eyes. Maybe if you stared into James’s eyes long enough, you could delude yourself into thinking that they were Steve’s. “Cross your heart?” you asked.

“And hope to die.”

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strawberry-jammers · 3 years

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child reader (Pt.4)

tommy x child!reader || whys he here??

someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5

masterlist

this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon

This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.

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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno.

(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.

On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.

“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room.

They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.”

(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.

“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”

Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.

On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed.

The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.

“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action.

“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.

They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.

Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”

Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.

Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly.

Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.

He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!"

Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more.

"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time.

Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?"

Ah shit he's onto us

Kill him

Haha he looks funny

Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try."

Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid.

"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?”

“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.

“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid.

Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”

Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food.

When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy.

“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.

The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.

The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house.

Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.

Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.

#tommyinnit x child reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #technoblade #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #x reader #child reader

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iamthemain-character · 3 years

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I think your requests are open? Sorry if i'm wrong though.

I'd love to see more Sir Leon x reader things here, headcanon or a fully story, just... mooooore Leon 😇

(also, please a happy ending, it can be angsty, i just dont want people to die or breakup or whatever 😉 thanks)

Hello love, yes! my requests are open :D I’m so glad you requested Leon, he is so incredibly underrated and deserves more love. <3 enjoy!

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Sir Leon x spouse! reader

Gender Neutral Pronouns

TW: arguments, slight angst, happy ending tho

requested by @notweirdgifted

All throughout Camelot, Y/n and Sir Leon were known as the perfect couple. They were made from the stuff of fairytales; they had found each other early in life and fell completely and totally in love. Not too long after Leon was knighted and given his fief, he asked Y/n to come and be his longtime companion. The couple’s wedding was simple yet beautiful, and there was never a love purer than the one the newly weds shared in their vows.

And for the longest time, they remained happy, an ever persistent marital glow hovering around their complexions. Leon went and served King Uther as head of the knights of Camelot, and Y/n remained at their home to ensure everything ran properly and was ready for their husband’s return. It was a happy compromise, and both found comfort in assisting the other with whatever problems arose from day to day. But overall, Leon and Y/n were happy to be married and to share their life together.

Eventually, however, the honeymoon phase faded, and things started to look bleak. King Uther died, leaving his son and Leon’s dear friend Arthur to reign in his stead. As both right-hand-man to the king and longtime friend, Leon felt and increase in pressure to be there for him. Hours blended into days, days into weeks, and soon Y/n found themself alone at the dinner table and in bed at night.

At first it wasn’t a problem, Leon had had to leave for periods of time before, but after a while it felt like Y/n’s husband had permanently moved to the castle. Their home wasn’t far, for it wouldn’t do in case of emergency, yet Leon never stopped by the house. Yet for Leon, there was no time; ever since Arthur’s coronation, it felt like there were three times the amount of threats to Camelot, and it was his sworn duty to protect his people. Day and night he patrolled the castle, only stopping to sleep and eat when necessary. All other thoughts or concerns left his mind entirely, the task at hand consuming him.

Hurt and angry, Y/n also became preoccupied with work. The fields that Leon’s servants tended to were ready to harvest, and with how bountiful the harvest was this particular year the servants would need help. Y/n joined in with them, spending long hours with the sun bearing down on their back as the collected the harvest. Sorting and storing the bounty was no small task, and so aside from having fake arguments in their head, Y/n tried not to think of their absent husband.

The conflict did not last forever, however. Soon a temporary peace was restored in Camelot and Leon was free to return to his home and spouse. He was tired and ready to hold them in his arms again, and every moment seemed all to long for him. Little did he know that his expectations were a little misconstrued.

Y/n was finishing the last of the harvest in the field when a young boy servant ran up to them. “ Lord/Lady/Sovereign Y/n!”

They stood and stretched their aching arms while facing the messenger. “What is it?”

“Sir Leon is returning home!”

Y/n’s face twisted into a grimace, their husband’s name a painful reminder of how he had seemingly abandoned them without cause. Still, trying to be a good spouse, they sent the messenger boy away and went up to the house to clean up and prepare to greet Leon. Y/n opened their chest and drawers in their bedroom, trying to find something appropriate for the occasion.

All of the sudden, a pair of arms wrapped around Y/n from behind; they knew exactly who it was, but they stiffened up and did not return or encourage the contact. Leon, noticed this and let go, coming around to try and make eye contact.

“My love?”

“Good to see you haven’t totally forgotten us Leon.”

Y/n turned away from their husband and tried to make themselves busy picking up things and trying to tidy the already fairly clean room.

“I beg pardon?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t been gone for months. I’m surprised you even came back at all!” Suddenly all the anger and hurt from the past couple months came like a waterfall out of Y/n, spouting out of their mouth in a rush.

Leon was obviously a little confused and a tad bit offended. He had spent months of sleepless nights trying to protect his king, his people, his love, and yet here they were acting as if he had scorned them. “I know I was gone for a long time Y/n but I never abandoned you! I had very important things to attend to, and you seemed to do alright here at home.”

Y/n’s breathing became more uneven as they tried to get a grip. Leon just couldn’t see it could he, and it didn’t even seem like he was trying. “Important things? Am I not important? I’ve always tried to support you in your knighthood Leon but you never wrote a single letter! You never sent any message or any sign of caring, you were in Camelot and I was here and for I know you could’ve been dead!”

Y/n’s voice cracked at the word “dead” and suddenly they broke down. Knelt against the cold flooring with their face in their hands, they sobbed. For months loneliness and fear had claimed their heart, and now all of it was coming out. After all, Y/n wasn’t really mad at their husband, they just hadn’t been alone since the beginning of their marriage and they had missed Leon terribly. They just didn’t know how to say it, so they convinced themself they were angry instead.

Carefully Leon walked over to his spouse and sat next to them on the floor. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled them against his chest, holding Y/n tightly and letting them cry. He stroked their hair, softly swaying back and forth to try and calm them. “Oh my love, I am so sorry.”

Y/n lifted their red and puffy face to look at Leon. “No, it’s-it’s me who should be apologizing.”

Carefully the knight took his spouse’s face in his hands and wiped away their tears. “No, my dearest Y/n, you were right. I had such complete trust in you that I never thought how much it must’ve hurt you that I didn’t write. But I swear to you, I thought of you and missed you ever moment, and I promised myself I would come back to you. I’m just sorry I never communicated that.”

Y/n reached up and ran their hand through Leon’s curls, slowly coming to the end and tracing his jawline. “You are forgiven. And I’m sorry I had such an outburst, you’ve been protecting Arthur and us for so long, and I am grateful.”

He didn’t say anything, instead opting to place a gentle kiss on Y/n’s forehead. He then moved to their nose, each cheek, and so on and so forth until Leon was peppering them with kisses all over their face. This never failed to make Y/n laugh, and he was not disappointed. Laughing together, Leon gave his spouse one last kiss and then got up and pulled them onto the bed with him. Laying down, he pulled Y/n down next to him and tucked them against his body.

Both Leon and Y/n felt peace and warmth flood their bodies as they laid there wrap up in each other. To finally have and hold the one they loved most after such a long time apart and such a big conflict felt incredible, and neither wanted to let go. Both Leon and Y/n knew that eventually the duties of the day would catch up with them, but for now they enjoyed each other’s company, silently vowing to stay by the others side forever and ever more.

#bbc merlin #leon #sir leon #leon x reader #sir leon x reader #merlin #angst #fluff #angst to fluff #angst to comfort

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Luminary Love

Prince!Din Djarin x F!Princess!Reader

🤍Masterlist🤍

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut (F receiving, PiV, Breeding kink)

Summary: Tonight is your (unwanted) wedding to the soon-to-be King of Mandalore, but is there more to him than meets the eye?

Word Count: 3,100+

A/N: I’ve had this idea for several days now and I just needed to write it. Don’t worry tho bc the next ch. of biblichor will b out soon. Enjoy some Din content!🤍

All night long, you received congratulations and cheers. Thousands, billions of people would kill to be in your position, but you dreaded this more than anything. You never wanted to marry the soon-to-be king of Mandalore, but the Royal administration never gave you an option. Throughout the fantastical wedding, you repeatedly reminded yourself it was for your people - they are the ones who will prosper from this. Thankfully, his creed forbade him from removing his helmet in front of others, therefore you weren’t allowed to kiss him. The only time you had to touch him during the ceremony was when you held hands. Even then, his mastiff-leather gloves create a barrier from any real contact.

After the ceremony, you avoided your new husband as best you could. When it was time to put on a show, you had forced yourself to put on the royal smile you had been practicing. When eating, you sat as far away as possible from him but not far enough to worry the royal administrations that watched you two tentatively. The times you were called to waltz, you performed what you had been learning for months but never made eye contact with him. After a few dances, the royals watching had joined in and forgotten about you, giving you the perfect chance to escape.

You spent your time talking with other royalty, expressing your worries and concerns to Princess Mary of Ryloth. Unlike you, she was happily married, but it was her 3rd time. The first two suitors weren’t ‘good enough’ for her, so she became the royal’s biggest scandal and ignored her administration to marry for love. Luckily her experience with terrible lovers led to wonderful tips and tricks that she gladly gave you for your wedding night. You knew she was telling you these things to help, but in reality, it only made you feel worse about your new life.

“Djarin, my oldest friend, how are you enjoying your wedding?” General Paz said with a heavy pat to Din’s pauldron.

“It’s… grand.” Din sounded unconvinced by his own words.

“Grand? Is that all you have to say?”

“Well, everything appears wonderful, but my wife won’t speak nor look at me.”

“Have you attempted to talk to her?”

“Of course!” Din and Paz turn to watch you talk to Princess Mary. “She never responds, though.”

The uncomfortable feeling of Din’s stare props you to turn around. The blue and silver beskar statues jump when you catch them and quickly turn back to avoid any further embarrassment.

“I haven’t seen her in years, but she has grown to be quite beautiful, you must admit.” Paz shrugs.

“I know, it’s one of the many reasons I married her. I just… wish she’d give me a chance.”

“Well, she better. I overheard that the administration is already seething that you two haven’t gone back to your honeymoon suite.”

Din rolls his eyes under his helmet. “I don’t care about them. They shouldn’t have a say in my marriage.”

“Good luck arguing that. You know they expect an heir to be conceived tonight.”

“I already have Grogu. Is he not enough?”

“Nothing is enough for them, my friend.” Paz pats Din’s back reassuringly. “Just be kind to the poor girl. I’m sure she isn’t pleased with all of this.” He gestures to the grand chandeliers and dramatic towers of cake and food.

Din sighs as he fiddles with the edge of his cape. “Alright. I should probably go fetch her before the Administration creates any more drama.”

“Good luck, your majesty.” Paz bows as Din walks your way.

Din let’s go of his cape before wiping his armor of any lingering bits of dust and dirt, wanting to be as presentable as possible for you. When Din arrives behind you, he clears his throat and bows.

“My Princess, it is time for us to leave for the Honeymoon Suite.”

Without a word, you give him a nod and take his arm. The guests cheer and whisper as you and your husband make your way out of the ballroom. You could hear Royal Administers whisper their concerns regarding your fertility or your performance in bed. It was dehumanizing, to say the least. You fought for justice and equality on Naboo, but this was not the way on Mandalore. Your new role would be diminished to a supporting queen who would raise the future heirs. Meanwhile, the other women of Mandalore were busy serving valiantly in wars. This was the way. Mandalore was born out of extremists, and you had to embrace the consequences.

Din hated the whispers. If he were king, he would have lashed out long ago, but the coronation isn’t for another few days. You didn’t deserve to be treated as an object. Din saw you to be the goddess that would help lead his people into prosperity and the gorgeous woman who may one day graciously birth his children. Such slander against someone so perfect made Din rage under his helmet. A few more days. Din would remind himself.

The Suite reflected Mandalore: grand and majestic. Silver swirls of beskar outlined the stained glass windows that watched over Mandalore. The bed was larger than any other you had seen before. It looked cozy; a complete contrast to the large and uncomfortable dress you’ve been wearing all day. You walked over to touch the silk-like blankets and sighed at its softness.

Din watched you with interest - mesmerized by the way the roaring fireplace creates a golden glow on your features. “Wife?”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you look at me?” The flicker of sadness in his voice took you by surprise. You weren’t sure if Mandalorians could feel emotions underneath the layers of cold beskar. “Do I… scare you?”

You turn to look at him, your nerves shining through by the twiddling of your thumbs. “I… I don't know.”

“What is wrong, my dear princess? I want to fix this. I don't want to start our marriage off on the wrong foot.” You sit down on the luxurious bed, your eyes now watching as you fiddle with your dress. Din walks towards you, taking a knee to be at eye level with you. “I understand this isn't what you wanted. I heard whispers that it took the maids an hour to get you off your ship. That you fought off any guard that laid a hand on you.” Din chuckled at the image he had created in his head. “But then the fighting stopped… why?” You couldn't find it within yourself to respond. “Won’t you please entertain my curiosity?”

You sighed and looked up into the dark visor. “I realized I was being selfish. I had forgotten that marriage among the royals was for the people… not for love.”

“You do not love me?”

“We barely know each other, your majesty.”

“What are you speaking of? We used to be best friends.”

You scoffed at Din. “We were children, your majesty. You were just a servant boy in the palace back then, but times have changed, haven't they, your majesty.”

“Please refrain from calling me ‘your majesty.’ I thought we were beyond that.” Din groaned, annoyed by the ridiculous title.

“Din, you're to become the Mandalore - the king - in a few days' time. I understand the rules - I understand why you had to marry me.”

“What? So that I could officially hold the title as king? I don't care about a stupid title - the administration does.”

“Then why marry me? There are millions of royals lined up to marry the Mandalore, but why choose me, Din? Why?” You started getting hysterical at it all. Your life's work had come to a halt just so that Din could be crowned king. It was disgusting and unfair.

“As an orphan-servant boy, the days your family visited were the best days of my life. Your parents always treated me like their own - the complete opposite of how the Kryze family did. I meant it when I said you were my best friend. You were the only person who could beat Paz and me in a fight. The only person who would sneak out of the palace to play in the garden at night with me. When your parents… passed and you stopped visiting me… It crushed me. I never stopped thinking about you, my princess.”

You could hear the build-up of tears in Din’s throat, but he wasn't the only one. You too had tears in your eyes, remembering the once pure and innocent life you had. You bring your hand up to din's helmet, holding where his cheek would be.

“Do you remember that last night?”

“Of course I do. It was a cold night in the rose garden. I gave you my coat since you had insisted you didn't need your shall.” Din smiled and chuckled at the memory.

“I... I never saw your lips, but I had never felt such pure joy than the moment they molded against mine.”

Din leans his head forward to rest your foreheads together. Underneath, he continued to beam. It had been so long since he had felt such love - such love that could only be created by you.

“My princess, I never stopped loving you. Even as we grew up and apart, I would watch the holovids that spoke about you, and all the wonderful things you were doing for your people. It was the only thing that kept me going through those torturous years apart from you. I love you.”

Din’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you too, Din.”

“My wife?”

“Yes, my husband?”

“Will you take this ridiculous helmet off of me so that I may kiss you and make love to you?”

Your glowing smile melts Din’s heart. Your hand reaches up to slowly slide off the silver beskar helmet that covered those features you dreamt of. An audible gasp escapes past your lips when Din’s lips appear. It took everything in you to not pounce on him and cover him in kisses, but you maintain your composure. His nose was strong and beautiful, and his cheeks… oh, how you wanted to leave lipstick stains on them. Then were his perfect eyes. Those chocolate eyes that expressed an amount of love you'd never completely fathom in your life.

“You're stunning, Din.” Din’s heart flutters at your words. The only compliment he's ever received was about his combat skills and valor. He's never been complimented on his looks before.

“I’d never compare to my gorgeous wife.”

Din takes your face into his palms and slowly pulls you in for a kiss. The moment your lips touch, you feel fireworks exploding all around you. The glowing lights flash behind your eyelids as you mold your lips together. The tickle of his mustache causes you to giggle into the kiss, which Din finds to be enchanting. One of Din's hands leaves your face to grip your torso, massaging and kneading your skin.

“I love you.” He murmurs into the kiss. “I love you more than the moons and stars.”

As the kisses become more intense, so does your lust for one another. Din’s hands undo the strings of your wedding dress as you shed his armor off - lips never leaving each other. Once you two were completely naked, Din had you crawl to the center of the bed.

“Now, lay back, my love. I want to show you how much I love and miss you.” You follow his instructions and rest your head on the large cloud-like pillows.

Din crawls between your legs, taking one into his hand. Starting from your ankle, he works his way down, leaving a trail of sloppy yet delicate kisses. He takes his time at your inner thigh, sucking and licking at your skin to make you emit whimpers.

“D-Din, please don't tease me.”

“Hush, now. Let me take my time loving you.” And he does. He spends his time worshiping your body - kissing and sucking the skin around your lips while his hand massages your breasts. Suddenly, Din dives into your sopping wet cunt, immediately sucking and licking your swollen clit. You let out a loud gasp followed by a moan, making Din’s cock bounce up in excitement.

Your noises sound like music - the most angelic music he's ever heard in his life. Each moan and whimper you let out only addicted him more. Din wraps his hands around your waist and sits back, lifting your hips from the bed and to his mouth. You grip the blankets with a scream as Din explores further into your pussy. The animalistic grunts and growls he lets out only make you wetter.

“Come on, Princess. Cum. Cum all over my face. I need it.” And just like that, you let out a scream as you convulse around his tongue. Din slowly lowers you back onto the bed as he licks up your dripping cum. “You're sweeter than a meiloorun, darling. I've never tasted anything so divine. I’d love to stay between your legs forever and drink your cum until the day I die, but I wanna put a baby in you too badly to do so.” You let out a whimper at his filthy words. “Can I, darling? Will you let me fuck a baby into you?”

“Wait, we're not done?” You ask through pants.

“Not done? We’ll be done when the sun wakes up. Even then, I'm not sure if we'll ever be done. Why?”

“The other princesses said it would only be a minute of discomfort, and it’ll be over.

Din tsks and shakes his head, pressing a few kisses to your clit. “Oh, my darling. I'm not like those other royals. I care about my wife’s pleasure, and you…” Din presses more kisses to your overstimulated heat. “Are nowhere near done with your, please. So, I'll ask you again. Are you ready for me to fuck a baby into you with my thick, hard cock?”

“Stars, yes! Please, Din!” You hated how completely and utterly desperate you sounded, but you were completely and utterly desperate for Din to fuck you.

Din crawls up to meet your half-lidded eyes, drooping with lust. He places soft kisses on your cheeks before pressing one to your lips. “Are you ready for me, Princess?”

“Yes, my husband.”

Din grabs his cock, lining it up with your entrance. With a loud moan, he enters your sopping wet pussy.

“Oh, you're so wet! Ungh… Stars, you're so tight too!” Din’s thrusts speed up to a steady pace, your moans echoing through the room along with the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies pounding together. “From this day forward, y-your. Pussy. Belongs. To. Me.” Din emphasizes his words with his cock hitting against your g-spot.

“O-Only i-if your cock b-belongs - Oh yes, Din - To me.”

Din chuckles through his labored breaths. “Of course, my love. My cock is forever yours to do what you please with. I don't care what time- ugnh- or what p-place. It's yours.” You lean up to capture din’s parted lips, swallowing his beautiful moans. The knot in your stomach starts to tighten. Desperate for your release, you buck your hips back into Din. “Yes, take my cock. It's yours. All yours.” Din takes your legs, pushing them to your chest. Both of you let out a series of loud moans at the deeper feeling.

“Oh, Din! I'm going to cum if you keep doing that!”

“Ugh, I can see the galaxy when I'm inside you! Can you feel that, my love?”

“Yes, I-I can feel your throbbing cock!” You throw your head back at the euphoric feeling. Your exposed neck allows Din to swoop down and suck marks onto it.

“Th-That's me, claiming what's mine. You're all mine, my princess.” Din’s thrusts speed up, desperate and ready for you to cum. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud grunt that made you clench even tighter. “I'm gonna cum. I'm going to give you a baby - our baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Din! I love y-you!” You scream out a slew of ‘i love yous’ and clench tightly around Din’s swollen cock. Your orgasm and words of love cause Din to cum, sending spurts of his cum into your womb, where your future child would soon grow.

Din collapses on you which you gladly accept. You wrap your arms around his neck and place kisses on the crown of his head. Both of you stay like that for a while, basking in pure love. Once your breaths are back to normal, Din slowly pulls out of you to lay on the bed beside you. He pulls you closer to him so that no space lingered and adjusted the blankets to create a cocoon of comfort around you two.

You smile as you listen to his heartbeat against his chest. Din’s index finger presses to the underside of your chin, adjusting your eyes to look into his.

“Are you okay, my love?”

You nod lazily, completely worn out. “You know, having a husband isn't so bad after all.” Din lets out a hearty laugh before leaning down to kiss you.

“Yeah, having a wife isn't so bad either.” Din smirks at you, causing you to shy away in embarrassment and return your attention to his chest. Your fingers trace shapes and words onto his chest until you stop. A mark on Din’s torso prompts you to inspect it. “What are your curious fingers doing, my love?”

“What is this?” You ask as your finger traces the mark.

“It’s just a scar, dearest.”

“A scar?” You look back at Din with worry in your eyes.

“Oh, don't worry, my love. I've collected so many over the years, I've become immune to them. That one was either from when I fought Bo-Katan or when I fought a mudhorn to save my son.”

“Goodness.... I've missed so much of your life.” Your face droops with sadness, but Din is quick to relieve your worries.

“Now, it's nothing to be upset over. Yes, we've missed a lot, but that means we can spend the rest of our lives catching up and making new memories. Plus, you can meet my son tomorrow.”

You smile and press a chaste kiss to Din’s lips. “I’d love that.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, but this one wasn't so innocent.

“Did I not satisfy you, my love?” Din chuckles into the kiss. You climb on top of him and shake your head. “Oh, does my princess want more?”

You give Din a mischievous grin and shrug.

Din smirks before leaning in to kiss you. “Well, who am I to deny my wife of her wishes?”

A/N: Idk who from my Javier Peña taglist wants to be on this one, but those who are interested in being added to a Din Djarin taglist or a perminante taglist, please let me know.🤍 Can’t wait to hear what you all think!

#luminary love #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fluff #din djarin angst #pedro pascal x reader

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