#Monsters in our Midst

[hellsitegenetics]

Blast the Book of Genesis, Chapter 1 from the Bible so we can finally know what was the first creature God created.

[1:1] In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth,

[1:2] the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters.

[1:3] Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light.

[1:4] And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness.

[1:5] God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

[1:6] And God said, "Let there be a dome in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters."

[1:7] So God made the dome and separated the waters that were under the dome from the waters that were above the dome. And it was so.

[1:8] God called the dome Sky. And there was evening and there was morning, the second day.

[1:9] And God said, "Let the waters under the sky be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear." And it was so.

[1:10] God called the dry land Earth, and the waters that were gathered together he called Seas. And God saw that it was good.

[1:11] Then God said, "Let the earth put forth vegetation: plants yielding seed, and fruit trees of every kind on earth that bear fruit with the seed in it." And it was so.

[1:12] The earth brought forth vegetation: plants yielding seed of every kind, and trees of every kind bearing fruit with the seed in it. And God saw that it was good.

[1:13] And there was evening and there was morning, the third day.

[1:14] And God said, "Let there be lights in the dome of the sky to separate the day from the night; and let them be for signs and for seasons and for days and years,

[1:15] and let them be lights in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth." And it was so.

[1:16] God made the two great lights - the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night - and the stars.

[1:17] God set them in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth,

[1:18] to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good.

[1:19] And there was evening and there was morning, the fourth day.

[1:20] And God said, "Let the waters bring forth swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the dome of the sky."

[1:21] So God created the great sea monsters and every living creature that moves, of every kind, with which the waters swarm, and every winged bird of every kind. And God saw that it was good.

[1:22] God blessed them, saying, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth."

[1:23] And there was evening and there was morning, the fifth day.

[1:24] And God said, "Let the earth bring forth living creatures of every kind: cattle and creeping things and wild animals of the earth of every kind." And it was so.

[1:25] God made the wild animals of the earth of every kind, and the cattle of every kind, and everything that creeps upon the ground of every kind. And God saw that it was good.

[1:26] Then God said, "Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth."

[1:27] So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

[1:28] God blessed them, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth."

[1:29] God said, "See, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit; you shall have them for food.

[1:30] And to every beast of the earth, and to every bird of the air, and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food." And it was so.

[1:31] God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

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Closest match: Naumovozyma dairenensis CBS 421 chromosome 11, complete genome Common name: Budding yeast

(I could not find an image of this organism, so here is an image of Naumovozyma castellii instead.)

#tumblr genetics #genetics #asks #requests #sent to me #christianity #yeast #long post #such a massive post for absolutely no payoff LMAO

[kazenomegaminowanpisu]

Hiya!

I saw your request being open so I thought of a cute Sfw scenario. May I perhaps have our favorite Monster trio and Katakuri (if you don't write for him, you can simply leave him) with an s/o that hugs and cuddle them in their sleep? Like they can only fall asleep if they hug something or someone, being completly at peace? Like the boys wake up and see them hugging ? Oh this would be adorable 🥰🥰

Also! Take Breaks, stay positive and have a wonderful dan/night

Op Boys When Their s/o hugs them while their asleep

Warning:SFW, Fluff

Feat:Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Katakuri

Last post for this week

Luffy

As the Straw Hat Pirates sailed across the open ocean, Luffy found himself dozing off underneath the bright sun. His bountiful energy had finally depleted, and he succumbed to a deep slumber. His straw hat tilted slightly over his face, Luffy dreamed of grand adventures and endless treasures.

In the midst of his dreams, he felt warmth encompassing his body. Luffy's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting the sight of his beloved snuggled against him. you're arms wrapped securely around his waist, drawing him into a tight embrace. A content smile formed on his face as he realized the affectionate gesture, feeling a sense of comfort and love radiating from his you. With a soft sigh, he settled back into slumber, grateful for you're presence by his side.

Sanji

On the Thousand Sunny, the aroma of delicious cuisine wafted through the air, a testament to Sanji's culinary skills. After an exhausting day in the kitchen, Sanji retired to his quarters, seeking respite in a peaceful sleep. Tucked under the covers, he surrendered himself to the realm of dreams.

In the depths of his sleep, Sanji slowly became aware of the feeling of being held. He cracked open his eyes to behold the sight of his lover cuddling against him, you're head nestled on his chest. Overwhelmed with tenderness, he gently caressed your hair, a loving smile gracing his face. The warmth of your touch filled his heart, reminding him of the deep bond they shared. With a sense of serenity, he closed his eyes, cherishing the intimate moment, and drifted back into a blissful slumber.

Zoro

Training tirelessly to master his swordsmanship, Zoro often found himself exhausted but determined to push through his limits. Seeking rest, he settled down on the grassy shores of a secluded island, his swords carefully placed nearby. The peaceful surroundings quickly lulled him into a much-needed sleep.

Within his dream, Zoro felt a gentle weight against his side, and as he stirred, he discovered his lover curled up beside him. legs intertwined, you're calm breathing synced in harmony. A soft smile crept onto his face, appreciating the unspoken support and love. With a mumbled word of gratitude, he pulled you closer, his protective nature instinctively asserting itself. Their presence eased his troubled mind and allowed him to embrace a tranquil sleep, knowing he was cherished.

Katakuri

Within the vast corridors of the Big Mom Pirates' territory, Katakuri found solace in his private chamber. This enigmatic man, known for his strength and resilience, sought respite from his responsibilities and let himself unwind. As he lay down on his oversized bed, his thoughts gradually drifted away into the realm of dreams.

In the midst of his slumber, Katakuri stirred, sensing the presence of his sweet lover beside him. You're arms instinctively enveloped his broad frame, pulling him into an affectionate cuddle. Despite his reputation as a fearsome pirate, the tenderness he felt in that moment warmed his heart. A rare smile emerged on his lips as he relished in the supportive embrace, finding solace in the vulnerability of the situation. With newfound peace, he surrendered to the tranquil night, secure in the knowledge that he was cared for deeply.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece scenarios #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #Luffy x reader #one piece x s/o #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #Katakuri x reader #kazenomegaminowanpisu #hannaemeraldwhitedragon #one piece canons #writing #anime

[superdillin]

It is Armenian Genocide Remembrance Day

And I have some big feelings, as a part of the diaspora. Remembrance Day is an inappropriate title for a time in which Armenians still face genocidal forces. Just last year, Azerbaijan, armed by Turkey, ethnically cleansed over 280,000 Armenians from Artsakh. The illegal colonizer state of Israel, currently in the midst of their 6+ month-long genocide against the Palestinians, has placed the Armenians who call Jerusalem home under threat and siege.

The Armenian struggle and the Palestinian struggle are deeply linked.

In his rise to power, Hitler is quoted to justify his actions against the Jewish, Roma, Queer, Disabled, and other victims of the Holocaust, to say "Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?"

Echoing these chilling words, Palestinian poet Najwan Darwish wrote:

Who Remembers the Armenians? I remember them and I ride the nightmare bus with them each night and my coffee, this morning I'm drinking it with them You, murderer - Who remembers you?

The trauma sustained during a genocide is not limited to the people experiencing it right now. The echoes of that trauma leak forward into the next generations, passed down through survival, and that is so insidious. My grandmother got to live, but did so believing that her parents did not love her, because the trauma they endured prevented them from expressing it. Abuse and unhealthy attachment were passed down because that starving hunger for love and acceptance was passed down. It is so deeply cruel and unfair that our oppressors get to reach through time and hurt our children's children.

We need to band together and stop the present-day abusers, the genocidal monsters that oppress the people of Palestine, Armenia, Congo, and so many others.

We need to uplift art made by those who survived, and by those who are surviving. Art is always targeted by the oppressor to erase cultural identity, to destroy legacy, and to break spirits. Support Palestinian and Armenian poets, and artists, and writers.

If you are one of the many who never learned about the Armenian Genocide, learn today. Ask yourself why people worked so hard not to educate you on this piece of history.

#armenian genocide #armenian genocide remembrance day #najwan darwish #armenia #artsakh

[starflirts]

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU (HOW YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I TURN TO)

in which you and percy must navigate the intricacy of love and glory in the midst of terror percy jackson x ares! reader, wc: 1.8k, warning: violence, description of wounds/blood, note: thank you so much for requesting!!! and yes, i picked the quest members randomly SUE ME

Percy was busy this summer. On top of his daily activities at camp, the Oracle had bestowed on him a particularly tedious quest which he eagerly accepted, not one to miss out on adventure. But the last few days have been tough for everyone. The quest Percy and his friends had taken on proved to be way more demanding than expected and monsters seemed to constantly appear out of nowhere. Looking over his shoulder to ensure everyone was okay, he noticed you trailing behind Annabeth and Thalia, backpack slung over your shoulder. Even with tired eyes and a couple of cuts on your face, you were the prettiest being he’d ever seen.

“I think we can stop here for the night,” his voice cuts into the silence of the early evening. “we’re not far off our destination and if Thalia's mapping is correct we might be a few days early. That’s great news !” 

The rest of the group nodded, each setting down their bags and stretching. “Thalia and I are gonna settle here, call us if you guys need anything.” Annabeth said, to which Percy acquiesced.

As soon as they moved off, Percy's gaze turned to you, sitting on a rock with your backpack on your knees, looking away.  

“Hey angel,” he approached you, one hand brushing your arm before settling himself by your side. “How are you holding up ?”

Looking at him for a brief second, you shrugged, opting to play with your dagger, a gift from your father, the infamous god of war. 

Taking your silence for an invitation to continue, Percy adds: “I can’t believe we made it this far so quickly you know ? Everything is going smoothly and if we get back to camp this early Chiron might see us fit for another outing !” 

His words feel like pit scorpion stingers and you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. That's when he notices how taut your shoulders are. He frowns, attempting to meet your eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong ?” he tentatively rubs your back. “Do you need anything ? I might have a few snacks Grover packed before we left..”

The mention of your friend back at camp half-blood makes your stomach clench. You miss Grover, you miss camp. Hades, Mr D’s stupid shirts are even starting to grow on you. This quest seemed to go on forever and you wished Percy wouldn’t be so stubborn about it. Putting your stuff away you sigh, looking up towards the stars slowly coming out of hiding. “I don’t need anything Percy.” you answer dryly. 

You can see him from the corner of your eye, looking at you skeptically. “Is this because we’re still on the road ? You know the worst is over, I think we’re in the clear about monsters and all… And then, if everything goes exactly as planned we’ll be back at camp in a couple of days.”

You press the heel of your hands against your eyes, as if his voice was enough to give you a headache. “I don’t care, Percy. I don’t wanna know about that stupid plan or those stupid monsters. The quest is the only thing that has been coming out of your mouth ever since Chiron told you to go talk to the Oracle. Even when we’re at camp you only seem to care about going away !” you finally snap, staring at him crossly. 

Percy’s confused, you can see it in the way his brows furrow. “Listen, it’s- it’s important, okay ? These quests, these prophecies, they’re vital if you want to prove yourself, to grow stronger ! How do you think we’d be doing in the real world without this ?”

You sigh, toying with your bracelet, a gift your boyfriend had given you last summer. “That’s not what I meant Percy ! You’re just so… You give your all to all of this and I understand, I admire you for that ! But it sucks to see you risk everything so often, to see you come back all hurt and bruised.” 

“Would you like it better if I stayed at camp and did nothing then ?” it’s his turn to get upset, arms crossed as he stares at you. 

“No ! Of course not ! I just wished you knew how to take care of yourself and others at the same time ! You’re all up in your head sometimes, barely acknowledging me, or anyone else for that matter !” you let out an annoyed laugh. 

“Oh so you’re mad because we can’t hang out like we used to ? Come on, you know how serious that is ! Of course I care about you but this is important too !”

You scoff, turning away from the boy. “Glory is important to you, I get it ! It’s what runs in your blood. But why can’t you see how it affects others, me ?”   

Percy runs a hand in his hair, obviously distressed. He calls out your name, a hint of dejection in his voice. “I think the journey has taken a toll on you. We should talk about it, about us ! You don’t mean that.” he reaches out but you step away. “Yeah, right. Is there even an us right now ? Maybe I’m just a hindrance. You’d definitely do greater things without me pestering you” you breathe out, angrily wiping your eyes. 

Your words slice his heart and you can see a twinge of sadness in his eyes. “Come on–”

He barely has time to finish this sentence when Annabeth yells from behind: “Watch out !” Briskly turning around, the boy is faced with two enormous hellhounds. Drawing out his beloved Riptide, Percy slashes the air, attempting to get the monsters to back off. When the two creatures jump forward instead, Percy’s mind goes blank. He can only think about everyone’s survival. In his line of vision, he can see Annabeth and Thalia actively defending themselves. But he can’t see nor hear you and that’s enough to make his heart beat ten times quicker. He can’t afford to diverge his attention right now but he knows you, he knows you can put up a fight. You’re not the pride of Ares’ cabin for nothing after all. 

One down, Percy thinks as his sword pierces through the monster’s fur. Brushing off the dust sticking to his face with bloodied knuckles, he turns around in horror as he hears a bloodcurdling scream. Your scream. His feet drive him to you as fast as they can, only to find you wrestling with the remaining hellhound on the ground, its fangs sinking into your flesh. 

Percy sees red. He lunges at the creature, weapon raised. Within a few minutes, what remains of the monster is the flickering black dust disappearing in the moonlight. Out of breath, Percy rushes to your side when he notices you’re not getting up. 

“Hey hey ! It’s over, you’re- you're okay.” His hands on your shoulders, “C’mon, we gotta get you up.” He tries to get you in a seating position but the whimper you let out makes his heart clench. You grab his shoulder with a shaky hand, throat prickling as you attempt to tell him something. 

“Hurts Percy…it hurts…” and that’s when he notices the gash on your lower stomach, shirt ripped to shreds and blood dripping down. A wave of nausea hits him but he holds on, applying pressure on your wound. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re- we’re gonna get you back to camp, we’re gonna help you. Just… Just talk to me yn, don’t close your eyes.” Percy’s hands shake as he tries to keep you conscious while Thalia and Annabeth fumble around him with a makeshift stretcher. 

Even now, Percy is still amazed at how fast they all ran back to camp, guilt plaguing his mind as Chiron and a couple of dryads took your inert body and carried you to the infirmary. 

The next few days are awful. Percy’s at the edge of your bed night and day, feeding you nectar and ambrosia, dabbing the sweat off your forehead when you strike up a fever, helplessly watching a kid from the Apollo cabin change your bandages. When you finally come out, he’s sat at the edge of your bed, head in his hands. 

The sun peaking out from the closed curtains is still too bright when you open your eyes. You frown, slowly raising your arm to cover them. The rustling of sheets has Percy whipping his head in your direction and even in your daze, you can see his shoulders sag with relief.

“Hey…” he says softly. 

“Wha– what happened ?” you speak out, voice husky.  

He’s sitting next to you within seconds, hand gently holding yours. You can see he’s trying really hard to find the right words, to tell you exactly how his nightmare played out. “We…We were on the way back to camp after our quest. We were all exhausted and- and we fought… I’m so sorry yn,” he pauses, voice shaky. “We didn’t have time to talk things through… Two hellhounds appeared out of nowhere and by the time I turned to look for you I– I  saw you on the ground. You were fighting the monster but he got you really bad and when he was gone I wanted to see if you were okay and– and you weren’t.. There was so much blood and you were in so much pain and–”

You squeeze his hand twice, cutting him off. He looks at you and this time you can clearly see the tears forming at his lash line. 

“It’s okay Percy,” you smile weakly, thumb drawing circles on his skin. “We made it, you made it.”

He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a few seconds. “No, no it’s not. I was terrified when we brought you here. I was mad at myself for fighting with you and I was so, so scared to lose you. I kept repeating our last interaction in my head and thinking that those words might’ve been our last made me realize how stupid I am for not noticing how I hurt you. You’re right. I get too much in my head. And… I can’t do anything when I’m not with you. I know this might sound silly but I need you with me all the time.”

You let out a small chuckle. “It’s fine Percy. I am partially to blame too y’know… I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I– I didn’t mean what I said. Of course there’s still an us. I guess I got too much in my head too.” you smile at him sheepishly. “And I hope you know I wouldn’t deal so nicely with any of this demigod bullshit if you weren’t by my side all the time.” you add with a mischievous smirk and Percy’s heart swells. 

Resting his forehead against yours, his hands are on your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. “We’ll be alright angel. We’ll always be alright as long as we’re together.”

#percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson imagine #pjo imagine #pjo x reader #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson angst #pjo fluff #pjo angst #percy jackson fic

[greatstormcat]

Of Wolf And Man - The Blood Moon

PolyTF141 x f!reader

Series Masterlist

TW: MDNI 18+, monster fucking, period sex and discussion of periods, masturbation, p in v

You were warm, too warm, sweat prickling along your back and making it stick to the bed sheet below you. Spending the night with the Pack was becoming a more regular event now, but you still made sure you returned to the cottage and your own space more often than not. Last night it had been raining, drops flying through the trees almost sideways, and there was no point in getting soaked and muddy, so you’d happily stayed put. The pack share a single, huge sleep platform that was made by Price’s hands years ago. Being nestled in the midst of their bodies was a little overwhelming to start with, but it was now the most comforting thing you could imagine. It was also interesting when anyone was feeling a little amorous, that feeling usually spilling over to the others without fail. A dozing pile of semiconscious werewolves becoming a mound of caressing hands and hungry lips was an unearthly experience.

Now, though, you were too hot to stand the close contact, and a deep, creeping discomfort in your lower abdomen suggestd why. You sneak quietly to the bathroom, trying hard not to rouse the others, and confirm your theory with a quick swipe of tissue. Your period. As quietly as you can you pull on your jeans, stuffing your underwear with a wad of tissue from the bathroom, fumbling with your bra over your sore breasts and cursing as a cramp digs its fingers into you making you drop your boots. You pull your top on and pick up your bag, planning to head back to the cottage and get some supplies before coming back. The idea of cuddling with them through this is highly appealing, but bleeding all over your clothes and their furniture isn’t. You’ll just leave a note and maybe even be back before they notice you’ve gone.

“Where are you going, love?” Price asks roughly as you head towards the bedroom door, bag over your shoulder and a frown knitting your brows together. It never fails that if you go near that door one of them notices and asks, but never does anything as crass as trying to stop you. They’d been extra physical the last day or so, more protective and watchful, almost trying to keep you in constant physical contact.

“I need to go back home,” you explain, huffing a little at getting caught, pain stabbing low in your abdomen. “You don’t understand, I need my… stuff. My period just started.” You are not sure if you’re sharing too much information, certainly with a bunch of men, even if they were werewolves. He chuckles and gets up from the bed, padding over to you on bare feet and totally nude, just like the rest of them.

“I know, I can smell it on you,” he says, moving closer to you until he is almost touching you with his chest and your back bumps against the still closed door. Your skin prickles as he leans closer, the faintest scrape of his beard touching your neck as he leans in and inhales. “It’s coming off you in waves, the whole place smells of you right now, smelling like….” he trails off, not finishing the thought out loud but you see the faint shiver that ripples through his muscles at whatever it is he thinks.

“Is it that bad?” You ask faintly, feeling a spell being woven over you. The other three are watching from the bed now they’re awake too, drawn in by whatever dark thing is happening before them.

“You’re bleeding in our den, making it yours just by being here when you’re most vulnerable,” Price answers, almost curling himself around you so he can run his nose along the skin behind your ear. “Trusting us to protect you like this,” his voice drops to a deep growl on the last few words, you almost expect to feel his tongue against your skin but he holds himself back, barely. Simon has stood up and taken a step forward, Kyle and Johnny poised on the edge of the bed, clearly tense and ready to move at the slightest provocation. The air ripples with an electricity you’ve never felt before, the scent of your menstrual blood driving the four werewolves into a highly protective state.

“Does it hurt?” Price asks you, drawing your attention back to him.

“Hmmm?” You ask, struggling to pull your eyes from the others. The feeling that if you look away they’re going to pounce, thrums through your veins. Price takes your chin in his fingers and tilts your head to look at him.

“Are you in pain?” he repeats himself with the patience of a rock, pupils wide as his eyes bore into you. You give a small nod in answer, and his mouth tightens almost imperceptibly. If you weren’t so close to him you probably wouldn’t have noticed the twitch in his expression. “Then you’re not leaving here,” he says firmly. “Tell us what you need, we’ll go and get it for you and bring it back.”

It's Simon and Johnny that volunteer to go, and you tell him what you need and where it is in your cottage, glad there aren’t many places for them to have to look and the fact they know it inside and out. They leave with your key and backpack, and Price guides you back towards the bed.

With a firm hand Price pushes you down onto the mattress, and he pulls your boots off, coaxing you to move into the middle of the soft space amidst the various pillows and blankets once more. The earthy, comforting smell of them always hits you hard here, drawing you in and pulling you under into comforting bliss. Kyle crawls up beside you, and you're soon sandwiched between them, Price’s hands moving to the waistband of your jeans and pulling at the buttons to undo them.

“Wait… I…” you start to say, insecurities about your body rushing to the surface and threatening to burst the soft bubble you’re floating in. Periods are meant to be reviled, hidden, aren’t they? So why are they treating you like a revered goddess?

“Hush now, I’m not trying anything on. Just getting you comfortable,” he says softly but with a firmness that leaves you without any doubts that you can trust him. Your jeans are peeled away, and you have to admit it feels better not having the waistband jabbing into your bloated stomach.

It’s shockingly fast how quickly Simon and Johnny return with you things, they had to have sprinted the entire way there and back on all four paws. You change into more comfortable clothing, a loose old t-shirt, and take some paracetamol, waiting for the cramps to subside.

“There’s a quicker way to take the edge off the pain,” Johnny says as he lays at the corner of the bed, caught between shapes and slowly wagging his tail back and forth.

“What’s that?” You ask curiously.

“Orgasm, hen,” he says with a sharp toothed grin, and your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.

“What? You’re kidding,” you laugh.

“Relaxes the muscles and releases those feel good chemicals in the brain,” he insists. You look at the others, and realise they all seem to be in agreement.

“Well… I….” you stammer, unsure what to say next. How could the situation get any weirder though? “What about the mess?” You ask lamely.

“You’ve seen us coming back from a hunt often enough, d’you think we care about getting a little blood on us?” Simon counters from where he is lounging beside Johnny. Its true, you’ve seen them when they’ve hunted down and killed a deer more than once while you’ve known them, and whilst you had opted not to watch them eat it raw you saw the aftermath and felt the aftereffect of the high they rode as a result. You feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment at such a childish question.

“Hey, stop worrying about it. If you don’t want to do it we are not going to force the issue,” Simon continues, but ultimately you agree to put your trust in them once again.

You insist on towels being put down despite them saying they don’t mind the mess, and you are soon stripped down, gently cradled underneath Kyle at Price’s insistence. If Johnny is put out by this, he is quickly over it as he watches, eyes rapt as Kyle kisses your neck until your eyelids flutter shut. Simon joins him, a heavy arm draped over the smaller man’s shoulder possessively.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” Kyle whispers against your collarbone, kissing and nipping at it. “Rub your clit for me, nice and slow.”

“I will,” you promise him, swallowing nervously as he nudges your aching thighs open with his knees. The scent must be incredibly strong to them, as all four inhale sharply, a collective growl rolling through the air around you, and you can’t help but feel a rush of heat in response. When you touch your clit, it's already sensitive from your arousal and the effects of your period and you hiss in a sharp breath at the buzz it gives you.

“Fuck… you smell so good,” Kyle whispers, kissing your cheek and hair. “So good.” You tilt your hips, pressing against the fat tip of his cock as your cramps war against your need, clit aching deliciously as you rub it.

“Please,” you beg, and he rumbles a deep moan in response, gently easing into you, finding little resistance thanks to the extra, bloody lubrication. The dull ache you were feeling changes into a different sensation as his cock massages the muscles of your walls, the steady grinding of his hips bringing blessed relief.

“How’s that feel, hmmm?” He breaths, and you moan wantonly, nodding your head.

“Yeah… better…” you sigh dreamily, your free palm sliding up the hard planes of his chest, and then curling your fingers until the blunt edges of your nails bite into his skin. “Much… much better.”

His pace is gentle, a tender and sensual rolling of his hips that sends sparks along your nerves, chasing the pain away and replacing it with a deep, warming pleasure.

“Good boy, Kyle,” you hear Price rumble, almost purring close to your ear before he presses against your side. He fists his cock slowly, almost in sync with Kyle’s thrusts, and presses kisses against your neck and throat. Where Simon and Johnny are, it’s hard to tell, but soft grunts and wet sounds suggest they are occupied nearby. “Remember, don’t knot her. It’ll hurt too much right now,” he guides the younger werewolf, looking at you with hooded, hungry eyes.

“Yeah, got it. She feels so good,” Kyle groans, his hips curling and grinding into you, wet sounds accompanying the laboured breaths from you both. You find yourself bucking your hips as the buzzing in your muscles coalesces into a hot ball, a tension building in you that needs to be released.

“Shit…” you mutter, legs sawing against the sides of Kyle’s hips, as you chase that sensation, clinging to it with desperation. Your fingers slide back and forth over your clit, faster and faster until Price pulls away your hand, replacing it with his thick, weathered fingers to slow you down.

“Relax, don’t rush to the finish line,” he murmurs, and when you let out a frustrated whine he kisses you. His tongue slides against yours roughly, hinting at his need under his control, and you push the fingers of one hand into his hair while you kiss. Your hand grasps onto Kyle as he continues to slowly fuck you, and the trembling of his muscles under your palm tells you he is working hard to not pound mercilessly into you like he usually does.

A muffled curse hints at more passion being shared between Simon and Johnny, another overspill of desire, and the sounds that follow only add to the fire building inside of you.

“I… I can’t stop it…” Kyle rasps, and you can feel the swelling starting to build at the base of his shaft, his knot growing and pulling at you already.

“You’ll have to let me take over then, pup,” Price tells him with a breathless grin, using his broad shoulders to nudge Kyle aside. When Kyle pulls out, you’re left feeling empty and the lack of his body heat over your abdomen is jarring until Price takes his place.

Price doesn’t have Kyle’s length but he is thicker, and there’s a tender stretch as he slowly splits your bloodied folds open, rocking his hips to completely wrap you around his length and pick up where Kyle left off. A high pitched whine bubbles up your throat as you have to readjust, your orgasm fading slightly and the hint of pain worming its way back through.

“Shhh… it's okay, I know,” he soothes you, draping his heavy chest over your body. The hair on his chest tickles your overly sensitive nipples and you twitch slightly as he cocoons you in his arms. As soon as your muscles relax, the discomfort recedes and the delicious pleasure returns, riding the thrusts of his length inside you.

Kyle rolls onto his back with a petulant groan, displeased at having to pull himself from you, crimson streaks adorning his engorged dick which he begins to stroke desperately. You can smell that faint tang of iron in the air, the thing that’s been driving the Pack wild since you got out of bed. Whatever Simon and Johnny are doing, you can feel the counter rhythm of it throw the mattress, a heavy but steady sound accompanying it along with moans and grunts.

Your orgasm builds, a flood behind a dam ready to break, washing away all concerns and doubts you had about sharing your body with them. With your legs hooked around Price’s waist, you pull yourself harder onto his cock, refusing to follow the gentle pace he has tried to maintain, and he has the good grace to take the hint. With a few more hard, sharp thrusts, he sends you wailing into your release sending spasms of heaven through your aching body.

Gasping for air you float back into your body, a pleasant tingle singing through your muscles instead of the tired ache you woke up with. You roll your eyes over to Kyle just in time to see him spill cum across his knuckles in thick ropes, and you tighten again around Price’s dick, still inside you.

“You okay there?” He asks softly, kissing your forehead and then nose. Perspiration glistens on his forehead as he looks down at you with concern in his eyes.

“I feel wonderful,” you breathe, and kiss his lips. The wet feeling between your thighs is no matter as they continue to accept it so easily.

“Good, you ready for more? Then we’ll get you some breakfast,” he grins. Whatever reply you were going to give him does in your throat as he starts to move his hips again.

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[eldritcmor]

IDEA!! You know how in most legends and myths involving dragons there’s often a hoard the dragon is protecting? What if the 141 was the hoard of someone (or something) not entirely human. They masquerade as a human and fight alongside the 141 but they’re insanely protective of them and have dragon like abilities. Heat and smoke never seem to bother them. Sometimes the 141 can see the shimmer of scales out of the corner of their eye but when they turn to check it out all they see is their “human” teammate. Maybe they have reptile like tendencies and prefer to have meals alone because they’re “insecure” about their eating habits (they’re actually eating nonhuman food like raw meat or something). Idk, I just really like the idea of the 141 being oblivious to a monster in their midst. Also I really REALLY like dragons

Gaz looked up as the sharp screech of twisting metal met his ears. The guard at his door poked his head out to see what was happening only to jerk and slump, a rather large piece of rebar right between his eyes. Gaz did not want to meet whatever the fuck did that and so scooted the chair he was tied to as far back into the shadows as he could. He tried to keep his breathing even but as the steady clomp of boots on metal grew closer, he couldn't cut it. A hand curled around the door frame and for a second, Gaz would forever swear he saw gleaming copper claws. He blinked and suddenly you were in front of him. Kneeling low as you confidently cut through the rope around his ankles.

"Breathe Sergeant. I got you." Gaz practically melted at the familiar rumble of your voice. He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding as you moved to the bindings on his chest. Then he was confused.

"It's good to see you lieutenant, but how did you get here?"

You hummed as you finished cutting through his bindings and hauled Gaz to his feet. While there wasn't really any major damage that you could see, you still didn't like finding him like this.

"I called in a favor from an old friend. For all intents and purposes, this was never sanctioned. Now before you go thinking too hard, the others did try to come as well. Unfortunately, they got placed under the equivalent of house arrest by Shepherd. Now come on, our ride is waiting."

Gaz rolled the information over in his mind as you led him through the little facility. Everywhere he looked was some form of evidence of a fight. It looked like something had absolutely ripped through their defences.

--

Ghost startled as he entered the little kitchen of their current base. It was incredibly late at night and he hadn't expected anyone to be awake. You were sitting on the counter, ripped open package of red meat in one hand and a piece of meat midway to your mouth. Ghost raised an eyebrow and you slowly lowered the little chunk back into the tray.

"is this why you never eat with us?" Your fellow lieutenant asked as he grabbed a mug from one of the cupboards. You have a little noncommittal shrug as you set aside your dinner. Ghost popped the mug into the microwave and pulled out a few teabags.

"No need to stop on my account, lieutenant." The microwave beeped and ghost retrieved his mug before plopping the teabags in and promptly exiting the kitchen.

--

Soap raised an eyebrow as you stripped off your jacket and bundled it into your pack. The team was visiting Farah and the desert heat was harsh on all of them. Even Price had taken refuge under the nearest shade cloth. You however just seemed to be perfectly fine in the heat. He thought the heat was finally getting to you. That is until you climbed up on huge flat rock, laid in direct sunlight and promptly fell asleep. You were fucking basking while the rest of the team was baking in the sun. Soap stomped over, sun be damned, and climbed right up beside you. He purposely blocked the sun as he kneeled next to you and raised his hand to slap down in the dead center of your back. That is until your hand shot out and easily caught his wrist. You two briefly wrestled for a minute or two before soap yelped as you scooped him up over your shoulder and carried his ass back over to the others. Farah laughed as you deposited Soap right at Price's feet. A simple no left your mouth in a sort of grumbling growl as you went back to your rock. Soap pouted in the shade but didn't move to try again, as Price handed him a canteen of water.

--

Price watched from the door as you wrestled against Ghost, with Soap and Gaz sitting on the side. You two were dirty fucking fighters. Anytime Ghost flipped you on your back, you'd yank him by his mask or shirt to the side. Anytime you'd flip him on his back, he'd take his nails down any piece of exposed flesh in order to get you to rear back and topple. Price thought it was like watching two feral ass badgers fighting. He decided to intervene when Ghost pinned you and his fingers were just a hair too close to your mouth. Your fangs were on display.

"That's enough boys!" He watched in amusement as You and Ghost scrambled to your feet. "Go clean up, all of you. We got a briefing in twenty. Except you, Drake. I need to talk to you." The rest of the squad exited the training room. Price could practically feel the gossip spinning in their heads.

Price turned to you once the team was down the hall and out of earshot. "We need to talk about that little trip you took."

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. "Little trip, sir?"

"The one you took while the rest of us were under house arrest. The one where you somehow returned with the single missing member of this task force."

You simply hummed, a noncommittal sound, as you tapped your wrist. Price shook his head at your silent question. "Ah my most recent leave. What's the issue?"

Price sighed. "Unfortunately, the higher up want to know how Gaz returned." Price grabbed your shoulder and pulleed you down to his height. "You were not involved in anyway, clear?"

You groaned as the grip on your shoulder tightened. "Loud and clear, sir."

"Good man, now get. I'm sure the others are wondering what kind of ass chewing you just got." Price watched as you walked out the room, defeat lining your shoulders. Good, no need to trouble anyone else with your little rescue mission. Price glanced down at his hand. He hadn't meant to grab you that hard but he had to get the point across. There was a red lined imprint of scales in the center of his palm.

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[bitchesgetriches]

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Make more money at the job you have

One of the simplest ways to increase your income is to just make your current employer pay you more. But while it may be simple, it ain’t always easy.

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The Ultimate Guide to Growing Your Salary

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All that said, you’re statistically more likely to increase your income faster by job hopping! So if your current employer doesn’t want to pay you more, leave that sinking ship behind in pursuit of a higher salary.

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[holybibly]

This is a little preview of my new series and yes, bunnies, this is a whole series from me. I hope everyone is ready for an erotic dystopia?

Decadent dystopian erotica with majestic dragons - second teaser for today

Glass House Ateez x reader

Everything changed in an instant. 

The king was dead, and thousands of dragons took to the burning skies. The old world was over, and a 'new age' was in the making—an age of gods and monsters. 

A thousand years ago, the fires of revolution blazed across the face of the world. Dragons—the creatures of ancient legends and children's fairy tales—reduced the once prosperous world to ashes in a matter of minutes. Rivers of black blood coursed through the veins of the streets, flooding the cities and lands in their wake. The sky was a blaze of purple flames and electric shocks. The church was reduced to rubble, and the royal family was executed in a public display. In the eyes of the dead, the unspoken horror in front of these majestic creatures remained forever, and in the sparks of the flames, they shimmered like precious sea stones. 

There was a bitter smell of burning flesh and ash in the air. It was the smell of dreams on fire—the smell of a future in decay. 

It was the beginning of the end of ancient life. The beginning of a new world. The Age of Immortality has begun. 

All the legends turned out to be true; dragons did exist. They had always lived close to us, lurking in the velvety darkness of the night, waiting for the hour. Waiting for the hour to come when the power would be in their hands. Dangerous, unbridled, wild creatures of magic and the elements, predators at the top of the food chain. They had come into the world to rule, not to obey, and now, at long last, their time had come. 

The world was at anarchy. Dragons were killing, raping, and enslaving races and lands as if it were an amusing child's game. They drank blood as black as the night from golden bowls, and they ate our succulent flesh as our bones cracked under the pressure of their razor-sharp teeth. They would hold orgies in the midst of the torn corpses and revel in their omnipotence. Those were the days of darkness. A time of terror, when the very word danger was a synonym for life itself. And so it went for several years, until the ultimate power fell into the clutches of the deadly Children of the Night, the oldest of all dragons. 

The majestic Hala. 

Eternal as the moon itself and deadly as the uncharted depths of the ocean, they inspired burning terror in all who encountered them. To their people, they were nothing more than a myth, a legend written on fragments of tablets. Forefathers, ancestors—they had hundreds of names, but each one inspired more fear than the last. They were predators among predators, bristling with animal dominance and primal, unbridled sexuality. They exuded power and sinfulness. They were the ones who defined the rules and set the boundaries of what was permissible. 

With the arrival of Hala, a new phase in the history of the world began. 

Humanity was enslaved, and dragons became the dominant species. As the years went by, the human population began to decline rapidly, with fewer and fewer humans, until "our" species reached the status of gatherers. Angelicus Nova, or Angel Stars, was what we came to be called. Human existence took on a strange religious orientation; we were worshipped, idolized, and adored, but despite all this, humans remained nothing more than a rare exchangeable currency, nothing more than an expensive trinket that was prestigious to own and could be broken with a flick of the wrist. 

The human being also became one of the ways in which money flowed endlessly. These institutions were known as "glass houses." Gateway to heaven. They would be the equivalent of strip clubs or luxury escort houses if you and I were in the old world. The rules were the same: "Look, but don't touch." Girls and boys were expensive pieces of family jewelry that rested under the glass of fancy display cases. Our masters showed us off to the greedy eyes of the world with all the pride and ostentation that dragons have. 

In spite of their possessive, animalistic nature, dragons were nothing more than swaggering bastards with inflated egos and delusions of grandeur.

Humans could be anything as long as dragons owned us—a muse, an innamorata, a nymph, an angel, a siren, or even a goddess—but like everything else in the universe, we came at a price. 

The 'glass houses' were only in operation at night. During the day, all the 'jewels' rested and tidied up after tiring hours of contemplation of the world through the bluish glass of the display window. Nice, obliging workers in starched white collars were busy with the cleaning, scrubbing the baroque decorations of the vetrines with great care from a mixture of sperm, drool, and other secretions. You looked at it with an almost reverent awe, finding it disgusting to the point of bordering on the pornographically beautiful. 

You could see it as real art—crude and original, but art nonetheless. There was something particularly mesmerizing about it, almost hypnotic, about the way the thick, pearly sperm dripped slowly from the golden flowers. 

Of all the glass houses that ever existed, "Eros" was the most beautiful. It was the jewel in the crown of the New Empire, and you were its goddess. There were rumors that the Hala themselves were customers of 'Eros'. But rumors were only rumors. If they were ever to visit your 'home', you would know about it, for they would be where all men ended up—at your feet. 

You were content with the life that you were living. There was no tragedy and no misery, no abusive family or abusive peers, no bullying and harassment at school—no, you had it all great. You were born here at Eros—the growth and blossoming of a beautiful flower. Your whole life has been within the confines of glass rooms and silk sheets, but unlike your dreamy friends, you weren't in need of rescue. 

Your name is Aphrodite. Born in the radiance of the Creator. A goddess among goddesses, carved out of marble and mother of pearl. Your hair falls to the ground in waterfalls of pearls and silk. Your eyes are the eerie silvery moonlight in half-darkness, the deadly attraction of jewels in velvet lashes. Your lips are the succulent, juicy, forbidden fruit that every man would like to taste. The pain of your kiss is going to be the last pleasure of life. 

You are not a delicate, pure lily; you are not a passionate, fiery rose; you are a narcissus reveling in the crystal of mountain waters. You love yourself to pain, to death, to despair, and in all the New Empire, there was none more beautiful than you. 

Original sin. The primordial beauty. You are desire in all it manifests and begins to manifest. 

The naked goddess, clad in snow-white fur like armor, is the goddess of love and ecstasy. 

You've never been conceptualized; you've always been enigmatic. 

You have been the object of worship. Your beauty has been sung in songs, and your love has been professed in a thousand languages. "Eros" was the site of visits from the mightiest and most powerful dragons of the New Empire. They all crawled at your feet, stroking their thick, greased with their cum cocks, greedily as they burned your skin with their golden gaze. They licked the deceptively thin glass of your display case with their long, sometimes split tongues, leaving muddy streaks on the perfect surface of the glass. The mighty and great dragons, unaccustomed to humiliation and submission, urinated like bitches in heat at the mere sight of your bare shoulders and long neck covered with diamond serpents, their eyes shining like stars in the twilight of your silken chambers. They would drip their sperm onto the icy marble floor until it collected in small, glistening puddles, and then they would lick it up as if it were the sweetest nectar in the world. Ambrosia in the truest sense. 

Behind the glass walls of Eros, they were dominators, predators, and the rulers of this world through fear and pain, but here in this garden of Eros, they were nothing more than whores—shameless and needy. Slaves to your beauty, desperate to please you. 

Their moans are always a delight to you. The moaning of your name. 

The scenarios have been repeated to the point of being painful. Sugar-sweet subs with outstretched tongues and pretty, tear-stained faces. Dominant alphas with sweat-glistening skin and eyes rolling with pleasure.

Dragons fucked other dragons; orgies and bacchanals were staged; they were subjugated and subdued. They growled, moaned, squealed, and purred; some were fucked like a port slut, and some were licked for hours until they passed out from hyperstimulation. Some masturbated in front of your window, enjoying the fact that you were there to watch them, and there were others who would spend their heat and ruts in front of your window. 

The list could go on and on: bondage, darkphilia, breeding, voyeurism, humiliation, objectification, and breathing games.

You were saturated with this game. 

There were so many ways in which you could spend your evenings in the company of others. It was all designed to excite you, to make you beg, and to make you plead. Each of your visitors secretly hoped that one day you would strip off your luxurious furs and assume the position that was right for them—submissive, naked, and ready to accept whatever it was they were giving you. 

It was an act of power; it was a position of strength, but here you were the strength. You were power. 

No one would ever have the temerity to lay a hand on you. Goddesses are always untouchable.

You entertained yourselves by teasing them, mocking them, and fanning their flames of desire and passion. Dragons are creatures that are very dependent on their emotions and their desires; they feed on their power and their magic, but when they do not get what they want, it burns them from the inside; it breaks and crumbles them, like a cookie that has been bitten.

It was delicious, but you were full. Thank you, next.

You never denied that you were a sadist; you had a taste for pain; maybe it was a kind of revenge for the destruction of your family; maybe not. They came to you for that feeling; the dragons wanted to be punished and tamed, and the feeling of pain made them cum harder. As they say, Orgasm is a little death.

You could play this game for hours on end, letting the fur expose your boobs and pressing it against the cold glass as you went. It was magnificent—tall and plump, as if it had been milked with milk—with pink nipples the color of magnolia blossoms. There was something animalistically seductive about it—an appeal to their natural reproductive instincts—that evil thought of possible pregnancy. Their whimpering made you laugh, and the sounds they made were so sweet—desperate pleas and long, long moans.

"Let me taste you; I want it so much. I was a good boy, such a good boy."

There were other days when you would let your hands run over the bare skin of your thighs, leaving long red streaks that stood in erotic contrast to the silk of your pale skin. You smeared the clear, shimmering liquid of your juices along the line of your neck, in that most exciting place for dragons, where their teeth locked in a mating mark, as if branding their mate in the most perverse of affiliations.

"Tell me I belong to you; please say it. I'll do anything you don't want. Own me, use me; I want to be your toy.".

Sometimes other girls would be brought into your shop window to put on an erotic show. Exquisite nymphs and rosy-cheeked Lolitas would explore your tender skin with their soft, wet tongues, leaving traces of hungry kisses, until at last their lips would close on the most intimate spot between your thighs.

On days like this, the whole of 'Eros' would shake with furious, jealous growls and thunderclaps. Dragons were terrible possessive, and even though the "scene" itself would excite the hell out of them, the jealousy would burn through their veins from the inside out, like a deadly poison.

"You belong to me, and only to me. You are mine, mine and mine alone. I will tear this girl apart, and we will fuck in her blood until there are no more conscious thoughts left in your pretty little head, until you remember nothing but my name.".

But no matter what their words were to you, you didn't have a care in the world. Nobody would dare touch the goddess, and if they tried, they would not only lose their hands but also get killed.

That was the law of the New Empire—all the people who were left were protected and sheltered in an incredible way. There were very few of you, and if there had been any harm to even one of you, it would have been a real tragedy.   Only once has there been a breach of that law, and the consequences have been terrible. No one wants a repeat.

In any case, your life in the Garden of Eros was a pleasure. Maybe it was some kind of perverse way of looking at the world and love, but you didn't have any desire to change anything; everything was great.

Have you ever wondered if there might be another version of you out there? Perhaps, somewhere in a parallel universe, humans would still exist as the dominant species, their countries and cities would be prosperous, and you would be living a different life—a normal one. There, in that other universe, that other Aphrodite—no, not Aphrodite—you would have an ordinary name, not a divine one, something cute, something sweet, and always with a hint of shyness. It is probably there that you would have experienced your first love, that you would dream of a prince who would take you off into the sunset, and that "and they lived happily ever after." You would have been embarrassed to talk about sex, and you would have blushed horribly if his fingers had been in your knickers. But you weren't her. And she wasn't you. You don't want to be saved from sinning; you want to become one of them. You want to experience forbidden pleasures. You want to subjugate and dominate.

You're not in need of a prince; you've already had a king, or rather, eight kings. The day will come when everything you have ever dreamed of will come true, even if you haven't met any of the Hala yet.

You want power; you want to sit on a golden throne in a castle high up in the sky, and so it shall be. They say that love is a great strength, but they fail to mention that it is also the greatest weakness. And you, like no one else, know how to use it to your advantage.

This is not a pink fairy tale. There are no rainbow ponies pooping rainbows and eating fairy dust. No, this is a rotten world. It is full of debauchery, violence, and sex. You could say, "Come and rescue me. I'm waiting for  you," but no, you have to rephrase it as "I'm waiting for you to crawl on your knees and lick my heels, and from that moment on, I will own you.".

Yes, that sounds much better.

It's already eight o'clock; time to get ready; you're leaving soon.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most famous glass house in the New Empire. Tonight we have wet aesthetic cunnilingus as our main course, and for dessert, a mind-blowing orgasm. You have a choice of starters. Drinks are on the house. We accept cash and checks. If you wish, you can leave a tip for one of our "jewels.".

Our hope is that your time at Eros will be an unforgettable experience.

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[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Hi hun, would you be in the mood to write something about dadrry dealing with his kids terrible twos pls

The Terrible Two’s.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

blurb masterlist is here.

authors note - something about lhh being a dad does something to me i simply cannot describe so enjoy my loves…!

word count - 1.4k

in which, travelling with your husband around europe hasn’t been the most smooth sailing, especially when your daughters currently experiencing her terrible twos.

Faith Anne Styles.

After dating your boyfriend Harry for just over a year, you fell pregnant at the lovely age of nineteen and now both of you are at the age of twenty one and had a beautiful baby girl.

The perfect mix of both of you.

But life wasn’t all that swell.

As you stand backstage at the One Direction concert in Oslo, Denmark ,the pulsating excitement of the crowd seeping through the walls from the support act McBusted.

You watched as your boyfriend, the charismatic Harry Styles, attempts to navigate the treacherous waters of your two-year-old daughter Faith's terrible twos.

It seems that tonight, the tantrum monster has reared its head, threatening to disrupt the carefully choreographed chaos of the concert.

Great timing there, Faith Baby.

You glance around and notice Niall, Louis, and Liam, all observing the situation with wide eyes and amused expressions.

Harry, ever the doting father, crouches down to Faith's level, his brows furrowing in concern.

"Hey, baby love," Harry cooed gently, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of the chaos. "What's got you feeling so gloom and doom, eh?"

Faith's tiny face contorts, her little fists clenched tightly as she lets out a shrill cry. The sound reverberates through the backstage area, drawing amused glances from the rest of the band.

Louis, unable to resist a cheeky remark, leans over to Liam and whispers, "I think little Faith here is giving Harry a taste of his own teenage rebellion. Karma's a funny thing, innit?"

You never knew Harry in his pre teen years, however from the stories that you had been told by his family and fellow bandmates, he was a bit of a cheeky chappy.

And you couldn’t help but think that Faith, at just two years old, had developed some of his cheeky persona.

Before going down for naps, she would negotiate about how she wasn’t tired and then proceed to jump out of her crib, running through the house the same way that Harry would.

If you ever went to the shops or the park, then you would often catch her talking to random strangers as she held onto your hand or sat in her stroller, waving at them and being the kind girl she is and due to her father most likely doing the exact same thing.

You knew your two year old shouldn’t be interacting with strangers but she was just simply too adorable.

Liam chuckles and nods in agreement, but their attention is quickly pulled back to the unfolding drama.

Harry tries a different approach, his voice filled with patience and understanding. "Faith, darling, let's try to use our words, yeah? What's making you so upset?"

But Faith's wails persist, growing louder and more intense with each passing moment. She falls to the floor, kicking and flailing her arms, her cries echoing through the backstage area.

You watched as Harry ran a hand through his shoulder length hair, you could see slight stress lines appearing on his forehead.

He took it exceptionally hard when Faith would be upset, no parent liked to see their child sad but Harry absolutely hated it. He would always sit with her until she felt up for talking and although she was only a two year old and could hardly form a coherent sentence he would nod his head and listen to every word she said.

Faith idolised him.

Niall chuckles, watching the spectacle unfold. "Well, she's certainly giving us a show, isn't she? The drama of the terrible twos."

Tell you about it.

Harry shoots Niall a slight glare, finding absolutely nothing about the situation taking place funny in the slightest,before refocusing his attention on Faith.

He kneels down beside her, speaking softly amidst the cacophony. “Hey, my love, I know it's frustrating. Let's take some deep breaths together, okay? In and out."

But Faith's tantrum continues to escalate. She starts throwing toys and objects around, her frustration seemingly endless. The backstage area is filled with the commotion, drawing curious glances from the crew members and dancers nearby.

One thing you hated was gaining unnecessary attention.

Louis leans closer to Liam, a mixture of amusement and awe on his face. "I never thought I'd say this, but Faith might just give us a run for our money in the energy department."

Liam chuckles, nodding in agreement. "That she does. But Harry's got this. He's a patient one, that lad."

Harry tries different tactics, attempting to distract Faith with a toy or a silly face. But her cries persist, and the tantrum shows no signs of abating.

The band members exchange glances, a mixture of amusement, sympathy, and mild concern. This is uncharted territory for them, witnessing Harry deal with the full force of a toddler tantrum.

Harry's voice remains calm, though a hint of exhaustion seeps in. "Faith, sweetheart, I understand you're upset. Can you tell daddy what's wrong?"

But Faith's words are muffled amidst the tears and screams, her frustration rendering her temporarily speechless.

She continues to lash out, her tiny body wracked with sobs.

You step closer, offering your support. "Harry, maybe it's best if we take a break. Find a quiet spot for her to calm down."

Harry nods, his eyes filled with determination. "You're right, love. Let's find a quiet room where she can settle."

Together, a crew member leads you as well as Harry and Faith away from the backstage chaos, seeking Together, you lead Harry and Faith away from the backstage chaos, seeking refuge in a nearby dressing room.

The familiar scent of hairspray and the faint echoes of music provide a contrast to the storm of emotions still raging within Faith.

Gently closing the door behind you, you find a comfortable corner where Harry can sit with Faith in his arms. The room is dimly lit, allowing a sense of tranquillity to settle in.

Harry cradles Faith, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Shh, my love. We're here in our little haven. Take your time, sweetheart. We'll wait until you're ready to talk."

And if it was up to both you and Harry, you would both wait an eternity.

Faith's cries gradually subside into sniffles, her breath hitching as she tries to regain control, gripping a strand of her fathers long curls whilst the other grips onto the hem of his shirt.

Harry's soothing presence provides an anchor in the midst of her emotional tempest.

You sit beside them, offering a comforting smile. "It's okay, Faith. Mommy and Daddy are here for you. We love you, no matter what."

Faith looks up at you, her tear-stained cheeks glistening in the soft light. Her eyes search yours, seeking solace and understanding. You gently stroke her hair, allowing the silence to envelop the room, giving Faith the space she needs to collect herself.

Minutes pass, and the tension begins to dissipate. Faith's breathing steadies, her tiny frame relaxing against Harry's chest.

The storm of her tantrum has run its course, leaving behind a weary calm.

Harry speaks softly, his voice a comforting lullaby. "Sometimes, my love, we get overwhelmed. It's okay to feel angry or frustrated. But remember, we're always here to help you through it."

Faith nuzzles closer to Harry, finding comfort in his words. She wraps her tiny arms around his neck, seeking solace in his embrace.

The best father daughter duo.

The door creaks open, and Niall peeks inside, his eyes filled with concern. "Is everything alright?"

You nod, a sense of relief washing over you. "Yes, No, Faith just needed some quiet time. She's calming down now."

There was no doubt that Niall was Faith’s favourite uncle when it came to the four boys.

Niall steps into the room, his face softening as he gazes at the scene before him. "You're doing a great job, you guys. Parenting isn't easy, especially in the midst of all this craziness."

Harry smiles, gratitude and weariness mingling in his eyes. "Thanks, Niall. It's a learning process for all of us. But moments like these remind us why it's all worth it."

The sound of music drifts through the door, a reminder of the support act performing still in full swing. The energy of the crowd and the rhythm of the songs pulse through the walls, but in this small sanctuary, you find a moment of calm amidst the storm.

As Faith's breathing evens out and her grip on Harry loosens, you lean in and plant a tender kiss on her forehead. "We love you, Faith. And we're here for you, always."

Always and forever.

For eternity.

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the baftas: my eyes need bleach after the livestream chat.

I SAID I WOULD COME TO TUMBLR AND SLUT-SHAME ALL OF YOU, AND YOU BET YOUR GODDAMN BILDADDY I'M HERE TO DO IT. First, a huge thank you to @good-usernames-were-taken, Valerie, for enabling this entire chaos and streaming it. And of course to Disappointment the Main Maggot.

Second, as per requests from you maggots, I have to give an honourary mention to the tragic lack of an emotional support gaseous orange, the late half-eaten packet of Lays on my desk, and my nearly empty can of Monster energy. Idk either, you asked for the mentions you got them.

Without further ado, presenting the BAFTA Awards 2024:

I am busy drawing out the neckline stitches of Crowley's wedding dress, when I am reminded of the stream and I crash into it midway. Little do I know what I am getting into.

Everyone is here for David Tennant. No one is here for the actual awards. This is made very clear very quickly.

KNEES. JUST KNEES. ALL EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT, THROUGHOUT THE STREAM, IS DAVID TENNANT'S KNEES. ARE YOU ALL OKAY WHAT THE FRESH HELL.

For context, David is in a kilt for the first half. I finally see why my relatives disapprove of skirts above knee-length. I never knew humanity's unholy worship of knees till I came here.

SOMEONE ASKS IF DAVID HAS TANNED HIS KNEES. MAGGOTS. PLEASE.

We interrupt our regular scheduled program of David knees to have an intense discussion about British versus French humour, and the misgendering of croissants.

RDJ wins an award and calls his wife his Alpha and Omega.

We're back to the knees. I can't handle how slutty David's knees are, says a worthy maggot.

This goes into a discussion about tickets for David's Macbeth, because, you guessed it, the kilt and the knees.

A lot of gorgeous and talented women in the BAFTAs tonight. I am floored.

I am not allowed to dwell in my awe because the chat is not a place of the lord. Curtain calls of Macbeth are discussed with unnecessary lasciviousness.

Thankfully, in the midst of this, I get a great Zodiac pattern reference for Crowley's wedding dress cummerbund. I was going to have to research the night sky for star charts but this is better.

People show their beautiful brainrot-induced Doc Marten purchases.

The knee thirst has moved into X-rated territory. I am terrified.

A song is sung in memory of film industry people who passed away this year, and people are sad about Dumbledore but at the same time are imagining Aziraphale and Crowley dancing to the song. The brainrot is real.

I accidentally spoil Saltburn's freakshow for someone. When I ask how I can make up for it, they say something about GOAD. I'm alarmed. Is that an OnlyFans, I ask. It's Good Omens After Dark, the chat answers. Is THAT an OnlyFans, I ask. Close enough, the chat says.

David has now changed outfits to a suit, which finally makes people pay attention to the BAFTAs, if only to alternatively thirst over the suit and bemoan the loss of knees.

Things, uh, happen, which I will have to include as quotes in another post. Cheers, @thearoacemess and @vitrilol.

Barty Crouch Jr is debated about as the Wolfstar child. Bratty Crouch Jr is said to be Crowley.

I obtain a banana, which I associate with blowjobs.

@thearoacemess talks about someone deepthroating a seven-inch banana without a hitch.

The stream does a flashback to the kilt time. It is a mistake. @queermarzipan barrels in and is being too slutty about the knees.

I tell them they need jesus, and they yell about how they've gone to mass twice today and they're an atheist.

Thankfully, @vitrilol starts chanting about the glory of Ireland. The only thing that will distract Marzipan from David Tennant is Ireland.

He proceeds to start screech-singing in all caps.

🎵IRELAND IIIRELAND TOGETHER STANDING TALLLL.🎵

The BAFTAs end. People are still thirsting over David Tennant.

🎵I KNOW YOU'RE MISSING HOME IT'S SO LONG SINCE YOU'VE BEEN🎵

Uh, more dubious things about David, suits and the absence of said suits are discussed. I'm trying my damndest not to notice.

🎵AND THE LIFE YOU HAD IN DUBLIN NOW AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A DREAM🎵

There is accidental Mascot lore: I am apparently from a different timeline (I mixed up timeline and timezone) and that's how Apollo deposited me in an illegal sushi restaurant where I became Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen's intellectual child.

I am compared to a cat.

TOM HIDDLESTON AND DAVID TENNANT WERE IN THE STAGED-LIKE THING IN THE BEGINNING AHAHAHAHAH LOKI AND CROWLEY MY TWO CELESTIAL GENDERFLUID ICONS.

OKAY so I will end the summary here and make a list of out of context quotes in a new post. Because. Boy oh boy. That deserves its own post.

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[mmgwritings]

UNKNOWN / NTH

Characters: Kaz Brekker / Sun Summoner ! Reader

Prompt: when alina starkov fails to destroy the fold, kaz brekker discovers the true power of the saints.

Warnings: angst, canon divergence, shadow and bone season 2, main character death, definitely didn't proof read, kaz suffering, fjerda sun summoner.

The nichevo'ya bore down upon us and Sankta Alina was struggling to wield her power while shielding the group from the volcras. Waves of terror swept over us when the screeches of the volcras echoed around in the dark. Beside me, Jesper whispered curses as he loaded more bullets into his pistols and Wylan knelt down to search for more gunpowder in the bag.

"Got everything we need, Wylan? We're not going to a picnic, you know" Jesper quipped, a nervous grim in his face. "We're definitely going to die"

Then, the nichevo'ya breached Alina's protection with the Darkling behind them. Inej, quick as lightning, drew her sword "neshyenyer" and sprang into action. With the blade gleaming in the dim light she enganged the shadow monsters in a fight which each swing of her sword was precise.

Y/N didn't wait and started shooting at the shadows. Jesper's pistols were also aimed and ready. He stood at the forefront of the remains of the First Army, with King Nikolai at his side, shooting and desperately trying to get a clear shot amidst the chaos of battle.

Nothing was working. It seems that don't matter how hard we fight the darkness didn't falter, and then, as if and overwhelming force had descedend upon us, Alina's light protection crumbled completely. We were now exposed to all the horrors of the Fold.

"Come on, run!" screamed Nina. She grabbed my hand and pushed me through a door in the fortress as the battalion scattered, desperately seeking refuge in other rooms. Jesper, Wylan, and Kaz ran close behind us, with Zoya supporting Nikolai's injured side and Mal dragging Alina.

We entered a training courtyard, with the remnants of the battle between the Darkling's Grisha and the First Army still visible. Volcra dragged the bodies of the fallen and descended from the skies in droves. The place was engulfed in chaos, and the sounds of combat reverberated all around. A volcra swooped over our group, seizing one of Nikolai's soldiers. His screams faded into the darkness.

"We're too exposed here!" Kaz shouted as he began striking his cane against the old door lock, which gave way without much effort. "Let's go, get inside!"

Kaz led us through a series of corridors, candles still burned and provided a faint glow to guide our way. The air was heavy with tension, and the sounds of death echoed from outside.

In a small, dimly lit room, we finally regrouped. Mal and Alina were gasping for breath, their faces pale, while Nikolai's wound was tended to by Zoya and Nina. Kaz was busy devising a plan, the gears of his mind turning even in the midst of chaos. Jesper and Wylan stood ready, pistols and bombs in hand, guarding the entrance.

Alina, even though visibly shaken, looked at each of us with fierce determination. "We may be cornered, but we're not done yet," she declared. "We fight, and we survive. This is not how our story ends."

"Well, whatever your plan is, Sanka, you'd better make it quick," Kaz said coldly. He had never believe in saints; this wouldn't be the moment. "You have amplifiers, don't you? Why aren't they working?"

Alina paled. "Mal... Mal is the third amplifier. Baghra told me that only with his death will I have enough power to destroy the Fold." A heavy silence settled in the room.

Alina would have to kill Mal, the man she loved. Y/N had always known that a Grisha's powers were cursed. She was born in a village in Fjerda, raised under the belief of Djel, but saw her world shattered when she discovered her powers. For her sins, for her curse, her family was murdered by the villagers. In a last desperate attempt, her sister handed her over to a Kaelish slave trader, which is how she ended up in the pleasure houses of Ketterdam.

Y/N had suppressed her powers since then, rarely using, and no one knew about them... no one except Kaz Brekker, the man who set her free. Kaz needed a spy, and she was perfect for the mission. Years later, Y/N was still working for Kaz — murdering for Kaz.

Kaz discovered Y/N's sun summoner powers by chance when a mission went awry, and they needed to escape. SHe had to blind two of their pursuers from the stadwatch and for the first time, she feared Kaz. She thought he might sell her, turn her over to Ravka, or auction her off to the Drüskelle.

But that day never came. He never spoke a word about Y/N being Grisha, never asked her to use her powers... and that was how she began to fall in love with Kaz.

Alina's eyes welled with tears as she looked at Mal, her voice trembling. "I know, but I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Mal reached out, gently wiping away her tears. "We've faced so much together, Alina. This is just one more sacrifice we must make for the greater good."

Kaz, still resolute, added, "We don't have much time. We have to make a plan"

Tears streamed down Alina's face as she nodded, knowing the weight of the decision they had to make.

That's not fair, i thought. And, as she was capable of reading my mind, Inej, who had been quietly listening, spoke softly, "Life isn't always fair, but the choices we make define us. We'll support you, Sankta Alina, no matter what you decide."

Zoya, her expression soft, added, "It's a hard choice, but it's one that could save countless lives. Or, maybe we can find a way... Nina, how fast can you cure him?"

Nina, her face filled with concern, replied, "I'll do my best, Zoya, but it might take time. We can't afford to wait too long."

The room was filled with a shared sense of determination as they began to explore every possibility, but we didn't have time. Outside a cry pierced the air. It was the Darkling, leading the charge of the dark forces.

It won't work. I realized this just by looking at the determined way Alina gazed at Mal – she would never sacrifice him to save the world. She's not capable, just like Nina isn't capable of healing him in time. Mal would have to die, and Alina couldn't be the one to kill him.

"Maybe there's another way" I whispered.

Inej, her eyes filled with hope, asked, "What do you have in mind?" at the same time that Kaz a loudly "No"

My voice gained a touch of determination as I responded, "We can't let Mal die, but we also can't let the Darkling win. We need to find a different source of amplification, something that doesn't involve taking a life."

Confusion hung heavy in the room as Kaz stepped forward, his face masked by controlled fury. "You're not going to," he said "I'll not allow it"

"It's not your decision to make, Kaz," I replied, my tone resolute.

Kaz's eyes bore into mine, a battle of wills silently raging between us. "You can't expect me to stand by while you kill yourself."

"Believe me, that's not my intention," I said with a sly smile. But smiles never fooled Kaz. He know me, perhaps the only person in the world who truly know me.

We're complicated people, each with our own traumas, but over the years, we've learned to share some of our past. Kaz told me about Jordie, the farm, the con and I told him about fjerda, the blood, the slavery.

Once, at the slat, on a rainy night, Kaz's expression softened slightly as he said "We've both carried our burdens, but it's made us who we are. It's what's kept us alive in this unforgiving world."

We became friends, confidants, and slowly, we tried to be something more. He can't stand being touched, and I can't stand being seen — two of the most broken people in the Barrel, trying to shed their armor.

In the quiet of that rainy night in the Slat's office, we dared to be vulnerable. Kaz's gloved hand hesitated, almost touching mine, as if testing the boundaries of his aversion to contact.

I whispered, "Kaz, it's okay. You can trust me."

He looked into my eyes, a storm of emotions flickering in his gaze, but he didn't pull away. His gloved hand met mine, the moment felt like a breakthrough, a chink in the armor we had built around ourselves.

In that fragile connection, we found solace in each other's company, knowing that we didn't have to be alone in the darkness of the world.

I let the memories fade away. Kaz was standing in front of me, shielding me from the eyes of the others.

"I have to do this, Kaz. You know that," I whispered, moving closer to him, my hand softly touching his fingers.

Kaz, his gaze unwavering, finally nodded in reluctant agreement. "I know, but it doesn't mean I have to let you go alone"

Dread coursed through my body when I realized that Kaz was going with me. If I couldn't make it, he would end up dying with me.

"No, you're staying here," I said, but Kaz simply turned his back and began giving orders to Jesper and Wylan to prepare reinforcements. "KAZ!" I shouted, panic-stricken. I ran over and stood in his way, and I did something I had never dared before – I held his face.

"You're not going alone, Y/N" he said, his eyes locked onto mine, "If you go, I'm going with you."

I removed my hands from Kaz's face when I noticed he was turning pale. Jesper, like everyone else, was confused, so he said "I'm not sure what's happening."

I couldn't explain further because, at that moment, a terrible noise descended upon us. Something was tearing the door apart. We all rushed towards the other exit leading to the hill. The Darkling's nichevo'ya circled the grass like vultures, destroying any form of life. Nikolai, Mal, and Jesper began firing their pistols.

Then, he appeared. The Darkling was still handsome, even with his face partially marred by the corruption of merzost. His eyes blazed with fury as he spoke to Alina.

"You can't escape me, Alina. Your powers belong to me, and you will give them willingly or by force."

Sankta Alina, her voice filled with defiance said "I'll never willingly give you anything, and you'll never control me again."

She then attempted to strike him with a beam of light, but it was strangely weak. When it hit the Darkling, he absorbed the light as if it were nothing.

A twisted smile appeared on the herege face. "You see, my little saint, you can't fight destiny. Your powers are mine to command."

Sankta Alina couldn't do anything to stop him. Y/N had to intervene while the Darkling believed he had everything in his grasp.

She looked at Kaz and whispered a "I'm sorry" with a small smile o her face, one that Kaz knew it was filled with sorrow.

Kaz expression hardened, he simply nodded and said, "Just make it count."

Y/N, being more experienced in sun summons than Alina, definitely didn't need an amplifier to perform the cut.

With confidence born of her expertise, Y/N channeled her power, a blinding ray of red sunlight cutting through the room and striking the Darkling. He let out a searing scream as the light consumed him, writhing in pain. It was a scream of pain and surprise. As the rest of the world, he believe that existed only one sun summoner.

The room was filled with a blinding radiance, and for a moment, it seemed like the Darkling's corruption might be purged. But as the light dimmed, his sinister form slowly re-emerged, and it became apparent that the battle was far from over.

"Alright, let's see how strong you are," Y/N said as she unleashed waves of light upon the nichevo'ya.

The nichevo'ya screeched in agony as they were engulfed by the brilliant light, their dark forms dissipating in its radiance. In the midst of the battle, the Grisha and first army all rallied behind her, recognizing that Y/N's power might just be the key to turning the tide against the Darkling's forces.

The sky crackled with energy as she fought the darkness. Y/N unleashed all her power, releasing every ounce of her strength, and gradually, with bursts of radiant lightning, the Fold dissipated. Volcras burned and plummeted from the skies.

Volcras and nichevo'ya fell one after the other, their malevolent forms vanquished by the searing light.

Y/N's power illuminated the battlefield, then, as a final blow, Y/N performed the cut, unlike the initial one which was merely to test the strength of the heretic. This one was hot, sharp, and incredibly potent.

But it wasn't enough. Remnants of the Darkling's cut hit her chest. She fell to the ground, struggling to breathe, her chest burning.

In her most haunting nightmares, Y/N is always alone when she die. Typically, it begins with a startling realization that her demise is finally upon her. She feel her heart struggling to keep beating, even under the weight of a perfectly aimed dagger. The cries of my family have faded into silence, and Y/N, like any other ordinary person, is capable of facing death.

But this time, everything feels too vivid, too different, as if a new nightmare is taking shape. She taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, choking and bringing tears to her eyes. Strangely, she don't experience any pain; in fact, she doesn't feel much of anything except an intense cold, even though the sun shines brightly above.

What makes this new nightmare the worst is his presence.

Kaz looms above Y/N, his brown eyes hidden behind unshed tears. His voice sounds muffled, as if speaking from beneath murky waters. He speaks in desperation, making threats and offering impossible promises... promises about love.

Y/N, gasping for breath, managed a weak smile. "Not... on your... watch."

Kaz, his usual mask of indifference cracking, held her hand tightly, his gloved fingers trembling. "You better not."

But Y/N wasn't feeling the warmth of his hands and breathing was becoming a difficult task. Blood coated her mouth, and her vision blurred as Kaz's face slowly faded from focus, Nina was by his side, trying to tend to the gaping wound in Y/N's chest.

Nothing seemed to work; there was some kind of dark poison, a residue of the Darkling's merzost, in her body preventing the wound from closing.

Y/N loved Kaz's eyes; often, they couldn't lie as convincingly as his words. It was through Kaz's eyes that she knew. Kaz couldn't hide the worry and helplessness in his gaze. For the first time, he wasn't able to find a solution to the problem at hand, and it weighed heavily on him.

It didn't hurt, it wasn't tumultuous at all.

Yet, it was bittersweet to know that someone who had never believed in saints, who had never begged, and who had never touched another person for fear of the dead, had done all of that for her.

For the first time that year, the sun shone in Ravka, but when Y/N opened her eyes, winter was closing in around her.

In the distance, an ash tree stood tall, beckoning like an invitation.

#mmgwbrekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz brekker #ineje ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #alina starkov #mal oretsev #malina #the darkling #darklina #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky

[southern-gothic-comic]

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(Author Notes)

Panel 1: They exit the general store into the evening. Imogen is looking drained, holding on to Laudna’s arm for support. A small knot of people gathered on the street is having a tight, angry discussion. A few of them have evidence of a patchy red rash on their faces and necks.

Miscellaneous thoughts of “Witch! Hag! Monster!” etc. bombard Imogen throughout the page. Seeing Laudna, one of them shouts.

Angry Villager: There! There’s the witch!

Angry Villager: It’s that dead girl!

Angry Villager: She’s the root of all this trouble!

Angry Villager: She’s laid a curse on us with her witchcraft!

Panel 2: Imogen stands in front of Laudna defensively as she withdraws.

Imogen: Who, Laudna? She’s not dead, she’s just --

Angry Villager: She’s some kinda ghoul or ghast! This sickness is comin’ from her!

Angry Villager: She’s a stranger in our midst, she musta brought it with her from foreign parts.

Angry Villager: She’s brought plague down upon us!

Laudna’s Thoughts: everyone is staring I’m not wanted I’m not wanted I should leave

Panel 3: Imogen faces off against the crowd, but Laudna plucks nervously at her sleeve.

Imogen: What? What sickness? If there’s any disease spreadin’, it’s because all y’all let your kids run around coughin’ and snottin’ all over everything and none of y’all wash your damn hands!

Laudna: Imogen.

Panel 4: Dolores Garrod becomes prominent among the crowd, bolstered by shouts from the assembled villagers. Laudna starts pulling Imogen away.

Villagers: Do somethin’, Miz Garrod! New sheriff’s too spineless. Put ‘er in the stocks! String ‘er up! Get the preacher!

Dolores: You. You’re the one that done laid a hex on my boy at the harvest festival.

Laudna: What? I did no such thing!

Her Thoughts: Did I? I don’t think I did. Delilah, did you--

Imogen: Laudna would never! There’s been no hexin’ here!

Angry Villager: Then how come it’s only the two of you witches been spared? Answer me that!

Angry Villager: That’s the Temult girl! She’s in on it too!

Imogen: You have no authority here anymore, Dolores Garrod.

Laudna: Imogen, let’s just go. Please. Let’s go.

#critical role #critical role fanart #critical role comic #imogen temult #laudna #imodna #southerngothic #imogen x laudna #comics #a long road home #mintywolf

[luimagines]

Good Guardian (1000 follower raffle)

Our second place winner was @twistedfairytalefantasy and they asked for romantic FD. Who was I to deny them? XD

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You were walking along the path with the group of heroes when disaster struck. In an instant you were pushed to the ground. The sound of raining arrows and the pounding of thunderous hooves echoes around you. It was disorienting and chaotic and everyone was yelling.

Somewhere in the midst of this, when you had managed to get some of your bearings, you felt a hand grab onto the back of your shirt and effortlessly hoist you onto your feet. Large, strong hands gently brush over your shoulders and push you into a small alcove under a tree. The voice that leaves the larger than normal man is deep, commanding and leaves no room for argument of debate. He sounds angry. “Stay back, Jewel. I shall return shortly.”

“Oh- Ok…” You curl in on yourself. What else are you supposed to do? With a tone like that, it would be easy to get lost into the implications. His voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine and yet this was not the time.

You sat down between the roots of the tree. You’re not sure what would have created a hole like this, but it was large enough to hide inside. Maybe it was a fox?

The sounds of battle raged around you. You could hear the boys nearby but they all seemed to have been handling things on their own just as well. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the Fierce Deity taking out copious amounts of monsters. You knew that he would protect you. That was his purpose, his duty, the very breath in his lungs.

Suddenly you heard the unmistakable snorts of bokoblins coming in your direction. The hole you were sitting in was big, sure, but not deep enough to fully hide yourself in. You were a sitting duck if you didn’t move out of the way. You got to your feet in an instant, crouching down, hoping that the bushes and tall grass would hide you further.

It doesn’t.

The pair screech in devilish delight at the sight of you, raising their clubs high. Fear shoots through your veins like ice and you take off running. Naturally, they give chase.

You don’t even think about looking at your surroundings. You barely have enough breath to spare to scream for help. The only thing that you can get through your head is that you have to lose them- somehow.

One of them throws their club with better aim than you would have given them credit for. It hits your head with almost deadly precision. This time you yell and are knocked down to the ground. It’s familiar to the second this whole mess started. You’re disoriented, you’re on the ground- but this time you’re alone and in pain. And injured.

You have to push yourself up, but you can seem to figure out your left and your right to get back to your feet in time. You can vaguely feel something arm and wet going down the back of your neck and down your back. Strange, isn’t it?

Their snorts and cries surround you instantly and you're being pulled this way and that. It doesn’t help with the struggle to figure out which direction you’re facing to begin with. You get hit again. Your arms come up to weakly block the hits, covering your face and your head the best you can. 

Another hit- then another- then-

“GET AWAY FOUL BEASTS!”

A deafening scream from the bokoblins. A soft quiet beat as they disappear from the space surrounding you. You hear footsteps rushing to your direction. But you know the voice. You know those steps. You’re afraid you’ve disappointed him.

His hand comes to your shoulders, gently, shaking. “My Jewel… My Darling… Speak, please.”

You flinch, turning in a way that has your back yelling at you. But you have to face him. Kinda. You can’t seem to open your eyes at the moment. There’s too much going on in your head and on your body. “...I’m sorry.”

“No.” He says. You can feel the Fierce Deity pick you up, like a treasure, and begin to move away from the spot to what you assume would be the makeshift camp. “I have failed to protect you. You shouldn’t apologize. I have failed my singular purpose.”

You bite your lip and try not to cry. It hurts. There’s so much pain. He takes notice, putting you down as gently as he can back onto the ground. He gently runs his hand over your face and your hair. He frowns and reaches to the back of your head. You swear he growls at the sense of your blood on his hands. You shiver again. It was a reminder that he is no more human than the creatures that attacked you.

He stands up. You hear it and panic, reaching out on an impulse. “Fierce-!”

He catches your hand and tenderly brings it back to your body. “I must go. I will fetch the healer. Stay.”

You open your eyes at last- not missing the unadulterated loathing on his face. His blade is unhitched from his back and he runs back into the battle with more ferocity than before. You can hear him yell. You can hear him scream. You can hear him take out all his pain and frustrations on the monsters that attack your traveling group.

The battle is over within the next five minutes. Many of the group have returned since the Fierce Deity has chosen to act upon his name sake. They felt that it was better (and safer) for them to get out of his way. Then they see you and you’re instantly tended to. You’re healed and bandaged up and given a quick meal to regain your strength.

The Fierce Deity returns solemnly. He’s still upset. It’s clear that the battle ended faster than he would have preferred it too.

He avoids your gaze.

You have to hold yourself back from whining as you make your way over to him. “...Fierce…”

He does not answer you.

You feel as if you might cry. You don’t want him to beat himself up about this. In the end, he had rescued you just like you knew he would.

“Fierce… look at me… please?” You try again, reaching for his hand.

He removes his hand from yours, albeit gently and sits down against the tree in a huff. He looks away from you again.

Your voice gets quiet as you kneel next to him. “Please don’t do this. I’d miss you.”

You reach for his hand again and this time he allows you to hold him. You crawl closer, sitting on your knees next to him. “I’m ok now… Look…”

He does, in fact, not look. Although his grip on your hand tightens marginally. “...I failed you.”

“You did no such thing.” You stress and crawl onto his lap. His shock is evident (as well the rest of the group but you’re ignoring them). “You saved me. How could that be worth pouting over?”

He appears taken aback. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to use those words. “...I am not…. Pouting…”

You smile, seeing the cracks in his carefully placed mask. “Yes you are. My Good Guardian, I had full faith that you would have come to my rescue. I’m just sorry that I worried you in the process.”

A non comical sound leaves him then. He reaches up to cup your jaw, gently reaching once more to the back of your head. He stays, fiddling with your hair gently before he pulls back to investigate his fingers. “...No blood…”

“All gone.” You agree, happy that the group helped you out with that.

He looks up- or rather- he looks directly into your eyes. A new facial expression comes over him. Before you have the time to piece together what it was, he takes your shoulders and pulls you toward him. He hugs you, wrapping his arms around you, keeping you securely on his lap. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, ignoring his massive size as he clings to you.

“...Never again… It… can not…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. You hug him back, gently teasing the hair on the back of his head in hopes of soothing him. You hum and let him have his moment in relative peace. “...I don’t think it will. It’s alright.”

You pull back and he lifts his head to meet you head on. You kiss his cheek and move to get comfortable against him. You can feel his heart pounding but you’re not entirely sure what the cause was.

The Fierce Deity looks down at you and adjusts the way he holds you. He lets you rest against him and tenderly runs his hands over your back. It’s a light, feathery touch. As if he wants to ingrain in his head the way you are. Healed and cleaned.

“...Jewel-”

“Hush, Darling. Rest.”

#legend of zelda #fierce deity x reader #lu fierce deity #implied lu #linked universe #linkeduniverse #technically

[oneshotnewbie]

In love with my best friend - Spencer Hastings x Reader

Authors note: This short story is not related to a request but is something I came up with that I couldn't get out of my head. Maybe you like it anyway! 🙈

Summary: There is one unspoken rule between best friends; never fall in love with them. But like most rules, this was made to be broken. You fell in love with Spencer and as luck would have it, she was dating Toby. But when you confess your love for her, everything turns out differently than you thought.

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Spencer Hastings was undoubtedly your best friend. Not that you had many friends, although there were plenty of people you got along with, you trusted nobody as much like Spencer. You had no siblings but a sister could hardly have been closer to you- you knew that.

It was odd. After all, you did only known each other a few years, but you assumed that time played less of a role in friendship than the experiences shared. And fighting side by side against a common enemy was certainly something that could bond two young girls together.

Yes, Spencer Hasting was a great woman; smart, kindhearted, brave, super loyal and absolutely reliable. And that is exactly what started growing butterflies in your stomach. However, there was one flaw that let you know you will never get to call her your girlfriend- when she could not stop babbling about her boyfriend.

"Oh, come on, Y/n!" she wailed in a tone that made you want to squeeze your hands into fists and dig your fingernails into your skin. Just a little, it would hardly hurt. "Do you not want to know what he got me for our anniversary?"

"No, I do not want to" you hissed as you dropped the fork with a clatter into the bowl.

Spencer seemed taken aback for a moment, but then her face lit up and she waved the necklace in front of your face again while you stared grimly at the piece of tomato that jumped out of the bowl. "Ha! You are only saying that because you do not know how great he is!"

Then your patience, which is quite thin by nature, snapped. "Damn it, Spencer!" you lifted your eyes to your best friend, who had moved intrusively close to you. The brunette was not exactly known for keeping a distance of discretion. "I do not care how great your fucking Toby is, okay?"

She slowly slipped her hands off the chain around her neck and the wide grin faded from her face as if the harshness you displayed tonight had wiped it away. However, she did not seem offended. On the contrary, she seemed extremely worried. "What is going on, shorty?"

"Nothing is wrong," with shaky fingers, you tried to lift the mushy tomato between your nails and shove it into the sink. "Just because I do not want to take a closer look at that gold chain around your neck that you bother me with all the time does not mean something is wrong"

Inside, you were despairing. You would most likely to want her to yell at you. Would love to hear her say how bad of a person you were, not enjoying their happiness. Maybe then you would feel less like a monster than you already did.

"There must be a reason for my best friend´s grumpy face though. You are never usually like that"

This almost made you laugh out loud. You were in the midst of a terrible war of emotions and feelings that were raging inside of you. Love and hate were close together and fought flawlessly in your soul for the rightness of them. On one hand, you were happy that the brunette had found someone who loved her with all her faults and flaws. However, you had hoped that you were the one who could offer all of those things to her.

You sighed deeply and got up to dump your dinner into the trash; your appetite was completely gone. Spencer´s face changed from a deep confusion to a frighteningly serious one that sent a chill down your spine. "It is about Toby, is it not?" In your stance, you flinched slightly and did not let a word escape your mouth, but she instantly knew that her guess was correct. "Ever since I told you it was serious between the two of us, you seemed completely lost in thought and distanced"

You still retreated in silence, but your hands were shaking so much that you dropped the empty bowl into the sink. And the youngest Hastings had noticed that too. Quickly, she jumped out of her chair and put her arm comfortingly around your shoulders while you clutched the marble, knuckles already turning white.

"I love you.." you began to speak in a low voice, looking down at your fingers scraping the stainless steel. Emily had previously advised you to stay away from the subject and try to shut off your feelings. She had warned you urgently, yet you had ignored every word and walked into a circular saw with open arms.

And worst of all, you did probably jeopardized the friendship with your stupid revelation.

"I did not mean to develop feelings for you but I did not stop them the first time I felt it and-" Spencer could clearly hear the uncertainty in your restless voice and stopped you to catch your breath. She pulled you closer and if you did not know her better, you would have assumes that she would want to kill you for ruining her relationship with the boy she fell in love with. "You have to stop,"

"With what?"

"Wanting to explain yourself," she paused for a moment, biting her lip as the front of her body gently pressed against your back and her head hovered over your shoulder. A clearing of her throat escaped her before she continued to speak. "Y/n, look at me"

You turned your face to her and saw a strange sight, two adult friends standing close together, one pulling the other into a tight and loving embrace. You, aware of how close Spencer was to you and how your heart started pounding violently in your chest, could not help but smile. "If Toby would see us like this.."

The older one seemed confused for a moment, then laughed out loud until her body shook with yours. Gently, she wrapped both arms tightly around your body and her face moved dangerously close to yours, your lips almost meeting. "I do not care"

With a mixture of curiosity and nervousness, you looked into her large and brown eyes, the color of which had darkened and was almost unrecognizable through the enlarged pupils staring at you.

"May I..?" Her gaze dropped to your lips with the warmest, friendliest smile you had ever seen and you nodded as your heart started leaping with excitement in your chest. As her soft lips brushed yours and kissed them gently, you felt the almost unnatural warmth that spread through every single fiber of your body.

As Spencer unintentionally pulled away from you, there was silence for a long moment before she began to whisper barely audible. "I have been waiting for this moment for so long, I did not think it would ever happen" her lips slammed back onto yours, slowly kissing their way down to your chin and shoulder before nibbling at the tender skin of your neck.

The sensation you felt overwhelmed your senses, letting you moan briefly before you laid your head back and thus allowed her to dive further with rough bites. Your hands settled on her hips, gently pulling her closer to you. They roamed her whole body until they caught on the buttons of her expensive blouse, that you were feverishly trying to open.

Spencer and you were so busy with each other, that you did not realized you were being watched from the patio door.

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[derpcakes]

What Makes Delicious in Dungeon’s Worldbuilding So… Delicious?

Minor spoilers for Delicious in Dungeon Volumes 1 – 5. At time of writing I’m only up to Volume 6, so please don’t spoil me any further in the comments!

I fell in love with a manga over the Christmas/new year’s break, a fantasy series called Delicious in Dungeon. Perhaps you’ve heard of it—it’s been picking up steam for a while now, and has just gotten a highly-anticipated anime adaptation. The story follows a fractured adventuring party into the depths of a strange, cursed dungeon; legend has it that at the centre of the labyrinth is the Golden City, rich with treasures, but our heroes’ current quest is to rescue one of their members from the stomach of a dragon. Flat broke from having all just died (more on that in a moment), the crew decide to forage for food inside the dungeon rather than buying supplies before they travel. An eccentric dwarf named Senshi agrees to help them out in exchange for the chance to cook the dragon when they reach it, and lo, our intrepid explorers venture forth to eat their way through the monster-filled, subterranean wilds.

While it has goofy comedic elements (and fantastic comedic timing, I might say), DiD is not just a light-hearted foodie series. Across the first few volumes I found my heart racing and my mind boggling as the stakes of the story solidified into something potentially quite dark and dire, while never losing the energy of an upbeat high fantasy romp. I found myself attached to all the characters, even ones that hadn’t initially impressed me. And in the midst of all this, I found myself marvelling at the tastiest part of this series: its worldbuilding, and the seemingly endless clever ways creator Ryoko Kui has constructed this fantasy setting so that feels like it lives and breathes.

Keep reading...

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi

[katakankollector]

DARK FAIRY-TALES SENTENCE STARTERS Sentences were taken from two wonderful songs by Lilith Max ( Peasant’s Throne & Big Bad Wolf ) and shall suit such topics as betrayal, royalty, intrigues, murder, temptation, shapeshifting, monster, werewolf, survival, fairy-tale, folktale, downfall. Slight changes occurred for rp needs. Change names and pronouns further as you see fitting.   [ art credit: "The Beauty and The Beast " by Matt Mahurin ]

I don't need a sword

You've come to take my skin

You've come to make some coin

My hunger still roars

It's just a whisper, I breathe in [ his ] ear

I came upon you so sudden

I watch [ his ] eyes, as they roam through the crowd

Yet your hunger roars more

I clean the stains of their fine blood

I wondered how I would catch you

I sit above while the peasants bow below

Only the forest will know

Little nightmare, you have beautiful eyes

Bow down and swear servility

I'm the bad wolf of fables 

I can see all the stories where beast go to die

The forest hides the truth

Now suddenly I see, why they call you a monster and not me

Come, feast upon all that is yours

Should I play with my prey

I can see all the stories where I'll go to die

[ He ] cannot see the world, from below like I do

[ His ] thoughts veil his view

You've come to wrap my teeth round your throat

Let me feast upon all that is yours

Little did I see the hunter in you

I fear there are traitors in our midst

From the highest tower, [ we ] watch the fight begin

And then it is too late

The one that stands before [ him ], is the one who stole [ his ] throne

I am the king

The rest is history

The smirk on your face is  far crueler than mine

I should have seen it all come close

Not noticing my hands on [ his ] crown, bringing it all down

I failed to notice the glint of your knife

A blade cuts through the air

There's one tale that begins deep, deep in the forest

I don't need advisors

[ He ] wonders who it is

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