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emmyrosee · 1 year

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y’all gonna hate this and I’m okay with that. tw//feet. nothing explicit, but I hate feet so here’s your warning too LMAOOO-

Annoying Sunarin is your favorite pastime.

He’d be a liar if he said his wasn’t annoying you, but there’s just something so satisfying about the way he sits there and takes it, only to snap and turn completely feral right back at you.

And it’s not like your annoying is mean or rude, you do it strictly to inconvenience him- like eating all the crusts off his pizza, or drawing smiley faces all over his volleyballs (although, the one time you put “I love you!” sticky notes all over his car was one of the more aggressive annoyances) he still chooses to forgive you when you get under his skin.

This, you’re sure, is one of those times you’re extra determined, wanting his attention and his alone.

But instead he’s doing a stupid Instagram live, talking about his rest week before his team leaves for the next two.

You want war. You’re ready to fight it.

Creeping into the living room, you’re smiling at the sight of him, slouched over the coffee table and head resting on the glass while he talks about the team, his practices, and least importantly, how much he loves you.

That, definitely, is not going to fly.

“Yeah, It’s definitely been weird not having practice every day, but I do like being at home-“

Instantly, he sees your grinning frame standing in the doorway. He looks you up and down in suspicion, but even he can’t wipe his own smile growing on his face. “What’re you up to, booger?”

“Wanna see something cute?”

And at this point, okay, Rintaro should know better than to say yes, or at the bare minimum tell you to show him later, but for whatever reason, he stupidly says ‘sure. Why not?’ and watches as you toddle over eagerly.

You take your spot on the couch and lay on your back, shuffling slightly to be comfortable, and suddenly, before he knows it, your fuzzy-socked-foot’s on his shoulder. He feels his annoyance grow, but he knows you’re doing this on purpose, and he’s not going to give you that satisfaction of making him agitated.

“Guys,” he begins, addressing the livestream which is filling with comments. “I think I spoke to soon about the happy to be home thing.”

“Don’t be rude!” You snap, poking his cheek with a pointed toe. “I’m excited, don’t be mean!” Your fuzzy toe moves to play with his ear, and he shrinks his neck at the feeling.

“Seriously?” He snorts, looking your foot up and down. “On Doja Cat’s green, Planet Her, you’re shoving your feet in my face? On my Instagram live?”

“I wanted to show you my socks!” You say happily, wiggling your toes. “They’ve got toe beans.”

“That’s nice dear, now let me get back to the people.”

“Uh, your live is not as important as my socks with toe beans,” you scoff.

“Please excuse my insignificant other’s nasty ass feet, they’re being a disappointment to their bloodline,” he says, poking his tongue in his cheek before casting you a warning look.

“You’re just mad because your bloodline likes me more than you!”

He blinks with a lazy smirk on his lips, and you, with your foot still on his shoulder, gently go to prod him one more time with your socked toe.

Except now, to your horror filled excitement, his massive hand wraps around your ankle, and you cackle in anticipation. “You’re on camera!” You warn, jerking wildly. He glances over at the Instagram live, comments now flying over the screen, and he shrugs, “they’re fine. You gonna behave?”

You don’t say anything, merely giggling and trying to tug your foot back. It’s another sign of your defiance without actually saying anything at all, and damnit, if it’s a war you want, it’s a war you’ll get.

Shrugging, he rips the fluffy sock off your foot and throws it back at you, looking at your foot curiously.

“Do you think I could fit your whole foot in my mouth?”

“EXCUSE ME?” you shriek, immediately trying to pull your foot from his grip, which only tightens as he looks up at you with a smirk.

“Do you know how famous we’d get on the hub? Just me, suckin’ at your toes, flicking them with my tongue-“

“GIVE ME MY FOOT BACK!” You cackle, swatting him with your sock as he chuckles and finally does release your leg, watching in full amusement as you scramble away.

He watches his viewers reactions to his filth fly across his screen (some of the more perverse ones having to be blocked) and he shakes his head at you as you escape quickly to the bedroom. “Keep your dogs in control, will ya? This live is important!”

“You were just talking about pregnancy cravings, no it’s not!”

He takes a deep inhale through his nose, then he sighs dramatically and shakes his head.

“I’ll log back on later, guys. Gotta go polish some piggies.”

“NAAAOOOOO!”

Needless to say, that would be a tactic you’d never use again to get his attention, this mission being unsuccessful.

Or… was it?

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marleyybluu · 1 year

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You and rio bring too loud and the kids having an idea what y’all are doing

Thin Walls

Rio Martinez x black!fem!reader

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, smut, not so sneaky sex, oral f!receiving, cussing, p in v sex, creampie bcus i have a problem, use of 'daddy', use of y/n, shitty ending cus i ran out of things to say.

"Mmm, you always starting shit." Y/n groaned as her husband kissed down her neck, his warm arms wrapped around her waist as she washed the dishes. "Come on baby, just a little quick one."

Yn giggled as he nibbled on her earlobe, his sneaky hands running up her shirt. It had been a while since they had any alone time and if she was honest, it felt like she was constantly throbbing with every touch he gave her, even a simple wink made her want to jump him. How could she not? Rio was so fine, well-tatted, he treated her like the most precious diamond in the world and when he put it down on her he made sure she could barely speak after.

It's not like they didn't have the time for it, but there was always-

"Mommy!"

-little interruptions.

Rio kissed his teeth and chuckled getting off of her as tiny footsteps came closer to their environment. Their thirteen-year-old son Marcus and their nine-year-old son Marcello came with poked-out bottom lips. "Can we have a snack please?"

"Why don't you ever call for your father huh? Y'all only call him to play ball or video games." She was joking, if the boys needed her for anything they could always rely on her and they knew that but sometimes it'd be nice for them to holler for their father more often. "He doesn't make good snacks." Marcus scolded. Rio scoffed throwing a plastic cup that she just washed at him, she kissed her teeth and glared at her husband, sometimes it felt like she had three kids instead of two.

Rio searched the pantry for some goodies, he tossed a bag of Cheetos on the counter and told them to snack on those. They groaned but grabbed the bag and went back to their activities upstairs. "Easy peasy," His hands found their way back to her skin. "Now where were we?"

Yn ignored him, well tried at least, but her body's response was a dead giveaway. She inhaled sharply as his teeth playfully grazed across her shoulder blade, he squatted down behind her— he smirked lifting her little skirt that she may or may not have worn on purpose. She sighed when his teeth sunk into her cheeks, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to leave a faint outline. Yn leaned forward giving him further access to her pussy, he moaned at the prettiest sight in front of him.

His tongue danced between her glistening slit, she quietly gasped at the quick contact. "I'll fuck you right here if you want it." He teased. She didn't want to say it, every time she begged for him she sounded like a desperate little bitch. And maybe she was.

"Rio..." She whined pushing back, he spanked her. "I wanna hear it."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fu-"

BOOM! A loud thud disrupted their moment and a faint argument started upstairs. Both parents let out a frustrated sound. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Rio cursed. Yn snickered. "That sounds like a problem for Dad."

He put her skirt back down and pressed a quick kiss against her neck. "I'm not done with you mama, trust me."

Those words lingered in her atmosphere long after he'd left, she was wondering if it was too late to call someone to watch the boys so she could get some time with her husband but they had school tomorrow, what was one more day before the weekend?

The day felt like it was passing so slowly, the couple shot little looks at each other and small touches as they passed by. The boys did their homework, ate dinner, showered and were now downstairs playing video games until their bedtime. Rio found this to be the perfect opportunity to resume his actions from earlier. He double-checked to make sure they had their headphones on which they did. Rio snuck upstairs peeping through every room until he found his wife right where he wanted her.

Yn was minding her business with her towel wrapped around her tits, she was fresh out of the shower and going through her skincare routine. Rio slid inside the room gently closing the door and locking it. The tick of the lock made the hairs on her neck stand at attention. "Hey baby," He smiled walking over to her. "Hi..." She responded curiously watching him remove his shirt and toss it on the floor. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged loosening his belt, his hands coming into contact with her soft skin. "I can't just sneak up on my lady once in a while?" His warm arms held her waist as she applied her serum. "You can." She quirked an eyebrow, "You look suspicious, what'd you break?"

He sucked his teeth. "I'm trynna break you." She blushed pushing back against him. "The boys are downstairs," She reminded. Rio shook his head and pressed his lips to the column of her neck, and moved up until he got to the back of her ear, whispering. "You don't miss me?"

Her eyes fluttered as she felt her towel loosening, "I do." She mewled, "They're playing video games," He explained delivering another smooch, "Headphones are on," His sneaky nimble fingers danced against her thigh. "They won't hear shit."

Before she could respond his hands left her body, she whined yearning for them to return to their places. She watched through the mirror as Rio, who was now stripped to his boxers, made himself comfortable on the bed, she was fighting the urge all she could but it'd been so long. She turned to see his eyes glued to her, waiting for her to make her decision.

One round wouldn't hurt.

His eyes flashed with joy as the towel hit the floor, her pretty naked body presented in front of him, he licked his lips darting his eyes to the various tattoos that soaked into her coffee-coloured skin. He nodded for her to come over and she giggled skipping over to him. The bed dipped under her weight, she straddled him, his hands resting on her thighs. "I swear when them boys leave this weekend..."

Her hands lay flat beside his head as she came in closer, plump and glossy lips dangerously close to him. "What's gonna happen, baby?" She teased flicking her tongue against his pouty bottom lip. "I'll fuck you all over this house girl, stop playin' with me." She squealed after receiving a hard slap on her ass. Y/n leaned down pressing their lips together, tongue tangling in a sweet dance, she moaned as his hands travelled down the side of her thighs pulling her forward to sit right on top of the tent in his boxers.

Her clit twitched feeling the material brush against it. "Fuck, maybe we should wait." His lips moved down the column of her neck and down to her chest. "You sure?" He teased, the way she was not-so-subtly grinding against his erection, gave him a whole different answer. "No." She whimpered. Their bodies tussled as they switched positions, Rio sat back on his knees pulling down his boxers, her eyes glued to his hard dick, so pretty and begging to be sucked.

"Later," He said as though reading her mind. He left smooches down the valley of her heavy breasts, taking one in his mouth, his hand doing the rest of the work in finding itself between her legs. His middle finger slid between her lips, she flinched, just one touch could spark her whole body up. He ran it back up her slit, joining his ring finger into the mix-- the pads of his fingers slowly toyed with her sensitive bud. She let out a deep sigh, "Baby, please,"

"Let me have my fun, don't worry about it."

She groaned, she was impatient, and just because the boys had headphones on does not mean they couldn't just burst in. They were on a time crunch. He moved his mouth down to replace his fingers, his tongue now playing with her emotions, she bit her lip to suppress her moans but failed miserably once she felt those fingers return, stretching her out a bit. His fingers quickly became slick with her arousal, "Fuuuck," Her eyes closed as she just allowed the pleasure to encapsulate her body, her toes curled and nails scratching at his scalp. All she could manage was a consistent string of "Oh, yes." and "Fuck, fuck!" Him constantly reminding her about the boys as if that wasn't her main concern just a few seconds ago.

She clenched around him once and he removed his digits and whined when he placed a gentle kiss on her clit. He went back to sitting on his knees, his fingers gliding against the smoothness of her inner thighs. She used that opportunity to try and nudge his boxers below his waist, he caught wind of what she was doing and immediately jolted her legs back. "Hm, maybe we should wait." He taunted. She whimpered.

"Hold your legs." He instructed, her hands resting in the crook behind her knee holding them apart giving him a full display of her pussy, he groaned pulling down his last piece of material. He tapped his sticky tip against her clit before sliding down her slit and pushing inside her heat. An almost pornographic moan left her throat, her own hand covering up her mouth to muffle another sound. He pulled back and slowly re-entered her warmth, shivers running up his skin. He could never get tired of this feeling. How cozy she felt, so tight and snug around his dick-- sticky and wet just for him. Y/n's shaky hand pressed against his belly button to hold him back from giving her too much.

Rio smirked shaking his head. She was lucky he wanted to make this quick otherwise he'd pin her down. A string of whimpers was all he could hear, "Yes," Her head fell back, the pleasure creeping up her skin. He leaned down resting his head in the curve of her neck and shoulder, lips finding their way to her hot skin. The dip at the base of her throat glistened with sweat. "Ohhh, Christopher."

"You feel good baby?"

She gripped his bicep. "So good, so fucking good."

Her eyes rolled back, her nails scratching his skin leaving numerous red trails. His name flowed like a river out of her mouth, her back arched pressing their chests together, and her walls convulsed around him. His hands went under her back and she wrapped her arms around her neck while he showered her in more affection. She was receiving an overwhelming sense of pleasure that she didn't want to stop, his tip was ramming into her soft spot she was dripping down his dick, her juices even running down his balls. Tears brimmed her lower lashes, she was getting close. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum on this dick, don't hold out on me." He growled.

Y/n felt her eyes cross and her mouth open but no words left only her panting which in itself was enough to send Rio over. His thrusts becoming sloppier she knew he was just as close as she was. "Y/n, oooh I'm cummin' baby." His voice was raspy, and his body heat increased. "Nut in me, please."

Her toes curled as she leaked onto him, her walls quickly tightening around him and her body falling almost limp. She gasped feeling his cream ooze inside of her and quietly giggled at their mess.

Of course, he'd get her messy after she just came out of the shower. He leaned down giving her a quick kiss before pulling out. Y/n slowly sat up and looked over at him. "I just got clean you know."

He shrugged and chuckled at the fake irritation in her eyes. Her naked body slipped out of bed and wandered to their shared bathroom, she reached her hand out for him. He did not hesitate to chase her inside the shower.

The next morning was off to a late start, Y/n rushed downstairs searching for something to make for the boys' lunch which she usually did the night before but obviously got distracted and forgot to do it. She ran her hands over her face in frustration as she instead searched for her purse so she could at least give them money for lunch.

"Good... morning." Marcus greeted side-eyeing his mother as he walked around the other side of the kitchen island. "Morning, sweetheart, how'd you sleep?" She was still a bit flushed about last night's events. "I don't know."

She scrunched up her face. "You don't know. Okay. Well, what do you want for break-"

"We had breakfast already, I'm just waiting for Celly so that we can go." He answered quickly continuing to avoid eye contact with her. Her eyebrows squeezed together leaving a small dimple in her forehead that she often got when she was confused. "You're not going to say bye to your dad?"

He snickered and shook his head. "Okay, Marcus Emilio Martinez, what is going on this morning? Why won't you look at me? And what was so funny about what I just said?"

Marcus exhaled dramatically and finally looked over at his mom but cringed when he did so. "Don't you mean to call him, Daddy?"

Y/n clutched her imaginary pearls, fuck sake-- they heard them. She buried her head in her hands, her shoulders bounced as she awkwardly laughed about what was being discussed so early in the day. "Marcus..."

"Marcello doesn't know anything, he fell asleep in the middle of the game, I carried him upstairs and heard... some things."

"Fuck..." She mumbled. "Heard that a lot too."

Y/n was utterly embarrassed, she just scarred her kid for the rest of his life. She beat herself up for falling into that trap, she tried her best to be quiet. "Marcus, I am so sorry-"

"I don't want to talk about it, I'll take Marcello and we'll catch the bus today."

On cue, her youngest walked in. "Morning Mommy,"

"Morning, honey. Sorry, I didn't make it down on time for breakfast."

"It's okay," He shrugged flashing his almost toothless smile. Oh the innocence of that boy, naive to all that had transpired between last night and this morning. Marcus checked his watch and urged his little sibling to grab his bag. She bent down pressing a kiss to his head, it was Marcus' turn but he inched back a bit. "I'll give it twenty-four hours." He laughed, and he hugged her as a replacement.

She handed him a bit of cash, enough for himself and his brother and he headed out the door. Y/n sighed, she turned around to see Rio finally entering the kitchen. "Mornin', pretty girl."

She crossed her arms poking her tongue against the inside of her cheek. "What?"

She grabbed a nearby towel and chucked it at him. "Marcus heard us last night, I told you we should've waited until this weekend."

Rio found it amusing really, he laughed and shook his head. "This was a team effort mama, you didn't want to wait either."

"Don't pin it on me too." She pouted, he snuck up behind her encasing her in his arms his lips returning to her neck as if they weren't on her all night. "Well, I mean... they're not home now."

She gently elbowed him in the stomach. "Become familiar with your right hand."

"Come on, really?"

"Yep."

If you liked this fic feel free to like this fic.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated.

I still have no idea what Rio's last name is (If he even has one in the show I dont remember) so I'm just gonna use Martinez from now on.... I think it suits him. Peace and love

tags: @skyesthebomb @rio-reid-whoreee

(also tagging who I think would be interested): @darqchilddaydreamz

#rio x black!reader #rio #goodgirls #rio fanfic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #good girls rio #rio good girls #viewer discretion is advised #rio x reader #smut #rio smut

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 10 months

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Hi everyone,

I found a somewhat disturbing study that was done by Kingson University about euthanizing autistic people in the Netherlands. I’ll the link to the article here if anyone wants to read the entire thing.

I’ll leave some excerpts below. View discretion is advised.

Several people with autism and intellectual disabilities have been legally euthanized in the Netherlands in recent years because they said they could not lead normal lives, researchers have found.

The cases included five people younger than 30 who cited autism as either the only reason or a major contributing factor for euthanasia, setting an uneasy precedent that some experts say stretches the limits of what the law originally intended.

In 2002, the Netherlands became the first country to allow doctors to kill patients at their request if they met strict requirements, including having an incurable illness causing “unbearable” physical or mental suffering.

Between 2012 and 2021, nearly 60,000 people were killed at their own request, according to the Dutch government’s euthanasia review committee. To show how the rules are being applied and interpreted, the committee has released documents related to more than 900 of those people, most of whom were older and had conditions including cancer, Parkinson’s and ALS.

#autism #actually autistic #tw euthanasia #cw euthanization #viewer discretion is advised #autism spectrum #kingson university study #netherlands #reblog if you wish

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frootsnak · 6 months

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It's nearly Halloween... you know what that means.... Time for the annual rewatch of Devilman: The Birth and Devilman: The Demon Bird available for free on Youtube

#viewer discretion is advised there's body horror & gore & animal death. Also the english dub is very special I prefer it. WAHEY!!#if you've seen crybabby this is very different. it has Whimsy it has Trumpets it has Superior characterisation of Ryo+Sirene.#<- Evil Naked Bird Person liker #devilman

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 1 month

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'Who am I to Complain?'

As part of my own contribution to this year's first day of Spring 2024, aka the in universe birthday of one Richard John Grayson-Wayne, the First Robin and the crime fighter known as Nightwing, I would like this opportunity finally....FINALLY...posting up for you all a fic that's been in my drafts for pretty much the better part of any entire year. Originally meant on being released last Christmas, various forms of delay, writer's block and other general distractions have prevented me from finally finishing such a project. Well finally after such anticipation at least on my end, I have managed creating a final form for this story I think can satisfy.

For very quick context, this story is a component of my long running idea proposing and lore building of my own version of the DC Comics Universe. In particular, it takes within the long storyline both @thattimdrakeguy and I have crafted for the better part of two years, the first part being involved within the hypothetical Nightwing solo book, 'Clipped Wings' and its follow up crossover with Detective Comics proper, "Blue Hawk Down'. For more information regarding the general summaries of events, check out the links here and here.

I shall like to dedicate this story to my mutuals and friends @adalineozie @meara-eldestofthemall @nightglider124 @faesystem @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @mothnem @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @sbd-laytall @theredheaded-stuff @celaenaeiln @starlightbelle @shootingstarssel @avaraydrake @pin-crusher2000 @sillymanwithocs @batboyblog @bluegarners @tarisilmarwen @orange-s-mario @altinyns-multimedia-museblog @katmaatui and so many others

Constructive Criticisms are Generally Welcome; Replies and Especially Reblogs are greatly appreciated

The Following May Contain Graphic Scenes of Violence, References to Sexual Assault and other themes not suitable for a Young Audience. Viewer Discretion is Heavily Advised

As per usual, All Rights and Copyrights to Characters and Concepts seen in this work are owned by DC Comics, Inc, a subsidiary of DC Entertaiment and Warner Bros. Discovery

With all that....Happy Birthday Dick Grayson....Here's my gift of Grade A angst for you

Sigh. Cough Cough

Look at yourself. Just Honest to God, Dick, just look at yourself.

Take a good look at those cuts, that blood all over your ugly as hell face, that blood pouring out of your stupid, big fat hole you call a mouth. You wanna know who’s Goddamn fault it was for all this? You wanna know who's responsible for you being more pathetic and a freak than you already are? Cough Cough

You.

Don’t try to deny it. Why should you?

After all, you allowed this to happen to you, right? Not just with what happened tonight but over these last few weeks. You know what I’m talking about. Losing your home and failing to find out how despite insisting you paid for it. What will Kory Cough say now when she comes back and sees that home you wanted to allow her into isn’t even yours anymore? What kind of fiance are you to allow that?

Why stop there? Here you are, without any place to call a house, your face gushing and oozing red as it had been lately, broke, nobody likes you, not a single damn soul cares about you. You wanna know who’s fault it is? Yours. In fact, as you right now are flinging that bottle of peroxide into your ugly face and stinging from it as you deserve, how about we explore what even happened tonight that led to this, shall we?

I think I should…Cough

Three Hours Earlier….

BAM

“Ack!”

“Tell Us Goddamnit, You Blue Wearing Cunt!!”

As if I would. How do I tell these bastards where the hell Bruce is if I wasn’t even able to speak to him for weeks by now?

I know what you’re thinking, ‘but are you his…’

Stop right there right now. If you’re gonna pull that whole ‘you’re his son’ bullshit on me, for one thing, at the very most I was adopted, I ain’t his real kid. I never deserved being his real kid at all given who we are. Another thing too; if he were to come to my help, he would’ve done so about…God knows how many times by now lately. I would handle it anyways, what kind of person needs any sort of father or even friends when it was their own damn fault they wound up taking two bullets to the hamstrings?

Why yes, that’s what I’m going through and yes it was my Goddamn fault being this utterly stupid and an utter embarrassment with my training for getting caught by those sickos like I was. Now you are thinking, everyone has an off day and…

BAM BAM BAM BAM

Crap! Two on the calves and two more on my hamstrings, I can tell.

“Motherfucker….” Damn it all they weren’t supposed to hear that. Great, now they laugh at it.

The hell’s wrong with me? There’s no time to let them know what’s going with my nerves acting up.

“You know, guys” (Cough) Keep it in, Grayson! You got something to say these assholes need to hear Damnit! “ You’re getting absolutely nowhere right now. If I knew where Batman was, I still wouldn’t tell you. So what the hell makes you think I do then after an hour and…”

“Shut the fuck up, Birdfreak!”

BAM

A kick right to my face? Yeah, another in my long line of failures and that one was justified; I should’ve seen that one coming. Hey, compared to the bullet holes though, it’s nothing really. Besides why even be hurt by that when I have this lowlife staring directly at my ugly mug of a face right now?

“You know him, more than us here! You have to know where he went! We got a sweet little gig here and I ain’t rushing to see that pointy eared son of a dick trying to ruin it! ‘Sides, you��re in our hands now, so you see; once we’re all done here one way or another, we can get that dough from the cops since they’re looking for you more than us! Now you tell us if he knows about this place and if he’s coming, will ya?! We ain’t got all night and I’m missing my game!”

Sweet little gig? As in the child trafficking operation they got here right now? Some of those children right behind me behind a cage like animals, forced to see me pinned on my torso and face, taking crap in many ways from them? They call that ‘sweet’ in mine and their faces?!

“You calling that a game? Selling kids to sexual slavery? I really hate to see what’ll be your idea for a movie if that’s what you.re saying” That quip, I couldn’t help, it was damn true and these creeps needed to hear that. It was about as much a fact as Bruce hates me right now and rightfully so.

Yet all they do is laugh even harder than before. They’re really….really starting to get on my nerves.

Their ringleader grins ever so much in my face. His disgusting and unbearable cigarette smoke billows in my face. “So what?”

So what? So what?? Is that really your best retort to me? It’s unbelievable, just what kind of devils and evils dwell in this city. But it’s evil I hunt for every single night. No one around me sees what I have to or does what I do around these parts. Not Bruce, not Tim, not Kory, no Donna….no one. On that note, no one should have to. Maybe it’s my failure to stop evil like this and everything I do, everything so wrong and never good enough, that’s why I’m certain Bruce decided just to cut me off.

No job, no place I can call a house or a home to stay in, no money, no spare clothes, no answering my calls, nothing. It’s been about three months of this so far, a three month test to see if I break if I had nothing, only for the big bad bat wanting me to literally cry my way back home to him. You know what? Screw you too, Bruce. Or whoever was doing all this. I know that, even for you Bruce, ins outs of everything, even you normally won’t stoop this low. It’s not just nothing I’ve been trying to figure out suggests otherwise. Maybe it’s just this….paranoia….no I can’t be paranoid. What’s happening is real and I need to deal with it and…

“Hey Cockscuker, you listening to me??”

Oh right, this asshole.

Looking at him, I can’t help myself but make my eyes go towards his own. What does he think would work now to make me talk?

In his hands was some sort of object. It looks bladed, I can tell based on the glistening of the steel coming from the moonlight coming in through the window. Once he gets a bit closer, I see it now….oh of course….a damn pizza cutter. Oh and just my luck too, in his other hand is a goddamn cheese grater. I guess either this warehouse is for kitchen tools or just my karma telling me how much I fucking suck and rightfully so again. Maybe the latter.

The asshole only grins at me. “Okay then, maybe some…slices can get ya to talk. What do you say?”

I take a deep breath and brace my teeth within my mouth. No use crying out, screaming or any of that weakness than I already showed earlier . This frankly I deserve, and come on.

I’ve taken a few swings from a baseball bat from Two Face, got injected with Slade’s nanoscopic probes that were shredding my cells inside and out, got blasted by an alternate Luthor, forcibly swallowed a heart paralyzing pill by Slade and the actual Luthor (that bald cunt)….and now just a circular blade and a metal sheet with blades on it on my forehead and face?

Seems fitting enough to take; whatever I’ve done and didn’t do in my vow to protect the innocent and never strive off the path of justice, being a terrible friend, never good enough for Batman as I had always been, letting the only two people that actually had any right to care for me fall to the sandy and hard floor, shattering almost every bone in their bodies when I had only one job to do which was catch them….yeah this is appropriate. This is exactly what I deserve after all of that. Losing my home, my job, and my means to do basically anything for myself, I deserve that.

Who am I to complain, really?

Back at the Present Day….

Sssszzzz….

“Ah Fuck!”

Peroxide…it never fails to emit any sort of sting on any sort of cut, don’t it, Dick?

Oh but you gonna start cussing and feeling it now? What the hell’s wrong with you? You can’t handle just a tiny sting of this shit without any yells?

Suck it up, will ya? You’re acting like a spoiled brat.

Who are you to complain about really?

Oh and by the way, there goes the last of our Peroxide, just circling down this old bathroom sink drain into God knows sewer pipes along with the blood it splashed off. You're gonna have to fetch some more, Dick. It’s not like Bruce is gonna get us anymore.

Fuck Him.

We’ve been putting up with his shit every since we lost are damn place to stay in, then our jobs all over this city, villain after villain breaking out, us being blamed for the Mayor, his wife and girl getting ripped to shreds and blood all over one day with one of your Wingdings, making you hunted down from pretty much everyone (for what only $1.5 Billion Alive? Oh c’mon that's too generous of a bounty for you. I’d put myself at about only 25 cents given your piss poor track record); You know for sure Bruce did all this, all behind the scenes, pulling every string he can to get us like this.

And why? Letting him know that you can take care of ourselves that one time and him being this offended by it? Well, fuck it, You’ve been showing him alright! Things are shittybut maybe that’s just how he likes it for you. Nothing gonna change that anytime soon; might as well make it the best for you, because it’s all you can do by now.

So now, no shoes, no fucking good socks at all, only one pair of torn sweats, that black tee, suit and toothbrush in your bag, here in this damn blizzard….every breathe getting…heavier….kinda….getting hard to stay awa…Cough Cough Cough

Hey! Cut it out, Dickface! Cough Keep going at least somewhere! Anywhere out of this snow…so much of it….Wait, that spot there, in this alley. That’ll work for now.

You hear that, laying on this backpack now….yeah this’ll work….at least not being out in that wind, though…..so much snow….it’s everywhere. It’s been everywhere these last few days. Fitting really, since well you do hear that right?

C’mon pick it up, Dick, your ears can’t be that piss poor

Cough

“May I, as your new Mayor, wish us all in this dear Bludhaven…..”

Yeah, there it is…..old Mafia boss now politician giving his speech for what today is.

“A Good…Merry ... .Christmas…!”

Okay, you get the idea. At least that’s one thing you got right….

Getting sleepy now….

…...pretty cold…..tomorrow might be better….

But at least that’s one thing, Dick….

…this damn city….all of its people….they got a good Christmas….

Gotta close your eyes now…..

Wait….that the Redbird….isn't that….can’t be Timmy…..

Cough Cough

Heh…looks like he tripped…Not real though….can’t be…..Bruce doesn’t care….you don’t need him…..but yeah….need rest…..you gave them a good Christmas

Who…am….I….to….Cough…..Complain?

#dick grayson #my posts #first day of spring #fanfic #content warning #cw violence #cw self loathing #cw gore #cw blood #cw self deprecation #cw child abuse #sfw #viewer discretion is advised #cw language

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stagbeetleboy · 1 year

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⚠️gore/mutilation

The assassination attempt on Hego Demask really was the beginning of his downfall. He went full geriatric phantom of the opera after this.

#star wars #star wars legends #star wars: darth plagueis #darth plagueis #horror art #injury cw #blood cw #cw: gore #viewer discretion is advised #if you don’t have these tags blocked I’m sorry #you can suggest more tags for me to add #stagart

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road-kill-eater · 10 months

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#if im posting under a readmore u should already kno whats going down #but suffice to say viewer discretion is advised #-teleports-

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 3 months

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Just discovered that "Octavian" is also the name of a character from a children's book series, and if you found this blog through jokes about human sacrifice and Octagrippa I am A) so sorry and B) laughing my ass off.

#pjo fans still welcome but i talk about dark topics sometimes so...viewer discretion advised!#romans with unfortunate names #just roman memes #jlrrt speaks

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baby-xemnas · 2 days

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being a hater (lwl critique warning)

lol lmao i rly only respect ppl who ship lawlu who do it as a fun thing and dont try to make it super deep and emotional cuz they inevitably always make law sadder and more pathetic and i hate that so much

hes not lonely he doesnt need a "first sunshine in his life since rocinante"

lol and lmao you are plain wrong to want luffy to "save him"

actual story is that after rocinante law met bepo shachi and penguin and then all of his later crew members, he has connections that fill his heart

he is not some miserable lonely nerd with a broken heart that he needs luffy to mend it

thats not even close to canon law, it throws away so much of his character to fit your uwus it sucks

luffy is not even big on heart mending, in your scenarios luffy does it just by existing but again it sucks shit and would only work if law was some kind of lost soul in crisis

sorry i just saw untagged art and anon made me think abt how disrespectful ppl who claim to "like" law can be

#this is plain hate at a certain type of fans might delete later #viewer discretion is advised

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strawberryamanita · 5 months

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Oops I'm obsessed

#not 3 minutes into the video and i'm obsessed #jerma985 #jerma #jerma 985 #rdi #viewer discretion is advised #i'm just gonna start using this tag sincerely now lmao #dougdoug #the shuffler

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youre-only-gay-once · 2 years

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Yes thank you Marvel that’s so informative and helpful. some unspecified scenes could be upsetting for unknown reasons, i really know whether i need to avoid it now

#marvel can't even write a decent viewer discretion advised blurb #marvel

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marleyybluu · 6 months

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So Fine

Rio Martinez x black!fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: 18+, little bit of porn, little bit of plot, quickies in the bathroom, oral (m receiving), hitting it from the back, reader is described as curvaceous (but like once), no use of y/n, someone's not wearing panties, use of the word cock oops again, established relationship, sort of a shit ending cus I'm fried, creampies (obviously)

A/N: not necessarily inspired by the song I guess, I was listening to it when i wrote it so. and again no deep descriptions but reader has braids so shes a black woman in mind

(Sorry if the gif quality is shit lol)

His eyes were on her all night and he knew the minute this engagement party was over he'd be able to have his way with her. They didn't really want to make a big deal about their engagement but both their moms insisted they have a little party, and collect some gifts, they bared through it for the love of their sweet mothers. She wore an olive green dress that seemed to be glued to her, the outline of her curvaceous shape had him drooling, with a bit of champagne in his system he was ready to go home. But you can't leave your own party early, can you?

He had gotten caught in a conversation with her father and as much as he loved the man he told some long ass stories, always deriving to a different one and explaining how it's connected to the current one. All he could do was hum and nod and throw in an occasional word or two, but his eyes seemed to never leave her as she participated in her own conversation with her cousins. Her laughter tickled his ears and he was surprised he could hear it over the music and talking. One of them nudges her and tries their best to point him out discreetly but he catches it, she turns her head and smiles at him and he smiles back. She excuses herself from the girls and makes her way over to them, she places a hand on her dad's shoulder and his attention is now on his little girl.

"Are you talking his ear off again?" She asks kissing his cheek. Her dad shakes his head. "No, just... tellin' him some stories."

She sighs and tilts her head. "I'm supposed to marry this man, do not tell him anything else embarrassing please."

Her dad laughs and shrugs. "I mean you already got him, he's not going anywhere."

"He's right, I'm not." Rio finally chimes in, she leaves her dad's side and slips her fingers in with Rio's. "Can we put a pause on the story? I just need his help for a second." She lies and he relaxes with relief that she'd come to save the day, happy to finally get a moment with her too. "Of course, take him."

They say goodbye and she tugs him inside and towards a hallway where there are fewer people. "Thank you, I love your dad but-"

"I know, trust me," She giggles. He squeezes her hand affectionately and lifts their arms up, she doesn't hesitate to give him a twirl and he groans. "You're so fucking fine. I love this dress."

"Thank you." She says looking down at her own body, she did look good tonight. She takes a last sip from her own glass of champagne and holds the now empty glass at her side, she eyes him up and down before boldly stating, "I have no panties on."

His eyes widened a bit, she got him. She looks around to make sure no one notices that both of them vanish into the guest bathroom nearby. She pulls him inside and locks the door, she puts her empty glass on top of the counter and turns to face him with her palms pressed against the cold countertop as she leans back. Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip and her eyes shift down to the tent forming in his pants, she smiles and looks back up at his dilated eyes. She slides down into a squatting position, her high heels helping her put less pressure on her knees, her hands run over his brown belt and she eagerly undoes the buckle.

She pulls them down along with his boxers and his half-hard cock heavily pops out, she smiles gently taking him in her soft grip, her tongue slides from the base to the tip, she takes him in her mouth and his hands immediately fall on top of her head. She moans feeling him grow inside her mouth with every suck and lick. His rosy pink lips part and small huffs of breath escape, his eyes close for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her wet and warm mouth around him. His hips buck forward, his tip hitting the back of her throat, she pulls her head back-- a trail of drool connecting from his tip to her chin.

She was such a pretty sight to see. She looks up at him holding eye contact while taking his dick in her mouth once again. Rio whines throwing his head back. She bobs her head at a slow pace, her hand comes up to cup his balls and he nearly loses his fucking mind, she carefully squeezes them, and fondles them to add to his pleasure.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me, baby." He moans. A familiar feeling washes over him, his eyes blink open, his hands grip her hair and he pulls her off of him. "I don't want to come in your mouth." He says between pants. "Why not?" She pouts. He wraps his hand around her arm pulling her up on her feet, he turns her around and she bends over for him. His hands greedily lift up her dress so that it now hangs around her hips. His eyes flash with desire when he realizes she really went commando. "You think you can tell me you're not wearing panties and expect me to not want to come inside you."

She moans at his remark. His hands roved her body, squeezing her fleshy thighs, the feeling of her soft skin making him harder to the point where it was almost painful. He runs his fingers over her swollen pussy, her arousal dripping out of her, he licks his finger and practically melts at her taste. "Baby..." She whines pushing back on him, he smiles at the fact that she was just as needy and horny as him. His hands land on her hips, his foot nudging her legs further apart. He drives his hips forward, slowly pushing himself inside. Her eyes roll in pleasure. A throaty "Shit!" from him as he buried himself inside her. She was so fucking warm and her walls were plush and welcoming. She grips the counter as he bottoms out, neither of them was going to last long and they both knew it.

Rio pulls out and pushes back in. "Oh!" She squeals as he fills her. He thrusts slowly at first, he liked to tease her, to see how long it'd take for her to crack and beg him to go faster. Her eyes roll and her lips part making the perfect 'O'.

"Oh, shit." He moans lightly tugging her braids and forces her to hold her head up instead of resting on the counter.

She cries out as he repeatedly hits her sweet spot, she reaches back and holds onto his forearm, her nails digging into the material of his clothes. "Fuck me, please, harder." She whines, he yanks her towards him, her back pressed against his chest, her head falling back on his shoulder her arm hooking around his neck, his nose nudged in the crook of her neck, her precious perfume tickling his senses. "Always smell so fucking good, you feel so fucking good." He says hotly in her ear. He feels her clench around his shaft. "You're squeezing me, baby." He moans the two of them go at it without a care in the world of anyone potentially hearing them, the sound of skin slapping probably seeping through the crack of the door while he pounds into her. The squelching sound of her wetness being penetrated by his dick, her arousal dripping onto him.

He kisses the back of her neck. "Don't stop, Im gonna cum." She cries and her pussy weeps as she coats him her slick, her body stills and pleasure takes over her entire being just for a moment. He gives her a few more thrusts dragging out her orgasm as his approaches, he lets out a choked-out moan as he empties himself inside of her, and she hums at the feeling as it turns her on all over again. "Mmm, I'm ready to just go home and fuck you on the couch." He flirts leaving a trail of kisses over her shoulder. She sighs contently and smiles. "We can't."

"I know, I know."

She feels his length soften inside her and almost whimpers when he pulls back leaving her empty. He stuffs his dick back into his boxers while she tugs her dress down to cover herself up. As she cleaned herself up and fixed her appearance as best as she could he stood behind her admiring her through the reflection of the mirror. "What?" She asks. "I love you. I'm glad you said yes."

She smiles warmly and looks down at her ring. "Me too, I can't wait to run you dry." She jokes and then looks him up and down. "In more ways than one."

If you liked this fic free to like this fic, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. peace and love, see you in the next one 🤙🏾 If you're interested in reading other fics based on songs just like this one you can find them here in 'The Mixtapes.' playlist.

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viric-dreams · 24 days

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Sequencer Group Chat at it again... In SSea, the Cladery Heir removes your earlobe to cure you of Yearning, Burning. Now what would it take to cure someone fully dawnpilled? The rogue research team devoted to this question finally captured a very angry Sequencer and are determined to find out.

Roberts' no good very bad day in London has left him one earlobe short, and it's probably for the best that he has no memory of the event after the fact.

Surgery scene beneath the cut.

#my art #roberts/nite #image is bloodless but viewer discretion is advised #i can't be arsed to go back and retroactively change any old art #but adding it to my mental character sheet that he's missing his right earlobe #which would've been a pretty horrifying thing to wake up to for either of them #considering neither of them would've known what happened #i swear i actually have the nite lore almost figured out #i'm just terrible at using my words and laying it out #i should do more b&w stuff #it's good practice to not be able to cheat my way around things with colour and textures #anyway it's way past my bedtime and i desperately hope this holds up in the morning

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Main protagonist of As The Weaving Fate Beckons

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Mental health issues and a brief mention of self-harm, alcohol, and discrimination.

Hirmenogaldus Zuntaheldi L’Patenozudi-Gilebozrath is a 31-year-old vigorous, often serious-minded woman and is the last known holy knight from Rioghachd a’ Choin Neamhaidh (“Kingdom of the Heavenly Dog” in Scottish Gaelic). She’s referred to as the Knight of Beasts due to being known as Europe’s most famous and recognizable slayer and tamer of animalistic creatures. She originally worked with the Praying House of Älkechirnobus, but later abandoned them and their cause after a few unfortunate incidents. She upholds the many characteristics associated with chivalry such as honesty, loyalty, courage, respect, prowess, and a readiness to help the weak. She’s well-versed on a multitude of subjects such as philosophy, theology, history, military strategies, and even occultism. Despite being stoically aloof and wise, her tangible thirst for knowledge and maintaining healthy relationships lends her to being inquisitive and compassionate. However, there are those occasional moments where Hirmenogaldus can be quite clumsy, gullible, and/or naive. She has desirable leadership skills with the right dose of determination, knowing when to continue or retreat, and extrudes a sense of captivating charisma. She has strong motherly instincts and it’s always an honour for her to protect those she deems worthy of help. She isn’t afraid to properly utilise her emotional intelligence in order to ensure someone’s welfare and build a meaningful connection with them. She will even deliberately put herself in harm’s way when her loved ones, friends, and/or the weak are being threatened. She has a palpable sense of justice and despises those who mistreat others for their own personal gain.

She can be quite vindictive and will even go as far to mercilessly kill the perpetrator who either harmed her, her friends, her family, and/or the weak. When slaying certain beasts or beings that are considered to be a threat, she has no qualms of violently slaughtering them, not showing any compassion, mercy, and/or remorse during the process. Despite being sociable, Hirmenogaldus sometimes intentionally isolates herself from other people because of her trust issues. Her stoic nature results in pushing away people, not showing her true emotions, and not properly dealing with and addressing the issues that’s plaguing her mind. She has horrible self-esteem issues and believes that she has to make up for that by protecting the weak, ensuring the welfare of her friends and family, and enacting justice when necessary. Whenever she fails to do so or it becomes too much for her, she gaslights and guilt trips herself, sowing more seeds of doubt into her. Hirmenogaldus is also afraid of being abandoned and forgotten by those she deeply cares about without being warned of their absence. She often engages in contemplative thought, trying to sort out her sorrows and find an ounce of true peace, hope, and happiness.

She’s prone to sudden emotional outbursts, panic attacks, mood swings, and even mental breakdowns as a result of her depression, PTSD, anorexia nervosa, and generalised anxiety disorder. The inconsiderable amount of expectations placed on her due to being a holy knight also contributes to this. She has inconsistent suicidal thoughts and desperately tries to suppress them by harming herself. She usually wants to disappear into nothingness, not having to worry about recurrent, unwanted memories and being afraid of making the wrong decision. She has a tendency to overthink various plans and solutions to all possible worse outcomes in order to avoid making the wrong decision. There are instances where she loses a lot of interest and pleasure in most of her normal activities, making her feel bored and weirdly uneasy. She feels a certain detachedness from those close to her and her mind struggles to concentrate on what’s happening. She often has a pessimistic view on the future as she’s partially fixated on past failures and reliving traumatic events. Hirmenogaldus has a tendency to place heavy restrictions on her eating patterns, having an intense fear of gaining weight. She frequently checks in reflective surfaces for perceived flaws as she’s somewhat relentlessly pursuing thinness. Her perceived body weight negatively influences her self-esteem, and she occasionally complains about being fat. She usually makes excuses for not eating as she doesn’t want to ruin her already distorted body image. There are instances where she perceives certain harmless situations and events as potential threats. She has difficulty handling uncertainty and letting go of her most troubling worries. As a result of all these issues, she tends to feel a sense of looming hopelessness, overwhelming guilt, restlessness, and agitation.

Compared to most medieval folk, Hirmenogaldus is considered to be a giant due to her impressive stature, clocking in at about 6’ 5” (195.5 cm). She has a pear-shaped mesomorphic body type with slightly broad shoulders, a fairly defined waist, and prominent thighs. Her face and neck are adorned with a myriad of reddish-brown freckles, and she has silvery stretch marks on her upper arms, belly, and hips. Her eyes are almost parallel to the stunning sky-blue bill of a male ruddy duck during breeding season. Her skin is a creamy white and she has hair that is an absolutely beautiful golden copper blonde. She has messy, bowl-cut style bangs with the rest of her curly hair being tied into a thick ponytail. She has four recognizable moles: one on the right side of her upper lip; one directly above the left side of her collarbone; the second is located on her belly; and the last mole is on her right mid-thigh. A blatant scar pierces the left side of her forehead, snaking down and over her nose bridge to the middle of her right cheek. She has a couple of other ones: four slightly horizontal scars from her left trapezius to her right deltoid and a blotchy patch of scarred skin near her left kidney. Her breasts have been cut off, there are five healed stab wounds on the backside of her right upper arm, and she carved four Nordic runes onto her belly: ᛊ (sun), ᚨ (god), ᛉ (elk), and ᚱ (ride/journey). The underside of her forearms are covered in healed and fresh lacerations. Her back hides her most brutal scars, seeming to be a mixture of cuts, puncture wounds, and burns.

Hirmenogaldus is commonly seen wearing a full suit of plate armour and her cursed, gilt-brass helmet is shaped similarly to the head of a Western dragon. She has two differently designed golden pauldrons: on the left, it has an engraved blazing sun with a humanoid face; and on the right, it’s shaped like the head of a tarasque without the lower jaw. Her vambraces and greaves were masterfully crafted to mimic the scales of a serpent and the fingers of her armoured gloves are sharp. Her cuirass is decorated with the golden depiction of the Ellén Trechend, which is a three-headed, draconic vulture that can breathe fire. Its main head is in the centre, two heads looking in their designated direction, their legs and wings are spread out on each side, and a partially wavy, serpentine tail. There are other pieces that make up her armour in order to minimise potential life-threatening harm. Hirmenogaldus has a gilt-brass gorget surrounding her neck, two couters for her elbows, and tassets hanging from her cuirass. She has a pair of sabatons with four draconic claws that cover her feet and cuisses surrounding her thighs. She also has two circular besagews that are part of the harness of her plate armour and help to protect her armpits. Her armour is slightly battle-worn, but its vibrancy has surprisingly remained untouched for years. The colour of her plate armour is a reddish-black with a blue-green sheen. Underneath her armour, she wears a quilted green tunic, padded brown legs, white braies, and a wide belt of leather.

Whenever Hirmenogaldus isn’t donning her iconic armour, she’s wearing a full-length ball gown made from fine silk and a tight-fitted, paprika bodice. For both her noblewoman and armoured outfits, she occasionally dons a royal mantle of faded jade with white fur trim that has black leopard spots. Her blackberry silk gown appears to be voluminous due to an ample skirt underneath. Her silk gown covers half of her shoulders and flows down into a fancy, modest semi-sweetheart neckline with a bow of cosmic purple. Around her neck is a velvet choker of cosmic purple with a cardinal pink ruffled top. She has Juliet sleeves and the wrists have turned back cardinal pink cuffs, and the ball gown is decorated with rich golden embroidery. Underneath her gown is a linen chemise and hose that’s held with a garter just below her knee. For jewellery, she’s adorned with a gold and enamel brooch in the form of a dragon’s head, a dark golden pearl necklace, a gilt bronze sapphire ring on the right index finger, and a table cut ruby ring on the left middle finger. She carries a two engrailed top shield that depicts a one-horned dragon with a jousting lance piercing its heart. Hirmenogaldus wields a blood-letting dagger in a serpentine shape made from polished brass. She also wields a 7 ft (213.36 cm) battle-strong claymore forged from an unknowable metal akin to black steel. Its most noticeable feature is that of three raised, eye-like markings right above the cross-guard in a vertical row. When she activates the sword with her own blood, those markings open to reveal fully functional purple jasper eyes and the blade is consumed by blue holy flames. She possesses a traveller’s backpack, one where she stores her collected souvenirs, camping equipment, basic medicinal items, and books that contain a variety of knowledge as well as a cittern that Odeschuna gave her.

Like all holy knights trained under the Praying House of Älkechirnobus, she’s considered to be a psychic. Hirmenogaldus isn’t entirely familiar with her psychic abilities because she doesn’t heavily rely on them like the other holy knights before her. Without her knowing, she has precognition, but it’s in the form of cryptic dreams that vaguely predict future events. She can perceive and read the auras of other individuals, being able to clearly understand their emotions and moral alignment. She can also detect the emotions of those she mentally focuses on, but this can result in blood seeping out of her eyes, ears, and/or mouth (e.g. she’ll cry blood if she senses someone’s melancholy). As a result of dermo-optical perception, she can perceive unusual sensory stimuli such as colour and varying brightnesses through her own skin. She is fully capable of surviving without any water or food intake, and not having to worry about starvation and dehydration. Hirmenogaldus has telekinetic abilities, being able to move and manipulate matter at a distance without physical interaction. She can perfectly mimic the sounds of animalistic beasts as well as talk to them and understand their unique interactions. She’s able to tap into a feral mind, allowing her to perform extraordinary feats of strength and agility that’s beyond normal for her. She’s a master at taming animals by reading, understanding, and staying in tune to their body language. She’s also able to solve many of their behavioural problems and possess unique insight into their psychology. Lastly, Hirmenogaldus has enhanced strength and stamina, being able to engage in physically strenuous activity as well as lift and/or strike objects that are tens of thousands more than her body weight. Due to her draconic helmet being cursed, it seems to intensify her negative emotions and strengthen her psychic abilities. This is one of the reasons why she tries not to heavily rely on her abilities because she’s afraid that she’ll become an irredeemable monster.

FAMILY:

Broghalenius L’Patenozudi-Gilebozrath (father)

Lobaszewinth (mother)

Unnamed older sister

Two unnamed older brothers

Dersabhol Echtagloprinus-Pimbezurta (ex-lover)

Ungelohram Shakjelovi (ex-boyfriend)

Sedulomaith (daughter)

Chaidozluben (son)

Ayrmezhonius Brejzuktophina (adoptive daughter)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Dame Hirmenogaldus

The Accursed Daughter of Duke Broghalenius (by those aware of her psychic abilities)

Knight of Beasts

Fish-catcher

Bread-stealer

Trophy-bearer

Lady of Speedy Visitation

Saint of the Billowing Crusade and Dragon’s Ferocity

Mommy (by her children)

Mother (by her children)

Doll-face (by Mutseloniah)

Zarabaaneh ghalbam (“my heartbeat” in Persian) (by Mutseloniah)

Nafasam (“my breath” in Persian) (by Mutseloniah)

Duvshanit (“honey” in Hebrew) (by Mutseloniah)

Capara (“my blessing” in Hebrew) (by Mutseloniah)

Otzar shely (“my treasure” in Hebrew) (by Mutseloniah)

Vile devourer of mages (by Ikarondelus)

Lying bitch (by Ikarondelus)

Foul whore of barbarity (by Ikarondelus)

Bastard with a devil’s silver tongue (by Ikarondelus)

Fucking idiotic drunkard (by Ikarondelus)

Elskan mín (“my darling” in Norse) (by Raskovulde)

Ástvinur (“love friend” in Norse) (by Raskovulde)

Haustmyrkr (“autumn dusk” in Norse) (by Raskovulde)

She Who Dared To Cross Bifröst (by Raskovulde)

Executioner of the World Serpent (by Raskovulde)

The Burning Gladiolus (by Odeschuna)

The Enraged Wyvern (by Odeschuna)

Destroyer of Tainted Pride (by Odeschuna)

A bhuanchara (“my eternal friend” in Irish) (by Nikmuvolefja)

My greatest rival (by Pelmazodius)

Gladiatorial beast (by Pelmazodius)

Vögelchen (“little bird” in German) (by Regnazoldus)

Herzensbrecher (“heartbreaker” in German) (by Regnazoldus)

The Scorching Blade of Älkechirnobus (By Uhteszoga)

Slayer of Cold Hearts (by Uhteszoga)

Liberator of Anguish (by Uhteszoga)

The Draconic Maiden (by L’Ayncezosud)

Mistress With The Coppery Locks (by L’Ayncezosud)

My scarred mademoiselle (by L’Ayncezosud)

Ma tigresse (“my tiger” in French) (by L’Ayncezosud)

Mon ciel étoilé (“my starry sky” in French) (by L’Ayncezosud)

Mon rayon de soleil (“my ray of sunshine” in French) (by L’Ayncezosud)

Hirmageld (by Perszufoval)

Hirmena (by Bheszawulf)

Sunteholda (by Hulcekrando)

Hellebore of Rosy Blackness (by Hulcekrando)

Soft hyacinth (by Hulcekrando)

Creeping baby’s breath (by Hulcekrando)

Chrysanthemum of a Thousand Winters (by Hulcekrando)

Autumn crocus (by Hulcekrando)

My delicate edelweiss (by Hulcekrando)

Slithering pansy (by Hulcekrando)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She was originally a closeted lesbian, but later became bisexual.

Her birthday is August 26th (Virgo)

Her blood type is B-

She’s allergic to cats, shellfish, egg white, and balsam of Peru.

In regards to her ethnicity, she’s 37.5% Scottish, 25% British, 12.5% French, 12.5% German, and 12.5% Spanish.

Her father believed that her psychic abilities are a result of a “family curse” that reigned from his bloodline. It usually affects every third generation of females, but that’s more of an estimate than actual biological fact.

She originally had an older sister, but Broghalenius killed her after she turned 2-years-old in fear of her possessing the “family curse”.

She calls her draconic helmet the wyvern’s cursed helm.

Her claymore is called Kigamozertus, which means “stiffness of death” in the Æylphitus language. It's named that due to causing swift decay to a living being once slain. It's believed that the sword absorbs the soul of those truly sinful blood touches it.

It's believed that her claymore belonged to a destroyer angel. Only people who have a suitable mind and a full paranormal psyche can handle such a blade. When a regular being tries to wield it, the claymore transfers its desire to kill sinful and absolutely vile creatures to them. It’ll put them into a bloodthirsty and destructive frenzy until they stop using it.

She likes cute and exotic animals, seal fur, cleanliness, young children, the sound of string instruments, drinking booze with her friends and comrades, daybreak, swampy environments, burning embers, and intricate tapestry.

She dislikes singing, physical and psychological torture, being touched without permission, the feeling of “shallow accomplishment”, muddy puddles, dissatisfaction, impenetrable darkness, treading through snow, pestilence, and famine.

Her hobbies consist of jousting, horseback riding, making flower crowns, slaying monsters, reading, cloud- and star-gazing, and playing her cittern. She also enjoys collecting porcelain ceramics, tea flavours and spices from around the world, rare swords, souvenirs from her travels, and exotic animal skins.

Out of all tea flavours and spices, she likes black tea and asafoetida.

She finds all animals quite fascinating in regards to their behaviours and biology. If she had to choose a favourite, it would either be the western capercaillie, great spotted woodpecker, garden tiger moth, red deer, great tit, or Atlantic puffin.

Her favourite flowers are the bluebell, peony, cowslip, dog-rose, and early-purple orchid.

Her favourite comfort foods are tayberries, cranachan, rumbledethumps, cullen skink, Forfar bridie, tattie scone, and Flies’ graveyard.

Her favourite colours are the blue dye that woad leaves produce and the orange-yellow petals of a pot marigold.

Her biggest pet peeves consist of people who purposely ignore boundaries, rudeness in general, bad personal hygiene, losing things, loud noises, and one-uppers.

She used to have an actual curly bowl cut before she decided to let her hair grow out as a way for her to separate herself from her traumatic past.

For a short period of her life, she was quite racist and discriminatory against mages due to her religious and white supremacist upbringing. However, that drastically changed after experiencing a fair share of abuse, gaining a better understanding of their struggles. She deeply regrets the verbal and physical harm she was tasked and socially expected to do against minorities and mages.

Hirmenogaldus always carries around bandages with her at all times because she’s weary that she’ll get attacked out of nowhere.

She’s obsessed with her own personal hygiene

She has a tendency to judge other people too quickly

She is always looking for new adventures

Hirmenogaldus can be somewhat forgetful and doesn’t like to be reminded of things from her past.

She bites her lower lip and the inside of her left cheek a lot.

She has fairly quick reflexes

She has an unusually high tolerance for physical pain

Hirmenogaldus’ guilty pleasure is daydreaming about sinking her bare feet in white sand and looking out to the clear blue ocean, what it would be like to become one with a full-blooded titan, and bathing in a sacred waterfall.

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