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[SMUT] TWICE Sana x Male Reader - "You Can Watch, But Do Not Touch... Unless I Consent You So"

WARNING: contains smut, R+18 content TAGS: honeymoon, rough sex, edging, titfuck, blowjob, doggystyle, full nelson, mirror sex, fluff, smut, newlywed, footjob WORD COUNT: 5200+

The hallway was full of laughter from you and Sana as both made their way into the hotel room you checked into, where you'll be staying for 2 days.

It was necessary so that you and her could get prepared easily for your wedding today, and it concluded smoothly as the priest eventually proclaimed the two of you to be husband and wife.

As newlyweds, you and she left the church instantly to head into your private place where you can rejoice together with your wife, just like usual couples do once they walk out with their wedding rings now attached to their fingers.

Carrying Sana in your arms, her hands were firmly locked around your neck as she looks at your side-profile with excitement equal to her own as you and her made your way inside the room as you opened the door.

You brought down Sana on her feet, engaging you again for another passionate kiss before she lets go and displays a bright smile that you always loved seeing from her.

"We did it, Sana." you said to her, wrapping your arms around her waist. "We fulfilled our promise to each other."

"It was all worth it, YN... and it even feels like I've won anything in my life now that I also got to achieve this one remaining thing I've been dreaming ever since I learned what is love all about... and that is to be married with a man that would treat me with care and looks at me like I am his whole world, and I'm really glad that it has to be you, YN." Sana gracefully said, pressing her palm on your cheeks as she giggled at your funny yet adorable appearance in her silly act.

"I love you, YN. I can't wait to see how the future holds upon us, now that it's up to us together to do whatever we want to have."

"I know, and I love you too, Sana. And we won't stop until the time considers it over."

You planted another quick peck at her lips before you walked your way into the bed and sat side by side with her. Staring at her beautiful dark orbs in the center of her pearly eyes, you had the notion of asking her, which piqued your curiosity.

"So... uhm, what shall we do now?"

"Isn't this the part where the two lovely couples get to full embrace their love now that their hearts are officially bound into one... without no limits?" Sana answered.

Her fingers slid upwards into your neckties and gently tugs it before she removes it on her own. Your smile shudders, encapsulating a hint of tense.

"Sana, a-are we really gonna do it?"

"Hmm... I guess so." She shrugs, tightlipped.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked her with concern. "I mean... are you ready to do this with me?"

Sana grabs your hand and softly looks at it as she caressed your skin with her slender fingers. "Ofcourse, I am. For you, I'm willing to try anything as long as it gives us joy and pleasure for good. How about you, will you join me in this?"

"There's no way I would say no that makes you happy and comfortable with me, Sana." You shook your head.

"Good. Then let's start.

I've been waiting for this moment to come anyway."

For a second kiss, Sana took the initiative to pull your head towards her and move her tongue and lips. Your well-built body beneath your suit caught her hands' attention as they went wild in tandem with her sensuality.

With a mixture of astonishment and amazement that you are actually doing this with Sana, you made the decision to follow her lead and expressed your affection and fanciness to the fullest extent possible. But much to your surprise, just as you were about to touch her waist, she swatted it away. You discover Sana is looking at you with utmost seriousness at that point.

"Uhm... I-I'm sorry. D-Did I made y-"

"No, no. Don't take it that way." Sana calms you already, noticing already that you misintepreted her words. "I just... thought of something interesting to add."

"H-huh? What is it?"

"Do you remember how you've went through before you got to made me admit that you made fall in love for you too?"

"Oh... that? Yeah. You were hard to get. You were not an easy person. It took me a while to make you say it before I get to call you mine."

"Exactly. There, you got it." Sana acknowledged. "I'm not an easy person."

"I think... maybe I should consider trying it also on you whenever we're in our own space."

You were so invested in waiting for her slow words that's coming out of her lustful mouth that you didn't even realized she already pushed you to lay down in the bed.

"S-Sana... what are you doing?"

"Sshhh." She covered your lips with her index finger, her flirty way to signal you to stop talking. "You'll be fine. You'll be fine. I assure you, this will be fun~"

"Stay there, okay?" You just nodded. Sana went for her bag and opened it, taking out 2 handcuffs that made your eyes largened.

"W-where did you get that, babe?"

"Some helpful friends." She winked, wiggling the cuffs in her hand. "I suppose you what I'm going to do with this then."

You gulped. That's it, you had learned that between you two in bed, she prefers to be the one who gets to do what she wants to do. She has the power. The control.

In making out, she has to be the dominant one.

You have seen how intimidating and fierce Sana could be when she gets disappointed or mad, and you don't want to test her in your special day with her.

All you have to do... is follow and succumb.

"Now fix yourself for me, raise your both arms above your head."

You hesitantly complied, unaware of what Sana is planning tonight on you. You wouldn't be lying that despite of the strange and anticipation, you're liking also to witness her seductress side goes fully unleashed only for you to experience.

Because if you said that your wife Sana isn't attractive and seductive, who would you be kidding? You don't want to sound foolish when you say that." Cuffing your wrists on the headboard, she patted it before looking down on you. "I'll be right back, okay? I have something to show you."

She touched your cheek with a smirk before she left you and entered the bathroom, leaving you with your tremendous intriguing and the potential outcomes of how all of this would go with Sana in the next few minutes or hours.

She came back to you after a few minutes of doing some stuff you didn't know. It was not that long, but you can tell that she took time for it.

Because you couldn't comprehend what you were seeing in front of you.

Sana is dressed entirely in black lingerie, with the exception of the white bridal veil on her head, which she chose to keep on to give her appearance a touch more elegance, holiness, and seductive air. "You like?" She posed, tilting her waist while her both hands are placed on each side, combined with her breathtaking back arching almost perfectly to hypnotize you.

It's working, but you couldn't sure if you're accurate because you just can't describe exactly in words what's crossing all into your mind as your lovely wife does this to you, setting you up to not only own each other's hearts... but your bodies also.

"No answer for me? That's harsh. You're leaving me in the air. Maybe we won't start th-"

"N-no don't! I-like... I mean... I love it so much, Sana." You shook your head rapidly. You are astonishing to visualize."

"See? It wasn't that hard." She giggled, teasing you.

"Listen to me, pretty boy. You're gonna be under my orders for tonight, you hear me?"

You nodded with amazement at this side of Sana you've never seen before. Surely, you can thank all the Gods above for blessing you with such a perfect woman to serve and satisfy with all love.

"You're just gonna lay there, and you can only watch me but you can't touch me... unless I consent you so. Got it, baby?"

"Y-Yes Sana."

She slapped your thigh, eliciting a stingy ache in your skin. "I'll allow that... but there's one more thing you have to remember... call me mommy when I instruct you like this."

Not only you have to take a not mentally of that, but also the fact that you have discovered Sana's preferred kink when it comes on having sex. Totally you wouldn't attempt disobey her next time, considering that she's being a 'strict' woman that owns the entirety of you.

"I'm going to repeat myself again, but this will be the last. Are we clear, baby?"

"Y-yes, mommy."

"Very good. Now just lay there, relax... and enjoy the show." The volume of her voice is slowly decreasing towards the end, the more she bends as she crawls atop of you.

You watched her remove your suit, unbuttoning your polo and spreading it with your vest until your muscular chest and torso were exposed for her to be in awe.

She kissed each of your pecs and circled her fingertips on your nipples, sending shockwaves of tickles and arousal through your body.

Her crouching precisely on your now bulging pants isn't helping at all. She looks up at you and smirks devilishly; it seems like she felt your boner as you blushed heavily.

"Aww is my baby liking this already? Being played by her mommy so well?"

"U-uhmmm yes m-mommy."

"Then we're gonna have a lot of fun together. I'll make it entertaining so that my baby would be so much happy."

Sana slid her hands downwards, her touch waves at those six packed abs of yours that gives an impressive feature of your midriff. She licks each of the gaps, the softness and slimey texture of her drooling tongue makes you tickle and aroused more.

"A-ahh...."

Kissing the top of your belly button, her hands landed on the waistband of your pants and your boxers, based from hpw her fingers went deep as it clutched.

"I've been noticing that your friend down here is suffering too much, let mommy help you out~"

She tugged it downwards, leaving it half removed as she left it just on top of your knees

She viewed at your now exposed cock on its hard state, pointing towards at her before it twitched when you saw her lick her lips. "Do you know how many times mommy would imagine how big can you be?"

"Ahh shit..."

"Sometimes, I could notice the outline of it whenever we sat beside each other. I would then try my best to pretend I accidentally bump your crotch so that I get a feeling of it... and God, I almost felt dizzy thinking about the size of it wrecking my pussy."

She finally removed both your pants and boxers in your legs, making you fully naked compared to her.

"F-fuck, mommy y-your words..."

"It's all true, baby. Can you believe it? Mommy tried her best to be patient for you, so can you do it for me today too?"

"Yes mommy."

"Alright. Mommy's not gonna hold back anymore, okay? I've waited for so long."

She caressed your thighs and gently extended it for her to occupy more space to feast on the enormous meat served in front of her.

Her hands climbs up until you felt your testicles gets hanged and squeezed tenderly using both of her hand within the gaps of her thumb and index finger.

You blew more air, chest panting faster , fists clenching on the cuffs as you try to compose yourself. "Your balls looks so full. Can't wait for me to drain you until every last drop, baby."

Her right hand ascended, now grasping the base of your cock. She formed a fist around it as she gently began to stroke you dangerously slow.

"O-oh... oh my god."

"Stay still for me, baby. I need you not to let me down on this."

"I'll try my best f-for... mommy."

"It's so fucking big and thick~" Sana said as she bit her lips while staring at your cock being pumped. "I've finally got a hold of it... now it's time to find out how it tastes."

She directed your shaft to her opening mouth before she suckled your mushroom head and slowly slid down into your length, introducing you to a newfound pleasure that will leave you speechless at all.

"U-ughhh s-shittt..... grrrghh...." You moaned as you feel Sana's blowjob to slowly sped up as the pace of her head bobbing up and down increasing.

All of your toes and fingers are now curled, trying with might that you can still hold on much longer.

You accidentally flinched upwards as you felt Sana's tongue twirling around your tip, giving her a quick deepthroat. She looked up at you, shocked at what you did.

"I-I'm sorry..."

She didn't respond. She just stared at you, but to your surprise, you could feel her sucking go deeper as your head was now bumping the walls of her throat, accepting the challenge she thought you put up for her.

Your moans and groans even became louder. The familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening has made you alert; you squirmed a bit so you can fix yourself again while Sana continues to blow you.

"O-oh no... p-please, mommy I'm cumming."

Right in time, she felt your cock twitch in her mouth. She let it slip in her puckered lips, leaving your length all messed with saliva and pre-cum.

"No. You won't cum unless mommy told you so. Understood?"

You nodded, sighing a bit of relief that she stopped sucking you so that your end could be prevented.

Only for it to vanish instantly when you saw what she's doing after.

She removed her black laced bra, revealing her tasty looking breasts as it jiggled from the release. Suddenly, your thirst and craving has intensified.

She positioned back in your crotch, and you watch her present to you what she has in mind next.

Awakening back your cock into its full hardness, she gave it an introductory stroke before placing it on the valley of her supple mounds.

"We're just getting started, baby."

A sly smirk formed in her lips as she starts to lift and then drop her breasts as it suffocates your cock with its embrace. Sana is now giving you a wonderful titjob, her soft pillows is automatically sending you straight into euphoria.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels so freaking incredible, goodness gracious."

"Do you like how my tits graze all over your huge cock, baby?

"Fuck yes, mommy. It feels so comfortable, so good, oh God!"

"Would you love me to put these in your face and help you taste them?"

"Yes, I would really love it, please do it mommy."

"Then be patient and be a good boy for me if you want a reward."

You only nodded. Sana continues to glide her succulent breasts in your reddened aching cock, now being edged for 10 minutes.

More saliva and pre-cum scattered around her skin before she felt the familiar twitch again, leaving your cock on absent again. You whined as your cum almost escaped just when Sana lets go of your cock.

"M-mommy are we not done y-yet?"

"We're almost close, baby. Hang on for me, would you?"

"O-okay..."

She grabbed another chair from the dining area and placed it near the foot of the bed. Stacking your thighs with her legs all covered with black long stockings, she crossed it and posed sexily again on you.

"What about my legs, baby? Do you love my new stockings that I bought exclusively only for you?"

"They're simply look fitting in your legs, mommy."

"Good. And my feet?" She asked you as she rubbed your thighs with it.

"It feels relaxing. It's like I'm having a massage."

"Then you're gonna love this one. I'm going to try one more on you baby. Is that alright?"

"Just do me. I want my mommy to be happy."

She was touched at your thoughtful words. Her feet met at your cock, putting it in between before she pushed it to lay on your stomach and she ran the sole of her feet through the underside of your cock.

"Agh... f-fuck...." You muttered from Sana's excellent footjob.

Your wrists are now hurting a little bit for wiggling with desperation to escape as Sana continues to perform these pleasuring experiments on your throbbing poor cock.

The mushroom head of your penis has gotten slightly purple now from the several times it tried to contain your cum for releasing.

She picked up your cock and stroked it with both of her feet this time. The texture of the fabric of her stockings adds more satisfying sensation to her tantalizing actions.

The stockings got a puddle of wetness filled with a mix of saliva and pre-cum but Sana doesn't care. She puts down again your cock on your abdomen and massaged the underside with her left side while the other began playing on your now disturbed heavy balls.

You couldn't help it. You finally bended your knees from compressing it too much on the mattress to lessen the tightness that you feel. "O-oh my God... m-mommy I think I can't take much longer..." you whined.

"Does my baby want to cum so bad?"

"Please, let me mommy."

"Since you've been good and obedient...

Go on. Cum for me."

She took her legs off the bed and faced your cock again as she hurriedly sucked it. You joined her intensity and buckled your hips back and forth as you were fucking Sana's mouth ruthlessly, a bit of a payback for the torture she's been subjecting you to.

Abruptly, your vision turns to white, as does the entire mouth of Sana, as it was flooded by thick waves of your warm and salty cum, filling her up before she let go of your cock and swallowed your load.

"Mmmhhh... yummy, she said as she sipped on her cum-stained fingers and the slit of your cock to clean and ensure no drop would go to waste. "Good boy, so much cum dripping down on mommy's tummy."

You panted heavily as you were exhausted at the length of time you fought your urges. Sana reaches for the key but before that, she teased you once more again as she did a sultry short dance beside you while removing her black panties and wedding veil, her puffy pink pussy all visible to you.

The now naked Sana grabbed on your wrists. "Are you fine, baby? Was I too much?"

"N-not at all. It's my first time so it's all weird to me, but I'm not lying when I say that was one of the best things I've ever had."

"Great. And now for your reward..." She inserted the key on the hole and switched it. "You are now done watching me, I'll leave everything the rest up to you.

You can touch me now, baby."

As she unlocked the cuff on your other wrist, you quickly hooked your arm around her waist and pushed her towards you. Her breasts connected immediately in your face as you smothered them all over their softness before you started to devour her succulent caramel nipples and areolas while helping her sit down in your lap by elevating her legs on each side.

She grinds on your softening cock while you gnawed on her tits as she mashes her cleavage on your face. "Oohhh hehe aggressive aren't w-ooh mmh~" She moaned as she felt your strong hands kneading both of her soft asscheeks.

"Fuck, you've been testing me for quite long, mommy. You made me to be like this, and I'm not gonna be sorry for it."

"Then show me. Be harsh on your slutty mommy. Fuck her hard for edging her baby's cock and not letting him cum easily."

You might've released the most animalistic grunt ever as you lifted her body and stood your cock to point it through her pussy before you pushed her down, and you didn't go easy on her like she's been begging you to do so; you just quickly fucked her on a rampage.

She went crazy bouncing on your lap, screaming and moaning in shudder as her voice vibrated, echoing with the sounds of loud claps of her ass contacting your crotch.

You kissed her furiously, pushing her head at you by gripping her neck. Her breasts squished on your chest as you locked her figure with your other arm. Now that we are lying down together, the direction of your hammering in her abused pussy has gone upwards.

"FUCKKK ME!!! OH GOD DON'T STOP, DON'T YOU DARE STOP BABY, I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR MONSTROUS COCK UGH!!!"

"SO AS I. TAKE IT ALL, MY SLUTTY MOMMY!!!"

You went for a strong three strokes before you buried your cock deep into her womb, splashing it with your second streak of baby batter.

Both of you exhaled together to rest for a little before you kissed again, and Sana pushed you away so that she could take most of the entire bedspace.

You realized that she did it so that she could position herself on all fours; she arched her heavenly back to purse her ass further to showcase it to her.

"Take me from behind next, baby~" Sana said. "Do you like my ass wanting for you?"

"Ofcourse I am. Look at how perfect it is." You slapped each of it as she giggled and purred. "Harder. Spank me harder!" You repeated, giving each juicy peaches a balance rough treatment.

"Do all you want, it's yours to devour baby. Mommy needs to be used." She wiggled her ass for you, her cheeks hypnotizingly rippled as you kneaded it before you buried your face on it giving a long lick on her pussy and her asshole.

As you gave it a lube atleast, you pressed the tip of your cock to her glory hole. "Are you ready, mommy?"

"Y-yes, just allow me to adjust okay? Nice and slow."

"As you wish."

You slowly thrust, eliciting a moan and a sigh from her. She stayed still for a while as you gritted your teeth at how extremely tight your wife is. You can go ahead now, baby."

You fucked her with ease, adding a delightful sensation for yourselves. Sana can feel how stuffed her rear was, thanks to your enormously thick meat that's been making her very amused and satisfied for more than an hour now.

Her body moves back and forth; her breasts are madly bouncing from beneath, and you can see a glimpse of them, effectively encouraging you to touch them.

So you did. You bent your body on top of hers as you grabbed her perfecbig big tits and joined them in their swaying movement while giving them a few squeezes.

You kissed her back and neck. Sana flinched, causing her to lose balance on her arms as she crashed safetly on the bed, her breasts are now compressed to the mattress.

Removing yourself on top of her, you altered your position to continue fucking her in the ass with a comfortable fashion. Sana's eyes enlargened, she didn't hold back any batch of loud screams and whimpers and you went fast on fucking her this time in a scissor angle.

Her one leg raised to the air, her side figure laying down, you kneeling and pounding her ass further with the remaining energy you got.

"FUCK! IT'S SO DEEP, IT'S POKING MY WOMB BABY! KEEP DOING IT, I'M ALMOST AT MY END!!!"

You couldn't wait much longer, you went all in as you penetrated her until both of you cum simultaneously, exclaiming a huge moan and grunts especially Sana who is both releasing and getting filled up at the same time with your thick cum.

"Let's go for one more, then... we can rest."

Sana offered her hand to you, and you voluntarily took it, escorting her to get up from the bed. She walked to the front of the body mirror, where she could admiringly see both of your naked bodies standing against each other, looking like a matching pair.

She went flushed at your touch when you rubbed her torso before you went for her breasts, groping them with care and juggled them on your palm.

It turned into another shivering huff and moan when she kissed you, twirling her head upwards to meet your face.

While on a heated session with her, you started to rub your crotch on her ass to tease her. Sana can feel how it's beginning to wake up and become huge again from the crack in her rear.

She raised her arms, initiating you for the last position she has in idea. "Lock me up and fuck me."

No other questions for clarifications or concerns needed, that's all you need to have for you to follow her clear instruction as you simply inserted back your cock on her squelching pussy still creamy from the mixture of your cum altogether.

Sana watches lustfully on the mirror the perverted act that you two are committing. Her handsome husband unforgivingly ramming his hardened wood on his gorgeous wife's tight and warm pussy.

She can obviously see how you give you entire effort to fuck her mindless and achieve the pleasure she's wanting to feel, and she wants to tell you exactly if you might not know yet how grateful and glad she was for you.

"Y-you're doing so great, babe. Let's c-cut the act now here. I just want to let you know that I-I love you and thank you for this. Really, I'm so happy that it's got to be you who I can share these kind of moments with."

You smiled as Sana patted you in the cheek after giving you that appreciative words despite of the stutters from the impact of your pounding.

"I love you too, Sana. I'm just as pleased as you are." You kissed her on the cheek before you quickened your pace, as your impending release has made it presence for you to felt.

Sana knew what it means so she gripped on the back of your head as her body being lifted up and down from the ground. With few more strokes to go, you exploded another and final load of cum inside her pussy.

"As much as I would love for us to continue, I know it's enough for now and we're both tired." Sana patted your head and kissed you in the lips. "We can do more of these next time, but for now... let's have some rest. You did a good job for tonight, baby."

"Thanks, mommy Sana." You chuckled. "That's a hell of a performance you had there for me by the way, you can't blame me why I started to get turned on."

Sana laughed and slapped your arm. "If you loved it so much then you'll going to have it anytime you want whenever it's just the two of us."

"You're simply the best." You nodded and kissed her again before both of you took a shower together and changed into a comfortable sleeping garments as the newlyweds laid on the bed, embracing each other onto slumber.

Few hours later, you suddenly woke up earlier than what you expected, but you wouldn't dare to complain more as you can see the city of Seoul about to welcome the early morning of a brand new day.

You stood in the balcony with your glass of water and stared at the peaceful view as you regained your senses.

Sana who just woke up also after finding that you were no longer on her side in the bed, approaches you and cuddled you from behind.

"Good morning, babe."

"Good morning, my wife." You kissed her crown.

"Can't sleep?"

"No, just woke up early. Still feeling a little tired though."

Sana chuckled and pouted embarrassingly. "Sorry, I guess?" "Cmon, we both had fun so its fine." You hilariously took her response.

You moved her on your side and faced her lovingly. Placing your hand with Sana's, your wedding ring were in contact as you entangled your finger to hers.

"This is just all surreal for me. Being in here, knowing that I almost done most of what I've been dreaming and wishing for my life when I was younger back then. Finish my studies, be a professional engineer, my family now living in a better house, have my ideal girl as my girlfriend to marry her someday... and destiny brought you upon to me, Sana.

I'm so blessed to have you, really. You've been an incredible and perfect girlfriend for me. You stayed even in our highs and lows, hardships and mellow, some of it almost tried to spread us apart and let go, but you never gave up as much as I did. And now that you're standing here as my beloved wife after us getting married yesterday, that sums up everything I need to know and believe that you love me no matter what happens. And I'm telling you that I will never stop loving you back and now all we can do is to hope we can build a wonderful family soon and I'll be the happiest father alive with you, Sana, as the wife of our kids. I love you more than anyone."

Your lips twitched, eyes blinked rapidly as its watery from the tears gathered up by your emotions. Sana hugged you instantly to calm you down, not minding herself who's also getting teary because of your heartfelt message.

"I want us to stay like this forever, and we accomplished that, right? I couldn't just let myself to break up with you thatt's why I want to settle those problems that we had. I don't want that to ruin our plans in the future, and look what led us today. I love you too, YN. Our faith and support for each other should always be there to keep this relationship to be strong and steady. And as your wife, I promise you that I'll continue to help you as I improve myself. It can be useful, well... from what we did last night; yeah hopefully... we can have our own child or more to raise." Sana replied, caressing your back as you cried in her shoulder. She also started to sniff her tears away, getting affected by your honest and sincere sentiment. "D-do you think I can be a perfect mother?" "I always believed in you, Sana. Ofcourse, yes you will be." You stroked her silky hair, smelling the enchanting scent of her shampoo. Sana blushed and shyly smiled, glad that you think of her positive as usual.

"Sorry if I'm being like this, I even made you cry." You chuckled. "I'm just lucky to have you, Sana."

"What are you saying? Don't apologize for saying something wholeheartedly. We've been through a lot anyway. It may be done, but I know it was exhausting, so it's best to just let it all out. I'm here for you, YN. I'll take it all away and be the one who catches all your tears."

Sana cradled your head as she hummed pleasantly to proceed on comforting you. Closing your eyes, you indulged her caring behavior.

Glancing at the golden daylight approaching, the sunrise emerges between the two lovers embracing their shared genuine and unbreakable fondness together.

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"Hello Visitor!"

Meet PoppyClan's StarClan Guide, OleanderPaw; brother of FallenStar, PoppyClan's first leader, and judge of the dead.

OleanderPaw was killed by the flood that swept the founders away, and used his power to give FallenStar her nine lives, and grow the first poppies that now populate the moor where PoppyClan lives.

His reddish orange coat can be seen in many of FallenStar's children, proof of his bloodline and strong ties with his sister. He does not often visit the clan medics, though when he does, it is considered a great honor and not to be taken lightly.

Leader of those who live in StarClan, OleanderPaw has let the thrill of spiritual power go to his head a bit. Each time FallenStar visits, he grows more 'holy' in appearance, followed by stars and a glow that most of the other dead do not have. His scent is hidden beneath the flowers growing from his pelt, and he become more eloquent and stiff with each passing day- to be frank, he was very different from the brother FallenStar remembers. She figures that was just what happened, though, as a spirit ages; while he may look rather young, he grows older still.

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What power does StarClan have over living cats?

"Oh, a good question. I myself have found that I can effect many little things that the living see and touch- though it takes a great deal of energy. When I gave FallenStar her nine lives, I was dormant for many moons after, unable to protect those who walked the earth. While we may not need to eat or sleep, we StarClan cats are powered by... an energy. Perhaps it is belief?"

What was it like, being the first StarClan cat?

"It felt like a betrayal of sort, at first. Throughout my short life, I had been promised a rich afterlife, full of loved ones and an endless paradise. When I awoke, I was alone, in the dark. I built our paradise. I shaped it from the energy I found within my spirit. I am glad to have company now, my sisters kin, though there are times where I fell that emptiness once more. I built this place, yes, but... it has left a part of me hollow."

What about the StarClan of the past?

"I do not know what became of the cats that ruled the StarClan of our ancestors. I do not know if it was destroyed, as the living had been destroyed. I do not doubt there are other afterlives, though; after all, if I could do it, so can any cat who has been remembered and cherished."

Do you dictate the future of PoppyClan?

"Oh, no, goodness no. While I may have dominion over this plane, I cannot influence the actions of the living, outside of the way any cat may influence another. I cannot change the outcome of the seasons, though I find through intense emotion, I can effect the atmosphere of this territory. When I mourn, the clouds grow heavy with rain. When I am angered, the sky is dark and the moon is hidden. When I rejoice, the poppies of the land bloom more quickly. My influence seems to end there; though, the more I try, the more I learn. Recently, I've found the dreams of my Clan's cat's are just out of reach, drifting closer every night. The more who die and come to StarClan, the more I've found I'm able to do. I cant help but be curious...

Back to the question at hand. I know much more than I could have known as a living cat, but I do not know the future. I cannot predict what is coming, though I have my hunches and instincts, as a cat who has lived a long time would. When spirits come to rest here, I am blessed and burdened with their memories; their lives, their deaths. I am a collective of their stories, and at times, I fear I will forget my own, as short as it was.

What's that shadowy place?

"Oh, pay no mind to that. That's just a little project of mine, though I don't think I will finish it. There is no need to worry. I have it contained. It is empty."

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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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and they were roommates pt.2

A svt.hub collab

Pairing: camboy!chan x afab roommate!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: pet name (kitten), oral, 34 +35, dirty talk, mentions of sex tape

Summary: Wanting sex is a natural feeling, it just so happens that gratification could be found in the next room with a shitty webcam and an infectious laugh.

author note: thank you @chogiwapadada for helping me proofread this thing and thank you guys for the endless support. the fact that this was on the top page for the seventeen tag is insane and y'all made such a big deal of this and therefore i thank you guys so much. but josh if you see this, no you don't go away, please. i am always constantly overwhelmed by the support and hopefully you guys enjoy this one too!

tag list: @sapphichui @librarian-stacks @dontflailmenow @gyuldaengie @minniemole @greysdarling @romromthedeer @yoondae @dinosbestie

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

You may be wondering, what happened that night when Chan fapped to the thought of you in front of a live audience, not forgetting to invite you when he’s made a mess of himself. Did you really take up his offer, stormed out of your room, and had the most mind-blowing sex with your roommate you ever had?

Of course, you fucking didn’t, are you kidding?

What you actually did was finish off independently in your own rooms and did not speak another word to each other for the rest of the night.

You were awkward roommates at the end of the day and who knows what kind of shit would happen if you decided to pursue these escapades any further. No matter how hot and incredible Chan/Dino looked naked, there was no way you’d potentially ruin your convenient living agreements with your roommate who obviously makes enough money for the both of you (a lot of thanks to you I guess). So, what was the tactical decision after learning your roommate is a popular and successful sex worker?

Act as if nothing happened. What live show? What’s Dino? What even is Svthub? You don’t masturbate, that’s icky.

Yeah, you’re having a hard time believing that too. But what else were you supposed to do?

You could hardly look Chan in the eye the next day. Fortunately, he paid you almost no mind being that it was his weekend too. However, last night’s show was not as easily forgettable for you as it was for him. You could still picture the momentum and force that took hold of his body that managed to power his personal gratification, killing every functional cell of your entire being. His smile was already so pretty on a normal basis but how it twists desperately when he gets closer and closer, and his whines get louder and bolder, you could just cum then and there.

It fucking drove you insane he was just sitting there on the couch, laughing at cartoons as if nothing happened. It, in fact, confused you, even more, making you consider whether last night was even a dream because of how contradicting Chan and Dino really were, but it’s him. That laugh is his, that smile is his, that body is his, and that semi-hard cock poking at his gray sweatpants was definitely his. How were you so stupid that you didn’t notice sooner?

You press your lips in a firm line when you notice him turn his head at you, urging you to swallow the built up drool in your mouth.

“You wanna go grocery shopping today,” he asks, “I think I remember there was a sale for something I’ve been needing for a while.”

Like he needs to participate in any sales from the income he grew overnight.

“We went shopping last week,” you pointed out.

He nods agreeingly, “yeah, but I think we can afford it. I kinda got a huge bonus.”

Yeah, because Chan’s horny roommate couldn’t control themselves.

“Sure. Just let me get my bag.”

He claps his hands in rejoice and waits for you on the couch. When you’re both ready, Chan grabs the house keys and you’re the first one to head to the front door. Turning the knob, you swing the door open and at your feet was a package labeled to your roommate. You curiously pick it up from the ground, “Hey, Chan—”

“Uh, that’s mine,” he snatches it, nervously chuckling, sticking it in a vacant spot on your shared bookshelf.

You narrow your eyes at him as he pushes you out of the apartment and locks the door behind you both. “What was that?”

He shakes his head dismissively, flicking his hand in feigning lack of care. “Just treated myself. Got here earlier than I expected.”

Next day shipping, hmm?

You don’t question it and let Chan lead the way to the local market to grab whatever was missing from your pantry. You push the cart as Chan fills its insides gleefully, walking around like a kid in a toy store. The scene before made you almost forget the persona that clouded your mind, especially as he grows indecisive picking between chips options. You felt a little normal about your situation again.

It was then you found smth you had been looking for. A sugar free coffee syrup collection that you’ve been dying to try and has been sold out for months; it was finally available. The problem was the shelf it was on. Higher than you admit you could reach. You stretch your toes out towards the box, desperately holding on to the whimsical domestic fantasy of flavored coffee, not even getting close to touching the box.

You then feel a presence behind you, his chest grazing your back just enough to feel the noticeable progress he’s made at the gym, and a blackberry scent that hits your nose so delightfully. You didn’t fight the urge to turn around, and you faced Chan as easily hid your body from plain sight, grabbing what you meant to retrieve.

Blinking back cautiously towards him, you see the glimpse of his alluring presence from last nice, but instead you see the full picture. He looks back at you with a taunt, his eyes weighing down to give you a playful condescending grin. In your head, you imagined him teasing you like he would his audience, calling you his little toy or kitten, but instead he says, “Here you go, little one.”

You scoff, snatching the box away from him. “I could have easily gotten it myself.”

He doesn’t move from his stance and instead rests a hand on a shelf mere centimeters from your head. He narrows bedroom eyes down at you and a smile on his face that makes thousands of people climax simultaneously. Your breath hitches as he shifts his stance, where you tighten your grip on the collection box in reassurance.

“I’m sure you think that.” He responds slyly.

You huff in disbelief, pushing past him and towards the cart, grumbling to yourself something about an annoying loser. Chan, within earshot, chuckles to himself, following behind you. Hands besides either of yours on the cart handle, he walks behind you with your back to his chest, essentially embracing you.

You feel the pitter patter of your heart as he whispers in your ear, “anything else I grab from high shelves for ya?”

You roll your eyes and elbow him instinctively, the man holds his gut, absorbing the blow of his consequences. “Please, you’re 5’7. How much help can you actually be?”

“5’8 actually! And I'm a great help!”

When you get back to your apartment, you share the abundance of grocery bags with Chan. You unlock the front door and close it behind both you and Chan. Your gaze lingers at the package left on the book shelf as you pack away the food.

“Not to pry, but what is that package anyway?”

He waves his hands dismissively, “not much, just something I’ve been wanting.”

A fleshlight? A cock ring? Or maybe, a silicone torso?

“Really, you sure seem indifferent for something you’ve been wanting,” you pointed out.

“And you’re really nosy for someone that didn’t want to pry.” He shuts the cabinet, annoyance emitting from his tone.

You feel awful about pestering him but the curiosity was killing you. You continue to light heartedly bring it up every little chance you get. To which, your roommate tries to change the subject or ignore you completely in hopes you forget. Unfortunately for him, you had no off switch.

“Ok, fine, y/n. You really want to know?”

You slightly falter. “…Sure.”

Chan takes out the keys out of his pockets and uses it to shred the box. He flips the box, one cardboard flap at a time, and reveals the excessive packing. He pulls it apart teasingly slow, offering you a slight glare, and your eyes finally land on what was inside. You peer at it confused, pursing your lips before announcing out loud, almost to come to terms with what’s inside.

“A dinosaur onesie?”

“Yeah. Are you happy? You excited yourself for one comfy piece of sleepwear,” he shrugs, underlyingly relieved.

You shake your head, “you spent your bonus on a onesie?”

“What I do in my down time is my business.”

He storms off with his new favorite form of comfort and closes his bedroom door behind him. Your body boiled over with shame, thinking to yourself how selfish and invasive you were being. What, you think because your roommate masturbates to the thought of you once during a web show means you could get in his face?

You facepalm yourself and reluctantly approach his door, a limp knock resonating off the cheap wood. “Chan, I'm sorry. I don’t know why I’m being like this, but that’s no excuse.”

Silence lingers.

“Look it’s not lame to have a onesie okay, I just thought there might be something else in that box? I don’t know, but don’t be mad at me…”

You’re basically talking to a brick wall, or in your case, a wooden door.

“I won’t bother you anymore, okay. I understand there’s some lines that were drawn and I breached one of them…Whenever you want to talk again, let me know. It’s my turn to make dinner anyway. I have to have your input if you’ll complain again.”

You unlatch yourself from the door frame and timidly walk off to your room. Hai door creaks open behind you and your head to see Chan’s head peek out. A guilty expression all over his face and a dry tongue, hesitant to bare out his thoughts. “I did something…bad. Weird even.”

Hesitation is apparent in your response, wondering if he was finally going to admit that secret of his. “okay.”

“I’m not trying to be closed off—”

“You’re not,” you interrupt, “I’m just being annoying.”

“No. No…Well—okay, a little, but maybe I feel that was because of what I did.”

“What did you do, Chan?”

“Don’t make me say it,” he whines.

“It’s okay, you can say it out loud,” you reassure him, “I will not judge.”

“I…may have a little bit too much of your body wash.”

“…huh?”

He steps out from the door. “I know how that kind of stuff does without saying, but it just smells so nice. But luckily I did grab some when we’re out, and you didn't notice, so I couldn’t handle the guilt any longer. So projected on you, got angry with you. I’m sorry.”

You blink back at him, unsure of how to respond. This certainly wasn’t something you expected to come out of your mouth and you wonder why he thought it’d be something to ponder over with your feelings in mind. “How cheap do you think I am?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not that I think that I just…thought you should know the truth.”

“It’s fine, Chan. God, I thought you were going to talk about something serious. Is that all?” You egg on.

“…yeah.” He goes behind the door and isolates himself in his room.

You couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit bothered that it was all he had to say to you. Was he really that unaffected by what happened?

You let out a huff of frustration. You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to masturbate to some random hot guy on the internet. That bad guy had to be Chan. And Chan had to masturbate to you, with you, in front of thousands of other horny people to see. However, did he seem to care? Seems unlikely.

Your fist slams his door repeatedly, desiring the closure that should stop eating you up from inside, demanding him to “admit it” and while internally feeling embarrassed that you dropped the ball so quickly. You were a horny mess.

“You have more to explain to me Lee Chan!”

That goes on for a good minute until the door swings open and the man inside pulls you by the wrist disrupting his peace. You press against him, chest to chest, his eyes narrowing at you in frustration, while you look at him like a child about to receive punishment.

“Instead of waiting for me to say something, why don’t you just ask?” He suggests with a sinister tone under his breath.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, your legs grow weak from his tense presence, and you no longer have the urge to speak. Chan’s hand places on the side of your hip, pulls you up from slipping to the floor, and his expression softens. “Are you that bothered by my job?”

Your eyes fluttered rapidly in anticipation “Y-you knew?”

“It took some thinking,” he chuckles and stops to stabilize you back on the ground, keeping his distance, “are you grossed out by me?”

You became still as a lamp post, jumping between the thought of denying everything or putting it all out in the open. He was into you, you were definitely into him, there shouldn’t be a problem.

“I found you by accident. I didn’t mean to invade a private space of yours…When I found out, it was too late at that point.”

“I see. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable,” he scratches the back of his head with an uncomfortable grin, “I figured I’d be caught sooner or later. Just didn’t think I’d be so soon.”

“Look, you have a job you enjoy. I’m not going to take that away from you, Chan. It honestly doesn’t bother me. It probably pays more than that receptionist gig.”

“Right…So, how much have you seen?”

You sigh, approaching the cushion of his bed and making yourself home on the sheets. “More than I like to admit, especially to the star. Ha ha.”

Chan snickers, finally relaxing to see how aloof you become, and takes the spot next to you in bed. “I have time.”

You explain to him that in the past few days you’ve been in a sexual rut: not wanting do go out and meet other people, not wanting to go on apps, not wanting to make an effort, but still desperately craved sexual attention. That’s when you found Dino. Dino was alluring to you in a way that made you feel comfortable, yet wanted. Dino had a cheesy way with words, but nonetheless, he had a way with them. He feels inclusive and intimate, making you feel immersed in every recording posted on his site. He was talented in ways you could imagine with the last sexual partners you have and gave you the ultimate goal in the end every single time.

“I’m so flattered…and kinda exposed.”

You laugh quietly to yourself and pat him on the back. “You’re really good at it. I was impressed to say the least.”

“I’m assuming you caught last night's show too?”

Your cheeks began to pink. “Uh, yeah, that show.”

“I just want to say I don’t normally do that. It was a one time thing and I just…I got caught up. I’m sorry.”

“D-don’t be, I was really surprised, but pleasantly,” you let out a nervous chuckle, “but I really didn’t think I had that effect on you.”

“Maybe just a little,” he admits with a shy smile, “And I even invited you. It’s stupid. If I knew you were watching—”

“I didn’t come over because it was a live show, not because I didn’t want to…do that with you.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Chan fiddles with his fingers before resting it close to yours, your pinkies making skin contact. “So, you wanted to?”

You shrug, having a hard time meeting his eyes as you glowed like a fresh tomato. “I don’t know, maybe, kind of…I didn’t want to start something that could ruin what we have, you know?”

“Right,” he nods, “I get that. The last thing us roommates need is a complicated situation.”

“Exactly. It felt only right to not do anything.”

Chan piques in wonder, readjusting himself in the mattress to lean forward in your direction. “Is it though?”

You scoff, glancing at him briefly. “Of course it is…isn’t it?”

His gaze drifts off towards your lips, flickering back to your eyes. A smile that resembles a Cheshire cat forms on his face, effectively luring you without any words. If he did ever decide to show his face, his income would multiply by ten folds. There was no way someone would be able to ignore a face like that. His lips begin to part, and you follow the shapes they make until your brain processes them into words.

“Do you really think that way?”

You let out light gasp, also surprised by how similarly his tone shifts into Dino and once again you’re hypnotized by his mere presence, making you think he could make you do almost anything.

“Don’t you?”

He shakes his head confidently, a soft giggle escapes his lips. “You’re so cute.”

You clear your throat. “Am I?”

“Yeah,” his body turns completely to sit up parallel to you, “You don’t know how much I’m trying to control myself right now.”

“Then don’t,” you respond curtly, “I can handle myself.”

He nods. “I’ll take your word for it.”

His lips fit around yours in an instant. He moves with assertion. You were completely under his spell, unwaveringly in his possession. His hand moves to cup your face, his tongue finding easy entry after biting down on your bottom lips. The top of his nose tickles yours and you find yourself grasping his sides. Your legs pull up from the floor and anchor on his sheets. Chan’s free arm moves to take hold of your waist, forcing you chest to chest.

He parts from your lips reluctantly. He stares back at your half open eyes as if waiting for you to tell him to stop. When you’re the one to lean in and match his rhythm from moments before, he’s the one to give in to you. He melts into you until you’re one. You collapse underneath him and he strokes your hair so sweetly. How he kisses is between a starved man and a long time lover; comforting but exciting all at once.

His hand trails beneath your shirt, shivers running up your spine. You feel his smile against your lips as he hums to himself gleefully. “You’re so pretty underneath me, Kitten.”

“You figured that out too?” You laughed nervously.

“I had a feeling. Is that what you like being called? Kitten?”

You caught your lower lip between your teeth. “Not really, but I don’t mind it when you say it.

“Really,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, nuzzling his nose against yours, “that makes me happy to hear.”

His lips fall against your cheeks in peppery kisses then down your jaw, biting and sucking against the untouched skin until it glowed red and purple. His hand at the same time lands on your thigh, massaging your skin. Smoothly, his hands in a cupping shape drags two fingers over your clothed cunt, chuckling darkly into your skin as you gasp. “Fuck Chan.”

He pushes himself up and makes home underneath your pants, achingly closer to the arousal that soaked your underwear. A thin layer of it spreads on the pads on his fingers, pushing them in with the layer of underwear in between. Your abdomen tenses up, but that’s how you knew he did it right. At the same time, his hand traces your jaw before prying it open your lips with his fingers. You let them slip inside your mouth with ease, quick to close around his digits, to which Chan let them pump inside your mouth. He grips your jaw with the rest of his hand, emulating you being full in both ends.

“You like that? You like it when I put my fingers in your mouth?”

You bob your head to nod, feeling his fingers plunge harder into your core as a reward. You moan loudly around the fingers in your mouth, and feel him drag his crotch over your thigh, getting himself off. You are overwhelmed to say the least but not unsatisfied. “You look like you’d do anything I want, am I right about that kitten?”

You nod again, subtle squirming at the height of your excitement.

“Then why don’t you make yourself comfortable and sit on my face for me, hmm? And you can return the favor for me if you like.”

He pulls away from you to give you space. He undresses himself from his plain white tee down to his sweatpants and soon after you follow suit. You ogle at the appearance of his sweat glistening torso, able to trace every deep toned structure by memory, and then match the level of his cock, pointing plainly in your direction, almost screaming at you to touch it.

“Is kitten getting distracted? You need some help undressing?”

He chuckles at your speechless state and comes to your aid. He lifts your shirt from your body, his confidence faltering at your beautiful flushed skin underneath as he looks at you in amazement. His hand glides your slide, thumbing over your erect nipples to see then get harder he squeezed. Pulling away from the trance, he smiles before lowering down and pulling off your pants and underwear, unveiling a glistening beauty that was your cunt. He could feel his mouth watering already.

“I want to eat you out so bad,” he says breathlessly.

Your blood pumping at his words, making you pull Chan flat on the bed. He lays sprawled out with a smile, he beckons you with a simple gesture, and before you know it, you lower yourself over his mouth, tempted by the cock that stood tall in front of you. You feel him kiss along your inner thigh, mouthing at your folds, until that while his smile engorges on your entrance. His thumbs spread you apart and feel your heart flutter at his pace. He had yet to use his tongue but skills did all the talking. You grab hold of his strong, reliable thighs and flatten your body on his.

You hold his shaft for the first time and laugh nervously. “Wow, I’m seeing it in person.”

“I hope I can exceed your expectations,” he chuckles into your heat.

First you take in the shape with your eyes, pristine and perfect just like on screen, then your mouth. You fit half of it inside the best you could, all while drowning to the sound of Chan’s wet love making to your soaked pussy, and bob face down on his length. You lube him with your saliva, transparent ribbons stretching as you pull away. Your hand cups his balls, kneading them like dough, adjusting to his size all too naturally.

While Chan had a delicious time, he grew increasingly aware how better you were at this than he imagined. This only encourages him more, his arms loop around your legs, pulling your body toward him roughly. He flicks his tongue in sharp licks and occasionally switches to devouring its inside like a gourmet meal. His nose buried deep into you, rubbing against the bud of your clit, playful pants leaving his lips.

“Mmh, Chan. Like that please…” you plead.

His nails dig into the flesh of your ass, licking fats and harsh stripes before letting you close up around his tongue. He explores you like he would a venture, ambrosia on his taste buds. On the other hand, you feel the need to catch up. You swallowed his girth, pushing it in deeper, and grind up on Chan’s face. When you reach his base, his hips come to aid, thrusting into your mouth with no remorse. You stabilize yourself on his stomach and let him hit the back of your throat senselessly. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, vibrating around him from your moans, tears start to swell up in your eyes.

Your muffled voice would echo from the walls, bouncing off every surface, before you came in his mouth, twitching enough that he forces you down on him. He drove you insane with what could do, driving you to pull your mouth off him to gasp for air, it all became too much, but not unwelcome. “P-please cum in my mouth, Chan. I want it so bad.”

Chan lets his mouth rest for a moment, takes the opportunity to take in oxygen and leaves you a last order before he dives back in. “Then put it back in your mouth for me, kitten.”

You do as you're told and force it down your throat, letting it hit far back in your uvula with your thrust until he pours inside you. Your eyes snap shut. You close the opening of your mouth to not let a single drop go to waste. Your cheeks inflate from lack of capacity and you're forced to swallow down what you’ve reined in. You fall to your side on the bed and Chan manages to pull himself up to lock eyes. A sweaty disheveled mess, Chan smiles in bliss seeing how fucked out you’ve become just for him. His fingers land on your lips and gently pull them apart to see your clean work. You stick your tongue plainly out in response, smiling just as bright as he was.

“Tired already?” He teases.

“Maybe, just...how do you do it? For hours on end too?”

“I just know what I’m doing, kitten. Don’t worry about the next round, I’ll do all the work,” he crawls on top of you, smoothing your frayed hair, “and while we’re at it, I can turn a camera on and we can have a little something to ourselves.”

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comics-and-fanworks · 2 years

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ML Career Choice AU

Disclaimer: My problem with ML is with the writers and their decisions, not really any one specific character. Am I salty towards some characters? Yes, but it’s mostly due to how they’re written. Also I am not an Engineer, I don’t know all of the proper terms.

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Marinette is prepared for almost everything, but she was not expecting this. Lila had decided to rub salt into the wound and began lying about her to Gabriel. Adrien (who was frustrated with Marinette’s refusal to take his “high road” advice and upset she’s discovered her backbone) was easily convinced to back up Lila’s claims. He thought that once Marinette learned her lesson, he could convince his father that it was all just a big misunderstanding. What he did not account for was that Gabriel would blacklist Marinette from the fashion industry! Lila of course, bragged to anyone who would listen, but Adrien was going through some mixed emotions. On one hand he was horrified at his father’s over reaction, on the other hand he thought this was surely the thing that would finally convince Marinette to listen to him and go back to being a doormat! He couldn’t understand why Plagg was so upset at him though, everything would work out in the end.

Needless to say Marinette was devastated, and ended up missing a few days of school. Everything she had worked for was gone, and there was nothing she could do to get it back. Her parents tried everything to comfort their daughter, and one day while bringing her something to eat, Tom stepped into one of the traps she’d rigged to protect the Miracle Box. Instead of being angry, Tom and Sabine were amazed. They assumed the trap was meant to keep her classmates out of her room (who had been rejoicing over their daughter’s misery. They saw texts between the kids suggesting they were going to destroy her work), and praised Marinette’s skill and creativity. Tom made a comment as he was being removed from the trap, “You know Mari, you could be an engineer. With your creativity, the sky’s the limit!”

Turns out those were the magic words. Tom and Sabine saw the fire slowly begin to ignite in their daughter’s eyes again, and made a silent promise to do everything they could to make sure at least one of her dreams came true. As time went on they happily bought her books, sent her to talks, and did everything they could to help her learn as much as she could. Coincidentally Ladybug happened to reach out to her about finding ways to akuma-proof structures. Marinette was determined to succeed, and her classmates, Lila, and Adrien would not stop her.

Many years had passed, and Marinette was a highly sought after engineer. She was 25 and had practically redesigned all of Paris by now. She was credited with creating the first akuma-proof buildings, which made dealing with Hawkmoth and his akumas much easier to deal with. Considering Chat Noir would only show up to flirt, and most of the time he didn’t show up at all. Occasionally she still had to deal with Adrien trying to convince her to apologize to Lila for being such a ‘cruel bully.’ He promised that if she did he’d convince his father to either remove her from the blacklist, or secretly hire her. While she still designed for a few loyal clients (like Jagged and Clara) she had no desire to enter fashion. If they’d believe she was the devil based on lies from Adrien, Gabriel, and Lila, then they weren’t worth her time.

One day she gets an angry text from Adrien’s newest number of the week accusing her of exposing Lila. She asks, “What do you mean? I’m in America helping design a new Wayne Enterprises building.” Turns out someone else put two and two together and called out Lila, and everything spiraled from there. What Lila, Adrien, and Gabriel did to her was exposed too, and Gabriel quickly sent Adrien to America to smooth things over with Marinette (he was banking on the fact she used to have a crush on his son). Adrien arrives in Gotham and barges into a café Marinette was spotted at, shouting something along the lines of “Come back Mari I know you love me! Surely you’ll forgive us and come back and help save the company. Engineering isn’t what you’re supposed to do, fashion is!”

What he was not expecting was the confused looks he got from Marinette and the man she was with. While the various Gothamites were recording the drama and announcing to the world that their talented engineer could also design clothes, Marinette just sighed and said,

“Used to love you Adrien. Past tense. I’ve moved onto bigger and better things. I rebuilt most of Paris, I invented akuma-proof materials for building. Gabriel, the man and the company, are the least of my concerns. I won’t forgive you, because I don’t have to, and you’re actions prove to me that I shouldn’t because it shows you haven’t changed.”

The man sitting with her got up to approach Adrien, who proceeded to try and intimidate the dark haired stranger. “Who the hell do you think you are and what have you been telling her?” Adrien yelled at the man. The man with the midnight black hair and blue eyes just smirked at the disgraced model.

“I didn’t tell Little Ms. Magic anything, she’s got a brilliant mind and enough confidence to last two lifetimes, I’m just here to keep her company. Oh by the way, my name’s Jason, Jason Todd Wayne, and I’m her Fiancé.”

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Let me know if there are any problems and feel free use this if you’d like!

#marinette deserves better #marinette dupen chang #minor class salt #lila salt #adrien salt #gabriel salt #tom and sabine sugar #maribat #jasonette

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ngaatee · 7 months

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For the People Academia Breaks

Hey so I am going to get something off of my chest. Last year I got a postgraduate degree in philosophy and it was actually one of the most devastating experiences of my entire life.

I have always been someone with big ideas, and my favourite aspect of philosophy has always been the way that I can blend different ideas to address current issues, especially if something about those ideas sometimes veer into using my imagination. So when we got to choose our thesis topics, I jumped to do something ambitious, something impressive, something grand. And it was. I posed the following question: What would an African feminist ethic say about posthumanism and transhumanism as it pertains to the right to bodily integrity?

This question meant the world to me. It means the world to me. There was so much to get into, so many ideas, and so little published philosophical work on each section of the question. It was quintessentially me.

Ambitious, important and interesting. And I did fucking do it. I didn't get the high grade that I had hoped for, but I got a high enough average should I pursue further higher education, I had gotten a high grade for a concept I essentially invented and built from the ground up, and I had yet another fucking degree after a year plagued by illness, piss poor mental health, worse financial management and not a damn clue what I would do next.

I had also excelled in my other classes and so I was going to take the win and move on. I was in a space where what mattered to me was that I had what I needed for the next steps. Academia career, and somehow reforming education, those have been my goals forever, So I had my grades and set out to get reference letters and one person I asked was my supervisor. And that, dear reader, was when it all went to shit and my mental health sunk to a new low.

My supervisor and I had not had major conflict but I was ready to move on for a variety of reasons. I had tutored one of her classes and had reservations about her methodology and when opportunities for feedback came, I was as honest but diplomatic as possible. I was not the lecturer. When she became my supervisor I had looked in the guide and I had thought that she was going to be the right fit. But in some ways I always felt that my work was not my own, and often times my work became a site of ego. But it could have been worse so I was going to move on and take those lessons to do things differently next time.

So I emailed her, was happy to have the grades for a future in academia and asked for the referral. She emailed me and gave me unsolicited feedback and then openly stated that a section of my work "surprised her, and not in a good way". I will be frank, it disgusted me. I read it and my skin crawled because she had been a less than stellar supervisor, including being angered when I got an extension after my hospitalization, threatening to not even give me a grade, when the HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT granted me one.

I was a star pupil, with the exploratory ideas to back it up, and consistently she undermined me and I forgave her every time because of how badly I wanted it. And then in the last moment, after I toiled on a thesis and made it through with a high GPA, she could not let me be happy. She could not let me rejoice that every single day last year felt like I was taking my dying breath, And she could not be the kind of supervisor that deserved my bright ideas, my desire to learn, my ambition. I was told that I should prep a version of my paper for a conference and she never had the time to help me, everyday there was an excuse, and I still made it, and she could not just let us be cordial and move on.

That thesis I did is my first child. I laboured, I read, and I thought it through, and I was willing to accept the imperfections that came in my crafting of it because it was powerful and meaningful. I am an African woman, concerned with how we understand our autonomy and our bodies and what that means in a greater philosophical context. I chose a thesis that meant something to me, and I used whatever philosophical building blocks I could to bring it together, and achieved a feat that people thought might be impossible for me. And I am damn proud of it. And in that email, my supervisor didn't care because she felt embarrassed or something.

I have spent a year being angry. How dare she? Especially since academia puts certain kinds of constraints on work and even with those constraints, I made lemonade out of lemons. In fact, I made lemonade out of rocks. And I have grieved and been sad and it has broken my spirit remembering the disdain in that email. And then the later email with the reference letter where I discover that after all this time, my supervisor knows nothing about me.

She doesn't know my worth, she doesn't know how much her class benefitted from having me as a tutor, and my fellow tutor too. She doesn't know anything that other institutions would love about me. Her colleagues do though. They gave me beautiful letters that reflected my passion, honesty, and integrity, and I felt seen. I wish that I had gotten one of them to be my supervisor, I just didn't know any better, it was a new university, a new city, with new people. But my thesis, my baby, would have been so much safer and cared for in their hands.

But I am not ending it like that. I have started to embark on a multimedia art project revisiting and expanding my thesis and I am explaining different philosophical and sociological concepts that are relevant to it as I go along. Because my thesis belongs to me. My ideas belong to me. And the projections of my supervisor, and the painful memories that are attached to it for me will not under any circumstances, end with her defining my thesis for me.

My thesis is my baby, my child and I am proud of it. Its words live in me, its ideas still are a fixation in my mind, and now I have what it takes to really bring it to the next level. And so I will. I do not just love my thesis as a cute baby that people admire and call beautiful. I love my thesis as a petulant older child that sometimes struggles to string ideas that are linked but in ways that are not obvious. I love my thesis as a teenager lost in despair trying to reconcile how a society functions and the philosophies and ideologies that underpin it, the teenager reading social and political thought for the first time. I love my thesis as the young adult that has more questions than answers. I love my thesis as all of the people I have been and whom I will be.

Academia broke my heart. and it devastated many people befor me. But many ideas are worth exploring. Many ideas are worth cradling in a warm blanket and developing over time. Your ideas and mine, are worth so much more than the egos and power of people around us, and they do not get to rob our work of its dignity. And we do not have to leave the brilliance of our thoughts with the memories of people who never cared to understand them. And so I am coming back for my child, I am returning for my thesis. Because I am willing to spend time with it, and nurture it, and develop it. I am ready for it to one day be in the world and standing on its own.

The words of my thesis live in me, but the words of my thesis will live beyond me. And so as I drawm paint, photograph and write for this multimedia art project. As the young mother of this thesis and this combination of ideas, I will be raw and approach it with care, consideration and thoughtfulness. and hopefully, my thesis will find the right people who are interested in philosophy, sociology and the arts. Because this thesis will always be my baby, and I hope it meets people that love it and see it for what it is, the way that I do.

I dedicate this multimedia art project to the people whose first heartbreak was being alienated from their ideas in service of other people's desires. May you always find your way back to that child who wondered so much about the world, and was eager to learn more.

#philosophy #african n ethics #feminist ethics #academia #academic validation #higher education #burn out #thesis #multimedia art project #posthumanism #transhumanism #sociology #social sciences #I feel free now

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in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 15

Word count: 2789 Warnings: some blood A/N: rejoice, for i am almost done with college (for this semester) and have much more time and energy, hence this chapter. consider it a christmas present <3

By the time the potato fortress was demolished, the bandage on Vince’s shoulder had grown soggy and heavy, and underneath dumb pain accompanied every Vince’s movement, occasionally sharpening into spikes. When Mick turned away to fiddle with the pot on the stove, Vince unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off the three-day-old bandage.

The wound didn’t look promising, with the skin between the stitches red and inflamed, and the thread dark and wet with blood. If it had been healing, the process surely was disrupted. This really begged for a doctor, but he had just refused to do that to Mick’s face, so going to a surgeon would mean admitting defeat, and Vince had enough of it today. Besides, while death of infection wasn’t among the ways to kill himself that he considered, but for lack of alternatives…

A hand grasped his forearm, startling him. The bandage fell onto the ground with an audible plop. Not paying that any mind, Mick silently dragged him to the door and then along the corridor to the sick bay. Vince didn’t resist. It made sense with Nikki. Not with Mick.

Izzy the surgeon wasn’t alone. A familiar redhead was sitting on the bunk in the sick bay and sipping beer from a mug. There was a talk in hushed voices going on, but it was, naturally, stopped as Mick barged in without a knock and unceremoniously shoved Vince inside.

“Take care of this idiot before I do,” he only said and, not sparing Vince another look, slammed the door shut.

“Wow.” Axl raised an eyebrow. “Never seen the old man so pissed. What did you do, hump his guitar?”

“I wish,” Vince jerked his shoulder, annoyed, but then the pain in it flared up, making him wince. Izzy the surgeon frowned, and Vince belatedly remembered he wasn’t supposed to disclose his and Axl’s connection to anyone on the ship. Well, that one reply didn’t mean anything, right?

“You got him so angry and didn’t even use the chance to hump his guitar?” Axl continued, making Izzy snort. That was the first time Vince heard him make a sound since he dryly informed him about that same shoulder wound during his first visit to sick bay.

“You seem unhealthily fixated on it, should I tell Mick to lock it up at night?” Vince replied half-mindedly, eyeing the surgeon nervously. Stopping in the middle of a conversation now would seem stranger than continuing it. Izzy, however, observed the battle of wits with no sign of surprise. No sign of anything, really. It was hard to see his eyes at all underneath the long, greasy hair and in the dim light of the sick bay.

“Oh, so he doesn’t lock her up?” Axl grinned. “Pray tell, where does he keep her?”

“Whatever you’re thinking of, I wouldn’t recommend it. You try to cross the galley’s threshold at night, you’re getting an early breakfast. Of lead.”

“Really? Does he also shoot at you when you go out for a piss?”

Vince nodded. He might have exaggerated Mick’s reaction a bit, to keep any night eaters’ hopes low. Just a bit, though, because anyone breaking down the closed door at night was guaranteed a couple extra holes.

“Oh you poor thing, can’t even go take a leak?” Axl didn’t sound too pitiful, more amused, and that felt good.

“Oh, I can. You don’t want to know where, though.”

“Ew-w-w!” Even Izzy couldn’t hold back a cry of disgust. Vince took it as his little personal victory. He had already learned that the reaction to this type of humor was deceptive. If the pirates didn’t love the joke, they wouldn’t say anything at all, and that silence could kill faster than staying in the same room with a dozen pirates who had beans for dinner. “Yeah, I’ll think twice before eating anything from the galley now.”

“Think as much as you want, you’ll eat it anyway. May I?” Without waiting for an answer, Vince reached out for Axl’s unfinished mug of beer and finished it off in two gulps. Watching Axl’s jaw loosen in indignation was quite entertaining. And reassuring, because whatever Nikki had said, those two treated him rather decently so far, even when he obviously overstepped the boundaries.

“You recovered rather quickly,” another voice said from behind Vince’s back. Izzy. “Surprising.”

“Really?” Vince abruptly turned on his heels towards Izzy. His face gave no indication of whether the last comment was meant positively or negatively, but Vince had a feeling that if it was the latter, the surgeon wouldn’t initiate the talk at all. “Why?”

“Well,” one corner of Izzy’s mouth curved ever so slightly, “last time you were here, you were trembling like a leaf and couldn’t string two words together. I didn’t expect you’d last the night.”

Not a muscle had moved in the surgeon’s face, but he tilted his head to the left slightly… it might have been the dim light of the sick bay and the shadows of Izzy’s hair falling on his face, but the nothingness of his face had an ironic undertone now.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, you were rather… distraught. You lost everything you had, including your vir… dignity. You don’t look the hardy type to me, and that would be the easiest way out.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” Vince said in a strangled voice. “If I die, I die of this infection that Mick dragged me here for. Stop talking nonsense and deal with it instead.”

“Hey, drop that tone,” Axl demanded, his voice suddenly stern. “Order your servants around with it- oh right, you don’t have any. Nobody owes you anything anymore.”

“Ax, relax,” Izzy said lazily, rising from his chair. “Old habits slip through in everyone sometimes. You, for example, still can’t take a shit when there’s someone else on the poop deck, and captain still expects us to know what minuet is. Shirt off.” That last one was addressed to Vince, who hastily pulled his shirt over his head. Izzy grabbed a candle and leaned forward, examining the wound, the candle so close Vince could feel the heat with his skin. He sure hoped Izzy’s hand wouldn’t slip.

“Let’s see… Haven’t I fixed it before? Yeah, those are my stitches… holy shit. It takes an effort to fuck up my work this badly. What you been doing with them?”

“Not me,” Vince said gloomily.

“Ah.” No emotion on the pale face once again. It contrasted especially starkly with Axl’s grimace on the background. “Well, tell the captain that if he keeps that up, he might lose his favorite whipping boy in a couple of months at best. This one looks fixable, but if they add up it’s gonna get real bad.”

“If I tell him that, it will take much less than a couple months.” Vince much preferred when they discussed his night pissing accommodations.

“C’mon, it’s not in his interest. It’s not like you can find pretty captives on every ship you raid. It was three years between you and Axl. Pretty boys don’t usually go seafaring – for obvious reasons.”

“But Axl said-“ Vince turned to the redhead, then caught himself. Izzy seemed aware, but to what extent?

“Yeah, he got luckier than you. Doesn’t mean that wasn’t one of the reasons,” Izzy interrupted him. Ah, so he was fully aware. Interesting that Axl didn’t consider it worthwhile to tell him about their little club. “Ax, get off the bunk. I’m gonna have to stitch him anew. Here, lie down.”

He pressed on Vince’s shoulder, pushing him to lie onto his back, then opened a cabinet and extracted a bottle of water out of it and a surgeon’s kit.

“Hold this.” He handed Vince the water. As Vince discovered three seconds later, it was actually vodka. A shitty painkiller, but better than nothing.

“Hey!” Izzy caught Vince red-handed sipping out of the bottle. “You parasite! That’s for medical purposes. Give that to me.”

“I’m self-medicating!” Vince protested, reluctantly handing back the bottle. The only upside of vodka was that it didn’t take much of it to get piss drunk, though, so he wasn’t too upset about the loss.

“For external use!”

“Why? If you want to clean the wound with it, why not just use water? And I could find a better use for this heavenly beverage.”

“Are you telling me how to do my job? Maybe you’ll patch yourself up too then and save everyone the trouble?” Izzy gave Vince a blank stare that impressed him more than any frown Axl could master. “No? Then don’t act all smart here. Stretch out the arm.”

He got down onto his knees next to the bunk and leaned close to the wound, carefully stretching the skin a little to get a better look at it. Then he cut the thread with small scissors and abruptly pulled it out.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t be such a pussy,” Izzy rolled his eyes. “At least, not more than you already are.”

Vince wouldn’t have swallowed the insult so meekly if the surgeon wasn’t just about the only person capable of fixing his wound. Without the thread the torn edges of the wound widened, exposing black, clotted blood inside. Vince winced.

“Could be worse,” Izzy waved him off. “It just started to inflame. I don’t see any pus there so far.” Then he pulled out a patch of fabric and the aforementioned vodka bottle and, before Vince managed to realise what was happening, poured vodka all over it.

A second passed, and then Vince threw his head back with a howl as the liquid burned exposed flesh and the skin around it. Izzy promptly pressed the fabric to the wound, pushing Vince back onto the bunk, and held him down as he cursed and hissed. Then he began cleaning out the dried blood with the cloth, and Vince discovered he knew even more curse words than he thought. Thankfully, he did the job quickly enough for Vince to only cycle through his collection of curses three times.

“This should be a torture technique!” he protested once he was again capable of coherent speech. “Wouldn’t water do the job just as well?”

“No.” Izzy threw the bloody cloth on the floor. “Over my years of practice I discovered that the wounds cleaned with vodka or other highly alcoholic beverages have much lower chance of inflaming. And you need that chance. I can’t really chop off a shoulder in case there’s a gangrene.”

Vince, realizing this was a real possibility, went quiet. Izzy, meanwhile, grabbed a needle, threaded it and then dipped it into the flame of the candle. For a second Vince believed the thread would catch fire, but Izzy knew what he was doing. After a couple minutes of this he removed it, tried to touch it with his fingers, cursed under his breath and blew onto the blunt tip. When it presumably cooled enough, he grabbed the needle and lowered himself onto a stool next to the bed.

“Now hold still. You fidget too much, I’ll have to ask Axl to pin you down.”

“You don’t want that,” Axl, who until now had been observing the scene with an interest one would express to a circus performance, confirmed from the back.

“Aren’t you going to wait until the needle cools down?” Vince asked warily.

“No. It will hurt anyway.” With that, Izzy began to stitch.

The stab wound was small and only took him a few minutes to stitch up, but to Vince they were hours. He gripped the edge of the bed so tightly his fingers went numb, and bit his lips so hard he drew blood. But, for the first time on the Shout, the pain was inflicted without a purpose to hurt, and so he kept silent, save for an occasional pained gasp.

“All done.” Izzy rose from his stool and wiped his bloody fingers and the needle with a towel. “And you didn’t have to be all tough and manly about it. Crying actually helps relieve the pain.”

“Yeah, so you get more excuses to call me a pussy?” Vince huffed, sitting up on the bunk and putting his feet onto the floor. His bloodied knees poked out of his pants, drawing a disproportionate amount of attention.

“Whoa, man,” Axl whistled in amazement, “you seen his knees? To fucking shreds! The blowjob must have been insane.”

Izzy raised his eyebrows. “Huh. The captain sure doesn’t fuck around. You might want to get these cleaned and bandaged, though.”

“I might, if you two stop talking bollocks,” Vince said through gritted teeth.

“That’s only in your interest,” Izzy shrugged, wetting a cloth with vodka and handing it to him. “These can get infected too.”

“I- ouch!- know.” Vince dabbed the cloth onto one knee, then another. He didn’t even have to take off his pants for that, which was convenient.

“Any other injuries I should know about?”

“None that I recall,” Vince said curtly.

“Man, if that’s just his knees, imagine what the captain is doing to his ass,” Axl said from behind Izzy’s back. “Maybe he’s just too shy to ask you about it.”

“If you don’t shut up, I will do something much worse to your ass,” Vince promised.

“Oh-oh, so scary.” Axl threw his hands up in pretended surrender, but had to cut the act short to dodge from the candle holder Vince hurled at him. He promptly picked it up to throw it back, but Izzy was quicker.

“Stop that right now!” He snatched the candle holder from Axl’s hand. “I won’t tolerate a mess in my workplace!” For the first time Vince heard an actual emotion in his voice – anger. “Rose, get the hell out!”

“Hey! He started that!” Axl protested.

“I don’t care. He needs my services, and you’re here just to gawk. Get out or I’ll make you.” The surgeon was thinner and lighter than Axl, but Vince didn’t doubt for a second that he could easily do that. Axl seemed to be of the same opinion, because he got up and disappeared behind the door, muttering indignantly under his breath.

“You done?” Izzy turned back to Vince like nothing happened and crouched next to the bunk to look at his knees. “Well, you certainly didn’t try your hardest. Gimme.”

He quickly and relentlessly wiped up the rest of the clotted blood off Vince’s knees and bandaged them.

“Try not to kneel much in the next few days. Even if the captain wants you to. Tell him I said so.”

“I will make sure to pass your recommendations on to him,” Vince promised grimly. “After which he, in turn, will make sure to break every single one of them. Thanks for the help. Drop by the galley when you can. I don’t have much influence over Mick, but I can coax an extra mug of beer out of him for you.”

“You sure know your strengths.” Izzy smiled with corners of his mouth. “I’ll consider it. Now off you go.”

Well, out of all of “get the fuck out of here” variations this one was rather polite. Vince, not wishing to test Izzy’s patience any longer, left the sick bay and almost bumped into Axl, who was waiting patiently by the door.

“You could have told me that Izzy knows about us before I had to find it out by trial and error!” Vince poked him in the chest accusingly.

“Well, it didn’t end in error after all, right?” Axl waved his hand carelessly. “Besides, I wanted to see how you’d hold up in the presence of another person. I gotta say, I thought you had better manners.”

“Learning from you all,” Vince grumbled. “Anyone else aware you haven’t told me about?”

“Nope. Izzy’s the only one on this ship I can trust.” Axl sighed.

“Three years, and you’ve only made one friend? You’re not a social type, aren’t you?”

“I’ll look at you in three years and see how you’re faring,” Axl scowled. “If you’re still alive, that is. The captain sure is hot-headed, but within reason. You must be a terrible pain in the ass to end up so beaten.”

“I’m not-“ Vince began, but realized anything he said would be taken as proof of that. A pain in the ass, a bother, an annoyance. None of the pirates would ever see past this description, would never believe it wasn’t his fault. They believed their precious captain would never do that on his own volition, and together with general disregard of the “blue bloods” it was enough for them to shift the blame completely onto Vince’s shoulders.

He gave Axl a deadly glare and stormed down the corridor to the galley.

#vince neil #axl rose #izzy stradlin #pirate au #in darkness shall you be reborn #motley crue #motley crue au #guns n roses #guns n roses au #had SO MUCH FUN writing axl&izzy dynamics. wanted to introduce izzy for so long. hope yall love him i sure do #for yall whove been sending me messages these past two months: feast. i love yall you've really been lifting my spirits over these months #and i sure needed it. the hole was dark and deep #my writing #POSTED TO WRONG BLOG FIRST SORRY

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frankcastleonlyfans · 2 years

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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐂.𝐂

pairing: criston cole x stark!reader

summary: reader has a crush on the handsome dornish soldier of the kingsguard

words: 1.4k

author's note: I'm trying a new thing with my writing, let me know what you guys think. This is a short one but I wrote it with love <3 we probably hate ser criston and his homophobic ass after episode 05 but that's okay because he's hot 🔥 🥵 i love u guys!! <3

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!

18+ warning

warnings: mentions of murder and torture, implications of sex.

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Everyone at the Red Keep knows: anywhere the princess goes, she takes her pet wolf.

It only made quite obvious how alone princess Rhaenyra felt after cutting ties with the lady, now queen, Alicent. And guilty, the King felt the necessity of bringing lord Rickon Stark's oldest daughter, Y/N, to make the princess some company — that at first was totally against the idea.

But eventually Rhaenyra learned to open herself Lady Y/N, who always seemed intrigued about the princess and her valyrian culture. Your friendship became a distraction, an escapism mechanism to princess forget about her responsibilities. You went to dragonrides together, eat every meal together, study together... King Viserys rejoiced, his heir was finally happy.

But why no one cared about the northern lady's happiness? Besides the princess, Y/N Stark had no one. You left Winterfell alone and had no relatives in King's Landing. Your duty was bigger than your feelings, after all, being friends with the heir to the throne could higher your house's status. All you wanted to do was make your father proud.

Your time in the court wasn't so bad. Rhaenyra could be the realm's delight, but you were hers. The princess growned vey fond of you, and so did the staff around her. You enjoyed helping maesters and maids, showing how kind you were. That didn't seemed to please queen Alicent, who out of jealously, thought your acts were just acts. She wasn't happy that the king found someone to replace her in Rhaenyra's heart, and it was only worse when you turned out to be doing it really fine.

Months away from your family and the north, you were now a lady from the west coast. You got used to the heat and the bad humored people, but the capital never felt like home, until you met him.

The new member of the kingsguard, Ser Criston Cole. His dornish beauty certainly was the thing that got your attention, but he was different from anyone you had ever met. He was kind, and honest, and it didn't took much to realize how hard and quickly you had fell for him.

You thought that perhaps prince Aegon's name day celebration came in the right time. Rhaenyra hated the idea of leaving the castle's walls, but you convinced her that making contact with nature could be nice for both of you, specially since you missed home so much. That was before you wish you could have just stayed quiet that day, was long before the queen noticed your sinful glances and how you would bit your lip everytime you looked at ser Criston. It was long before she had you in her private tent, threatening your life and his.

"I am warning you, lady Y/N. If I suspect that something, anything, has happen between the two of you, I'll have him castrated and tortured for breaking his oath. And your reputation will be ruined, just like your house's." She threatened, sounding as menacing as she could be.

You were already sobbing at the idea of the love of your life being tortured. Vivid scenarios of his pretty body being destroyed, his lovely smile being ripped of his face, someone killing him, rounded your head. Dismissing you, queen Alicent couldn't care less about your panic.

Running out of her tent, you hopped on the back of a horse and rode away from the public eye, where you could be alone and desperate, unafraid — the middle of the forest. When you felt like you had no idea where you were, that's where you stopped.

You cried your heart out asking yourself how you let it come to this. He was your friend, someone you truly cared about, and you had let your disires for him display for everyone to see.

Immediately swallowing your sobs once you heard the sound of trotting horse. Someone clearly followed you, and you could only think thay queen Alicent had sent someone to kill you. Your little heart ached once you saw sir Criston's worried face.

"Lady Y/N! I came after you but I lost your sight." He came closer to you, your body instinctively gave a step back, "You... were crying. Are you hurt, my lady?"

My lady, he said. You only wish you could be his.

"No. No, I... I'm a little home sick, that's all." You tried your best shot at lying.

"I'm sorry to hear that. It's getting dark, Y/N." He pronounced your name softly. He was your friend, and saw no need to use your title. "May I escort you back to the camp?" He asked gently, taking your tiny hand in his gloved one.

You looked at him. You loved him so much it was painful, so you you came to the conclusion it was best to leave. Tomorrow you would be asking the king his permission to leave the capital and head back to Winterfell.

"Not yet." You asked, "Stay here with me a little bit."

And he did. The dark of the night took over the forest, and Ser Criston made a bonfire to light up the space and gave you his cloak to make you warm.

You chatted a bit, but it pleased you to listen to him. Criston talked about how he understood your feelings because he missed home too. You had never been to Dorne, but he talked about it like it was the greatest place in the seven kingdoms.

You both fell in comfortable silent. He was staring at you, grinning like the first time he saw you. You never understood why he smiled to a person he had never met before.

"Can I ask why were you crying? We both know you wouldn't run away because you feel homesick. We both know you're always homesick."

You smile sadly. He knew you so well. "Long short story, I am in love with someone."

He listened and nodded.

"Okay... And I guess you can't be with them?" He asked and you confirmed. "Why?"

"He took an oath. I was too selfish to realize how much my feelings could put him in danger."

"Oh. Is someone I know?" He frowned, wondering why you haven't told him about that.

You stayed silent. Criston took your hand in his and your eyes found his mesmerizing brown orbits.

"I feel like we have more in common then we think."

You stared at his lips. The bonfire crackling and the forest sounds created an atmosphere where only the two of you existed. For seconds you forgot who you were, but remembered who you loved. Your lips met his. Criston's hands found it's way to your cheeks, cupping your face in between. Your moves slowly synchronized, and you opened your mouth so he could make entrance with his tongue — which he did.

What started with a slow and sexy pace, later became an eager and harsh one. Criston's hands were all over your body, and you had to embrace the small amount of sanity left in yourself to break the kiss.

"Once we do this, there's no turning back." You whispered against his lips.

"I want you."

And he had you. Quickly and tired, you fell asleep in his arms under the stars.

You opened your eyes to the sunlight touching your face. You turned you head to see ser Criston staring at you, his beautiful smile taking part of his face. It felt like a dream coming true.

"Marry me." He muttered.

You frowned smiling.

"I've heard you say so many times how you loathe the lot of your position, that you are to be married off at your father's whim with no thought given to the yearning of your own heart." Criston took your chin between his thumb and his index, and you listened to every word he said.

"I'm asking you to come with me... away from all of this. Let us leave it all behind and see the world together. We'll be nameless and free... free to go where we like, to love as we like. In Essos you could marry me. A marriage for love. I love you, Y/N Stark."

You teared at his words. You loved him so much and it was so good to know he felt the same way about you.

You couldn't go back to the camp. Everyone would have noticed you're both gone by now, including queen Alicent. Even if it wasn't to put his life out of danger, you would have accepted his offer a million times. You deserved to be happy with the man you loved.

"I love you, ser Criston. I'd follow you anywhere." You pecked his lips in joy.

And you were happy.

#criston cole x reader #ser criston cole #criston cole #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon spoilers #house of the dragon

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lilasbutterflygarden · 6 months

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Into the Lila Verse Story 1

One possible outcome

After all these years Ladybug, and Cat Noir have finally defeated The Supreme at great cost. Most of the planet has been destroyed. Ladybug, Cat Noir, and Chrysalis are the only survivors.

Using magic that she learned from The Supreme, Chrysalis has created a shield around herself to protect herself. She’s curled up into a ball crying.

Ladybug: “Cat Noir open it!”

Chrysalis(crying): “Go away! Leave me alone!”

Cat Noir: “Yes M’lady! Cataclysm!”

Cat Noir destroys the shield.

Ladybug, and Cat Noir walk towards Chrysalis.

Ladybug: “It’s over Cerise!”

Chrysalis: “Are you going to kill me?”

Ladybug: “No. Spots off!”

Chrysalis: “What are you doing?!?”

Marinette: “I’m doing what I should have done in the first place. I’m going to apologize to you.”

Chrysalis: “What??!”

Marinette: “I failed you Cerise. I was too harsh to you on the day that we met. Sure you lied about being best friends with Ladybug, but I overreacted. I let you down. I also let Chloe down. I let so many people down. But I’m going to fix everything.”

Chrysalis: “No! Stop being so noble! Just fight me already, so we can get this over with!”

Marinette: “There will be no more fighting.”

Chrysalis: “You need to fight me!”

Marinette: “No. Fighting you is the wrong way to defeat you. I realize that the only way to beat you is to not fight you.”

Chrysalis(tears running down her face): “Stop!”

Marinette reaches over, and takes off Chrysalis’s eye mask.

Marinette(soft tone of voice): “I forgive you.”

Chrysalis: “How? What I did was unforgivable!”

Chrysalis starts coughing up blood.

Chrysalis: “AGAIN STOP BEING SO NOBLE, AND GRANT MY WISH! KILL ME ALREADY!!!!

Marinette(starts to cry, she has a sad smile on her face): “That’s not your true wish.”

Chrysalis: “YES IT IS! I WANT TO DIE!”

Marinette: “No. Your true wish is that you want to be loved. That’s why you lie, cheat, steal, and hurt people. You need to hurt people so that they will notice you.”

Marinette gently takes the butterfly miraculous off of Chrysalis’s bodysuit. Chrysalis turns back into Cerise.

Cerise: “No! Please I need that! Please don’t take Nooroo away from me!”

Marinette: “Don’t worry. You’re get him back.”

Marinette turns to look at Cat Noir.

Marinette: “It’s time!”

Cat Noir takes his ring off, and turns back into Adrien. Adrien hands the ring to Marinette.

Marinette puts on the black cat miraculous.

Marinette: “Tikki, Plagg, reveal yourselves!”

Plagg: “I am Plagg, the Kwami of Destruction. I am everything that is and no longer will be!”

Tikki: “I am Tikki, the Kwami of Creation. I am everything that isn't yet and is yet to be.”

Marinette: “Gimmi, please reveal yourself!”

Tikki and Plagg hold hands and embrace each other, transforming into the supreme Kwami, Gimmi.

Gimmi: “I am Gimmi, the Kwami of Reality. I am everything that was, is and will be.”

Marinette takes off the ladybug earrings, and the black cat ring. She looks at Adrien.

Adrien(crying): "It was an honor to fight besides you M’lady.”

Marinette smiles at him.

Cerise: “Marinette! No!!”

Gimmi: “Hi, little human! How are things going for you?”

Marinette: “I need to make a wish.”

Gimmi: “Here we are. Yet, another complainer. You humans ever only summon me to complain, never to rejoice.”

Adrien: “Well there’s not much to rejoice about. Most of the planet has been destroyed!”

Marinette: “Please we need you to fix things!”

Gimmi: “Fine. What do you want? I'm warning you, though: to each Wish, there’s a sacrifice because the Universe is Balance.”

Cerise: “Don’t do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Gimmi: “What do you wish for?”

Marinette: “Please read my heart!”

Gimmi: “What do you sacrifice?”

Marinette: “You already know!”

Gimmi: “So be it!”

Marinette walks over to Cerise.

Marinette(smiles at Cerise): “A while ago you said that you loved me. Well I love you too.”

Marinette holds out her hand to Cerise.

Marinette: “May I have this last dance?”

Cerise smiles back at Marinette. She takes Marinette’s hand.

They start dancing together.

A tear runs down Cerise’s face.

Cerise(thinking): ‘This can’t be happening. I’ve never felt sooo happy before. I wish that time could stop so that this moment could last forever.’

Marinette kisses Cerise on the forehead.

A bright pink light shines upon Marinette. The light soon swallows up Marinette, and the entire universe.

Mrs Rossi: “Lila are you ready!? You don’t want to be late for your first day of school!”

Lila: “Coming mother!”

Bunnyx(voice over): “In this timeline Marinette sacrificed herself to save the world. Due to how selfless her wish was, it was very powerful, and changed a lot of the history of the timeline.

In the new timeline created by Marinette’s wish, Cerise was reincarnated as Lila Rossi. Just a normal girl with a normal life. This time around she was just a normal human instead of being a sentimonster. In the back of her mind there was a feeling that something was missing from her life. Lila went on to become the superhero known as Ladybug. She would meet Adrien who also felt that something was missing. Like Lila Adrien’s also a superhero. He’s Cat Noir.

Lila, and Adrien get married, and have one child together. A girl that they name Marinette. However soon after they end up getting a divorce.

Lila would end up becoming the guardian of the miracle box(she became especially good friends with the kwami Nooroo), and spent the rest of her life trying to do as much good as she could to make the world a better place.

Lila would die at the age of 100.”

Lila opens her eyes. Everything is so bright, and warm. She feels loved.

Voice: “It’s about time you got here.”

Lila: “I know that voice.”

Voice(laughs)”You should.”

At that moment all of Lila’s memories come rushing back to her. She remembers both timelines.

Lila: “Marinette.”

Marinette: “I’ve been waiting here for you for so long. I’m so proud of you. Plus you named your daughter after me which was very sweet.”

Lila: “Is she?”

Marinette: “She’s fine. She’ll continue all the good work that you started, and someday you’re see her again. Right now she’s the new holder of the butterfly miraculous.”

Lila smiles at Marinette.

Lila: “During my second life I always had a feeling that something or more importantly someone was missing from my life. That was what brought me, and Adrien together, but it also ended up driving us apart. I guess I never really got over you.”

Marinette: “Well we have all the time in the world to make up for lost time.”

Lila: “I love you Marinette!”

Marinette: “And I love…”

Marinette stops talking for a second.

Marinette: “What should I call you now?(Marinette laughs)You have had so many names.”

Lila(smiles at Marinette): “Just Lila.”

Marinette: “I love you Lila.”

Marinette and Lila kiss.

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the-chronicle-of-holy-days · 18 days

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Day 21

Chapter II

Nu! the hiding of Hadit.

Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not extended, and Khabs is the name of my House.

In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found.

Yet she shall be known & I never.

Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright.

I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death.

I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go.

Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper.

Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.

O prophet! thou hast ill will to learn this writing.

I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger.

Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not.

for why? Because thou wast the knower, and me.

Now let there be a veiling of this shrine: now let the light devour men and eat them up with blindness!

For I am perfect, being Not; and my number is nine by the fools; but with the just I am eight, and one in eight: Which is vital, for I am none indeed. The Empress and the King are not of me; for there is a further secret.

I am The Empress & the Hierophant. Thus eleven, as my bride is eleven.

Hear me, ye people of sighing!

The sorrows of pain and regret

Are left to the dead and the dying,

The folk that not know me as yet.

These are dead, these fellows; they feel not. We are not for the poor and sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk.

Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us.

Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.

We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, o king, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die: verily thou shalt not die, but live. Now let it be understood: If the body of the King dissolve, he shall remain in pure ecstasy for ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Sun, Strength & Sight, Light; these are for the servants of the Star & the Snake.

I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory, and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, & be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.

I am alone: there is no God where I am.

Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath.

Ye are against the people, O my chosen!

I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.

There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.

Now a curse upon Because and his kin!

May Because be accursed for ever!

If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops & does nought.

If Power asks why, then is Power weakness.

Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.

Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!

But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!

Let the rituals be rightly performed with joy & beauty!

There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times.

A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride!

A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law.

A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet—secret, O Prophet!

A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods.

A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!

A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture!

A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight!

Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.

There is death for the dogs.

Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?

Where I am these are not.

Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler.

I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg.)

Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green.

Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight.

There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.

Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up.

Nor shall they who cry aloud their folly that thou meanest nought avail; thou shall reveal it: thou availest: they are the slaves of because: They are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the letters? change them not in style or value!

Thou shalt obtain the order & value of the English Alphabet; thou shalt find new symbols to attribute them unto.

Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have forsaken you.

He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.

Yea! deem not of change: ye shall be as ye are, & not other. Therefore the kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. A King may choose his garment as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar cannot hide his poverty.

Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.

Therefore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, master!

There is a light before thine eyes, o prophet, a light undesired, most desirable.

I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body.

Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fullness of the inspiration; the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell's own worm.

Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail: prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour & rapture! Come in our passionate peace, & write sweet words for the Kings.

I am the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One.

Write, & find ecstasy in writing! Work, & be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whososeeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age long love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.

Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses!

Harder! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep — die!

Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted?

There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!

But exceed! exceed!

Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine — and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! — death is the crown of all.

Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, unto thee.

The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.

Aye! listen to the numbers & the words:

4 6 3 8 A B K 2 4 A L G M O R 3 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L. What meaneth this, o prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to follow thee: he shall expound it. But remember, o chosen one, to be me; to follow the love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to look forth upon men, to tell them this glad word.

O be thou proud and mighty among men!

Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the number of the man; and the name of thy house 418.

The end of the hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship to the prophet of the lovely Star

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#thelema #thelemic holy season #argentum astrum #holy days #silver star #tarot #the magus tarot #the magician tarot

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hiswordsarekisses · 7 months

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When I was lost, God knew exactly what would draw me to the Word and I came running. Then I ended up in the wrong kind of place, but I needed the truths that I learned there in order to take the next step toward Him, and soon He revealed some unacceptable deception in there and brought me out.

After that He brought me out of 3 more wrong directions I ended up in on account of my lack of knowledge of His Word - which caused a lack of discernment.

But these also all gave me valuable lessons and truths I needed, and each time I learned - as God’s Word was revealed to me a little bit at a time. And I saw in His Word what were truths to keep and what were lies to throw away.

I personally believe God is very strategic in our walk, and that these strategies not only direct us, but they also affect the direction of others we come in contact along the way.

If God has truly called someone to Himself - He will finish what He started in them, no matter what route or strategy it takes. I used to freak out when I saw someone I cared about caught up in some place or belief where I knew they should not be.

God never abandons a seeker who loves the truth.

Be happy for anyone who was lost when they are found - when they find hope and peace in Jesus. Pray that they will hear His voice and get to each stepping stone safely, and will be strong and safe all the way Home.

It has taken me many stepping stones - I do not think I’m alone - and I definitely will never claim to have reached the top. But in the beginning when I trusted in Jesus, even though I didn’t know everything, and even though I didn’t believe everything correctly, I believed in Him. If I had died that day, I was His - and I was saved.

~ Dana (His Words Are Kisses)

“It is true that some preach Christ out of envy and rivalry, but others out of goodwill. The latter do so in love, knowing that I am appointed for the defense of the gospel. The former, however, preach Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely, supposing that they can add to the distress of my chains….

What then is the issue? Just this: that in every way, whether by false motives or true, Christ is preached. And in this I rejoice. Yes, and I will continue to rejoice,” Philippians‬ ‭1:15-18‬

“Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize of God’s heavenly calling in Christ Jesus. All of us who are mature should embrace this point of view. And if you think differently about some issue, God will reveal this to you as well…

Nevertheless, we must live up to what we have already attained.” Philippians‬ ‭3:12-16‬

“But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate a the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” 2 Corinthians 3:16-18

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namig42 · 2 months

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Yo, new Sahed lore just dropped.

Read it here on Ao3

I had a nightmare last night that I woke up from around 2 am where, tldr, I got stuck in a room flooding with lava, and it was a bad time. My immediate response when I woke up was how to turn this nightmare into some good fiction, and it gave me an idea of something awful Sahed would do.

Anyways, please enjoy Sahed bringing more suffering into the world

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Gardon's Lair

Once, many years ago, there lived a village in a rocky valley known as Gardon’s Pass. The town itself was poor and had very little in any means. The rocky terrain made it difficult to grow food and raise livestock, and on top of the environmental issues, there was the greater threat of Gardon, the legendary dragon that threatened the town on an annual basis.

Gardon was a legendary red dragon that had lived in a lair near the town for centuries. At one time, Gardon was a valiant protector of his pass, keeping the village safe from outside forces. The town had only survived threats of invasion because of the dragon, but it was also because of him that they now barely managed to live through the day to day. When Gardon was still a young dragon, he fell ill in his cave due to hoarding magical artifacts that held dark magic. He had vanquished a foreign invading force that wielded these dark powers, and took home their loot as his reward for a job well done. This tainted magic infected Gardon, turning his valorant heart into one of greed and evil. This infection also turned his pure, bright red flame into a thick sludge of lava, an ailment that would last for centuries.

The village had relied on Gardon for protection throughout their entire history, so when the day came that he began demanding an annual sacrifice, the town accepted his demands, though were a bit disheartened. Gardon was their protector, so if he said he required a sacrifice, there must be a good reason for it, right? For years and years, they blindly sacrificed their young, budding adults, until one day there was a revolt. The young generation was sick of feeling threatened every year that they may be given up for slaughter like cattle, and rebelled against Gardon’s wish. That year, the town did not give Gardon his sacrifice, and they learned what a true monster their legendary dragon had become.

Gardon left his cave for the first time in centuries, flying over the town and spewing pools of lava above the city. He burnt homes, crops, and flooded the exits to the village so that the people would be trapped. He did immense damage, but did not annihilate the town completely. He wanted them alive and to know that they could not escape his power. Without an exit, the people offered him three sacrifices to end the disaster, and Gardon accepted. He took his offerings of two young women and one young man back to his lair, and hasn’t been seen since. It’s been years since that awful tragedy, but the villagers learned their lesson: they were at Gardon’s mercy, and could not afford to revolt. At least, not on their own they couldn’t.

Sahed had read stories of Gardon once and was fascinated by the magic that infected Gardon, both spiritually and physically. He wanted to take a trip to this rocky valley and study Gardon up close. There was magic to be studied here, but also seeing the power of such a mighty beast sounded too enticing to pass up.

Sahed made his way to the human village, which somehow still managed to be standing after all these years of suffering. The people were wary when Sahed came to their town, scared of any outsiders who may have come and threatened their peace. Sahed assuaged them though by telling them that he was an honorable warrior that roamed the countryside, seeking out evil beasts to slay. He had heard the plight of Gardon and his decades of torment, and had decided to come to help rid the village of his scourge.

The townspeople rejoiced! Never in their history had someone come to help them, to rid them of the evil that they were not strong enough to rid themselves. This mighty dragonborn must be knowledgeable of a dragon’s weaknesses, and what perfect timing! There was to be a sacrifice given in a week’s time. Maybe, this year, if they could vanquish Gardon, there would be no sacrifice. Not this year, or ever again. They were so inspired that they agreed with little thought to follow Sahed into battle.

The strongest of the townspeople readied themselves for the battle of a lifetime, numbering about 80 in total. They did not have much in the means of weaponry, but they had enough arms to feel confident in supporting the dragonborn warrior that led them into battle. The small battalion made their way to Gardon’s lair, which was only a short trek outside of their town in the valley they lived in. The lair’s entrance was a small enclave that had a hidden, stone door which opened to a large cave. Sahed guessed that perhaps there must’ve been an entrance in the ceiling somewhere in the cave that Gardon flew out of, or perhaps he shapeshifted into a smaller form in order to enter and exit the cave. Upon entering the stone door, he assumed the latter of the two options. The inside was incredibly dark, going deep into the earth. The only light that penetrated the cave was that of glowing plants and crystals. There was a whole, mountainous environment inside his lair, almost as if they were in the Underdark. The battalion moved slowly down into the depths of the cave with Sahed leading from the front. To have any luck of success, they’d have to ambush Gardon, though they were at a disadvantage since they didn’t know where he was.

Sahed spoke to the villagers telling them that dragon’s had strong senses and wouldn’t be ambushed so easily. He advised that perhaps they should wait near the entrance that they came in and try to set a trap for Gardon, that way they would also have a chance of escape if things went south. The villagers appreciated his caution and returned to where they began, devising a plan on an effective trap for Gardon. Since there was only a week until the next sacrifice, he would likely be hungry or in whatever mood prompted him to come take his sacrifice, lowering his awareness and strength. They decided that perhaps they’d feign an early sacrifice, trying to get in his good graces, and ambush him when he came for his offering.

The townspeople voted on a young man they would offer Gardon, preparing him as they often would by removing his armor and preparing him in a delicate, white robe. The leader of the village told Sahed that he should stay hidden until the battle commenced. If Gardon spotted an outsider of the village, he would attack immediately, losing them the advantage. Sahed wholeheartedly agreed and told them that he would stand just outside the lair’s entrance and listen for when the commotion started. Only when the battle started would he run in and slay the beast, just as he promised.

As Sahed moved outside, he decided that he wanted to see the extent of Gardon’s power and what it could do, all without being threatened himself. He cast an invisible arcane barrier on the open wall outside, turning the seemingly open small room that led into the cave into a closed one, though no one would be able to tell unless they tried to flee.

And it seemed that someone did try. A young girl, barely sixteen from the looks of it, had come through the stone door. She was breathing quickly with her arms hugged tightly around her torso. She was frazzled and froze in place when she saw Sahed standing in front of her. It was then that he saw tears falling down her face. “Oh… I’m… I’m sorry…” she apologized, wiping her tear streaks away. Sahed stood there frozen, his face not expressing any sort of empathy or comfort. The girl was not familiar with dragonborn, so she assumed that was how they all looked normally. “I’m… I’m not brave, not like my mother, not like my brother. I don’t want to die here. I’m not a warrior, but I thought that maybe, if I came, I could try to be brave, just like them.”

Sahed took a seat in front of the barrier and motioned to a spot against the wall inside the small room for the girl to sit at. “Perhaps your confidence only needs a moment to return. You’re shaken, it’s understandable. You face a mighty foe, after all.” The girl, appreciative of the kind words, did sit against the opposite rock wall and faced Sahed. She leaned her back against the stone and took some deep breaths. After just a few minutes, she laughed a small laugh. “Perhaps you’re right… I feel a bit better now. Everyone is just so determined to kill Gardon, and I want to help. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

Sahed looked at her, giving her his practiced smile that emulated warmth and kindness. “A true warrior allows fear into their heart in order to know that they value life. If you are scared, then that means you will be one of the few who have the strongest will to live, making you more of a threat than any sword-swinging barbarian.” The girl smiled at these words, “yeah… yeah, you’re right! You’re right!” She stood up excitedly and bowed to Sahed. “Thank you for your encouragement, Sir Dragonborn! I think I can help now!” Sahed offered her a silent nod with a smirk before she ran back into the cave.

Minutes passed, then an hour, and just as Sahed was becoming bored with waiting, he heard a loud roar followed by a large battlecry.

Oh good, the show had begun.

He stepped through his barrier to watch from the stone door. The villagers were putting up a bit of a fight, it seemed. One brave fool managed to make his way onto Gardon’s back and had attempted to pierce Gardon’s neck. It was the boy in the white robe that was the pseudo-sacrifice. Unfortunately, his blade was too dull compared to Gardon’s scales. The brave warrior seemed to be crawling up Gardon’s neck with a new plan forming in his small brain. Gardon flung his neck furiously, but was also distracted by the many villagers swarming around his feet. The brave idiot climbing him managed to hold on tight and did make his way up to Gardon’s head. With a wide swing, he plunged his sword into Gardon’s eye, causing Gardon to shriek in a way that shook the cave. His pained roar sent a wave of fear through the warriors, and Sahed could see that young girl he had just inspired froze in place. She had been standing on the back of the lines, wielding a sword herself, and though she seemed mighty just a moment ago, she was back to being the scared coward she was when she tried to escape the first time.

As Gardon’s roar ceased, the wave of lava came next. It erupted from his mouth, and Sahed was fascinated by the viscosity of it. It seemed thicker than regular lava, almost phlegm-like. Fascinating, he thought as a smile grew on his face. He’d have to study the magic that infected Gardon later. For now, it seemed that it was his cue to step out of his barrier once more. He turned away from the battle and took just a few measly steps into the outdoors, making sure that his barrier was sealed for all but him once he was securely outside. As he turned around to view the battle from his new position, he heard someone panting. It was the girl. She was trying to flee.

Unfortunately for her, she slammed into the barrier in her attempt to escape. It seemed though that she was confused and thought that she had run into Sahed instead. “Oh… Mr. Dragonborn, please, we need your help! I’m not ready, I can’t do it, but you can! You can slay Gardon! Please! The lava has already taken half our people! Please, hurry and end Gardon before anyone else dies!”

Sahed loomed over her just outside the barrier that she still didn’t seem to notice and gave her a menacing smile, the first real smile he had offered anyone in this bumpkin town.

“No.” is all he said, smiling down at her dawning horror.

The betrayal and shock on her face were a real treat. She looked up at him like a gaping fish, unable to process what was happening. Her shock was broken by another roar, and as she turned around, she saw Gardon had spotted her trying to flee. It seemed everyone else had melted away by now. The girl ran to the door and shut it, thinking that she would be safe, and began to try to run back to her village once more. This time though, she ran into the barrier directly. She finally realized she was trapped.

“What is this?!” she screamed in panic as she banged against the barrier. She felt around the invisible wall, looking for an escape. Sahed took a step back to admire her flailing. “Did you do this?!” she screamed at Sahed. The fear was taking over more than she could have ever imagined. Sahed stood tall with his hands behind his back as he admired his trap. His smile grew as he saw a pool of lava begin to flow in from beneath the door. It wasn’t until the lava reached the girl’s feet that she realized it as well.

She screamed from the sudden, burning pain and tried to scale the wall in panic like a little spider, but the lava only came closer. Sahed watched the floor pool with lava, and once that was done, watched as the lava rose in level, beginning to flood the room entirely. He watched the girl climb the wall in her panic, making it all the way to the top, only for the lava to still reach her.

“No! Please!” the girl cried desperately as the lava reached her backside. She screamed louder and louder as it engulfed her, each scream becoming more shrill, turning from terror to pain. Her final cries were music to Sahed’s ears. He watched as she disappeared from sight, the whole room in front of him now one big lava tank.

After her screams finally ceased, he took a step to the side and let down his barrier. As his invisible wall faded, the lava slowly oozed out of the room. Sahed was surprised to see that the girl’s remains were still somewhat intact. Some flesh still remained on her bones, but she was in no way recognizable. Normally, he assumed that lava consumed all - flesh and bone - but perhaps this lava burned at a lower temperature, taking longer to consume matter into its heat. It also meant that the burning would be slower and longer, causing an even greater deal of suffering before death could take a person. Incredible… Sahed thought to himself.

Now, after admiring Gardon’s power firsthand, it was time to investigate the magic that created such an incredible beast. Sahed made his way past the burnt corpse and opened the stone door, entering the cave and ready to investigate Gardon.

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I want to write more too about Gardon and Sahed interacting, so that'll be some intriguing character exploration. If you got this far, thank you for reading! Hope it wasn't too rough! Please take care, and feel free to hate the monster known as Sahed, or maybe love how awful he is!

#mine #sahed #oc #dnd #original story #gardon #ocs #long post #ao3

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Snow is rare, but care is always (Gen, 2.9k)

For Day 2 of @tolkienfamilyweek. Inspired by the prompt : Sibling

For the first time in so long, snow comes to Gondor. Most people rejoice and are happy over the fact, celebrating the white blanket that's settled over the city. Boromir enjoys it took, except for how soaking it is... and how he has a headache... and how he seems to shiver slightly when he moves. But it will be fine, he'll continue with his duties. Until Faramir notices

Or~ Boromir comes down with something, Faramir is there to help.

TW Illness (minor) Read on Ao3

“I told you to stay in!”

In some ways it was amusing to Boromir, being told off by his little brother - but in most ways it was not. Simply Faramir’s voice, the teenager had kept it low - he despised yelling, was now too loud for him, causing him to almost wince. And inwardly, Boromir was also cursing himself for staying out so long in snow without wearing the proper clothes for it. He was supposed to be doing drills and meeting his father tomorrow for Valar’s sake.

Even though his tone had already been soothing, Faramir somehow managed to make his voice even more gentle, with more concern, as he crept closer to Boromir, “What do you need?”

“I do not need anything,” Boromir tried to prevent his voice from being snappy, “It is just a cold, Faramir.”

“I know a lot more about healing than you do,” Faramir defended, getting close again, “And so I am saying, not only as your brother, but as someone who has studied health - stay here.”

“You are thirteen Faramir, I doubt you have learnt all there is on healing,” pushing himself up slightly, Boromir found himself inwardly wincing as he contemplated moving off the bench and getting onto his feet.

“I am well learned,” there was insistence in Faramir’s voice - but as he began to raise it he quickly quieted down, looking slightly guilty, “I apologise for yelling, I am merely concerned.”

“Well, do you know what would make it up to me?” Boromir made himself grin slightly, “If you let me get back to my duties, and stop pretending that some snow has defeated me.”

“You were shivering when I found you,” Faramir sounded less than impressed, “Besides brother, everyone gets ill sometimes.”

“I’m training to become a warden of the white tower,” Boromir had made himself sit fully upwards, trying not to sniff loudly, “It doesn’t matter if a few snowflakes fall on me.”

“Like these ones?” Faramir reached out briefly, stretching upwards slightly to reach Boromir’s head, and briefly brushed his hand over his brother’s hair, before withdrawing it and showing a few snowflakes that remained in it before they melted. “Let’s at least get changed into something warmer.”

“I promise you, these clothes will do nicely,” Boromir looked down, his clothes were in fact soaking. When the outside doors to his balcony had been (forcefully) opened by him - he must admit the amount of snow there, waiting to drop on him, had surprised him. But Boromir had made it down the great hall, and crossed the courtyard into a second building - getting new freshly fallen snow on him.

“Well, maybe it’s for me,” said Faramir, shaking his also snow-covered cloak, “Under this, I am not dressed well-enough for snow.”

“Then you should go yourself.” However sneaky Faramir thought he was being, the teenager could sometimes be painfully obvious as he tried to guilt-trip Boromir into taking unnecessary precautions.

“Will you not at least walk me?” Faramir asked, smiling at his brother before looking down slightly, shuffling so the two of them ended up closer together.

Something Boromir both praised and hated was his little brother's stubbornness. But there was a part of him that wanted to get changed into something warmer, to see if that would stop his headache or slightly running nose. And knowing Faramir, he wouldn’t have put on winter suitable clothes - and someone needed to make sure he wouldn’t freeze to death.

“Fine,” then, seeing Faramir’s grin, “I will accompany you to your quarters so that you may get changed into something-”

But Boromir was suddenly cut off with a loud sneeze, he covered it with his elbow - but another one came, and for almost a minute his body was wracked with coughs. At this point, Boromir was wheezing and sucking in air - trying not to cough up what felt like all of his lungs, and was completely missing the looks of concern that his brother was showing. Eventually, the fit cleared again - and Boromir tried to clear his throat briefly (stopping as it hurt in protest) then attempted to sit up again, ignoring the almost shivering that had started.

Somehow always adept at noticing his discomfort, Faramir got up off the bench instead - holding out his arm and offering a sympathetic smile to his brother, “Here, let me help you up.”

“I will be fine.”

Both of them knew Boromir’s statement was, at this rate, slightly unlikely, but instead Faramir got closer; simply waiting for his brother to stand. Pushing his weight on his right hand, Boromir attempted to push himself up - getting most of the way there before a shivering overtook his arm again, rendering it unable to support his weight. Already ready to act, Faramir placed his hand on his brother's arm and his body between his brother’s weight and the bench.

“It wasn’t a request when I said let me help you, brother,” Faramir had a genuine, if slightly strained, smile on his face - no doubt because the thirteen year old was supporting his adult brother's weight. But, admirably, the younger refused to give in - simply stabilising Boromir until he felt safe enough to relinquish his grip on Faramir’s arm.

Well, at least Boromir tried to let go of Faramir. For a second it seemed like he was able to take his hand away, but Faramir’s hand snaked around his own - interlocking their fingers and then smiling up at his brother innocently. “I suppose we can escort each other to both of our rooms then?”

“Your’s first,” it was a small insistence, maybe even petty - but if Boromir was going to have to lean on his brothers arm and stoically walk through the halls when his head felt like it was splitting apart, or when his bones seemed to be shivering, then he would win on some of the smaller victories. Provided the inconveniences didn’t cloud his brain enough to let Faramir outsmart him. Although, as Boromir reflected, even at this young age his little brother could probably do just that if he truly tried.

The two began to walk together, slower than usual - Boromir wasn’t truly shaking, but he felt like he was - and that did not help for walking.

“Do you have any duties today?” Faramir asked, smiling and still supporting Boromir, his question both distracting and genuine.

Boromir thought for a second, before answering honestly, “No. At least not yet.”

“Then why are you so insistent about doing your duties?” Faramir briefly paused so he could move closer to his brother, then the two continued walking, “You’ve always told me there’s no shame in admitting weakness.”

“Well,” Boromir paused for a second - trying not to smile at the annoying persistence of the teenager. Of course Faramir would use Boromir’s words against him, even if he couldn’t blame Faramir. And of course it was true for his younger brother. But how would Boromir explain that it was ok for Faramir to fail, because he was still young and the second-born, yet Boromir could not.

Faramir was still staring at him, grey eyes still full of concern, and concerned curiosity. Still walking, Faramir gently said, “Boromir… please take care of yourself. Father loves you, he will understand that you cannot attend today. He cares for you Boromir, he will forgive you.”

“You sound so certain,” Boromir stated, looking just as intently into Faramir’s eyes. “Why?”

“I can just tell,” Faramir said simply, “Just like how I can tell you are ill.”

There was a mischievous glint in Faramir’s eyes, and Boromir suppressed the urge to groan - instead suddenly shivering. He scowled slightly, “I am not ill, Faramir.”

“Yes you are,” his brother rebutted, “I’ve seen you shivering this entire time. And you wince every now and then.”

“You’re not a healer Faramir, you don’t know all ailments.”

“It is common sense Boromir,” Faramir replied cheerfully, “Let me take care of you and. Now wait here while I open the door.”

“I can open the door myself,” Boromir insisted - but his brother was quicker - disentangling his arm from Boromir and making a quicker move to the doors - holding it open and smiling. Shaking his head, Boromir strode forward and to his younger brother, briefly reaching out and ruffling Faramir’s hair. “Thank you, Faramir.”

Instantly brightening, Faramir grinned as well,”Your chill will get worse once we get outside, tell me if it becomes too bad.”

“I am not ill, Faramir.”

“Then perhaps you will tell me if you feel a sudden chill?”

As he said that, Faramir pushed open the door - exposing the more bitter winter air. Snow was still falling, and now it was descending even faster than usual. It snowed rarely in Minas Tirith, and Boromir took a side-long glance at his brother - who was simply watching and smiling as the snow fell from the clouds.

The snow was high now, as well, and going almost up to Boromir’s boots. Looking away from the snow, Faramir glanced back to his brother again, “Ready?”

“I have a-” Boromir began irritably, suddenly cutting off as he realised what he’d almost said.

“A cold?” Faramir finished, looking towards the steps to the city's seventh level, “You know, the houses of healing are on this level… now would be a good time to go, if you would want to?”

“I have nothing wrong with me,” Boromir said, “And I do not need to go to the houses of healing.”

Beginning to prove his point, Boromir took the first steps out into the truly cold, almost freezing air - this time taking extra care to suppress a slight shiver, and stopping himself from sneezing. Taking a shaky but deep breath out, he watched as the vapour from his breath showed up - then disappearing as it spiralled away.

“It is cold enough for dragon breath,” Boromir remarked, smiling slightly, “I suppose the snow may be here to settle, then.”

“All the more reason for you to dress appropriately,” said Faramir, now having joined him, before taking hold of his brother’s hand again (subtly) and beginning to drag the two of them forward in the snowstorm. Soon enough, snow had begun to pelt the two of them - sticking and melting to their clothes, along with their hair. Faramir’s curls became more prominent as the snowflakes began to melt into it. It was a subtle difference, but one that Boromir brought up as they passed through the city - talking about almost nothing in particular.

Even Boromir’s hair curled very slightly when wet, and when he was younger Faramir had delighted in holding up his older brother's hair and comparing it to his own - even though they still looked fairly different. It was a small thing, but as Faramir briefly looked back at his brother - gaze shifting slightly to his hair before smiling, both of them knew what they were talking about.

Instead, as they walked through the flurry of snowflakes, Boromir asked Faramir about his studies, and what his tutors had taught him - or what he had learnt himself, spending so long in one of Gondor’s lore halls while surrounded by books. Faramir would ask Boromir about his duties as well, or sometimes about how their father was doing. All the while, Faramir would politely not say anything, although pointedly look, at the fact Boromir was shivering slightly - occasionally coughing, or having to stop and wincing after a particular loud noise sounded from somewhere in their surroundings.

At one point, Boromir’s throat had hurt so badly during the walk up that Faramir had had to deliver the passcode to guards at the gate, and simply fill in the silence for almost five minutes. It was also at this time, while Boromir had to contend with a sore throat and a headache, that Faramir had started to subtly guide them both to Boromir’s rooms rather than his own. Of course, this was only noticed once Boromir realised they stood outside his own rooms rather than his brothers - which were almost five minutes away.

“Faramir,” Boromir chided, although his voice was still soft - both because he was not truly mad, and his throat was becoming worse by the minute.

Busying himself with opening the door, Faramir waited to respond until both of them were inside Boromir’s chambers - a fire had been lit already, and stoked by a servant earlier on. Looking around, Faramir said, “You should get change into something suitable, and I will as well. Then I’ll meet you back here?”

Even though his brother had phrased it as a question, both of them knew it was more of a statement. Because Boromir wasn’t going to leave this room. Because of two reasons, that he did not want to disappoint his little brother, and also that he felt if he tried to leave and make it down the stairs - he could just collapse. Or not be able to deal with the nobles of Gondor suitably with his illness.

“Be safe,” Boromir conceded, looking away and to the fire again; something in his soul, probably the chill his body wanted to be rid of, was drawn to it.

“I will be back soon,” Faramir promised, before the doors were quickly closed and his footsteps almost instantly disappeared as the younger began to silently go to his rooms. Knowing he was finally in a warm room, with no draughts or chilling breeze, Boromir waited for himself to warm up. But nothing happened, that same bone aching chill was still within him.

Perhaps it was his clothes? Boromir reasoned that they were damp, and although he had insisted otherwise - the clothes in his position were awful once soaked. Going to his wardrobe, he instinctively selected the warmest and thickest clothes he could find - changing quickly into richer Gondorian furs and silks before going to his chair and trying to drag it in front of the fire.

It was as though a leaden weight had appeared in his body, and for a second he almost had to strain to move the simple wooden thing nearer to the warmth. As it positioned itself comfortably, he instinctively looked around for a blanket or wrap of some kind. But there was no such thing, just the coverings of his bed - and he was unsure if he should take them. He had already neatly made his bed, and what if someone other than Faramir was to walk in - to see the Steward’s oldest son wrapped fur blankets and shivering.

Clearly, even if he wouldn’t say so to his brother, clearly ill. What would happen if that was reported back? Almost certainly nothing good, Boromir was fairly certain. Instead he tried to stave off the chill by sitting close to the fire and tugging the edges of his clothes - forcing them further to him.

For a few moments of silence, aside from the crackling of logs, it seemed as though nothing was working - before suddenly the heat hit Boromir all at once. And it was awful. The headache, this time induced by how horrifically boiling it was, had become even stronger - angrier and more aggressive. And his layers of fur were horrible, oppressive even. Instinctively he took off all his outer layers, throwing furs and layers on the floor with almost blatant disregard - just as long as they didn’t end up in the fire.

Eventually Boromir was left with just a cotton shirt, but even that seemed to be too much. He had somehow gone from freezing so badly that a fire kindled from all the woods in the world could not warm him, to being so warm that a dip in the snow banks would have been desirable. So now he was certainly ill then, without a doubt. And Faramir had known the entire time.

With the heat making everything so much worse, Boromir was overcome with even more guilt. Faramir was only a teenager, and was simply trying to look after Boromir because he couldn’t look after himself. The kind of thing that Boromir had always tried to teach him, to be kind above anything else.

There was a quiet knock, almost timid, and Boromir realised he didn’t have the vocal power to call them away. Gently, the door creaked open and Boromir recognized his brother standing there - arms laden with blankets and a basket. It almost looked as though Faramir was carrying most of his body weight in blankets, although he still had a cheerful grin on his face. Moving over to his older brother, and skillfully closing the door behind him, Faramir moved within a few feet before looking at the layers strewn across the floor, “You really are ill.”

“I am…” Boromir didn’t want to deny it any longer, “Yes, Faramir, I am. I don’t want you to get ill, so please stay back. Could you… could you alert a healer?”

“Of course!” Faramir said it with such determination Boromir half expected him to run out of the room then and there. But instead, holding up a hand to his mouth he came slightly closer with all of the blankets, dumping them next to Boromir. “For if you get cold.”

“Don’t come near,” Boromir repeated gently, “I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Covered my mouth,” Faramir replied, taking the fabric away as he spoke (a thankfully appropriate distance away), “I’m going to light a pomander in here, and find you a healer. Stay here, ok?”

Walking as fast as he could without running, he began to go to the door - only stopping briefly to turn around and say, “There’s food in the basket, and some water. If you feel hungry or dehydrated, help yourself. Just… be safe ok? Get better.”

There was fondness when Boromir looked at his brother, despite the pain behind his eyes, softly and reassuring Boromir responded, “I will.”

#boromir #boromir & faramir #faramir #brotherly love #sickfic #tolkienfamilyweek

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roman-noodlezz · 3 months

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Blood Isn't Always Red

Gone with the thought of one more drop of blood hitting the floor, before they rush through the door to save another failed soul.

I promise it will be the last, yet here I am spilling it once more.

Blood mixed with the stains of spilled ink, but the hole left in the soul stays for another day. You soon learn Blood isn’t always red.

Sometimes it’s all the thoughts in your head making you wonder: is it all worth it? How quickly it can all go away with a bang and a few words mixed with hate.

Blood doesn’t have to be red, sometimes it’s the color in your eyes when the world is still so bright, and when they change to the rotting feeling of justifying fighting for a world, just waiting for you to die.

Only realizing how far you’re gone when it takes the light from your eyes.

Blood isn’t always red. You don’t have to die spilling it while wiping away the tears from your eyes. With a whisper on your breath that’s cutting out the word Die.

You can get back up even when all the blood is dried up.

Spilled ink can be more powerful to you than all of the red that can come out, while you pray the darkness in your eyes spills out with it so you can remember how to feel warm again.

It’s still worth fighting for, and there’s still a light at the end of this nightmare.

The talons tearing scars into your body and soul can’t fight the might of your spilled ink.

Because Blood isn’t always red.

Fall may be here, and Winter may be coming, but we can huddle together to keep warm.

The Fall brings beauty with the dancing leaves twirling so gracefully in the wind. They fall to be reborn fresher than before.

Like the Phoenix’s ashes our tragedy marks a rebirth! So rejoice, for the Spring is near, and it has worth.

This spilt ink is not your death soliloquy, but the tune you march to as you shake off the shadows strangling your mind.

Blood isn’t always red, because it can be the colors of our souls like the spilt ink, fear, and dreams we bleed.

No one can take away the sacrifices you made to stay warm.

Blood isn’t always red, because it’s not what breathes life down our throats; it’s not what breathes the colors back into our frozen cheeks after what we thought was the Fall of us all.

The ashes you had to shed, mixed with the tears marked on your cheeks, are yours to keep. War paint to remember the battles fought over the life that slams back into a wilting world wishing us dead.

Now we are the world, and we are many.

Death smiles at us and we smile back, whispering, “It’s not our time.” And we believe it now.

In a hopeless world, we found a way to spill only ink.

This is our Spring.

Blood isn’t always red, because I just told this story with the only thing shed, being the ink I bled.

#my writing #personal #tw: suicide #tw: blood #tw: self harm #let me know what y'all think

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 2 months

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Old Heart 2 New Heart : Learning & Growing

You see that beautiful body of water? And the art that is this picture is what inspired me to write this. I hadn’t looked at this picture in ages. I almost forgot I had so many from 2020. The world was said to be ending, after all.

I had on this turtle necklace. Which I loved with my heart. Along with the beautiful baby turtle I had named Nina Athena. lol. The turtle stood for moving slow, and taking your time. I didn’t realize how much it would mean to me til today. Which I thought of way before the idea of writing this came up.

But in this moment, I took a leap of faith. One I wouldn’t forget for a while. And I learned so much along the way.

It inspired me because in 2020 I opened a door when I decided to chose heartbreak than to stay with my ex. I broke up with him right on v-day weekend. I just couldn’t do it anymore. At that moment a lot of things changed around me. My home, we ended up moving somewhere far better.

My health, changed for the better. My relationship with food was different, I wasn’t so nippy with what I’d eat.

My body and appearance, I started glowing! And I felt happier. I wanted to live and I got it.

So what’s different now? And what’s changing?

So moments after the year had ended, I found myself going through flows and waves of changes I had not seen coming.

For the first time in years, I found freedom, change and hope to be something less fearful. And yet still I couldn’t stay afloat with what it was showing me.

When I broke up with my ex, he was the first person I dated. And I really wanted to stay with him. But I realized things were better off broken than consistently trying to fix them. So this is when I cut the snip. And started reflecting on my past.

This was a screenshot I got from an old tumblr account, which I honestly regret deleting. Lmao.

Well I do and I don’t. But it was time for a new life. I decided to delete it to find something new. And here I am..

But just reading what I wrote. I felt like that not too long ago. But now I’ve got the grip of it and started moving forward with better mind.

How did I do it? Again and again? Is it not exhausting ?

Like having to shift your perspective a lot seems daunting. But in this case hope is still keeping me alive . So god bless.

I came a long way. I tell myself. I gotta pick myself up when I’m down. Before that picture was taken. Many months of hell was shaping my perspective into heaven. I was hurting inside while making peace with everything in the world. From COVID, to the pandemic, the fear and anxiety trying to suck me in, heart break, paranoia, the protests.. everything was shaping me into my heaven. I would not stop me from making it to a peaceful state of mind.

Life was beautiful. And still is.

The impact 2020 had on me is still shaping the little girl that was still old enough to do what she wanted.. she just didn’t realize it yet.

And now she’s grown up, and having a more realistic approach to society and living beyond standards that were brought to shape her perception of thinking.

She’s grew out of it. And makes new waves to overstay its welcome.

I may not know much, but I know a lot. I know that peace is a birth right, and not something I gotta fight for. So this year being the theme of prosperous peace and enlightenment I get to flow in my abundance and rejoice in my connections with Mother Nature.

Im pretty sure that my life is changing. Just not in the ways I had hope. Its stupid to believe that everything is suppose to go my way, but I still kept trying. No worries, I'm learning to figure it out. I'm just open to a better life, you know?

As I open my heart, I know its not I'm ungrateful. Just unsure with where all this leads. Why I just can't grasp the concept, or just don't like trying. See.. there's that word. I really hate trying, especially if its not something I want or care about.

But in the world, there will be a lot of things we have to do that we just don't care about. And that's why life throws you the lemon, and you just gotta make your own lemonade.

So when I learned to let go of my expectations, I desired a new set of tears, the pain had gone away and I could see something new on the horizon. My tears became joyful tears. I was ecstatic to see change. My laughter was seen miles away and I was ok at this point.Just here enjoying, connecting, expressing, simply being. Grateful at this point. Even with all the twists and turns, I could see that I was so much more. And I was building a team, amongst the heavens watching over me. My guardian angels are happy with me. Finally after all these years I could see that my stubborn attitude was blocking my blessings and could open up to new love. The heart.

The new heart brings so much change, but so much love. Soooo soo much love. I can't grasp it, it flows. Its just what it wants to be, and then we move on.

You'll remember it like it was yesterday, and then you realize that moment is no longer here... but its everywhere. In your heart, in your mind, in the little moments you have in the real world. Its there, its just waiting for you to find it. When you believe that love exists all around, it won't just be a memory, it'll be all around. It'll be in every person, every animal, every little scene from your favorite tv, the food you eat... etc. It's all for you to take in and love for yourself. Got it?

So as I grow, Im learning to accept everything, including me, in all shapes and forms of love I never knew were possible.

From looking back at me from 2020, wondering where did she go... To remember that she was right here all along is a treasurable feeling. Whatever I was searching for was looking for me within. And when the old heart couldn't breathe the new one came in for the team. Lol. Now I'm gaining access to a new divine light, and I am enjoying the process because of it.

The end.

#just my life #blogging #bloggers of atl #tumblr blogs #creating space #writers #deja's blogs #deja's writings

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