#archer was v. attractive

[wandagcre]

hii ive been down bad for kate bishop fics lately 😓😓. can i request a oneshot of dom intersex kate bishop just fucking reader but shes just as needy as reader? oh and maybe some choking and breeding cause why not 🤭🤭 thank youu!

better than the rest | kate bishop 🔞

(Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader)

Your partner as of late called it quits with you. Kate was concerned, insisting to check up on you. With the warmth she always had provided, you can't help but think of other ways she can comfort you.

WARNING: top!kate, kate has a penis, bottom!reader, self-loathing (r), p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, choking, breeding - not proofread +18 / men & minors dni. Words: 4.6k

“I think it’s for the best if we break up.”

Was what your partner said while hesitant to meet your eyes. It snapped you back into consciousness that your gaze on them fluttered rapidly in wonder. Yes, undeniably, there was a hint of sadness that hit you. After all, you dated them for half a year, it was… stable. No, rather it was stagnant, so you supposed this was bound to happen.

However, with your silence and clenched fist, your now ex-partner mistook it as deep despair.

They carefully placed their hand atop yours across the table. “I’m sorry–”

“You don’t have to be,” You cut them off, sighing in resignation. The acceptance somewhat came in quickly to your surprise. “I do not want to weigh you down at all, especially when it comes to your happiness. I-I… truly understand where you’re coming from.”

A faint smile appears on their face. You return the expression, wanting to ease the tension. You wanted a civil conversation where they could easily say the thoughts that they might have been withholding. You had your own as well. From there, the two of you discuss what went wrong – you simply drifted away from each other, inevitably with the long distance as another obstacle. The infatuation stage didn’t last – your relationship was too casual for someone who should be lovers. 

As the conversation ran, the air felt lighter. You didn’t realize how much you missed them but this further confirmed that you and now current ex, worked better as friends. The notion of breakup was mutual and amicable between you two and turned out better than you both hoped for. 

What caught you off-guard as you parted ways, was how your ex mentioned a certain friend of yours.

“Say hi to Kate for me! That girl is always on your rescue.” They gleefully say with a pat on your back and a knowing smile.

You froze for a moment at the sudden mention of the Avenger but managed to form a cohesive reply. “Sure. I’ll make sure she doesn’t send pitchforks or arrows on your way.”

“That’s very much appreciated!”

The two of you ended up giggling as you waved goodbye and a part of you remained stunned. Your heart was pounding, as though a dormant thought had come back to life.

It has been a week since you were available on the market again and you received mixed responses. You wanted to laugh, at how some disapproved and agreed that you and your ex were simply different. When you rebutted that technically, opposites attract, your close ones were quick to say: totally inapplicable to this case!

Your family knew how you’ve grown close to Kate; and seriously, they kept mentioning the woman! You lost count of how many times you’ve become flustered each time they lumped you and shrugged the thought that maybe you two had a great chemistry together. But in all seriousness, things were easy with Kate – the archer somewhat managed to juggle you in her time, between Avenging and college, your dynamic was far from you and your ex. All it took was the fateful encounter you guys had at a hardware store you part-timed in, attending to her questions, and Kate charming you with her clumsy rambling self. 

Why do you keep comparing her now with your ex? Screw these insinuations, now you cannot stop thinking about the other possibilities.

And speaking of the devil, the archer finally had her well-deserved free time. Said through the phone that the aliens and gods can handle the potential storm for a while, to which you were surprised to hear, knowing that she took Avenging duties seriously close to her heart. Unbeknownst to you, all it took from Kate was your break-up news and it immediately filled her with concern. She was far too occupied even if it was only a few days, setting aside her feelings for you, Kate wondered how you were holding up.

“Get in sweetcakes.” Kate hollered from her rolled-up car window as you waited in front of the hardware store. Your shift just ended. You shook your head at how corny it was, although it was endearing enough to make your insides fuzzy. 

“Not if you call me that one more time.”

It only occurred to you that it was a bad idea as soon as you saw the glint of mischief in Kate’s eyes, hands on the side of her mouth, ready to scream.

“Sweetcakes! Sweetcakes, Sweet–”

“Stop embarrassing me, Jesus.” You get inside her car, rubbing your palms together to warm you down. Kate chuckled at your feigned display of annoyance. It was certainly her favorite pastime.

The drizzle had stopped. The familiar afternoon glow wasn’t there, instead replaced with grey skies, giving a gloomy ambiance in the chilly weather. Yet, it barely affected the natural state of Kate’s aura – her bright disposition and smile giving you warmth.

Blood rushed on your cheeks and ears as you realize you’ve been taking quick peeks to your friend’s side profile.

Kate cleared her throat, “Actually, I prefer to be called Kate.” You give her another displeased look. “Fine, I relent. So are we going to talk about it now?” Kate shook her head sideways, urging you to elaborate. She leaned comfortably on the driver’s seat, prepared for a long story time before you guys hit off the parking lot. You were casual – too casual – as though this was another Monday for you. 

Break-ups aren’t normally this way, right?

“What was what? Can’t I get a hi first?”

“Hi.” Kate says unamused. “Now, I was worried the whole time. I know we’ve talked on the phone but I’m not fully convinced ‘til I hear from you.”

“Aw, so you were thinking of me?” You tease Kate who’s cheeks flamed up yet you did not notice as she pushed you off playfully. 

She groaned. “Come on. I’m sure break-ups are commonly followed by crying and drinking afterward. Not… this!” Kate gestures at you, hands flailing at your almost poker face. “Or have you recovered already? Because that’s either an impressive world record or a bunch of bullshit to me.”

You chuckle at the unending questions being thrown at each other. Now you figured out how you sounded odd. 

For the sake of her inner peace, you decide to let it out. “Look, Kate, it was meant to end at some point for us. I mean, when was the last time I hung out with them? I don’t see them a lot, we don’t feel the spark anymore. I’m almost always hanging out with you. There isn’t any bad blood. I guess we just fell out – not compatible anymore.”

“Seriously?” 

“Seriously.” You look at her straight to her ocean eyes that you love. Wait, what? “I don’t… I don’t think I’m missing out on the relationship department because, in the first place, I haven’t been getting any action.”

Kate awkwardly chuckled at your words, tugging on the collar of her shirt. 

“Uh, that I cannot fix. I’m sorry?”

You laugh at the archer’s response. Taking a good look over Kate’s outfit, you see that she’s particularly dressed up today – indicating that she had business to attend over her family’s company. She wore a black suit patterned with an embroidered burnt orange design. She was a treat in your eyes.

Were you shamelessly checking her out?

Yes, very much so.

Kate, however, wasn’t as clueless as you thought. She lets you and plans on teasing you about it. Even if it was out of curiosity or an innocent admiration, the archer wouldn’t tell you – at least for a couple more hundred years – how she loved being the subject of your attention. It didn’t help that your being single again had spurred her mind on the gutters and honestly made you more desirable at the moment. However, Kate refused to delve into them right now – out of respect as your friend first.

"Would you be interested in hooking up with me?” You sultry uttered.

The air within the car felt thick and a pin drop could almost be heard. You shook your head in disappointment to yourself – God, of course, this wasn’t very proper of you to ambush Kate like that. Her silence was very telling. You caught the archer real good, flabbergasted, and can barely formulate a proper word out of her pretty mouth. Nodding at this, you understood that it was too much – forward and probably disrespectful.

You start buckling your seatbelt.

“No, no I get it. Don’t worry, Kate. Let’s just get out of here and–”

Kate was quick to shake her head in disagreement, "No baby, you don’t understand,” The archer’s voice sounded desperate. She did not even realize how the endearment smoothly left her lips. “You're all I wanted! But that doesn't matter right now, you just got out of a relationship–"

“–I told you it wasn’t built to last. I guess it’s a talent of mine, I can’t keep things to stay.” You say out of attempted humor, although your mind had flipped into a different perspective now, the thought was very unsettling. 

Can’t you?

"It’s normal! Nothing goes perfect on the first few tries,” Kate sputtered out, desperate to provide an ounce of solace. “Just like with cooking, we burn stuff, end up ordering takeout. Or- or me with my things. You know how many times my messy self can misplace a lot of things.” Especially my hoodies. I swear they keep disappearing on me, the thought suddenly coming into light to Kate. Whatever, she hoped that in a way, she managed to lighten up the conversation. 

One thing about Kate is that her rambling and playful nature combined somewhat grows into this charismatic mess. A giggle almost erupts out of you but clearly, there is another time and place for that.

“Well, you do keep losing your keys.”

“Exactly.”

“And you’re notorious for parading around while wearing The Ronin’s suit and coming back to your apartment.”

“Ouch. Not my brightest moment I’ll admit. But at least you’re getting my point!”

Finally registering her words, you rolled your eyes now good-heartedly to Kate’s relief. "And if you’re wondering about your hoodies, no they are not lost. I may or may not have some of them.” You admit your crime and Kate comically jutted her head closer to you in shock. It’s like you read her mind. “Not bad for a pep talk, Bishop. But I guess we’re not fucking, are we?”

Now the last sentence had Kate gripping her seat, not expecting your unfiltered spew of words. Would it be bad if she were to admit that her cock twitched at the thought of having you?

But your comfort comes first. She worried that a speck of insecurity could have been plaguing you, wanting to ease that more than ever. While you peered at the window seat, the archer exhaled, scooting to your side – at least the most she could, anyway.

"Give me your hand." Kate's elbow rested in the middle of the car compartment, where her jug is confined, her palm extended for an invitation for you to hold. "Come on, you big baby.”

You take the chance, petulantly placing yours atop hers.

"What now, gonna take the rejection easy on me?" You raise an eyebrow, looking away from her. "Or is it another one of your pranks? Kate, I'm telling you I can take rejections like a big girl despite your disagreement. It was a dumb proposition. Just forget it." You try to act unphased but the grumble gives you out. The feeling slowly sinks you further into humiliation.

Why would you ask your good friend for a good time?

Kate feels the laughter begging to erupt out of her chest. Still, she doesn't, knowing that you might take it the wrong way. God, you were so adorable. "You're not getting it, always so stubborn."

You feel her squeezing your hand. 

"Yada, yada. Just drive, Kate."

Kate's hands remained interlaced with yours even with your curt reply. Eyes curious over you. Even with your mind far away, they have always been so expressive and raw which makes it tenfold difficult to look directly – all tender and equally needy as you, only if you took the chance and looked.

She admits timidly, "I want to. You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment just to kiss you. But I cannot afford to be your second choice, just because it is convenient. I don't want it to be a casual thing!" Her voice bounced off a pitch-higher.

You bit your lip in contemplation. Kate doesn't take her eyes on you nor disrupt the short comfortable silence that lingered. Her hands come to thread through your tresses, admiring you out in the open now.

How could you not have seen it earlier?

It would have saved you a lot more time. One that couldn't have gone to waste. Kate has always been worth your while. Meanwhile, the said woman was stunned. Kate's throat was almost caught in a lump, in disbelief that she got to pour an ounce of her confession. She can't help but rub your sides soothingly – in hopes of calming your turbulent mind.

You unexpectedly move away from your seat, determined to plop yourself on Kate's lap. You swung your legs atop her and a tremendous surprise struck the archer; she could not grasp the uncharted territory being crossed. 

Having you so intimately? Kate was going to combust.

"Huh. It's a good thing that I specifically don't intend it to be a one-time thing." You place your forefinger on Kate's plush lips. "No, I don't expect this to be a casual thing either. I'm sorry if I didn't see the signs earlier..." 

Her ocean eyes had a glint of hope, her heart thrumming madly at the next words that would leave your lips. "So you're saying...?"

"Take what's yours, Bishop." You moved closer, arms dangled between her headrest. You comb through her jet black hair, her attention hopelessly hooked onto you. Inching further to her ear, you husk out, "Do me like you mean it."

She sharply inhaled. 

“I’ll make it worth your time.”

You answer her with a tease, wiggling your hips forward so slightly, her ocean eyes melting at the motion.

She takes one last look to find traces of an ounce of possible regret and retreats from your offer, only to see the unadulterated need in the swirls of your darkening eyes.

Kate's grasp over your hips tightened mouth agape over your affirmation. Her cock was no longer flaccid, instead, it started to strain through her jeans. You feel her and your cunt throbs madly. She was clutching over the layers of your clothing, now eager to take them all off. All she ever craved was to worship you, for you to finally notice her – to take you as she means it – just as your green light urged her to do so.  

Both your lips clashed, tilting on the opposite side, excited to get a taste of what both of you were missing out on. It was no longer as hesitant and awkward as the chaste kiss that you initiated a few minutes ago. You taste the faint traces of her favorite coffee that caused you to smile. The cramped space was overwhelmingly filled with tension and adrenaline; Kate rode along as you did and happily explored your mouth – her tongue swiping sensually along your lower lip and catching you in another bruising kiss again, to which you enthusiastically let out a guttural moan at.

"I’m so drunk on you right now..." Kate muttered, her voice dropping a few octaves. You ground harder in response, moving languidly against her as the kiss continued. 

Her scent was alluring more than ever. You claw at the back of her neck, fingers tangled in her silky tresses. “Then, consider this definitely worth the hangover.” You moan sultrily in Kate’s open mouth - both of your sounds crashing.

Lips bruising and breathless at this point, Kate reluctantly pulled away to adjust her car seat. It was hilarious and endearing for you how she kept smiling between your kisses and the archer kept on chasing for your lips. Even with her numbing lips, she scattered open mouthed kisses all over your jaw and neck, your whole body set ablaze.

“No backing out now.” Kate returns the equally seductive tone, her vulnerability poorly hidden underneath her assertive act.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,”

“Good.”

You feel Kate clawing the fabric of your shirt underneath the bunched up jacket of yours. the way her nails dug desperately had made you buckle over her lap, bodies pressed more than ever, making the two of you moan. 

"You feel so good against me," Kate murmured breathlessly. "I can't get enough of this." she confesses with much candor, eyes gleaming at you that it sends shivers down your spine.

You were plopped down on her lap, swollen lips, and you wanted nothing but her. Kate cannot express enough how her heart feels like it was going to burst out of her ribcage.

"Is that so?" The husk and rawness in her voice made your stomach flip, breaking out a small smile out of you. "I bet you regret it..." your hands that no longer cradled her jaw found their way instead to graze downwards underneath her fancy suit, nails digging on Kate's fine abdomen. "Regret how you said no to me earlier."

The firm muscles grow tense under your touch, making you smirk. you had the Bishop woman successfully loss at words. She only hummed, seemingly lost and busied herself through littering your jaw and neck with more kisses, her teeth inevitably scraping at your skin.

And Kate? She's more than willing to be under your hypnotizing spell.

Kate soon broke the barriers and went her way to claw on your bare skin. The obvious choice for you was to discard the jacket that was nothing more than an obstacle. You wanted to feel her, craving for so much more. Although, you find yourself smiling a little with how the archer was hesitant to break the kiss as the inevitable parting in the process came - Kate chasing your lips - both of you having red and swollen ones from a thirst induced by a dance. 

You're riled up and so is Kate. more so, she's afraid to break the momentum. Afraid that you would snap out of this haze anytime, so she savors each second – the shared warmth, the charged tension that drives her crazy, and your lips heavenly against hers – better than she ever dreamed of. 

When your hands begin to tug and unbuckle her belt, Kate looks at you with her ocean eyes skeptically.

"You wanna go all the way?" Kate rasps out and fuck, you have never heard of something more attractive than this. "I know you're- you might be still processing the break up. I don't wanna..." 

"Kate, listen to me." Your eyes pierce against hers, hands tangled on strands of her disheveled jet black waves, gently tugging and making the archer groan low at the sensation. "Among all the things I mourned and doubted for today, this - us - is not one of them. So yes, I want this. I need you."

Kate took a deep sigh. "As long as you're-"

"-long is what I want, it’s underneath your pants, and you're keeping it away from me. Unless you're backing out now on me, Bishop." 

Her perfect teeth clutched against her bottom lip as you've managed to unzip and free her cock out of her boxers. Your mouth agape in shock, heavens, she was big as you expected. How would it fit? You witnessed her member grow erect under your needy gaze. Kate has no other choice but to moan pathetically as you hold her cock.

"S-shit! Baby, be careful!" Kate hissed low, although her touch continued to relay the want coursing through her.

"Sorry," you sheepishly say and regardless, it dawns a stupid smile over Kate's features. 

It's rough and slightly painful on Kate's end, making her turn red sporadically. You take pity and spit on her cock to lubricate it, the stroke and twists slow at first. The action made her lower stomach and appendage twitch, with her foreskin being tugged in your grasp, Kate uttered a string of soft moans, all putty in your hands quite literally. 

Sue her, she's over the moon right now.

You bite your lip. "I can't take this anymore, I need you inside of me." 

Your spontaneity and darkening gaze continues to make Kate's head spin. She loved being the subject of your desire. Fuck, it was the hottest thing she has witnessed yet. 

"Do you now?" Kate chimed, having a palmful of your breasts through the shirt you're wearing. your eyes rolled back. "Unzip your jeans for me."

When you moved your body up, you failed to measure the distance between the roof of Kate's car and your head, making you bump your head in the process. you muttered a soft ow - heat settling on your cheeks. Kate's gaze however, did not waver, and it brought a pearly smile on her face as she found you endearing.

"Do I have to do it for you baby?" Kate murmured, her hands gripping over your waist.

You shook your head timidly. "No no, I can do it,"  

"That's my girl." The archer scratched her nails light on your stomach, a moan inevitably escapes your mouth. You feel her thumb teasing underneath your bra.

It was the push you needed, then on it was almost smooth sailing as you deftly unbuttoned your jeans. Gravitating to Kate's touch, your own body was attuned and glided for more. Her blue eyes never left yours nor her ministrations that descend over your breast and waist faltered. Your heart pounded madly at such intensity.

Your playful ways shifted back, maneuvering through the limited space - it was a miracle for your slightly trembling hands. You were glistening enough to make Kate's throat grow dry.

As your eyes peer down, Kate's cock felt intimidating, with a girth and length that none of your previous experiences could rival. Not to mention her precum looked tempting. 

All that is left is for you to lower down and so you let your impulsive thoughts win; plunge in. 

Your face curled in the unexpected stretch. Maybe you shouldn't have done that.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god—slow down!" Kate whisper-yelled, her mind flitting between panic and pleasure, not knowing where to succumb first. "You should've warned me first! I don't even have a condom rolled up yet," Her grip over your hips reprimanding you as it was almost bruised; the archer tried to carry some of your weight, in hopes to alleviate the burning sensation.

"Sue me, did you really have to be so–" You groaned, one of your palms against the car window for support, eyes shut in semi-frustration. Kate is fucking huge and it was vivid how your cunt swallows her in. "It looked nice and ready, can you blame me?" 

The breathy heaving both of your breaths barely ceased. Fully settled in Kate's lap and your cunt insanely and sync pulsating with her cock inside of you, she gave you an unamused look. She gave your breasts a firm squeeze, kneading the supple flesh and tugging on your nipples particularly hard – enjoying how your head lolled, eyes droopy in the erotic sensation.

"If you're going to keep playing like that I'm gonna need to take over. You've been naughty enough for me." The archer sultry says, nipping at your clavicle.

"Kate, what—"

She hoists you an inch, only to thrust you back to her cock. "Always taking what you want, doing as you please. I'll have to teach you some manners next time baby. But right now… I will do as you said; buried deep in you.”

Kate slid her hand on the flesh of your bare ass cheek and gave it a light spank. Reveling and lost in how she fit inside of you, your head lolled in the stack of pleasure. Your body practically molded and moved along the archer languidly, feeling her front against yours.

Fuck, how can she fit in the depths you've never explored before? The squelching sounds of your wetness grew and filled the car, erotic to your ears. The vehicle no doubt rocking along the motion and build up that Kate has been brewing.

Your hands loosely enveloped between the driver seat's headrest, upper body slumped and now chest-to-chest against Kate. Even with her unwavering thrusts, you feel the heel of her palm firm around the side of your neck, along with her thumb applying pressure – inches away from your jugular notch – squeezing you.

No, Kate was choking you.

Eyes flutter shut, you respond with enthusiasm. "Yes, oh, yes!" 

"You look so beautiful right now..." Kate dazedly confessed. Her hands moved to your lower back for support. Opening your eyes in curiosity, you see her half-lidded eyes – your favorite ones – softening. "No, you always do. I can't believe this,"

The peppered kisses on your shoulder and above your chest were spread out. Kate's breathing was gruff, you found it adorable as you were well-acquainted with her focused state. Her words dripped with much honesty that it pierced right into your heart, her name already indented there.

Meeting Kate halfway, your hips continued to gyrate along and your palm gently cradled her by the cheeks. You kissed her fervently, filled with a newfound passion. Kate was surprised but fully snapped out, returning the same energy. This was an enlightenment; another step that both of you are eager to explore together.

Your eyes welled up; both in joy and the fruition of her lustful hard work.

Her hips fluidly doing an upward thrusts to squeeze all the juices worth out of you, the archer makes sure that she's punctuating her punishment for you. There was barely a resistance anymore that your walls practically accommodated the entirety of Kate's cock. Although the stretch lingered, adding to the build you wanted.

"This sight? M-mm! Kate, you- you better make it count. Take all of me." 

Your jaw went slack as your dirtiest fantasies are being overfilled with Kate's grip and her determined grunts. Your clit throbbed and you took it upon you to rub it. She whimpered upon witnessing the act. Kate swats your hand away, pad of her fingers applying more pressure against your nub.

You feel Kate's mouth and teeth nibbling on your pebbled nipples this time and being filled to the brim with her words, you don't know if she knew you already came.

Kate knew. Her eyes flicked between your face and saw your pretty tummy, how it twitched, the bulge of her member appearing at each pound. Her trousers were tale-telling too as it was ridiculously soaked.

A shrill was pulled out of your throat. Kate continued to thrust, "Gonna fill you up until your walls are painted white. You wanted this right? Then I'll give it to you, baby," You see her veins bulging out of her neck, the archer completely flustered as she releases thick ropes of her cum inside of you. You were still throbbing at the fill and the aftershocks. The warmth was overwhelming, from your walls and Kate's cum coating you, both of you felt slightly numbed. She kissed and marked you underneath your jaw and you hummed softly.

"Where did that come from?" You murmur while an inch away from Kate's plump lips.

"Guess you bring out the best in me."

You giggle at her silly self coming back and comb through her jet black strands, scratching at her nape. She lets out a soft moan. You're satisfied with how ruined her suit was almost unsalvageable with its creases and wetness.

“Well shit. I think we’re banned forever in this parking lot.” Kate jokes, breathless, causing you to softly chuckle. She’s never been more thankful for the invention of tinted car windows.

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[nonniesworld]

Treehouse

Neteyam x fem!reader

Warnings: all characters aged up, mdni!, fluff, kissing, cuddling, smut, p in v, enemies to lovers, one bed

Synopsis: You and Neteyam have to find a shelter, because of a storm.

Neteyam dragged himself through the dense forest, his steps heavy and hurried. He was on a mission to retrieve a herb for his people, and he had been warned about the dangers that lurked in this part of the woods. But he was confident in his abilities and knew that he could handle anything that came his way.

As he walked, he heard rustling in the bushes. He tensed, ready to defend himself, but then he saw you- Y/N, his greatest rival. You had been at each other's throats ever since you were children, always trying to one-up each other in everything from hunting to archering to climbing trees. Neteyam didn't understand why he felt such hatred towards you, but he couldn't deny that he was fiercely competitive with you.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice cold.

"I could ask you the same thing," you shot back, your eyes narrowed.

Neteyam rolled his eyes, but before he could respond, the sky opened up and rain poured down on you. You were both soaked within seconds.

"We need to find shelter," Neteyam said, looking around frantically. "There's a cave not far from here."

But you were already running in the opposite direction. "This way!" you yelled over your shoulder.

Neteyam hesitated for a moment, but then he followed you, his heart pounding. You ran deeper and deeper into the forest, the storm slowly getting worse. Neteyam was starting to worry that you were lost when you suddenly stopped in front of a tree.

"What is it?" he asked, panting.

"I used to have a treehouse up there," you said, pointing up. "I haven't been here in years, but it should still be there."

Neteyam looked up, skeptical. But then he saw the faint outline of a structure high up in the branches. "How do we get up there?" he asked.

"I used to climb it all the time," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "But I guess you'll have to follow me."

Neteyam grumbled under his breath, as he started climbing after you. It was a slippery climb, with rain slicking the branches and lightning flashing in the sky. But somehow you both made it to the top, panting and soaked.

The treehouse was small and cramped, barely big enough for the two of you. But it was dry, and that was all that mattered. You crawled inside, and Neteyam followed you, squeezing in beside you on the small bed that took up most of the space.

You lay there in silence for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath. Neteyam was very aware of your body pressed against his, of the way your breathing sounded in the small space. He tried to push those thoughts away, to focus on the mission at hand. But then he looked over and saw you looking at him, your eyes soft.

"I'm sorry," you said suddenly, your voice low. "For always competing with you. I don't know why I do it."

Neteyam felt a pain of guilt in his chest. He realized that he didn't know why he always competed with you either. You had grown up together, had been friends at one point. But somewhere along the way, things had gotten twisted between you.

"I'm sorry too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know why we always fight."

You reached out and hesitantly touched his hand. Neteyam sensed a jolt of electricity run through his body at the contact.

Neteyam felt his breath catch in his throat as your fingers intertwined with his. You lay there in silence for a few moments, staring at each other. The rain pattered against the roof of the treehouse, the only sound in the small space.

Neteyam felt a sudden surge of desire as he looked at you. He couldn't deny that he had always found you attractive, even when you were enemies. But now, lying in the cramped space of the treehouse, he was finding it hard to resist his urges.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You responded eagerly, your tongue darting out to meet his. You kissed deeply, your bodies pressing together in the tight space of the bed.

Neteyam's hands roaming over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and waist. He felt a surge of heat between his legs as he realized how much he wanted you. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, his voice low.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his fingers tracing the beads of your top.

You nodded eagerly, your eyes shining with desire. Neteyam grinned and pulled your  top off, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. You moaned and arched your back, your fingers tugging on his hair.

Neteyam worked his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. He reached your loincloth and untied it, exposing your slick pussy. He buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your clit. You moaned and bucked your hips, your fingers gripping the sheets.

Neteyam felt a surge of pleasure as he realized how much he was turning you on. He pushed his fingers into your tight pussy, feeling the walls clench around him. You moaned and whimpered on the bed, your body tensing as you approached orgasm.

Neteyam continued to work his magic, his fingers and tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge. And then, with a cry, you came, your juices soaking his face.

Neteyam grinned and climbed back up your body, his own erection straining against his loincloth. He looked down at you, his eyes hungry.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice rough.

You nodded eagerly. Neteyam pulled off his own loincloth, revealing his big hard cock. He positioned himself between your legs and slid in your tight pussy, feeling your walls stretch around him.

You moved together in perfect harmony, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. His cock hitting all the right spots, as he thrust in and out of you. You moaned and arched your back, your hands scratching his back.

You fucked like animals, your bodies slick with sweat and rain. Neteyam felt his orgasm building. And with a final thrust, he came, his hot cum shooting deep inside you.

You lay there for a few moments, panting and gasping for breath. Neteyam looked down at you, his heart pounding.

"I think I'm in love with you," he said suddenly, his voice low.

You smiled up at him, your eyes shining. "I think I'm in love with you too," you said, your voice soft.

You lay there for a few more minutes, holding each other, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Tag: @bananafruityawne

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[u10como]

Prince Isaac was nervous.

He fully supported the peace treaty with the Elven kingdom and knew it was needed, but he wasn't thrilled about being used as his father's bargaining chip. The war was now reaching its 800th year, which meant even the elves went through several generations since it started any nobody really remembered the true reason - elves blamed humans, humans blamed elves - the usual. But nobody can wage a war forever - if not for economic reasons then for the sheer fact it starts to seem meaningless after several decades of largely no progress in either of the side's favor.

King Langdon III, Isaac's father, decided to make his name in the annals of his kingdom as the great peacemaker. He could drive the final blow to the elven kingdom if he decided so - after all, during the rules of Kings Horatio I, Langdon II and especially Tiberius V, Isaac's grandfather and Langdon III's father, the humans made several great breakthroughs in technology, which allowed them to take the upper hand over the elves - firearms exceeding the range of elven bows, steam powered siege engines impervious to any weapon crafted by elven smiths, even flying machines, soaring far above the reach of best elven archers. But King Langdon III felt his people were growing tired of the contstant state of war and suspected the elves might feel the same. Actually, he knew if he was in the place of Auberon IV, the king of elves, he would beg for a peace treaty long ago - but he also knew the elves were too proud, perhaps even foolhardy to accept one-sided defeat. Thus, king Langdon III offered a mutual peace treaty between the kingdoms, which, to prince Isaac's annoyance, pivoted around royal wedding between human prince and elven princess.

Prince Isaac however felt like he isn't prepared to get married, even less so for complete stranger He knew elven women were considered very beautiful, but none of the elven women he ever saw before was up to his tastes. Not only were they usually much taller than him, but prince Isaac had sort of peculiar taste when it came to women. He never admitted that, because he felt ashamed of it but he was really attracted to women missing limbs. But from what he knew, elves were always perfect. He remembered hearing a tale of Elven warrior who survived being banished to deep woods centuries ago and lived with human lumberjack, but nobody ever saw living, breathing elf with missing limbs ever since - even in the face of total annihilation, the elves kep their bigoted views and their permanently injured soldiers were still sacrificed to keep up the aura of their race's flawless perfection. No - he was destined to marry not for love, but for politics. What does it matter if she was a woman of race which appeared physically perfect in everyone else's eyes: To him, that argument was hollow. Yet, being a gentleman, he still felt the need to introduce himself - she was their honored guest and, if everything goes according to plan, they were going to spend the rest of their lives with one another, so getting to know her can't hurt.

Knocking at the elven princess' chamber door, he heard her answer in weak, timid, yet melodic voice: "C... come in!" As he opened the door, prince Isaac was thoroughly surprised by the appearance of his future wife: She was beautiful, yet not in the expectable elven manner: She was slightly shorter than him, with beautifully rounded hips completely unlike any elf he ever saw before. She had jet black hair and shy expression of a trapped doe, trying to avoid eye contact with him. "Greetings, i'm prince Isaac, your... ahem... future husband? pleased to meet you..." he approached her with outstretched hand." "Oh... Hello, my Lord... i'm Delia... she replied, turning her eyes to him. As she saw his hand, a panic appeared briefly in her eyes before she timidly rose her right foot and took Isaac's hand in it. At thet moment Isaac noticed - Delia had no arms - her outfit should have made that detail apparent, but Isaac never expected elven princess to lack any appendage, let alone both arms at her shoulders. Gently squeezing her foot, he kissed her ankle to Delia's surprise. "I'm sorry, my Lord i am... This..." she said... "My father thought he will get rid of the family shame i am and be free to marry off my beautiful sisters to the counts of elven colonies across the sea, but if you send me back i'm sure you can negotiate an exchange for one of them..." "No!" said Isaac perhaps too sharply, startling Delila. "How could i do that? You're our honored guest, and if your family doesn't treat you well it's even more so our duty to keep you safe with us!" "But my father treats me well! He loves me! He kept me alive in secret despite the fact i was born... damaged - is there a greater sign of love?" "Delia... you are not damaged. To me, you are more beautiful than any woman i ever saw - human or elven. I would never return you back - even less so now that i know how you were treated - Yes, you might consider it a kindness on your father's part and i've no doubt he genuinely thought so too, but even so, sending you back to this life would be cruel. Here, you can be free - go wherever you want, meet whoever you wish, not hidden out of sight because of some preposterous superiority complex your father refuses to let go of." "You... you want to marry me, then, my Lord?" "Please, drop the lord, Delia, i'm Isaac." "So you want to marry me... Isaac?" "I always imagined i would marry for love, not for political machinations. But that's something you and i can work on together, but only if you want to marry me, Delia?." "I would love to, Isaac!"

#armless #no arms #dsd #double amputee #amputation #arm amputee #amputee #amputiert

[romanoffsbish]

The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff(Widowed)

Queen!Wanda x King!Valkyrie

DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie

18+ | Minors DNI | Smut!!! 🥵

TA: Stickier Situation(Next)

Requested by the lovely @simplysimping999 I hope this lives up to your expectations my friend. 🥹❤️

Warnings:

Protected sex/Dick riding (W Receiving, V Giving), Non-Con, Somnophilia(R Receiving, W Giving), Masturbation(Val), Panty sniffing(Val), Blood(R's), Breeding/Penetration(R Receiving, V Giving), Oral (W Receiving, R Giving), Mommy/Daddy, Degradation, punishment (face slap), Fucked to sleep(R)

Mentions of endgame, kidnapping, sprinkle of Stockholm, manipulation, mind erasing

Wanda Maximoff had a lot to consider after the whole Thanos debacle, after being forced into killing her best friend, then to still lose, and be forced to return to a world that no longer included the love of her life.

Natasha Romanoff—feared by most, but was literally a teddy bear behind closed doors; she gave her life to a world that never deserved her to begin with, and Wanda was beyond furious. No more were the days of loss she thought after losing her family, but boy was she wrong.

Valkyrie also had a lot to consider, seeing as how she'd spent most of her days drunk, waking up on the beds of the women who's hearts she'd toyed with, too afraid to commit after the battle where she'd been made to lose. Being given the throne of New Asgard was the least she'd expected, but when a broken down, exhausted Thor approached her she wasn't going to just say no to him.

———

She now has this title to live up to, something about "honor," and "nobility," and if it wasn't for Thor she'd be long gone. Now she's faced with this concept of needing a person worthy of settling down with, someone to pose as her right hand—her Queen.

Apparently, the women decided to spend their time considering their options wrapped up beneath the sheets together after a grueling battle in which they'd only just met.

When on the battlefield Valk had been instantly drawn to Wanda, the rage behind her eyes being something she'd been all too familiar with. She recognized the loss behind her fury immediately, and her heart attempted to crack open with memories of her own. Shoving them down she did what she did best, she fought side by side with the field full of strangers all with a need to avenge something.

Wanda had always been able to split her focus, it came with the territory of hearing others thoughts, because if not she'd never be able to get anything done. So while absolutely ripping the mad titan to shreds, she could hear all of Valkyrie's sinful thoughts about her. She'd also heard the curious ones, where she worked to find out what exactly had happened, but those quickly subsided as it appeared her attraction to the witch grew tenfold.

Though she didn't want the pity stares, almost everyone approached her with one as the battle had ended. The only one she welcomed from the archer who's well overdue for retirement. They held each other close, both quietly sobbing before he was off to reunite with his family, with requests that Wanda would eventually be by to do the same.

Upon meeting the warrior though, she was fortunately met with eyes free of judgement, free of expectation, and being that she wanted to just forget, she was quick to give in to the lusty undertones in her gaze. Valkyrie had intended to be soft at first, but Wanda was having none of it, so she threw her down onto the hotel's bed and used her to get off.

Valkyrie watched in aroused bewilderment as the witch took control, only seeming to care about herself in the moment, and to finally be on the receiving end of that had the Asgardian hooked. Knowing that the witches loss must be fresh she didn't want to overwhelm her, but the question she was about to ask really had no other implications, so she used the redheads brief moment of fatigue to ask.

"Be my queen?" She asks while slowly pumping into the women, Wanda's ability to process, let alone reply cut off as both women's orgasms overtake them.

Wanda's eyes shot open as soon as the pleasure faded and the unbearable pain had returned. As soon as she was peering into the women's eyes that were hovering above her she felt dirty. The immense guilt overcame her for a brief moment as she realized the dirt on her wife's grave isn't even settled, she's actually not even sure if it's placed.

Silently she left the hotel room, leaving Valkyrie stunned, but not at all discouraged. She's not clueless, it's obvious this was a moment of necessary release, she'd know since she'd been doing the exact same thing for literal centuries. Shall the witch deem her questions of interest, then she'll be able to find her, and based on the lost gaze she's certain she'd show at some point.

—

On a hot Summer's day, when Valkyrie was in her attire deemed for hard labor she began working with the townspeople to build up New Asgard. It was coming along rather beautifully, and she was more than excited for the finishing touches to be in place so she could relax.

Every day she spent working she was encouraged to stop, being King and all, but she always used the "nobility" angle to keep pushing. Really though, the labor had helped her to be too tired for sinful one night stands in the nighttime with the alluring townsfolk.

Valkyrie was set on being a changed woman, but holding out was surely becoming difficult. That night she returned home as the sun began to set, changing into a loose fitting tank, and a pair of boxers she settled before her TV with a microwave dinner. A knock on her door shook her from her beer induced slumber, and in her dazed state she'd opened the door without considering changing.

"Hello your royal highness, mind putting your friend away? I'm here to conduct business."

The Sokovian's raspy voice rang through the space between them, nearly knocking the sex deprived King to her knees as she was overcome by unbearable need. Quickly she stepped to the side though, allowing the witch into her humble abode, and situated herself on the couch with a pillow over her crotch.

"So.." Wanda began her long winded speech, Valkyrie nodding from time to time in a sort of agreement.

Though deep down they both hope for love, the guarded women accepted this agreement of sharing in the power together. Valkyrie would allocate Wanda with the duties of engaging with the town, and any and all things media related as she obviously had the kinder approach. Valkyrie would maintain a strong line of defense, help in maintaining a sense of peace as well as remain a strong figure head in place to remind the towns sparing groups of scaly wags to remain in line.

Together they worked perfectly to maintain, the sex being an added bonus that both were able to appreciate in time, neither would fully admit it, but love had indeed blossomed. Wanda was only there part time though, as she still remained a part time Avenger whenever the world had grown too grim.

Wanda was weary of remaining on Earth, having grown rather accustomed to her life elsewhere, and if she was honest being away from her King became harder each time she left. She'd done more than her share for those on Earth, the same people so willing to lock her up all those years prior, so she was actually prepared to resign.

One thing, or more specifically one person, had been her main reason for remaining on Earth. You'd assume it would be Clint, or even Yelena, but it was neither, it was actually a newer face walking around the compound.

You were no Avenger, but instead a simple young woman, quite literally with the physical strength of a mouse, but that just made you all the more adorable. A college student studying Environmental Science at NYU, with your girlfriend Kate Bishop right by your side. After a run in with her "friends" at one eventful Christmas gala you quickly found yourself immersed in the world of the Avengers. Though it was intimidating, you would've done anything for Kate, even live a life full of danger.

Wanda was infatuated with you, somehow you were completely unscathed by the darkness of the world. There was no denying you were perfect, so whenever she was on Earth she found anyway to be close to you, which usually meant impromptu snuggles while watching movies, or dancing together at the compound parties thrown in honor of Stark, the same ones Wanda wouldn't be caught dead at before you had arrived.

Even if it did always rub Kate the wrong way, she'd say nothing knowing that you would never cheat on her, and that all you wanted was to make people feel loved. After hearing about Wanda's late wife all you wanted was to aide her through her grief, offering her your shoulder to cry on. Your intentions were of the purest intent, but sadly all you did was further the witches insatiable need for you.

Wanda didn't like your willingness to be in danger for someone like Kate, who clearly lacked the ability to actually protect you. If you were to be hers, and by proxy her King's, then you'd be safe. You'd never want for anything, no hair would be out of place. You'd be their perfect princess, tending to the household while they're out maintaining the town, and you'd be their perfect means of stress relief.

Wanda decided after the last time she visited that you were going to be theirs, so while taking care of her King's needs she mentioned bringing someone else into the relationship. Valkyrie's heart had been close to shattering, feelings of inadequacy bubbling to the surface, but Wanda was quick to quell her concerns.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Val—My King—insecurity isn't a cute look on you.." She taunts her wife beneath her, hands squeezing her breasts in the same time that she's slowly rising, and falling back down her cock, pulling a deep moan from the woman.

"If I wanted to leave you, I would've already... It's just, we're both too busy to maintain the castle we've built, and if we're ever going to have kids it's best we find a docile princess who can handle it all. To chase the kids around while we ensure the town stays a safe place for them to grow up"

Wanda briefly kissed her lips while grinding against her, bringing the both of them that much closer to their releases.

"Someone to suck you off while we enjoy a fresh hot meal after a hard day of work together."

Her pace increased, lips nibbling at her jawline before dropping near her ear, hot breaths fanning across the expanse of her neck, lips inching to whisper into her ear.

"An innocent thing for us to break and mold into our perfect little printsessa.. To fuck our frustrations out on, and to breed."

Valkyrie's head was dizzying the more Wanda spoke of this mystery girl—you. Rather suddenly she wrapped her arm around Wanda's waist, taking the control while flipping them rather aggressively, slamming Wanda into the mattress and thrusting so deeply that her bulge was visible through the witches stomach. Wanda pressed down firmly on her abdomen, causing the both of them to scream out in blinding pleasure as their releases came flooding out of them. Wanda's arousal drenching the latex, while Valkyrie's abundant load filled the condom.

"Fuck, Wanda... You speak of her as if she already exists..." She pants out while collapsing into her lovers equally as sweaty body, head perfectly nestled between her breasts, and strong arms wrapping around Wanda's tiny waist.

"That's because she does my sweet girl..." Wanda lightly chuckles out, placing a sweet kiss to her forehead while running her hands up and down her back, lulling her to sleep before also falling asleep to thoughts of you.

Valkyrie was hesitant at first, but the more Wanda described you, the more willing she was becoming to welcoming you into their relationship. For someone who'd spent most of her later life playing the field, adding a pretty young thing into her established relationship was just what she needed, so her hesitancy was quickly replaced with excitement.

Plans were set in motion, Wanda had been called to earth by the one and only Stephen Strange who'd been in over his head for what could only be considered the zillionth time. While Wanda was sorting out Peter's problems, she actually found a solution to her own, a spell to use once she was ready.

When at the compound Wanda had been purposefully telling everyone of the news. Apparently New Asgard was open to others now, a portal of sorts created to bridge the two worlds together, and once you heard her announcement you were extremely ecstatic.

"Katy-Kat! Did you hear her? Looks like we have our perfect summer trip in order."

Kate had shared your enthusiasm, catching your body when you came running at her, giggling along with you before kissing you tenderly.

Wanda's jaw momentarily clenched at your excited squeals being directed at your underserving girlfriend, but she reminded herself that in due time you'll be theirs, and all your delicious sounds will be for them.

All she had to do was to make sure you arrived without Kate. Which was easy enough, because as the both of you approached the portal Kate's phone went off.

"Clint! Slow down, okay, I understand, I'm on my way..."

Your heart broke as her rushed words came together to form an image you'd slowly grown used to. Avenging always came first, you fully understood, but it never got easier for you.

"My love.."

"I heard.." You deflate, and she quickly wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in and pecking the entirety of your face to cheer you up.

"Katy, stop... You have to go, it's okay... I'll just go ho—."

"No, baby, keep our bed warm in the hotel. Promise I'll be here before the night ends."

Kate pulled back from you, handing over her suitcase, then in one swift motion her outfit is ripped off to reveal her suit.

"Like my party trick?" She teases, and your giggles help to settle the guilt in her heart.

"Yeah, but party tricks won't save the world, so go, then come back to me... I have a trick of my own planned for the night." You tease, winking oh so subtly as you do.

Kate smirks at your innuendo, then kisses your cheek before running off, leaving you to enter through the portal. Unbeknownst to either of you though was the permanency of the portal, seeing as how as soon as you walked through it, it closed.

Now it was Valkyrie's time to shine, watching closely as you enter her town, and adjusting her pants to conceal how excited she'd become. The trap was set in motion, all you had to do was step into it, and with your lack of perception on direction it was almost too easy.

While searching for signs to get to your hotel—that didn't exist—you saw an ice cream shop. Wanda knew you well enough to know that would grab your attention, and Valkyrie watches in amusement as you run in to collect a triple scooped cone.

As soon as you exited with the cone a child ran by, knocking the cone into your clothes, leaving you covered in the sticky goodness. Then as if the day couldn't get worse, before you could walk across the way to the public restrooms another group of kids came barreling through. Both yours, and Kate's bags were thrown into the ocean, and on instinct you went to jump in.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you, the smell of the woman's cologne had you reeling as she gently twirled you around until you were facing her.

"Honey, that was a close call there... Those waters are unforgiving territory, did you miss the signs?"

Her smooth accented voice works to calm your nerves, and the friendly smile finishes the job.

"Sorry, it's just, some kids kinda ruined my clothes, then knocked the rest of them into the water."

"No need to apologize little dove, how about you come with me?"

Your body language shifted, and Valkyrie picked up on the hesitancy instantly.

"How bold of me, please let my introduce myself first. I'm Valkyrie, technically the King of the land, but the titles not really necessary out here. All of our shops are closed for the day, so the only clothes I can offer you belong to my wife—Wanda Maximoff."

Your face lights up at the sound of your familiar friends name being uttered, and you're hardly able to contain your little dance, your day is starting to look up.

"Oh my gosh! Hi! I'm Y/N, and I've heard so much about you."

Valkyrie chuckles at your statement, uttering the same back, then helping you to mount her Pegasus before following suit to take you back to the castle.

—

Wanda was still on Earth, helping the group to fight the sudden influx of monsters attacking the city of New York.

"Where the hell did these devils come from?" Kate shrieks, standing back to back with Clint, shooting her trick arrow off at the same time as him, hitting the octopus inspired monster directly in its eye for a takedown.

"It's unclear, but according to my knowledge, and their markings they seem to have been sent here by a witch of sorts." Strange relays before being propelled into a nearby shop.

"Wanda! Can you trace it back to anyone?" Clint shouts through his comms, but she's quick to feign ignorance.

"Listen, I have magic, but I'm not a spell casting witch, so no, I have no idea how to do so." She replies annoyedly, but is able to pass off said annoyance as she's wrestling with another one of her creatures.

Once the fight seems to end all too suddenly everyone returns to the compound to get patched up, Wanda's quick to slip out unnoticed, leaving to enter the basement of the sanctorum, casting the same spell that Strange had recently fucked up to absolute perfection.

"Oh printsessa... How sad is it that nobody's going to remember you..." She darkly coos preparing to leave before the incoming steps can catch sight of her.

With the snap of her fingers she's back in Asgard, placing your contained spell into a safe in her secret basement in the castle before setting off to see if Valkyrie completed her end. Walking into the room to see you in her creme shaded camisole, and a pair of red, lacy panties she sees she obviously did. She can't help but to stare, wondering what it is you're thinking about, but she's quick to reroute your mind.

Red wisps travel over to your relaxed form, entering your mind, and filling it with filthy thoughts of the witch, and her warrior. Valkyrie's arms suddenly wrap around her from behind, settling her head on her shoulder she peers over at your body as well.

"I returned to find all your pants in the wash." Valkyrie chuckles into her wife's ear, and the witch giggles along.

"Oh no, how inconvenient..."

"She's beautiful..."

"Yeah, and she's all ours..." Wanda confirms, placing her hands over her lovers and before she can turn to initiate anything your whimpers pull her attention back to you.

The newfound wet patch on your panties brings the witch so much joy, and she feels as your sounds do the same to her wife.

Wanda's first to move towards the bed, using her magic she removes your panties, and throws them over to the woman behind her before climbing onto the bed and leveling herself with your drenched pussy. Your unique scent suddenly fills her nostrils, leaving her practically drooling as thoughts of ravishing you steadily consume her.

Taking it slow she lightly blows your cunt, watching the way your body jolts at the sudden rush of cold air. Still you remain asleep, which is honestly her preference in the moment. Languidly she runs her tongue through your folds, moaning as your slick travels across her tastebuds, and as she becomes consumed with your taste she no longer feels the need to hold back as she dives right in.

Valkyrie was sat in a corner chair, watching as Wanda ate you out, the sight alone causes her cock to ache with a need for release. With one hand she begins to stroke her cock, starting slowly to build herself up at a decent pace. Using the other she lifts your panties to her face, deeply inhaling your scent, which in turn leaves her desperate for you, and within a matter of moments she's increasing her pace and prematurely releasing at the same moment Wanda's ministrations seemed to wake you up.

"What's going on... ? Wanda, I-I.."

"Shh printsessa... Mommy's just taking care of your needs, your loud whines led us in here to find your panties beyond drenched..."

"Wanda, I have a girlfriend..."

Wanda slaps your cheek the moment those words leave your lips, leaving you completely shocked, but it's honestly more than enough to silence you.

"No, you actually don't, and that's not my name!" She growls out, then viciously her lips attach to yours.

Moving against your still lips, she becomes rather angry at your lack of reciprocation, so she pulls your lower lip back and harshly bites it, drawing blood. Her thumb tenderly runs across your cheek to wipe away your tears, then it slowly travels down. Mixing your tears with the blood that now stains your chin, then she's lifting her coated thumb up to her lips to suck upon the mixture—giving you whiplash.

"Tell me honey, what were you dreaming about?" Wanda asks, feigning cluelessness.

You run hot with embarrassment at the vivid imagery that once again consumes your mind, unwilling to divulge said information, which if you were thinking clearly you'd know is pointless since she can literally hear every thought you've ever had.

"What did you do to Kate?" You ask fiercely, ignoring her question, and preparing for another round of slapping.

"Oh don't you worry, Kate's more than fine, actually without you there to hold her back she's doing extremely well."

"I didn't hold her back." You meekly state, tears ferociously running down your cheeks, but the witch ignores them, and continues to dig the knife in further.

"Oh, but you did. Kate was distracted by you, now that for her you never existed, she's doing amazingly. Clint was able to leave her to take over his mantle, and she graduated a whole year early."

"What do you mean I never existed?"

"Let's not break that pretty brain of yours..." Wanda taunts, face feigning sympathy.

"Wanda, please explain..."

Your inconsolable sobs gnaw at her heart in the slightest bit, so in a simple way she explains.

"Nobody on Earth knows who you are..."

She pauses to place a kiss to your wet cheeks.

"...There's also no way back to Earth for you..."

Pausing once more to see you processing her words, a fresh set of tears falling as you do.

"You're officially our pretty little princess, so it's best you get used to it honey..."

Your tears don't stop, but your resistance seems to, lazily you meet her lips efforts as she kisses you with immense passion.

"Now, what were your dreams about honey?"

You're more than aware now that she knows, that she definitely planted them there, but your arousal was quick to out how much you wanted it on at least some level. Truth be told, Wanda didn't actually orchestrate what happened in your mind, just planted the seeds, and let your imagination run wild with it.

Her glare tells you there isn't really much of a choice here, it's expected of you to answer, and you're not really a fan of the mean version of your "friend" so through your sobs you manage to speak.

"Mommy was laying on the bed..."

Wanda hums against your skin, allowing you to speak your truth while she toys with your breasts, taking a nipple between her fingers, while taking the other into her mouth, enjoying the way you stutter as she tweaks and sucks.

"and Daddy was fucking me from behind while I ate you out..."

Valkyrie's quick to tune in at the title, jumping up to be able to lock eyes with you as you continue on, and your eyes go wide at the sight of her sizable dick that's stood at attention.

"Fuck..."

"Go on.." Wanda commands, lightly biting into your soft skin as a warning.

"Da-addy and you just kept using me, the rest is kinda fuzzy, I'm sorry..."

"Oh little dove, that's fine... I promise we can make your dreams a reality, then fill in the blanks as we go..." Valkyrie coos before Wanda can speak, her free hand going up to cup your cheek, and allowing you the millisecond of comfort before Wanda begins to speak.

"Listen honey, I don't like to be mean to you, but you have to promise to be our good girl... We'll take such good care of you, give you a life full of riches, all you have to do is promise."

Her words are sickeningly sweet, but—truth be told, in the moment Wanda's enjoying the fear that resides beneath your gaze. You've seen Wanda's powers up close, so the idea of fighting seems futile, especially seeing as how you've no longer got a life to return to, so you settle for the easier rode—giving in.

"I promise!"

Wanda smirks at your inner turmoil, then your subsequently logically drawn conclusions fill her with glee—you were perfect, easy to mold.

"Well, first, mommy's got to punish you."

"My queen, maybe this time we let her off the hook..."

"I don't know, she wasn't..."

Valkyrie pulls Wanda in for a kiss, cutting her off then whispering something into her ear, which shockingly seems to convince the witch otherwise.

"Seems like your daddy here wants to show you some mercy printsessa, but just be warned, in the future mommy won't be so nice."

At this point you were just embarrassed, your puffy cunt dripping onto the mattress, and no matter how much you willed your body to stop the arousal was just flowing out. Valkyrie's slender fingers teasingly trailed through your folds, collecting your arousal just to get a taste while Wanda was off to the side making quick work of her own clothing.

Valkyrie's strong arms wrapped around you for the second time today, effortlessly lifting you off the bed; dragging your wet cunt down her abdomen, and as she lowered you to the ground her erect cock nudged through your folds. Needy moans were caught by her lips suddenly, yet gently, pressing against your own.

The sound of the bed creaking announced that Wanda was ready, Valkyrie reluctantly pulled away from you, then with arousal inducing brute force she spun you around, lightly shoving you towards the bed.

"Face down, ass up." Wanda instructs, leaving little to no room for interpretation leading you to crawl up the bed and settle yourself between her parted thighs.

"Honey, don't leave mommy waiting, this was your dream after all..." She taunts, leaving you to consider teasing her back, but you quickly decide it's a bad idea and with a shocking bit of excitement you get acquainted with her body.

Wanda's breathing becomes uneven as you work your tongue through her folds, and with the wave of her hand she gives Valkyrie the necessary permission to ravish you. All of a sudden you're moaning against her core, sending the most perfect of vibrations through her as Valkyrie fills you to the brim.

"Fuck... Princess, you feel so good around me." Valkyrie says, accent deepening as arousal laces her tone, and her hips begin to move at an unforgiving pace.

The room smells of sex, as the three of you work each other up to your releases. Wanda's hand is tangled in your hair, holding you firmly against her, while her hips move erratically to fuck your face. It's almost like a game of tug of war is taking place, Valkyrie's hold on your hips is firm, bruising even as she thrusts into your from behind, using her hold to pull you back to meet her every thrust. One thing's definitely clear, both women are close to their release with you present between them.

Even though you're clearly struggling to retain cognition, you're able to bring yourself to slip two fingers into Wanda as her hold on your head falters. Wanda cries out as soon as your fingers begin rhythmically pumping into her, tongue teasingly tracing over her bundle, then in reciprocation her powers travel down to play with your clit.

The sudden pressure has your moves faltering for half a second, and the way your walls clench has Valkyrie nearing her end. Valkyrie's hips never stop their motions, clearly her stamina was top tier; your jaw however was growing tired, so in an attempt to throw the witch over you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking fervently.

Within a minutes time, after a few perfectly crafted curls of your fingers, and the delicious pressure against her you're rewarded with her pornographic moans and abundant release. Her thighs had tightened around your head though, as she rolled her hips against you in hopes of keeping her high going, leaving you without air. The dizziness clouding your mind as your lungs pleaded for relief had spurred your body on; walls fluttering around her twitching cock.

Wanda's release of your head had you gasping for air, and the sudden re-emergence of oxygen in your lungs had been what finally sent you crashing over into your state of bliss. Valkyrie was close as well, but she'd desperately wanted to see you coming undone before she lets go.

In a quick succession she's pulling out of you, allowing your previous orgasm to drip out of you as she manhandles you onto your back. Thrusting back into you with a sense of urgency, and with strong arms holding you up by your thighs her thrusts somehow hit deeper. Staring down you watch as her length manages to push your abdomen out repeatedly. Curiosity takes you over, and you reach down to poke at the unusual bulge, then after a moment you're forcefully pushing down on it. Her wide tip pushes against your spongey wall just right, an aggressive moan flies out of you, as your body trembles from beneath her.

Val watches your face as it scrunches up from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, your walls simultaneously work to choke her cock, and at that she can no longer hold on. A choked moan falls from the woman above you as she quickly becomes overwhelmed by the sensations. The way her cock twitches inside you is the warning you get before the white, sticky hot fluids spew from her dick, painting the entirety of your walls.

"God, you're just so fucking hot." She groans, then her lips are meeting yours for a teeth clashing kiss that you do your best to keep up with.

A soft whine falls from your lips, and is transferred into her mouth as she continues to kiss you and slowly moves her hips, picking back up as if she hadn't just came seconds ago.

Wanda took some time to recuperate from her high, having been reveling in the fact that she finally had you where she wanted you. Being so far gone in her mind she'd failed to even take notice of the change in position. She watches in awe as her wife continues to destroy you with no end in sight, eyes tightly shut as her hips continue to thrust you into the bed, and having apparently turned you into a babbling mess roughly two orgasms ago.

Wanda eventually has to slap her in the face just to get her back down to Asgard, her hips slowly come to a stop before she's looking up to meet her lovers gaze.

"My King, you did so good, but it's time to let her rest now..." She coos, then leans forward to kiss her lips while she is very much still inside of you.

Valkyrie finally looks down at you, taking in your tear stricken face, admiring the way your bruised lips are parted, and loving the sounds of your adorable snoring.

"I didn't even realize she passed out..." She guiltily murmurs.

"Yeah, I noticed." The witch giggles, reaching out to push the hair out of your face, leaning down to place a tender kiss to your parted lips.

"She'll be okay... There's definitely no way you didn't get her pregnant though.."

"I don't want to pullout..." She whimpers, and Wanda smirks deviously at her.

"Then don't, let our little princess here get used to cock warming..." Wanda muses before kissing her once more in a silent goodnight.

Valkyrie didn't have to be told twice, gently she laid her body atop of yours, making sure you're still able to breathe as she's definitely bulky enough to crush you. Once she feels the rise and fall of your chest consistently, and without struggle, she settles her face in the crook of your neck and falls asleep.

Wanda lays beside the both of your sleeping bodies, fingers lightly tracing the sides of your abdomen, and smiling when she finally picks up on another energy in the room.

"Goodnight princess... Goodnight little pea..."

She falls asleep with a rather full heart, though this had been a dream she once shared with Natasha, she's glad she was able to pull it together with her newfound love.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 💋

#natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wandanat #kate x fem!reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #wanda maximoff pov #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x reader x valkyrie #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff imagine #valkyrie pov #king valkyrie #valkyrie x female reader #valkyrie x you #valkyrie x y/n #valkyrie x reader #softdark!valkyrie #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #valkyrie smut

[sakuplumeria]

Moriarty the Patriot / Yuukoku no Moriarty Ask Game - Alternate Universe Edition

Choose a number for a character and an alphabet for a scenario, and put it in my ask box! I’ll answer the question. Feel free to reblog if you want to answer questions too :)

Pick a character:

1) William James Moriarty

2) Albert James Moriarty

3) Louis James Moriarty

4) Sebastian Moran

5) Fred Porlock

6) Zach Patterson

7) James Bonde

8) Jack Renfield

9) Von Herder

10) Moneypenny

11) Sherlock Holmes

12) John H. Watson

13) Miss Hudson

14) George Lestrade

15) Mycroft Holmes

16) Irene Adler

17) Henry Antrim (Billy the Kid)

18) Mary Watson

19) Wiggins

20) Adam Whiteley

21) Charles Augutus Milverton

22) Favorite character

23) Other character (mention in the ask)

Choose a scenario:

A) Lives in modern times. What kind of vehicles does the character ride?

B) Goes out to space. What does the character miss the most from earth?

C) Turns into an animal. What animal does the character turn into?

D) Has magical powers! What powers does the character have?

E) Creates a Tumblr account. What does the character like to post?

F) Is in the orchestra! What instruments does the character play?

G) Spends time in the theme park! What attractions does the character play?

H) Lives somewhere outside the UK. Which country/city/place does the character live in?

I) Bodyswaps with another character. With whom does the character swap with?

J) Signs up for an RPG. What is the character’s username?

K) Signs up for an RPG. The character can be a rogue, a warrior, a mage, a trickster, an archer, and a priest/healer. What class does the character choose?

L) Lives in modern times. What phone does the character use?

M) Has elemental powers (for example fire and water), Which element does the character control?

N) Is in a restaurant/bakery/coffee shop AU. What does the character do?

O) Is in a hospital/medical AU. What does the character do?

P) Goes to Hogwarts and is currently wearing the Sorting Hat! Which house does the character get?

Q) Is a serial killer in the modern world. What weapon does the character use?

R) Is suddenly the most famous person in the world. What is the character famous for?

S) Is forced to have a date for a prom. Who will the character ask to fake date?

T) Is in the Olympics sports AU. What sports does the character play?

U) Is a solo traveler. What things does the character always bring with him/her?

V) Lives in a parallel universe where London is peaceful and doesn't have social gaps. What does the character do in such a peaceful world?

W) Is born from a Greek god/goddess. Who are the character’s parents and does the character have any powers?

X) Is a mythological creature. What creature does the character live as?

Y) Is created as a droid. What does the character programmed to do?

Z) Is a YouTuber. What kind of videos does the character upload?

#yuumori au asks #yuumori asks #ask game #yuumori #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #have fun!

[exoticalmonde]

I've seen one (1) Shenpai video of her playing Baldur's Gate 3, alongside creating a character with @notanegrill for his second play (first play didn't work out so well) and I am already in love with Astarion.

I'm an Astarion enjoyer and damn it not again with the white hair and pointy eared guys who can charm my shoes off in ten or less words. He sees us as food that should not be as attractive but he is a little babo shnookums and he is such a pathetic little thing that I can't help it. He can't say 'CAN I HAVE JUST A LITTLE TASTE' with those tired watery eyes and not expect me to cave in like a caprisun you sucked the air from.

All to the reluctant acceptance of some.

And the support of others.

Can't wait to dream about him.

On the flip side of the 'See mode' tab,

Speaking of dreams we got a real handsome boy this time around and they're so adorable!! I think we named him Asher and he's a Bard, which V didn't expect would matter too much until he realized that being a Wizard was easier to study that alien technology/language while trying to save that other woman. Wow names will be so hard starting from now.

I didn't save any screenshots of his final looks but maybe V will be able to provide eventually. Until then, have some of our conversations during the 2 hour long character creation.

---

V: *Reconsidering his Invitation to have me watch his stream and help make a character while I force him to check every class and read their traits so he could learn*

Me: *Waxing about the traits of Elves/Drow/Half-elves being the same which leaves him with aesthetics to work with.*

V: *Checking out the male and female body types of them in silent appreciation.*

---

Me: *Having hoped he'd show me the genital options because I saw way too many memes and was curious.*

V: *Doesn't even take their clothes off other than to show female dragonborn have cake*

Me: "Fighter is... Well... The most generic role, I guess, around the Archer/Ranger class"

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V: *Sincerely* "I don't want to be a cutie patootie."

---

V: "Imagine, someone made a human fighter in this game."

Me: "That's like asking for bread with salt."

---

V: "Mmmm... I don't think I like the Monk class very much."

Me: "Surprising, considering you're such a monk-ey. Ahaha- Haha-" *Noticing V stopped moving the mouse around* "V, no, V, don't hang up! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... don't hang up, please!"

---

V: "Are these *points at purple* the shades of a Drow?"

Me: "Generally yeah, I think?" *Surprised I see the 'general' skin shades are also going into normal human skintones*

V: "What if I- OH! NO!"

Me: *Guffawing at snow white princess drow*

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V: *Clicking through every imaginable hairstyle top to bottom* "This is the first game where changing the hairstyle actually makes the character look different."

Me: *Watching Asher go from pig tails to balding head* "Yeah, yeah, it's like it's a different person every time you click on one."

Both of us: *Silently admiring two hair styles, one of which is very ME and the other being very HIS type*

---

V: "How about we make the Guardian your style now!?"

Me:

---

I don't know if she's meant to have a name but she is so pretty, I think we ended up making her a Wood Elf so we played along with the forest aesthetic.

I love her.

Also this is the Shenpai video. I forgot Im a fan of her content because it's so fun to watch and the reactions are 1 to 1 with what I would have done. Love the content, the creator, actually the bestest experience of actual gameplay.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #asterion #Im such a simp now #Thanks Shenpai #shenpai #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate spoilers #Baldur's Gate character design #goodest friend #friendship banter #Friendship memes #Just jokes in general #dnd #I taught him some stuff I hope #Annoying FMA radio friend #Youtube

[critical-quoter]

September Books

(We're just going to continue this set up of my books read. It's so much easier and I'm so lazy.)

Read Me - Lauren Connolly ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Ex I'd Love to Hate - Nadia Lee ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Distance - Luna Mason ⭐⭐⭐ Detonate - Luna Mason ⭐⭐ The Court the Fae Forgot - Eden Beck ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Heir the Fae Forgot - Eden Beck ⭐⭐ Psycho Shifters - Jasmine Mas ⭐⭐⭐ The Viridian Priestess - Katarina Calandra ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Ruin and Roses - Deanna Ortega ⭐⭐ Burn for Jack - Aiden Pierce ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Nora's Kraken - Leigh Miller ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Never King - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Dark One - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Their Vicious Darling - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Fae Princes - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Brightest Light of Sunshine - Lisina Coney ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Finding You - Lena Hendrix ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Book of G - Lily Archer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ River of Shadows - Karina Halle ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Crown of Crimson - Karina Halle ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Disgrace - Brittainy C. Cherry ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ City of Thorns - C. N. Crawford ⭐⭐⭐ The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue - V. E. Schwab ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Thieves and Monsters - Clio Evans ⭐⭐⭐ No Saint - Ria Wilde ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Furbidden Attraction - R. O'Leary ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Between Commitment and Betrayal - Shain Rose ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Cold-Hearted King - L. M. Dalgleish ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Shattered Vows - Shain Rose ⭐⭐⭐ Power of Five - Alex Lidell ⭐⭐ The Unwanted Marriage - Catharina Maura ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Irreplaceable - Jenna Hartley ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Captive of Wolves - Eva Chase ⭐⭐ The Darkest Note - Nelia Alarcon ⭐ Rouge - Greer Rivers ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Divine Rivals - Rebecca Ross ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ My True Love - Melissa Foster ⭐⭐⭐⭐ You Only Love Once - Emily James ⭐ Captured - Rosa Lee ⭐ Contempt - A. Zavarelli ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Nights of Iron and Ink - Shannon Durey ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Contractually Yours - Nadia Lee ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Long Live - V. B. Lacey ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Owned by the Italian Mafia Don - Rosalie Rose ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Fifth Avenue Fling - Rosa Lucas ⭐⭐⭐ When She Falls - Gabrielle Sands ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Luck - Daisy Allen ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Limits - Susie Tate ⭐⭐⭐ Inevitable - Kelly Kelsey ⭐⭐ Loner - Harloe Rae ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Taste of Revenge - Veronica Lancet ⭐⭐⭐ The Foiled Plan - Veronica Lancet ⭐⭐⭐ Nomad's Bride - Rachel Cade ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Forever After All - Catharina Maura ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Devil's Bargain - Carin Hart ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Dirty Truths - Brittanee Nicole ��⭐⭐⭐⭐ Extra Dirty - Brittanee Nicole ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ An Inconvenient Marriage - A. K. MacBride ⭐⭐⭐ Unperfect - Susie Tate ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Unworthy - Susie Tate ⭐⭐⭐ And Then Came You - M. L. Broome ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Flawless - Elsie Silver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Heartless - Elsie Silver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Powerless - Elsie Silver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Wicked Beautiful Lies - L. A. Ferro ⭐⭐⭐ Fractured Freedom - Shain Rose ⭐⭐⭐⭐

66 total books read for September 2023

#book #books #booklr #book lover #book quotes #reading #quote #lit #literature #novel #september reads #september 2023

[delugguk]

Is there any book you’re currently reading?

It's been so long since I don't read a book but lately, wellㅡone day, I read this one particular paragraph that got me instantly invested so now, I'm basically just starting this one book called Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover.

read along with me anon!! - if you haven't read it already, of course. lol

here's the description to make it easier for you (just in case you, or anybody else reading doesn't know what's about) ♡:

"When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.

Never ask about the past. Don’t expect a future.

They think they can handle it, but realize almost immediately they can’t handle it at all.

Hearts get infiltrated. Promises get broken. Rules get shattered. Love gets ugly."

doesn't it sound good? *v*

#ask #anon~ #I don't promise not to get inspired and maybe write something about this though- #because I tend to get lots of ideas when I read sometimes. #if one thing let to another.. #I might get inspired with this (// ° \\)

[acepolh]

Gryphon kingdom two crowns wiki

👑 BRAND-NEW CAMPAIGN MODE: Built upon the classic micro strategy that made Kingdom successful, monarchs can now build lasting kingdoms in a multi-stage campaign to stop the assault of the Greed for good. So be brave, great monarchs, for in the end Two Crowns shall reign stronger than one! Revisit and revitalize your kingdom in its entirety as you move onward through the campaign.īut you don’t have to rule alone! Introducing a cooperative play experience that is totally unique to Kingdom Two Crowns, monarchs can now choose between a classic solo experience or seek the assistance of a friend, working together locally or online, dropping in or out at will.Ī challenge awaits all who seek it here, whether you are a first-time ruler or a longtime fan. Explore fresh environments to discover new mounts and secrets hidden in the deep. Recruit new unit types and develop advanced technologies to bolster your defenses. Introducing the brand-new campaign mode, monarchs must now work to build a kingdom that stands over time until finding a way to defeat the Greed for good. Kingdom Two Crowns builds upon the challenging micro strategy experience with an evolution of the celebrated franchise. Hundreds of thousands of players across the world explored, recruited loyal subjects, and defended nightly against the persistent threat of the Greed – but they did so in isolation, and as with all things in Kingdom, nothing lasts… until now. The notification of the crown stealer spawn was changed.In the award-winning Kingdom series, players took on the role of a monarch struggling to build their kingdom up from nothing.The crown stealer speed was adjusted, so that they stay with the pack of greed instead of running ahead.If you're riding a lizard, you can combine its fire ability with the wall exploit and not be dependent on an army. If they are on a breeder that has been set on fire, the fire will spread to the crown stealer, thus damaging and/or killing both. Launch fire at them with some catapults fire barrels. So try not to skip wall segments, since they have to jump every single one.Ĭrown stealers are vulnerable to fire. The leaper's jump there is slow enough for the ruler to hopefully attract the attention of a soldier. If caught on your own with one, you can hide behind a wall and alternate with going in front and behind it. You will notice, if you have 2 pikemen, that the first one will stay horizontal with the spear to stab greedlings and the other one will stay diagonal/vertical with the spear to stab crown stealers. Pikemen can also easily kill them behind a wall. During the leaping animation, the crown stealer takes a short time recover at the end, if you have more than two Knights/Samurai/Ronin/Squires they should be able to kill it before it continues. A way to lure them is to make them run into the base, where archers and knights can more easily hit them and deliver a killing blow. Do not run too far backwards to avoid having to deal with two of them at the same time.Ĭrown stealers don't have much health, but they are so fast that archers can hardly hit them while they are running. On the regular nocturnal waves (not on Blood Moons or counterattack waves), if there are still active portals on both sides of the base, crown stealers can come from both sides. Stay inside of your walls when you hear it, because they can arrive very quickly after the sound is heard. When one of them come from a portal, there is a creaky sound that can be heard anywhere on the island. When the pattern is complete, crown stealers will take part in the waves. If you look to the sky you'll find clarity in your v Gordon Van Dyke.Īll along the campaign, some stars appear in the sky, slowly forming a constellation with the shape of a crown stealer.

#Gryphon kingdom two crowns wiki

[thecookiefoster]

Um... Thanks for the advice... I made a 12 ft by 12 ft area for the animals that the Red Velvet and Wind Archer were adopting...

But it seems that other cookies noticed I made the area quite spacious, because... Well... A Black Raisin, A Fig and A Cotton Cookie eventually came up to visit/use the area too... At least it seems civil so far...? I quite like being around them at least... The Cookiemals seem to like the additional animals too...

I recently also have set aside a different space for plants too for Wind Archer... And it seems a Herb Cookie also occasionally visits because of it... I don't think I ever remember having so many cookies attracted to things...

I don't know if the cookies that regularly visit are strays or anything... But at least they seem nice...

Aww, looks like you're getting popular! ^v^

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #cookie asks

[bakersstreetirregulars]

Guide to Fragrant Lotus Paradise- Part 1

🥭 Hello, everyone! I’m Mango Cookie, and I’ll be your tour guide through our new horizons of Fragrant Lotus Paradise, based on the adventures that happened while I was helping Milk and Dino-Sour Cookie during our meeting with Ananas Dragon Cookie! But before we begin, I’m sure you want to know what it takes to reach each tier, and it’s rewards:

Chocolate V: 230,000,000 (280 💎)

Chocolate IV: 240,000,000 (290 💎)

Chocolate III: 250,000,000 (300 💎)

Chocolate II: 260,000,000 (310 💎)

Chocolate I: 270,000,000 (320 💎)

Bronze V: 280,000,000 (340💎)

Bronze IV: 290,000,000 (360 💎)

Bronze III: 300,000,000 (380 💎)

Bronze II: 310,000,000 (400 💎)

Bronze I: 330,000,000 (420 💎)

Silver V: 360,000,000 (450 💎)

Silver IV: 390,000,000 (480 💎)

Silver III: 420,000,000 (510 💎)

Silver II: 450,000,000 (540 💎)

Silver I: 480,000,000 (570 💎)

Gold V: 510,000,000 (610 💎)

Gold IV: 540,000,000 (650 💎)

Gold III: 570,000,000 (690 💎)

Gold II: 600,000,000 (730 💎)

Gold I: 630,000,000 (770 💎)

Platinum V: 660,000,000 (820 💎)

Platinum IV: 700,000,000 (870 💎)

Platinum III: 740,000,000 (920 💎)

Platinum II: 790,000,000 (970 💎)

Platinum I: 830,000,000 (1,020 💎)

Emerald V: 880,000,000 (1,070 💎)

Emerald IV: 920,000,000 (1,120 💎)

Emerald III: 960,000,000 (1,170 💎)

Emerald II: 1.01 B (1,220 💎)

Emerald I: 1.05 B (1,270 💎)

Ruby V: 1.1B (1,330 💎)

Ruby IV: 1.17 B (1,390 💎)

Ruby III: 1.24 B (1,450 💎)

Ruby II: 1.32 B (1,510 💎)

Ruby I: 1.39 B (1,570 💎)

Diamond V: 1.46 B (1,640 💎, Choice of Legendary*, and Fragrant Lotus Paradise soundtrack for reaching this rank for the first time)

Diamond IV: 1.61 B (1,710 💎 and Legendary*)

Diamond III: 1.76 B (1,780 💎 and Legendary*)

Diamond II: 1.9 B (1,850 💎 and Legendary*)

Diamond I: 2.05 B (1,920 💎 and Legendary*)

Rainbow V: 2.2 B (2,000 💎 and Legendary*)

Rainbow IV: Top 70% of All Scores (2,100 💎 and Legendary*)

Rainbow III: Top 40% of All Scores (2,200💎 and Legendary*)

Rainbow II: Top 10% of All Scores (2,300 💎 and Legendary*)

Rainbow I: Top 1% of All Scores (2,500 💎 and Legendary*)

SPECIAL!: Top 30 Scores (2,500 💎, Choice of Legendary*, and “Lotus Paradise Master” Special Title)

*Your “Choice of Legendary” allows you to get one copy of one of three Legendary Cookies:

Wind Archer Cookie

Sea Fairy Cookie

Moonlight Cookie

But for now, let’s go on with the first leg of the tour!

Serene Turtle Island

Ah, yes. These serene islands are home to plenty of turtles, some of which are particularly interesting to observe, but not safe to collide with. Take a scenic boat ride towards scenic Herbville and witness magnificent wildlife such as abundant flying fish. As you can see in the third picture, you’ll collect Lotus Coins throughout your entire tour. Each one you get is worth 30 coins and adds to your score, so remember to make use of them with anything that uses coins to boost your score! They aren’t magnetic though, so make sure you run and jump to collect them all! If you have anything in your combi that can attract winged jellies, however, you’ll be able to attract them all the same!

Hearty Apothecary

Home to Bellflower Cookie and Ginseng Cookie, this apothecary is brimming with herbs and other all-natural ingredients used to create medicinal products for all kinds of ailments! As for running through it… it’s a tad on the steamy side, which makes it hard to see what’s a few steps ahead of you. Collect Fan Jellies scattered through the stage to blow away the steam for a short time and make the path ahead nice and clear! Occasionally, drawers will open ahead for you to jump on, allowing you to reach new heights. Some drawers will make Lotus Coins appear, so remember to collect them!

Wholesome Herbville

Here in Herbville, you’ll find all kinds of special herbs that grant special bonuses depending on which ones you pull up! To pull one up, just go right into a patch of grass and jump several times to completely uproot it! While you’re running in highlighted herb-picking fields, Cookie and Pet skill timers, treasure timers, and energy drain are all paused, and you can’t use any of your skills! If any skills were active when you reach the field, they’ll be paused until you leave. Each herb’s effect is as follows:

Pointunia: Grants about 2 million points

Magnethyme: Temporary magnetic aura that attracts jellies towards you

Swolegano: Temporarily become able to destroy obstacles by running into them! While this herb is active, collecting jellies makes you grow super-big!

Leapgrass: Temporarily allows you to jump super-high!

Vigoroot: All energy potions and restorative jellies replenish 1.5x more energy

There’s also one open building that you can jump into through the roof, where you can run through it and collect everything inside! Just make sure you dodge the irate occupants inside, since you’ll still take damage from collisions! Timers for Cookie and Pet skills, as well as treasures are paused, and energy will not drain while you’re in the building, but you can’t use any skills of your own, just like when you’re in the herb fields. At the end of this hidden hall, you’ll find a giant energy potion!

Unfortunately, because we can only post 10 pictures in one post, we’ll have to share the rest in later parts! Stay tuned in for when we continue on towards Hortensia Town!

#cookie run #crob #new update #cr ovenbreak #new breakout #fragrant lotus paradise #part 1

[ariana-senpai]

Top 10 Hottest Characters for September

You thought it was a real post, but it was me - Dio!

Orochimaru (Naruto)

Damn, boo, what that tongue doooo? They made some choices when animating him that I’m very glad they did.

Darknut (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess)

Hear me out: lorge. Strong. Deep voice.

Mr. Rompers (Archer)

Keep that clown mask on and you’re just begging me to take off my pants.

Olivier Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist)

She could kick the shit out of all of us and not even break a sweat.

Kefka Palazzo (Final Fantasy VI)

Crazy clown bastard. He’s an asshole just to cause chaos.

Szayel Aporro Granz (Bleach)

They made him just as much of a hoe as the Naruto people did Orochimaru. Have you seen him do his release? Sweet Jesus.

Chrollo Lucifer (Hunter x Hunter)

I find the fact that he can mimic powers weirdly hot. Plus, I mean, look at him.

Senji Kiyomasa (Deadman Wonderland)

He’s a badass that gets really shy around women. I find that stupidly attractive. (Where’s my season 2?! The second half of the manga is incredible!)

Count Lucio (The Arcana)

Here comes another well dressed Dramatic Bitch. It’s a type that I fall for so easily.

Vekel the Man (TES V: Skyrim)

He’s pretty charming, and also in base game with no mods still good looking. He knows Secrets and I like that. The only gif of him is one where he’s sweeping so... idk, here’s this.

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[lisinfleur]

A Thousand Words

The request:

Author’s Notes | It took me too long, I know, but I hope you like the final result!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Nomad Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @nyx-daughterofchaos98​ for 5CW7 and posted as later work.

Words | 1416

⁑ Warnings: None

Her fingers were touching everything she could reach; her eyes looking, observing, scanning everything she could touch before she could place the objects back on their original places and go to the next piece of her interest, leaving everything untouched, organized, as if she had never passed through that place. Factual proof of the story she told when he brought her into his hall.

"I'm a wanderer. A learner. I come to know, to understand, to learn, and to teach if someone wants to learn from me. I tell stories in exchange for stories, tales for tales, words for words. I fight the ones who fight me first. I kill the ones who tried to kill me first."

His men had started that fight, he was convinced.

But Ivar never saw someone dealing with so many of his men before. Of course, he had among his armies, tons of shieldmaidens that could face dozens of men at the same time as she did, but not unarmed as she was. Not using nothing but her bare hands to disarm and disable those men as if they weren't the same warriors who faced so many battles alongside him. As if they weren't the ones holding swords, shields, axes against her.

She was something more. A goddess maybe? She didn't claim to be one. Instead, she claimed to believe in many, disbelief many... A learner, she said.

"What brought you into my lands?" Ivar asked from his throne, kinda annoyed that she didn't interrupt her observation of the runes sculpted in his hall's pillars to look at him while answering his question.

Satisfied that she wasn't denying him any answers at all.

"Knowledge," she answered quickly, sliding her fingers through the pillar, feeling the runes. "Your gods... I don't know them. I know Budha, Rá, Hécate. Cernunnos, Christ, Zeus. I know Amaterasu and Oxalá. Ogum and Apolo. I know many gods. But I don't know yours yet."

Her eyes continued to slide through the runes along with her fingers.

"The names you say... Few of them are familiar to me. Who's Osalah? What is Ohgaum? What are those gods you claim to know?" Ivar asked, wrongly speaking the names, attracting her attention for a single moment, a glance before she started looking at the runes once again.

"Oxalá. Obatalá. The Iorubá creator of humanity. King of the White Cloth, purity, the beginning of everything," she explained as if it was natural for her to speak about those unknown names Ivar never heard before. "Ogum," she corrected his pronounce once again, continuously speaking with that tone of impassibility. "The lord of war, sire of fights, owner of the iron and everything that can be done from it. Gods from lands unknown to your people just like your lands are unknown to me."

"Why don't you look at me as you speak?" he finally complained, attracting her eyes once again, heavy and at the same time, empty like the sky in the middle of a clean night.

Mysterious... Inexplicable.

"Don't you respect a king when you see one?" he insisted as her eyes lost itself from his image once again into the runes sculpted on the wooden pillar.

"Crowns are nothing. Invalid pieces of twisted metal to mark the heads of leaders I saw rise and fall like the stars in the sky and the grains of the sand in your clear beaches. You're a man, like all the others under a crown. And one day you'll fall, like all the others before you."

Those words hit Ivar's chest like an arrow straight into his chest. To be confronted with his mortality, his vulnerability spoken like something so usual, so normal, so natural... It wasn't something he was used to facing every day.

"I could order your killing. Tomorrow you would be burned and it would be the end of your journey!" Ivar's voice sounded harsh.

But her expression remained unaltered, untouched by his anger or his threats.

"Others have done it before. I live, they died. And they successors gave me what I wanted before they also fell like their precursors. The fall is the fate of everything that rises, king. If I have to die by your hands, then be it. If don't, then I'll find my way out, and I'll come back for the knowledge when you're no longer ruling over these lands."

Once again, her words hit his chest and this time, Ivar got up, using his crutch to walk towards her, finally attracting her attention towards his legs.

He was ready to make a speech about how his rule would never end, how wrong she was about him, but her eyes fixedly looking at his legs infuriated him more than her impassibility in front of his threats.

"What? Something you never saw, wise one?" he mocked, looking at her with contempt.

But she lowered herself ignoring his glare or the emotions in his eyes, observing the braces in his legs the same way she was observing the pillar before.

"A beautiful work of good smithery," she said, totally disconcerting him as her fingers lifted to touch the unions and mobile parts of his braces. "Heavy metal, mobile structures to make it lighter... A magnificent way to deal with your condition, king."

Ivar was completely out of himself.

Who was that woman?

No. What was that woman?

Was she even a woman?

"Ivar," he said, looking at her. "My name is Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok. A descendant from Odin."

"Odin," she repeated, lifting herself up. "Then, you're a demigod. Many others claimed this before. I wouldn't doubt a crippled man who can walk could somehow have divine blood in his veins."

She walked away from him as his eyes followed her steps towards his table with total disbelief. She didn't refuse his claim. She didn't go against it. What was that woman after all?

She took one of his chairs and inverted it before mounting the seat, resting her face on her arms crossed over the wooden back of the chair to look straight into his eyes.

"Tell me about your ancestor. Who's Odin? And Ragnar? Are you the first human of your lineage? Tell me your answers, then, I'll answer your questions. Ask me, and I'll give you what I have. Give me what you have, and I'll leave your lands as I found. I have no intentions to destroy nor intentions to build. I don't want to conquer, nor to be conquered. A learner, I said. That's what I am. A word for a word, son of Odin."

Ivar leaned his head.

She could tell him secrets he could never have the chance to touch once again. And if she was bluffing, archers could surely put her down better than the warriors she faced, right? After all, he was a descendant from Odin! What god would be bigger than his?

"Slave!" he called, and a woman answered his call, lowering her head and receiving his words yet he didn't have stopped looking at that strange visitor in his chair. "Bring food. And mead. And prepare our visitor some good accommodations. There are tales to be told and questions to be answered, too many for a single night to hold."

Her lips curved in a smile. She would have the knowledge she came for, she could see it. Like others before him, that man in front of her was ambitious enough to give her everything for the knowledge she could hold.

"I'm Y/N," she introduced herself, knowing it would be his first answer once he had already introduced himself first. "I’m daughter of nobody, I came from nowhere, my destiny is the next step, and whatever the gods have prepared for me into it. I follow no god; I believe in all of them. I saw all lands; I belong to none of them. My home is the world, the roads, the dust. Ask, King Ivar, and you shall be answered."

Ivar pulled a chair to himself, his smile bigger on his mouth.

That woman wasn't something to be ignored. A blessing, of course. Maybe Odin itself, maybe Loki shapeshifting to mislead. Whatever she was, wasn't important.

He would want her to stay for as long as he could keep her by his side. And thank the gods his tales were as many as Yggdrasil had branches.

Luckily, he would fall before she could leave.

And Ivar wasn't planning to fall anytime soon...

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[wesenschau]

Sharp Arrows of the Mighty, with Coals of Juniper

Psalm 18 (17 LXX) (same prayer as found in 2 Samuel 22) is a beautiful synthesis of many biblical symbols and narratives, drawing and connecting them into the grand arc of God’s sustenance of the world through man. I am going to particularly focus on verses 7-16, but even just focusing on 9 verses there are countless concepts that go over my head, and I would love to hear what others learn from this poetic prayer. In Ps. 18:7-16 (2 Sam. 22:8-17) we find a synthesis of the 120th Psalm (119 LXX), Noah, the story of Jonah (particularly ch. 4), 1 Kg. 19, Is. 6, etc. Before we can establish the connecting point in this array of passages, we need to establish the sacramentality of the symbols present.

In the 120th Psalm we hear the cry of a mourning precant: 

In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me. Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue? Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.

The calling of Isaiah in Isaiah 6 uses language very reminiscent of this Psalm --  “Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lip” (Is. 6:5). In both the Psalm and in verse 6 of the Prophet’s account we are given a solution to this false tongue / unclean lip: 

Sharp arrows of the mighty with coals of Juniper / Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar: And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged. 

To the Orthodox Christian these passages are evidently eucharistic -- the passage in Isaiah is referenced by the priest in the liturgy in reference to the eucharist, saying “Behold, this has touched our lips! This has washed away our iniquities!”. Further evidence for a eucharistic reading here can be seen in a holistic structure of Isaiah, with the calling of the prophet being a foreshadowing of what will happen to Israel/the world as a whole. What happens to Israel/the world as a whole? We see God’s holy mountain established in Isaiah 25:6 for all people. It is on this holy Mount that the LORD establishes a feast of wines, and He destroys the veil that is spread over all people. It is this mountain that draws the nations in, causing them to beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks (Is. 2:4) (note the eucharistic aspect of ploughshares [grain/bread] and pruning-hooks [grape/wine]). We are also told in Isaiah 66:20 that gentiles will bring a offering (minchah) unto the LORD. Minchah is the name of the tribute offering in Lev. 2 and Num. 15 and involves bread/wine (Note how in the old covenant nobody drinks the wine in the offering, but in the new covenant we must partake in the bread and wine / the body and blood of Christ). 

In Is. 6:4 we read of door posts moving/shaking at the voice of God and smoke filling the atmosphere. We find very similar language in Ps. 18:7-8.                  Sg. 5 (v. 2) describes something similar to Is. 6 (v. 4) where the bridegroom knocks on the door, and the bride reaches out to answer with her fingers dripping in myrrh (myrrh as a symbol of death/burial). The love between the Bride and the Bridegroom is what draws the bride out of her chamber to seek for her bridegroom, resulting in her unveiling by the watchmen. What is this attractive love which draws the bride out other than the flame of YAH /  שַׁלְהֶ֥בֶתְיָֽה /  šal·he·ḇeṯ·yāh (sg. 8:6) -- the same flame of the eucharist. This same flame burned the coal that purged Isaiah’s iniquities -- the same flame that fans the rough wind in the day of the east wind by which the iniquity of Jacob be purged in Isaiah 27:8-9. 

The same phrase for east wind is used in Jonah 4, describing a fierce, hot climate and is also used in Exodus 14 describing the baptism/passage of Israel from the old world into the new through the red sea. This reveals a deeper connection between the sacrament of baptism, wind, coals, fire and the eucharist. Jonah, having served in the courts of Jeroboam II knew of the wicked state of Israel -- and given Jonah’s obvious knowledge of the song of Moses he would have known idolatry and wickedness would lead God to make Israel jealous with the gentiles (Deuteronomy 32:21). This explains the mourning of the righteous and Holy Prophet under the (gourd?) plant in Jonah 4, which is reminiscent of the mourning of Moses over Israel in Exodus 32:30-34 and Numbers 11:12-15. The plant withered and the fiery wind of God raged, revealing the foundations of the world (Ps 18:15), the same wind which the Lord flies upon, bringing coals of fire and thick clouds of dark water (Ps. 18:8-11). The hebrew name Jonah, means dove and calls us back to the waters of Noah and the wind (Gen. 8:1) that caused the waters of the flood to subside, bringing Noah and the ark out of the deulge and exalting them to the Holy Mount with the help of the dove. All of these connections go to bring these different symbols and stories together sacramentally, ultimately culminating in the life and work of Christ. 

[Note that Holy baptism is the ecclesial and personal recapitulation/participation in the sign of Jonah (Mt. 12:38-41), which is, on one hand the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ; but is also the procession of the divine presence to the gentiles and the whole earth with it’s ultimate reversion to the Holy Mount Zion in Is. 66.]

 The special plant under which the Prophet prayed calls us back to the Juniper tree in 1 Kg. 19.

There are few times that Juniper trees are mentioned in scripture. Only one of these times (other than Psalm 120) are coals mentioned in the same context. 1 Kings 19, where right after speaking judgement upon Israel and demonstrating the power of God over false prophets (note connection to prophecies in Is. 1-5 and the story of Jonah) Elijah, declaring himself the only one left is called by the Angel of the LORD to anoint a threefold sword (Hazael, Jehu and Elisha) to whittle Israel down -- just as Isaiah’s prophetic calling was to make their ears heavy and shut their eyes, whittling Israel down to the one truly righteous intercessor: Christ (Note connection between Isaiah 6:8-13 and 1 Kg. 22:19-23) (also note the threefold whittling of Israel in Ezekiel 5 and the sacramental language of fire/famine/eating sword/arrow and wind/fury). Before Isaiah could participate in this calling he had to partake of the divine coal given to him by the seraph. In a similar manner: before Elijah could continue in his prophetic calling he had to eat of the Holy bread (which was cooked on coals -- interesting detail to include in the passage if there is no real significance to it) and drink the Holy water which sustained him for 40 days and nights. In Matthew 4:4, after Christ’s 40 days and nights in the wilderness, He refused demonic temptation, quoting Deuteronomy 8:3, saying: “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God”. As we know from John 1, Christ is *THE* Word of God and as such it is only through Christ and through our assimilation into the divine Word that we can live, as anything outside of God’s mind is an infinite step towards non-existence (interesting to note the theme of 40 days and food throughout the scripture. See how Moses lived purely by the Word of God for 40 days [Exodus 34:28] and how after 40 days of wandering the scout of Numbers 13 returned to the camp bearing ripe fruits [vv. 21-25] as a symbol of Israel entering the promised land after 40 years of wandering). This means that, just like the manna which fed Israel for 40 years (exodus 16:35), what Elijah was given was not just bread and water but a divine foreshadowing of the true bread and the true drink, which is the body and blood of Christ (John 6). 

We can see in Isaiah 27:1 the mighty sword that slays the leviathan; and we have the sharp arrows of the mighty (Ps. 120:4) which are used alongside the coals of juniper to deal with false tongues (note how the Hebrew root for “arrow”/ “archer” / “ חָצַץ” [Strong’s 2686] literally means “to divide”. It is related phonetically to the words qatsir [harvest] and qatsar [to reap, cut down]). What are arrows of the mighty other than children of the youth (Ps. 127:4) who have been born into the spirit in baptism (John 3, 1 Peter 1, Romans 6), who have become as little children (Mt. 18:3) desiring the sincere milk of the word (1 Pt. 2:3). Just as Christ, the only begotten Son of the Father is *the* chosen arrow of God (Is. 49:2), we are made sons and arrows of God by grace (1 Jn. 3:1). These arrows are scattered (Ps. 18:14) and fill everything (Eph. 1:23) for we, the Church, are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish: To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life, (2 Cor. 2:15-17). 

[Side Note: Seraphim Hamilton, in his video on Michael Gorman’s Inhabiting The Cruciform God, explains that Christ was sent by the Father as the Word that shall not return void (Is. 55:11). I find Seraphim’s use of the language of arrows particularly interesting, as he explains that Christ’s work in the incarnation was to descend to and assume every aspect of creation into himself, in order that every arrow within every aspect of creation may point towards God through participation in the Logos. Contrast this to the wicked woman in Sirach 26 who will open her mouth as a thirsty traveller when he hath found a fountain, and drink of every water near her, by every hedge will she sit down, and open her quiver against every arrow. (v. 12). This calls back to the serpent in Genesis 3 who is cursed to eat dust (dust meaning dead men [think: ...to dust ye shall return... ]). Similar to Sir. 26:12 is the description of the whore of Babylon in Rev. 17 who is drunken with the blood of the saints, the blood of the martyrs of Jesus Christ. Eating/drinking something is the most basic means of assimilating something into your being -- this is why the eucharist is the heart of the divine liturgy, it is how we are assimilated into Christ’s very being. This also explains the texts about Ezekiel and John eating the scrolls, and why Christ spits the lukewarm church in Laodicea out of His mouth in Rev. 3:16.]

Sword and flame are the two sacrificial items/tools throughout all of scripture. This starts in Genesis 3:24 where, in order to regain access to Paradise, man must ascend through the fiery sword of the Cherubim. This explains the Levitical dividing and burning of the sacrifices. This is ultimately fulfilled universally in Christ’s total sacrifice on the cross and our sacramental recapitulation/participation in that, through the sword and fire of Holy Baptism + Chrismation and the Holy Eucharist. Christ came to bring a sword, (Mt. 10:34) that he may set fire on the earth (Lk. 12:49) and once and for all fulfill the passing through sword and flame for Man. In giving your enemy bread to eat and water to drink you heap coals of fire upon his head and the LORD shall reward thee (Prov. 25:21-22).

Let us recall the establishment of the marriage supper of Mount Zion in Isaiah 66. How is this eucharistic table on Mount Zion established? Isaiah 66:16 has the answer:

For by fire and by his sword will the Lord plead with all flesh: and the slain of the Lord shall be many.

The solution, therefore, to the Davidic cry of Psalm 120 is the sacramental and ecclesial participation in the victory of Christ over death, who sent from above, draws us out of many waters (Ps. 18:16).

We see in the story of Noah God rained upon the earth and this acted both as a curse to the wicked and a blessing to those in the ark. The possibility to reject the Christ is always present and is something we must always guard ourselves against -- lest we be divided and slain like the leviathan or burned like Nadab and Abihu in Lev. 10 -- lest the coals of fire hail (Ps. 18:13) upon us like Sodom and Gomorrah. There is huge significance that can be drawn between this, 1 Cor. 11:23-30; Hebrews 9 and Lev. 16, but that is for another time and is a much broader, and more important, topic.

[iironwreath]

writing is hard rn so I’m using this as a means to flesh out some ocs or answer questions I haven’t previously thought about, starting with iona!! 

1) How easy is it to make them angry? Do they show their anger or hide it?

iona’s decently chill. there are certain things she’s v passionate about that will get her riled up more easily, but on the whole she values patience and not giving too much a reaction. she’s gotta keep a level head in combat and danger when people’s lives are in her hands. if she’s angry, she either tries to mask it or gets firm and strict b/c on some level she’s used to being in charge of soldiers

2) Do they believe in soulmates?

not really. she’s a romantic at heart but not THAT much of a romantic. she understands & appreciates that a lot of good things involve work and dedication, and she prefers that

3) Do they have any pet peeves?

no manners, when people start trouble for the sake of it, impracticality, when strangers grab her, when people are late

4) Do they have a happy place? Somewhere they go to in their heads when they need to relax?

any warm body of water with a book and some quiet to collect her thoughts. she’s very much a “sing & dance while nobody’s looking” kind of person--both of which she does when she thinks she’s alone to unwind 

5) At what stage of their life were they the happiest?

she’s probably unhappier now than she’s ever been on account of her younger sis being ill & unapproved & feeling stuck in the system & unable to make a change. her happiest moment was probably when she first got into the emerald archers and feeling rewarded for all her hard work. ignorance is bliss, right?

6) At what stage of their life were they the least happy?

see above

7) At a bar/tavern/pub are they more likely to buy someone a drink, or have someone buy them a drink?

have someone buy her a drink, lmao. iona is a pretty girl who’s usually minding her own business or almost always in “work” mode. and she HAS had people buy her drinks. if she’s not expecting it--which she usually isn’t--she gets embarrassed & goes red & tries to turn it down  

8) Have they ever broken any bones? If yes, how?

I love the idea that she broke some fingers before she was a soldier, like some asshole in the city of starlight crushed them in a door and she hasn’t broken anything since despite her age and occupation 

9) Do they have any memories/experiences they’d rather forget?

she would love to forget the time some faerie dragons trapped her inside a hollow tree when she was a kid. she’d also love to forget the time she was distracted & fell down the stairs at lady theotae’s mansion

10) What is their favourite memory from their childhood?

anytime she spent in the feywild when it wasn’t trolling her. it’s a beautiful place, & her hometown where her dad lives especially so. she’s had really lovely moments sitting out on the lake at the bottom of the waterfall w her feet in the water and sailing on little two-people boats. one time her older sister took her behind the waterfall as a dolphin and they sat inside and looked at mushrooms

11) Do they have a “type” that they are usually attracted to?

iona gravitates towards women who are tough and self-assured, but also more out-going and sociable than she is. she doesn’t like pushovers

12) Do they have any favourite possessions?

her bow, analemma, since it was a gift from her dad, and any fancy teacups/pots she’s splurged on

13) Do they have any tattoos? If no, would they ever consider getting one?

she has autumn leaves going diagonally from her left shoulder to just past her spine, and on her lower back is a rose stabbed through with a dagger with some filigree framing it. she’s probably considered more, maybe some thin lines that are vine-like somewhere, but she hasn’t made the time for it yet

14) Do they have any piercings? If no, would they consider getting any?

her ear lobes are pierced, and her belly button as well, though I haven’t drawn it yet since that was a recent decision

15) What is their dream house like?

she kind of already lives in her dream house tbh LMAO, that being lady theotae’s mansion. she might like something more modest but on the whole she likes the atmosphere, having the space, the decor, the garden, all the while never having to worry about being completely alone. she’s developed a bit of a taste for some aspects of high society

16) What is something about them that people would not expect just by looking at them?

that she’s relatively easy to win over even it seems like she has a stick up the butt? I’m not sure. I think her penchant for frivolous things catches people off-guard sometimes 

17) How good are they at choosing gifts for others?

pretty decent. it’s not one of her love languages, but she’s pretty judicious about most things, and she uses her journal for noting what people like

18) Do they have a certain skill that they’re particularly proud of?

her skill with a bow--the emerald archers are an elite guard and she trained hard to be as good as she is!! plus her finesse/calm in combat in general

19) How would a stranger they just met describe them?

depends on where the stranger is from, but anyone outside of syngorn might describe her as “elegant but stiffly conventional”

20) How would a close friend they’ve known for a long time describe them?

hard-working, stubborn, focused, determined but too self-doubting. “she has goals in mind but isn’t sure how to achieve them”

21) Do they have any personal insecurities?

yes. she might think at her core that she’s not good enough for lady theotae. she’s also semi-aware that it doesn’t take much for her to be out of her social element? throw her a curve ball and she’s like “uhmm hate"

22) What is their highest physical stat and their highest non-physical stat?

her highest physical stat is her dex at a 20 and her highest mental stat is her intelligence at 14

23) How would they react to finding out someone lied to them, even if it was for their own safety/well-being?

she’d dislike it, b/c she’d argue that knowledge is power and they can act on that, but if it was for her safety she’d accept it

24) Do they prefer cold weather or warm weather?

warm weather. she’s from a region fairly south and full of evergreens, so she’s not built for colder weather

25) How easy is it for them to say “I love you”?

she’s tsundere as fuck, so difficult to anyone that isn’t her immediate family or closest friends

26) How easy is it for them to tell someone about their worries?

also incredibly difficult. iona is like “I’m tough!! I like to eat rocks!!” and doesn’t like to show insecurities or doubts, so she writes down a lot of her worries in a journal

27) Have they ever witnessed someone die? 

yep. she’s also killed plenty of people

28) Are they ticklish?

yes, her sides and feet. her sisters try to abuse this, but she’ll kick or elbow you

29) How high/low is their pain tolerance?

pretty high! she’s got that con save, a decent hit point pool, and one of her abilities gives her temp hp and another heals her. she hates showing pain, so she tries to tough it out 

30) Is there something they secretly wish they could do but are too afraid to? 

confess to her love interest unu and also yell (and by yell I mean talk sternly) at the high warden

31) Are they a messy eater or a neat eater?

incredibly neat. she knows what each fork and spoon is for and everything! she doesn’t need much to get by but she’s absorbed the knowledge by living in a noble house for the last ~50 years. she also has prestidigitation to clean up after, which she makes use of

32) What moment of their life made them feel most unloved?

probably when she first started working for the verdant guard? I imagine the training was pretty rigorous and she’d spent the last ~90 years of her life having it relatively easy. alternatively when her friend left the emerald archers and syngorn altogether, she felt pretty betrayed then

33) What moment of their life made them feel most loved?

when her dad gifted her her longbow & when lady theotae showed up and helped escort her family out of feywild!syngorn when they were given trouble by the guards for having an unapproved child with them

34) Which of the senses would they hate to lose the most? 

vision, probably? she relies on her ~elf eyes~ to shoot stuff down. w/o it, she wouldn’t be able to do her job anymore

35) Are they goo dat small talk?

she can manage, but she doesn’t love it and she’s out of practise, and that much is probably clear, all the while she knows it’s clear and is beating herself up over it

36) If they could ask anyone one question and get the absolute truth, who and what would they ask?

I feel like it might be a question for a god? like hey, is there a cure for orla and where can I find it? 

37) If they had the chance, would they prefer to travel to the past or the future?

the past? but only the last 20ish years to have a poke around and see what might’ve been responsible for her sister’s illness, otherwise she’s good where she is. time works differently for elves, they’ve got plenty of it so if she feels she’s missed a window, she knows she can usually just try again later or knows another opportunity will arise?

38) Who had the biggest impact on their life, both positive and negative?

her baby sis. helping with her delivery and watching the fallout really radicalized her. she’d also been the younger sister for like 230 years, so it was an opportunity to be the cool older sister and she jumped on it. it’s softened her up in a lot of ways

39) Would they rather live life always surrounded by people, or always alone?  

even though she values her privacy and being left alone, she’d hate to actually BE alone. enjoying solitude and being forced into it are two different things, so she’d prefer people around her

40) Is there anyone or anything that immediately instills fear in them?

iona’s got nerves of steel but it terrifies her that one day she’ll wake up and her sis has died and she wasn’t there for it 

#questions and answers #iona #it's long under the cut #not writing

[clarrissathen]

Week 4: Is blogging still relevant in the age of TikToks and Instagram?

In today's world of TikToks and Instagram, is blogging even relevant? Before the deliberation, let's understand the fundamentals.

 Social networking services (SNS)

Xu et al. define SNS as an online service that allows users to create and share personal profiles, explore, interact with, and establish connections through personal networks within the bonded system (2014, p. 240).

 Blogging

Pettigrew, Archer, and Harrigan described blogging as an informative website that displays content in reverse chronological order, with the most recent post at the top (2016, p. 1026).

 Initially architectural for plan posting, photo sharing, and check-in on the Burbn app, then deconstructing to central its commenting, "like," and photo function, based on the computational IOS structure, the renowned Instagram was launched in 2010, receiving 25,000 users on the first day (Gillespie 2010, p. 349; Blystone 2020). Ultimately computational with the Andriod operating system in 2012 and bought over by Facebook (Blystone 2020). Instagram's continuous enhancement with attractive features, enabling users to upload media with filters, viewable posts for 24 hours known as "Instagram Stories," messaging, and more, led to one billion active users monthly in June 2018 (Blystone 2020; Statista Research Department 2021). In addition, after acquiring the competitor Musical.ly and having 200 million accounts ported over, TikToks became today's rising social media platform (D'Souza 2021). Including addictive functions to create 60 seconds videos and combine music, filters, sticker, and more, TikToks withstands approximately 65.9 million active users monthly as of 2020 in the United States (D'Souza 2021; Statista Research Department 2021). Meanwhile, in the United States, Statista Research Department (2021) estimated 31.7 million bloggers in the United States.

Based on the image, it shows the slow growth of blogging (Djuraskovic 2021). Thence, what makes SNS such as Instagram and TikToks popular?

According to Lin and Lu, studies found that people are motivated to adopt SNS because of its pleasure-oriented information system and its capability to connect with peers (2011, p. 1159). Based on the Maslow hierarchy of needs, humans desire belongingness, and SNS has built prompting interaction functions (Ghatak & Singh 2019, p. 298). For instance, on the user-generated content, the other users can react using commenting, instant messaging, reaction "like," sharing, mentioning of others, and more (Voorveld et al. 2018, p. 40). The interaction results in forming virtual communities, whereby social aggregations develop from the Internet when sufficient people participate in public debates for an extended period and enough human emotion to build personal relationships in virtual worlds (Akar & Mardikyan 2018, p. 1).

Thus, when social media is so popular, how is blogging still relevant? Although there are declines in personal "diary" blogging, blogs are read by 77% of internet users. As blogging evolves and sustains more in the knowledge-providing direction, blog posts emerge whenever individuals search for answers (Dietz 2021; Edgecomb 2016). For example, famous blogging service WordPress has dodged the blogging decline as the platform commercial towards professional bloggers instead of novice bloggers (Kopytoff 2011). Moreover, as SNS providers tend to have writing limitations, such as Instagram restricting to 2,200 characters, it is unsuitable to accommodate extended writing on topics than blogs (Zote 2021). Since the blog has comments, it also promotes a public sphere where diverse individuals gather to provide ideas and opinions and public debate on the shared information (Batorski & Hrzywinska 2018, p. 358). Additionally, blogging implies a promotional tool. According to Chang (2021), 81% of United States customers rely on blogs as a means of advice and information, showing blogs' influence on purchasing decisions.

 In conclusion, blogs remain relevant in the age of social media as the platforms serve different purposes and meet the distinctive needs of the users.

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