#but this just made sense for her character I feel

[gffa]

TALES OF THE EMPIRE wound up being a mixed bag for me, there was a lot I enjoyed but there was a lot that just felt really unfulfilled. Morgan's episodes were very pretty to look at but I couldn't help thinking--the entire time I was watching, even--that Filoni's not great at creating new characters that can carry entire episodes like this, none of this felt particularly necessary or like it was fulfilling a void that I wanted to know more about. It doesn't help that I still think her arc in live action was badly handled, that if she was meant to be a Nightsister from the beginning, her first episode should have dealt with that, instead of springing it on us later, so when filling in the background of her on Dathomir in TOTE, it brings all that up for me again.

Morgan's first episode was so pretty and it was interesting to potentially get more Dathomir lore (even if it's incredibly thin and I felt it was too close to the "we see others suffering in the galaxy, but we don't want to get our own hands dirty by fighting for other people or getting involved in helping others, btw we're morally better for that :)" trope for me personally) but everything on Corvus just felt superfluous to me and I spent time trying to figure out why I felt that way. If they had done her story this way or that way, would I have enjoyed it more? If they had included this or that, would I have thought it more necessary?

And ultimately I just kept coming back to that I don't really care about Morgan Elsbeth enough that I wanted three animated shorts dedicated to her, when I could have had so many other characters get fleshed out better. I appreciated that they were showing two characters on opposite journeys, that Morgan was falling into the dark step by step, while Barriss was slowly clawing her way out of it, but that's about all that I appreciated of Morgan's story (other than the beautiful animation).

But I'm not sure I feel like Morgan's motivations were all that well planned out. It's clear that she's looking for revenge and trying to find a new family at the same time, but it's not really clear why she's working with the Empire or how she thinks this leads her to her goals. Grievous is the one who murdered her village, how does working with the Empire (as the Separatists were folded into the Empire, too) achieve that goal? Who or what is her revenge focused on? Is it that she just wants the whole galaxy to burn, because if her village burned, so should everyone else? I feel like that's probably what they were going for, but that it could have been more coherently written.

Barriss' episodes hit a lot harder, where I'm glad that she at least got an arc, but I feel like it just missed so many marks, like why even have Vader there, I'm all for gratuitous Anakin cameos, he's my trash can man and I'm always excited to see him, but absolutely nothing was done with him, despite that he was looking Barriss right in the face there. Not even a moment of showing the audience, "Oh, his soul is so far into the dark of fear, hate, and rage that he doesn't even care about her anymore." Just nothing there, like there was no connection at all. How do you go to the lengths of putting Vader in a scene with Barriss and then treat it like there's no history between her and Anakin??? So completely unsatisfying!

And then it's another series where other guest appearances would have made sense--Barriss has a whole unfinished story with Ahsoka and you don't include her here? I'm as tired of Filoni putting Ahsoka in everything as anyone else, but here it would have made sense and would have brought that relationship full circle on-screen, Barriss' betrayal of her and her clawing her way back to the light after all the trauma and hurt, there's so much she and Ahsoka would have between them. And then nothing.

Or Barriss' relationship with Luminara, TCW never really got into how that must have felt for Luminara, to have her student betray the Jedi so profoundly, for her to fall to the dark, there's such a well of potential there and it's just entirely ignored. She mentions Luminara once and it was a lovely mention, but there's no sense of resolution or completion to that arc.

I did enjoy her story with Lyn and I try not to compare what the show wanted to do with what I wanted the show to do, but I couldn't help it. During all those scenes, all I could think was that this could have been so much more powerful and complete if it had focus on Barriss' established relationships and characters I already care about, because a new random Inquisitor is just not going to hold the same weight for me as my pre-investment in Ahsoka and Luminara. (On the other hand, with the way they butchered Luminara in the last season of TCW, maybe I dodged a bullet!)

For all that negativity, though, I really loved that Barriss found herself in being a healer again, that she found the light again. That's all I've wanted for my girl!!!! (That and put a headdress on her, ffs.) I legitimately took in a hard breath when she said, "Then you have one more Jedi to deal with." because Barriss is still working through too much to fully come back to clarity re: the Jedi at that point , but when it really came down to it, when she really saw what the dark side really was, part of her still was a Jedi. And the way she spoke of her time as a Jedi, once she had a clearer, lighter head again, was sweet, I was so surprised that we got that much from her, but I'm so glad because, if nothing else, Barriss herself deserves to be in the light again.

The way she was settled into her own skin by the time she confronted Lyn on the icy planet, the way she genuinely wanted to help her, but wouldn't let her hurt innocent children, the way she could sidestep Lyn's predictable moves and could stop the blade with just a hand held out, she found her path and what she wanted to do, and oh it was so lovely to see Barriss finding herself again. I loved so much that her unshakable compassion did reach Lyn, it was such a satisfying arc for Barriss to reach that place after all the people she'd hurt. I loved so much that Barriss getting back to this place does a lot to remind us that her foundation is a compassionate one, even if she was lost to the dark for awhile.

I just wish that there had been acknowledgement of those she hurt, the people that died because of her, the betrayal she stabbed people in the back with, rather than just "sees the dark side is bad, walks away, finds the light again", which goes back to that this feels like a generic story that's mostly impactful because I'm filling in the gaps myself because I already know Barriss as a character, rather than that it continues the story that was previously told about her.

At the end of the day, I enjoyed it and I recognize that I'm being a little unfair in how I'm saying I wanted this, this, and this, rather than digesting what the show itself wanted to do, but when you're crafting two stories that are specifically about showing us the journey of two characters that originate elsewhere, you're drawing on the stories from those other origins--except TOTE decided to only halfway do that. There's a lot to love in these shorts, the animation was incredible, the voice work was incredible, Barriss' emotional journey was incredible and I'm so thankful that they even gave her any kind of compassionate resolution. But the specter of how much the shorts ignored hangs over it too heavily for me to say that they were anywhere near what they could have been imo.

#lumi.txt #star wars #barriss offee #morgan elsbeth #meta #tales of the empire #tales of the empire spoilers

[izvmimi]

cw: angst. character death. you and izuku are married and have a young son. godparent!katsuki. katsuki has an unnamed wife.

Your son always starts a fuss when you bring him to his grandmother’s house, but for some reason, as you slowly trudge up the steps to your mother-in-law’s modest home (she’d refused to let her son move her out into your large shared home or even a much larger, more roomy domicile of her own), you find that your son is eerily quiet, as though he can sense the turmoil inside of you and is choosing to give you a much needed break. 

By the time he makes it into Inko’s arms, he’s always less fussy, but today he’s quietly looking at you, curiously, as if he’s waiting for you to break down and cry. He’s unnerving that way, gifted with practically the same emotional intuition as your sweet husband, and it doesn’t help that he has practically the same face. Inko is quick to take your behaving not-yet-toddler from you, and gives you a sympathetic look. She is not going to the funeral yet because she plans to watch your son, but she’s spent practically every night this week at Mitsuki’s house, preparing food and helping her through her tears. You’ve helped your best friend, Katsuki’s wife, grieve similarly, but now that the final moment has come to lay him to rest, you feel dread rising in the pit of your stomach. 

You should not show your face. After all, you killed Katsuki Bakugou.

After you repeat this statement again out loud to your mother-in-law, shaky hands folded in your lap as she hands you a glass of water and tries to steady your nerves, she reminds you, as all good mothers would, that it wasn’t your fault.

He’d meant to save you. You hadn’t been the one to force an unclosable hole through his chest, and if it hadn’t been you standing and vulnerable in that particular spot, it would have been someone else he’d have aimed to save. 

Perhaps that last part is true. Or perhaps, because you are one of his closest friends' treasures, he fought a little bit harder, moved a little bit quicker and a little bit more recklessly to ensure that you made it out, that you’d be the one to explain to your best friend why her husband is not coming home to dinner, rather than he have to explain to Izuku why the mother of his child is no longer of this world. It’s a moment that plays in your mind constantly ever since you first heard the sickening crunch of bone and sinew give way, the spray of your child’s godfather’s blood soaking your clean clothes.

You’d just been at the grocery store and run into each other by chance. It’s been over a decade long gag now to pretend you hate each other more than everything while acknowledging that you’ve both intertwined your lives with a person the other holds terribly dear. When you saw Katsuki you crinkled your nose, a joke akin to ‘look what the cat dragged in’ muttered in some variation by you both, before walking side by side and catching up. The four of you had dinner plans that weekend anyway and Katsuki takes the idea of godparent far too seriously for being an only child, and thus was far too interested in what you were putting in your cart.

“I read kids develop their tastes early in life and I don’t think this” - he picks up a six-pack carton of juice that was admittedly laden in sugar from your cart - “is particularly conducive to healthy development.”

“Katsuki, I didn’t ask you,” you hiss, snatching it out of his hands, then sheepishly add, “in fact, that was mine.”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Figures for all that chaotic energy you have,” he jokes. 

You had more to say to him, and then merely ten minutes later, in a flurry of explosions and debris, screams and scattered people,  you were staring straight through his chest to the other side.

“Fuck.”

Fuck? You thought. Katsuki looking at you, then looking at the gaping wound in his chest, then looking at the incapacitated villain and the destroyed supermarket, then looking back at your hands deep in his wound, pressing down at his chest desperately to stop the bleeding as best you can, tears running down your cheeks. You who so often were joined at the hip with the one he loves, who’s grown to merge their natural smile with Izuku’s over time, whose face is distorted in fear and shock and desperation to keep him alive so you don’t have to tell your best friend that you are the reason he’s no longer here to protect her.

Because he was protecting you. For his friend. For his wife. For the kid you’ve entrusted to him in case something happens to your or Izuku's child, who better not get that goddamn juice box.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

You want to scream, no it’s not, it will never be, how am I supposed to tell her-

“I forgive you. I’m not mad. Just take care of her, okay?”

Katsuki’s voice was the quietest, calmest you had ever heard it be since you’ve met him and you hate that he smiled, and you hate hate hate that Izuku would have done it for him, too. 

The shaking turns into sobs again and Inko holds your hands tightly. Your son is upstairs, too occupied with toys, again far too polite and considerate, and you wonder if he’ll remember how hard you are crying right now. If he’ll remember his father crying and holding you that terrible evening. You wonder what he’ll do when he’s old enough to know why his auntie doesn’t have a husband and why there are four people smiling in that wedding photo that hangs in your home instead of the three he knows, and who bought him nearly half of his books and toys. 

“I can’t go there,” you whisper again. 

Inko tilts her head. 

“But she needs you,” Inko murmurs. You wipe your tears with the back of your hands. Your husband, who isn’t the coward you are, is already at the funeral, working through funeral arrangements. Your throat dries up at how much he must be apologizing again, or perhaps he’s not apologizing at all, keeping his head up high and reminding everyone that Dynamight died saving someone important to him and what he did was not a mistake. 

“Kacchan is a true hero.” Izuku repeated softly into your ear, then to himself, then to you again, then to the world, then to his wife. His wife who should hate you but is too mournful to bother.

“I can’t go there,” you repeat. “I cannot look her in the eyes.”

But your best friend needs you and cried in your arms that very first night.

Inko nods.

“But she’d do it for you,” she says, softly.

She would do it for you, the same way Izuku would have done it for Katsuki. 

…

Moments later, you’re squeezing Dynamight’s widow’s hand as Izuku praises him, and you wish it hadn’t turned out this way but you’re at least fulfilling your promise.

Just take care of her, okay? 

You will, for the rest of your life.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes #cw death #cw children

[samoankpoper21]

Kento Nanami Drabble

A/N When I eventually get around to uploading my masterlist please note that the characters will ALWAYS be chubby! / plus size! reader and is a poc 🫶🏽 Anyway this is something "light" 🤣 Enjoy~!!

Word count: 967

Content warning: slight smut, slight fat shaming if you squint really, really hard, small cursing

Random drabble of how Kento Nanami adores his chubby, fiesty secretary that doesn't take shit from anyone. She will put you in your place if she feels that you have disrespected her.

The moment you were hired you reminded Kento of a fire log: you brought warmth within the office, if that made sense. He tried not to pay too much attention to you, only talking when saying "thanks" and "that'll be all" but found the task of ignoring you impossible considering that your desk sat outside his office making it convenient for you to be at his beck and call. He watched through his tinted glasses admiring your full figure as you clacked away at your computer -you're efficient he'll give you that- getting up to retrieve documents from the printer, stopping every once and in a while to talk to your coworkers with that warm smile on your face that he was slowly falling for.

What really sealed the deal for him was how you always looked out for him, taking care of him in your own way: leaving small squares of dark chocolate on his desk with a note scribbled in your neat handwriting: Not saying you look like shit but it's been proven that if you eat one dark chocolate a day it'll benefit your heart, teeth, and help you sleep better^^ try to get some rest ~^^ you look a bit tired today :-( ; always making sure that he actually stopped working to eat and rest. "Minnie," the nickname you adapted to calling him when it was just you two. "Ya need to eat something."

"Let me just finish this-"

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Uh-"

"Too long. Come on!" He inwardly shivered at the spark that zapped through him as you grabbed him by his forearm attempting to pull him out of his seat. Squeezing you joke, "Sheesh. Didn't realize how built you were." Leading him towards your desk he wondered whether you knew what effect you were having on him.

The day that really killed it for him was when you both showed up to work practically identical: you wore a white, mid length pencil skirt with a thin black belt, satin blue blouse tucked in with the first two buttons undone, and some black heels. As you were gathering the notes to lay on the conference table you giggle. "Minnie, we look like a couple." After the conference he went home early claiming to be sick. Oh the naughty thoughts that were running rampant in Nanami's mind as he fisted his aching cock in the cold shower: he wanted to hike your skirt up, squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs, rip the blouse apart making sure to bring out your breasts from the confines of your bra and pound into you on his desk as you pant his name. "Na-nami" he imagined your half lidded eyes, mouth agape as he watched your breasts bounce with each of his thrusts, his fist stroking faster, teasing and rubbing at his sensitive, tip. "Minnie, I think ima-" Nanami groaned as rope after velvety rope painted his walls. This was driving him mad. He needed to make you his asap.

Sitting at the head of the conference table with a potential client, sneaking glances your way, he watched as you typed away at your laptop, alternating between typing and writing in a notebook. He was grateful that the lights were dimmed as the company's CEO and representative were giving their presentation, lightly palming himself underneath the table.

Oblivious to Kento's internal struggle you stood directly in front of him, so close that if he were to lean forward just slightly he could sniff you. Meanwhile he was admiring how your love handles looked in the midnight blue, sleeveless blouse you were wearing and how the black pencil skirt complimented your ass. As you both were saying goodbye to the CEO he clasped his hand on Kento's shoulder saying, "Mr. Kento, I look forward to working with you. But, take it from an old geezer who's been in the game for a while now, if you want more clients you need to hire someone who's more easier on the eyes. You know what I'm saying?" Your eyebrow shot up and as you were about to defend yourself Nanami replied with, "Unsolicited advice is never welcome. You disrespecting my secretary is a direct hit towards me. I can't do business with someone who only wants to look good on the outside. Please allow the security to escort you out."

"What?! You're joking right?"

"I never joke when it comes to the well being of my employees."

"This is preposterous!"

"Security please escort he and his representative off the premises."

"You will regret not merging with us!"

"Highly unlikely."

As the scene died down you tilted your head glancing at Nanami. "You know I coulda handled it."

"Why? So you could get reported to HR and lose your job?"

"I wasn't gonna hit him." Nanami stopped to stare at you intently. "Ok maybe I wanted to shave his bushy ass eyebrows." Shaking his head he chuckled. "The shorter you are the closer you are to the devil." You lightly smacked his shoulder. "Besides I can't afford losing you."

"Awwwww why? Minnie, you make it seem like you actually like me." Stopping in his tracks he turned to looked at you. "I do. I do like you."

"You better not be playing because I swear to gawd-" Nanami pulled your body flush against his causing you to silently gasp, biting your lower lip. Leaning down to whisper against the shell of your ear, "Need more proof?" You shook your head, you could feel the dark chuckle erupting from within his chest. "Use your words baby girl."

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x chubby reader #jjk x plus size reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x plus size reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #x chubby reader #chubby! reader #chubby reader #nanami #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #jjk kento #kento smut #kento x reader #kento x y/n #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento x you #kento x chubby reader

[thewitchqueenofharrenhal]

The addition of the original character of Dyanna is only annoying in the sense that they used a smallfolk character as a tool to say “Aegon = Bad”. When the reality is a smallfolk pov being added needs to showcase why the “Monarchy = Bad”. Where is the smallfolk perspective when it involves Daemon Targaryen fucking the “youngest virgins” procured for him in brothels? Or Rhaenyra having a random servant murdered to “kill” Laenor and get to remarry as she wishes?

I wouldn’t mind the addition of Dyanna if she is there to build on the general mixed feelings the smallfolk can feel towards their ruling class which as the war continues becomes increasingly hostile as they are the ones made to pay for House Targaryen’s little family spat until the Storming of the Dragonpit but the pessimist in me thinks she’ll just be brought back to get “revenge” on Aegon by assisting in “B&C” which just seems really disgusting and vile?

I really do hope the writers don’t try to frame a r*pist threatening to r*pe a female toddler and then another male toddler being murdered in front of his innocent mother as *revenge* for Dyanna’s r*pe. It just seems like very real topics will be used gratuitously for “entertainment” instead of actually saying something *real* about the role of women under feudalism and the extremely misogynistic society that is Westeros but I really do hope I’m wrong and the writers actually give Dyanna a satisfactory storyline that doesn’t involve exploiting her character further just so the writers can say Aegon = bad, Daemon & Rhaenyra = good.

#hotd speculation

[roxxie-wolf]

𝒜 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇

Chapter 1 ⭐️ Chapter 2

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Helping Angel from getting a beating to entering a hotel and meeting someone who you will become close with.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: None

Note: I haven’t watched Hazbin Hotel in sometime. Sorry if somethings make no sense. 😭

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟤

The hotel loomed before you, its grand facade a mix of intimidation and allure. Angel's reassurance was a gentle nudge against your nerves, his familiar voice grounding you. "Don't be nervous toots, everything's gonna be fine," you felt a fraction of your anxiety ebb away.

As if on cue, the doors swung open, revealing a blonde-haired girl who stood there, her excitement palpable as she caught sight of Angel. "Oh my, Angel!" she exclaimed, her voice a melody of welcome.

Angel's introduction bridged the gap between strangers, turning the unfamiliar into the beginnings of friendship. "This is Charlie, Charlie this is Y/N," his hand on your back a silent support.

You mustered a smile, your wave shy but sincere. "Hello, it's so nice to meet you!" Charlie's enthusiasm was infectious, her handshake firm and friendly. In that simple gesture, the last of your apprehension dissolved, replaced by the warm glow of new connections being formed.

“Come on in” she gestured. You took a step forward looking at your surroundings taking in every detail. The hotel's interior was a tapestry of luxury and comfort, each detail meticulously crafted to impress and welcome. As you stepped in, the grandeur enveloped you, a stark contrast to the world you had just left behind.

Angel's enthusiasm was evident as he introduced you to the eclectic inhabitants of this grand establishment. His smile was wide, and his gestures grand as he presented you to each new face, making you feel like a celebrated guest.

"Now, there are two more you've got to meet," Angel’s voice was tinged with a mix of pride and mischief.

Angel's hand on your back was a subtle encouragement, guiding you towards the heart of the social space—the bar. There, stood a cat-like demon.

"This is Husk," Angel introduced, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Husk, this is Y/N."

Husk's greeting was brief, a simple "Hi" without looking up from his task. His focus remained on the cups he was cleaning, his movements precise and practiced. You offered a smile, an attempt to bridge the gap his gruff demeanor had created.

He seemed grumpy. You couldn't help but wonder if this was his usual manner or if the day had been particularly taxing. Either way, Husk's presence added a unique character to the ensemble of personalities that made up this new, intriguing world you were stepping into.

"Alright, you've already met Husk, and now it's time for Alastor." Angels voice reached your ears.

The anticipation built as you waited to meet the infamous Alastor, a name that seemed to carry its own legend within these walls. Husk, with his gruff exterior, had already left an impression, and you were curious to see what sort of character Alastor would be.

Descending the stairs was a deer like demon his smile was wide, disarmingly so, and it was clear he was a character of significance in this unusual place. You couldn’t help but stare at him.” Now this here is Alastor aka Freaky Face” Angel introduced. “Freaky Face meet Y/N.”

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure.” came the reply, the voice tinged with an old-time radio effect that added to his enigmatic aura. “Hello Alastor, it’s nice to meet you as well,”matching his politeness with your own genuine interest.

The introductions completed, Angel led you to his personal sanctuary within the hotel. The room was a reflection of his personality—the walls, adorned with stripes of pink and violet, set the stage for a space that was both a personal retreat and a bold statement. The mirrors were surrounded by an array of beauty products.

“Have a seat toots,”Angel patted the bed, inviting you to make yourself comfortable in this space that so clearly represented him. It was an offer of friendship, a gesture that said you were welcome in his world.

The moment was surreal, as if you had stepped into a scene from a story far grander than any you had known. Angel's sudden remembrance added another layer to the already rich tapestry of the evening.

"I forgot about Charlie's dad, come on," Angel's voice was a mix of excitement and urgency as he led you through the hotel's opulent corridors.

Descending the stairs, you saw Charlie engaged in conversation with a figure whose presence seemed to command the space around him. As you drew closer, Angel's grip on your arm was both reassuring and insistent.

Charlie's greeting was warm, her wave a friendly gesture in the midst of the grandeur that surrounded you. "Oh hey Angel, hey Y/N," her smile a beacon of welcome.

The question came from behind her, a voice rich and authoritative, "Who is Y/N?"

"Oh sorry dad, this here is our new guest, a friend of Angel's, her name is Y/N," Charlie's introduction was smooth, bridging the gap between the unknown and the familiar.

As Charlie stepped aside, the figure behind her came into view. "Y/N, meet my dad Lucifer," she said, and you found yourself face-to-face with an individual whose very aura seemed to resonate with a quiet power.

Caught in his gaze, you felt a momentary lapse, an urge to look away, yet you were held captive by the intensity of the encounter. "Hi," you managed, your wave an awkward yet earnest attempt at politeness.

"Hello there Y/N, it's nice to meet you," Lucifer's voice was smooth and gentle, a contrast to the commanding presence he projected. His greeting was an invitation, a welcome into a world that was as intriguing as it was intimidating.

——————————————

Charlie showed you to your room which was in the same corridor as Angel. The warmth of your new room was inviting, a blank canvas for you to imprint your essence upon, much like Angel had with his. As you settled into the comfort of your bed, the soft knock at the door was a gentle reminder that this hotel was alive with camaraderie and unexpected invitations.

Angel's presence at the door, casual yet full of intent, was a welcome sight. "Hey toots wanna come with me to the kitchen, I mean I barely go there but I thought maybe you were hungry," a playful tilt to his words.

Your response was immediate, "Yes! I’m starving," the hunger pangs making the decision easy. You followed Angel down the corridor, the promise of food quickening your steps.

The kitchen was a hub of delicious aromas, and Alastor, the deer-like demon you had met earlier, was the source. "You both hungry? I made some jambalaya," he announced, his tone as cheerful as the dish he was offering.

The meal had been a delightful experience, and the conversation that followed with Angel was equally enriching. As you both settled into the comfort of the sofa, the exchange of stories and laughter filled the space around you, creating a bond that was both new and promising.

The arrival of Lucifer was grand, his presence filling the room with an unspoken authority. "Hey Y/N," he called out, and you responded with a casual wave, careful not to linger too long with your gaze.

The sudden departure of Angel left you puzzled, but the reason became clear as you felt the presence behind you. Turning around, you found yourself face-to-face with Lucifer once again. "Can we talk," his voice carrying a softness that belied his imposing figure.

The request hung in the air, a gentle invitation that was hard to refuse. With a nod, you signaled your assent, curious about the conversation that awaited and the words that Lucifer wished to share.

Lucifer's question was simple, yet it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts. "So you're a friend of Angel's," his gaze intent upon you.

"Yes, I am," your voice a soft murmur. The uncertainty of his intentions wrapped around you like a shroud, making your heart race with nervous anticipation. Rather than wait for the conversation to unfold, you chose to retreat, standing up with a polite excuse before making your way to the safety of distance.

As you ascended the stairs, you could feel Lucifer's eyes on you, tracking your every move until you were out of sight. His interest in you was a mystery, even to himself. Yet, there was an undeniable pull, an allure that he couldn't quite explain. It was as if your very presence had stirred something within him, a curiosity that demanded exploration.

You made your way through the quiet corridors until you made it to Angel’s room. His greeting was soft, a contrast to the uncertainty that had driven you here. "Hey," he stepped aside to let you in. Angel's room was a sanctuary, a place where the vibrant energy of the hotel seemed to settle into a comforting rhythm.

Your question was direct, fueled by the unexpected encounter with Lucifer. "Why did you leave me alone with him?" you seek an understanding of Angel's actions.

Angel's response came with a smile, an acknowledgment of the unusual situation. "Well, it looked like he wanted to talk with ya, I think you caught his attention toots," he explained, taking a seat on his bed, inviting you to join him.

As you sat, crossing your legs, the question lingered in the air. "How could I have caught his attention, Angel?" It was a genuine wonder, how a girl like you could draw the eye of someone as formidable as the king of hell.

Angel's shrug was nonchalant, a sign that even he was at a loss. "I don't know, don't ask me," he replied, leaving the mystery unsolved. It seemed that some things, even in a place as extraordinary as this, remained enigmatic.

“But, if ya ever get kinky, let me know how he is in bed” he gave you a wink. You gasped “Angel, that is never going to happen,” you pushed him slightly and laughed. "Well, you never know," he said with another wink, his laughter mingling with yours.

The night deepened, and with it, the conversation between you and Angel flowed effortlessly. Laughter and playful banter filled the room, a testament to the growing friendship between you two. Angel's humor was a welcome respite from the day's earlier tensions.

As the hours passed, the topics varied, from lighthearted jests to deeper discussions about life in this extraordinary place. The connection that had started as a simple acquaintance was blossoming into a genuine bond, one that promised to endure the many adventures that lay ahead.

The day's adventures had taken their toll, and as you bid Angel goodnight, the weight of exhaustion settled upon you. The word "toots" echoed between you, a shared term that now held memories of laughter and camaraderie.

With each step towards your room, the events of the day replayed in your mind—a tapestry of new friendships, unexpected encounters, and the promise of more to come. The click of the lock was a comforting sound, a barrier between you and the world outside.

You were unable to rid your mind of the image of Lucifer, as if he had captivated your attention too. With a shake of your head, you made your way to bed. As you slipped into bed, the softness of the sheets was a gentle embrace, coaxing you into the restful arms of sleep. The journey had been long, the emotions intense, but now, in the quiet of your own space, you could let go and drift into dreams, where the extraordinary became the norm.

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Every Rat Grinders/Bad Kids Interaction

Alright, here’s a compilation of every single Rat Grinder/Bad Kid interaction so far this season, mostly made for my own reference. This only includes meetings the characters have directly, either via magical/technological means, talking, or seeing the character face-to-face. This doesn’t include times information about the Rat Grinders was revealed without the Rat Grinders themselves being present, such as times the Bad Kids only mentioned the Rat Grinders in passing. Under the cut, because its LONG.

Episode 3: Not All Who Wanda Are Lost

The Bad Kids meet Kipperlilly in the morning, signing up for class president, where she reveals she had passed rogue classes for the year and that her platform is based on fairness.

She points out Ruben across the courtyard where he is getting swarmed for autographs.

Fig goes to bard class disguised as her new emo girl persona “Wanda Childa”, pretending to have a crush on him. After she gets kicked out of class she comes back in later through the window, this time not disguised. Ruben sneers at her, then when Fig sees he has a call from Lola Embers he says “I have to answer that later.”

Episode 4: Under Pressure

Fabian gets a Nat 20 to search for Kipperlilly in the cafeteria and while he doesn’t see her, gets a “twinge of some kind of sense”.

Mary Ann tries out for the Owlbears, seeming nonplussed. She absolutely demolishes Gorgug with a tackle, made possible through some sort of enchantment magic. She makes the team and leaves unceremoniously, uninterested in hanging out with them further.

Episode 6: Party Politics

Oisin, Ivy, and Buddy are all seen at the party at Seacaster Manor (Kipperlilly is not seen, but the Bad Kids discuss the possibility that she was there, just invisible).

Buddy is off to the side of the party with a cup full of water, “positive but deeply judgmental”. The Bad Kids approach and talk about how Fabian’s father is in hell now, how Kristin was the chosen of Helio and defected, and how Buddy feels about the rest of his adventuring party.

Oisin and Ivy are playing beer pong at a table when Adaine walks up and talks to him, with Ivy occasionally interjecting. They discuss how they shared a glyphs class in Freshman year, how he got buff over the summer and that’s why no one recognizes him, how his family is rich and he could provide her with money if she needed it, and how his tattoos function as a conjuration aid. After Adaine leaves, Oisin misses every single shot, which Ivy makes fun of him for (later revealed to be a calculated ploy, as seen in episode 17).

Ivy calls out to Fabian razzing him about his ping-pong table, and when he says “fuck you” and she responds “is that a threat?”, he runs away.

Fig disguises herself as Lucy Frostblade and hides a distance away, catching the attention of Ivy (but not Oisin). Ivy seems surprised and makes a hand motion asking if they should meet, but when Ivy excuses herself and starts to come over Fig runs off and skateboards away.

Ivy comes up to Fabian’s room where the Bad Kids are investigating, and when Fabian lies about doing snuff asks if there’s any for her. She also asks about Fig’s fishnets and if she skateboards. When Mazey comes up and asks if they should play Twister, Ivy insults her and Mazey looks crestfallen. Fig offers to play Twister with Mazey which intimidates Ivy into silence, while Fabian stays with Ivy and blows off Mazey. While everyone else is downstairs playing Twister Kristin stays in the room with Fabian and Ivy third-wheeling, until Oisin comes up to the room and says that he and Ivy have to go.

Episode 7: Stress Tested

Kipperlilly has hired a bunch of food trucks for her campaign and is giving out food at lunch in the courtyard. She’s standing on a platform with Mary Ann next to her handing out flyers. The Bad Kids walk up and talk to her, with Kristin wearing a salsa hat that Kipperlilly is unimpressed by. Kipperlilly says that she wasn’t at the Bad Kids’ party because she was studying, and when Kristin asks why she was studying since the rogue teacher found her and she passed all her classes, Kipperlilly just stares at her in silence. When Kristin mentions her goddess died, Kipperlilly responds really loudly “how can you cast spells?” in an attempt to discredit her, and the other Bad Kids jump in to cast a bunch of spells on Kristin and counteract this.

Fabian clumsily reaches out to Ivy at school and Ivy is snarky and cold to him, saying “You missed your shot, Playboy” since she knew Fabian has been recently hanging out with Mazey. 

Episode 8: Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival

Ruben is performing at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival, with the other Rat Grinders conspicuously absent.

Ruben disguises himself as an old man in an attempt to get the Bad Kids to do drugs, but is caught. He then leaves to go do his set with his band, “My Clerical Gnomance”. As he is playing however, he is interrupted by Principal Grix showing up and casting disintegrate on him. Ruben continues to play while the Bad Kids fight Principal Grix, giving out bardic inspirations to the Bad Kids, and especially to Wanda Childa who he sees in the crowd. He’s written a song just for Wanda and dedicates it to her in the crowd.

Episode 9: Vulture Clash 

When the Bad Kids come out of the Vulture Dimension Ruben is being kept in a hold person spell by Principal Grix, poised to strum down on his guitar for an incredible piece of bard magic. When the Bad Kids break hold person Ruben strums and gives everyone a bardic inspiration. Fabian jumps up on stage and says “I’m actually a huge fan” before leaping off and destroying Grix.

Fig as Wanda Childa begins to leave in a minor illusion bus, and Ruben frantically runs after her. After this, he is nowhere to be seen at the festival.

The Bad Kids discover the body of Lucy Frostblade near Lake Shimmerstone, with a rune in her chest preventing her from being resurrected. Kristin uses her clerical magic to free her from being trapped in the cursed domain of this deity, and Lucy and Yolanda hold hands as they move on to the domain of Cassandra.

Episode 10: Cursed Out

All of the Rat Grinders are seen at the school assembly talking about the death of Yolanda and how all clerics will be moved to pass/fail. Most are unconcerned and/or bored.

Fig disguised as Wanda Childa catches Ruben on a bus, where she talks to him about a true crime podcast that’s discussing the death of Lucy Frostblade. Ruben really wants to see this podcast and Fig asks for Ruben’s email address so she can email him the podcast using a burner email. Ruben says he has to leave because he’s getting mobbed for autographs even though he and Wanda are the only people on the bus, and Fig dimension doors away. 

Kristin talks to Buddy in the hall about the recent pass/fail news for cleric class and about how chill Buddy is, that he leaves the wrath to Sol. Buddy is concerned about Kristin’s brother Bucky being led away from Helio like she was. He says his grandfather Bobby can come and teach the cleric class so they don’t move to pass/fail. Kristin leaves to go check on her brother and gets protective when Buddy says he can do that if she can’t. Buddy needles her about her dead god, and Kristin responds that she’s coming back for the second time, and Helio only came back once.

Episode 11: A Very Merry Moonar Yulenear

Fig enters Ruben’s dream disguised as Kipperlilly, shaping the environment to look like the crime scene of Lucy Frostblade, and says to him “you need to take the fall for this”. Adaine appears ethereally next to her as the Elven Oracle. After Fig says this, Ruben puts a hand to his mouth and from between his fingers what’s described as blood is squeezing out.

Episode 14: Dawn of Justice

In the cafeteria while Kipperlilly is doing a campaign presentation chants in support of Kristin break out. Kipperlilly walks by the Bad Kids’ table to confront them, and when Kristin needles her about devil’s honey Kipperlilly breaks composure and insults her, “It's really nice how charmed everyone is, by how little you fucking care.” A fight almost breaks out with Fig, Fabian, and Gorgug squaring up while Ivy and Oisin try to calm them down. Riz hisses and Mary Ann comments on it, Fig messages her that she could do better and Mary Ann doesn’t know what she means. She asks Gorgug if he has mango soda and Gorgug gets mad. Buddy tries to calm them down and that they should walk in the light of Helio and Kristin says “he’s almost right”. Kristin tries to give Mary Ann a stuffed squishmallow, but Mary Ann already has that one and that she’ll donate it. Adaine says she thought the wizard was cool, and gets a Message from Oisin just saying “sorry”, and the Rat Grinders leave.

Buddy is the student volunteer proctor for the Bad Kids’ Last Standard Exam, set to revive them if any of them die. The Rat Grinders protest saying he’s biased, but the proctor doesn’t budge saying that Buddy has sworn an oath that will strip him of his connection to Helio should he refuse to revive them.

Episode 15: The Last Stand

Kristin is teleported up on the ledge next to Buddy thanks to Adaine’s Scatter spell. Buddy turns to her and says “This is remarkable”. When Kristin eats the Eye of the Vulture King and is granted True Sight, Buddy asks “Everything all right?”, and behind him, aiming a crossbow at the proctor, is Kipperlilly. Kipperlilly sees that she’s been caught, smiles, and slits Buddy’s throat before being teleported away by Oisin. 

Episode 16: Untapped Rage

10 minutes after the Bad Kids leave the Last Stand, Buddy is approached by a 15 foot tall figure who violently revives Buddy back to life with a red gem in his chest, with Buddy saying he worships a nameless god of rage now. Then both Buddy and the figure vanish.

Episode 17: The Name 

Fig tries to enter Ruben’s dream but cannot interact with him directly, though she does see his house and feels that his dream is violent and enraged, but also scared. She also sees a version of Ruben, before his shift to an emo aesthetic, walking scared into the Far Haven Woods.

Fig, disguised as Wanda, goes to Ruben’s house and knocks on the door. She doesn’t get a response but a window opens, though it is unclear who is in the window. Fig as Wanda gets shot with a crossbow by Fabian and Kristin Two in the bushes and pretends to be dead, and after some time passes Gorgug with Enlarge cast on him retrieves her body.

Fig goes to Porter’s office and attempts to give him a fake version of the dead god’s name, with Riz, Adaine, and Gorgug hiding nearby. Through a combination of Riz’s blindsense and Adaine’s detect thoughts, it is revealed an invisible Kipperlilly had been hiding invisible on the lockers the whole time, the same way Riz was hiding.

At Fabian’s birthday/election party, just as his home and everyone in it are lifted into the sky thanks to a cloud rider engine, Oisin telepathically messages Adaine to say “You didn’t see the storm coming? Must not be a very good oracle”.

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Can I ask why some people draw Lae’zel without breasts? Honest question.

First of all, the gender of it all. B)

Second of all, the why her, I'd assume is because githyanki are evolved/mutated/however affected by mindflayer enslavement followed by astral plane hive queen type behaviour continuing to shape their species to lay eggs by decree somehow or other, but are basically infertile in all other respects (having once been a race that did have mammalian sex and birth previously, so nothing is too wild here), and lack reproductive capabilities.

Between that and Lae'zel complaining even larger noses are fleshy and wasteful, and the character design making them lean and muscular to a frighteningly honed way in a way that seems fitting to their culture, it DOES seem weird if her species doesn't need them and they don't do anything, they'd keep something as useless as breasts around. Every line she has dripping with scepticism about people's noses and her own race's superior honed sword edge culture is made a bit silly by her having boobs.

Literally the only reason female githyanki have breasts would be character designers not understanding they would be just as hot without and whacking tits on anything that needs to be read as female, and no reason that makes sense in-universe.

So people who find it perfectly reasonable to think a female character is hot whether she has breasts or not, find it much more sensible to create a more streamlined Lae'zel. Honestly I don't even personally get gender vibes (in the sense I'm perfectly fine with my own boobs), and I'm not even hornyposting, I'm just an asexual pedant who picks at the worldbuilding and is pleased that the people who vibe with the good gender feels have propagated so much good sensible titless Lae'zel art XD

#bg3 #lae'zel #cisnormative character design is soooo bland and sometimes just wrong and silly

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Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides dividers @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry gifs: feyd / black and white @lia-atreides | paul & feyd : @/junkfoodcinemas | paul / black and white- ? If anyone knows, please let me know so I can give credit :) Summary: As Feyd and Paul have grown accustomed to the luxuries of being Emperors. Their Empress, Y/n, tries to keep both of her husband's tempers in check, whilst preventing them from killing one another. But that has proven to be a lot easier said than done. Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping, praise kink, slight!rough sex, slight!rough oral sex (f receiving), public sex, soft sex, soft!oral sex (from Paul) breeding kink Word Count: 2,9k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx Remember, if you want to be tagged in any of my works, please comment on my pinned post so I can easily find your comments easily.

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Y/n sat in the council chambers with council members to discuss important matters. Y/n felt her head beginning to ache, listening to all the problems that needed attention from the Emperors and Empress. Feyd and Paul were in Arrakis monitoring spice. Y/n was just praying that the two of them were behaving themselves. She constantly had to keep their tempers in check, mostly Feyd and prevent them from raising a blade to each other’s necks. Like his father, Paul continues to be the more level-headed Emperor, but he is slowly becoming like his cousin. After all, Paul is Harkonnen, too, and both are always trying to one-up the other. But despite their child-like tantrums at times, Y/n loved her husbands dearly; being the ever-devoted and loyal wife, Y/n always ensured her husband’s needs were always tended to, and she could never turn them away. Thinking about her husbands, Y/n’s eyes closed, the ache between her legs growing. Rubbing her thighs together under the table, she turned her attention to the menants. The council dragged on, and Y/n’s boredom increased as Gurney announced the council was dismissed. Y/n hurriedly left the room and made her way to her chambers. Collapsing on the large bed, Y/n felt the cool silk sheets caress her heated skin. 

Trailing her hand down her dress and spreading her legs, Y/n rolled onto her stomach, grasping a pillow and positioning it between her parted legs. Rolling her hips, a small moan left her mouth, her mind drifting to Feyd and Paul. She hated it when they were away; she missed their touch, their voice, feeling their lips on her skin. Her craving for them grew insatiable, and so did her sexual appetite for both men. Y/n gasped, her swollen pearl rubbing against the hard cushion, a broken cry muffled in the bed. Riding the pillow, her arousal seeping through her undergarments onto the silk. “Feyd”, Y/n whispered as she rolled onto her back, arching over the bed, her hand cupping her breast, moaning loudly “Paul” imagining they were both there with her. Her hips rolled faster, strings of moans leaving her open mouth. 

“It seems our sweet girl is feeling neglected” Feyd’s raspy voice broke Y/n’s movements. Her eyes opened, seeing Feyd and Paul standing at the foot of the bed. Both with smirks on their faces. “We simply can’t have that; our Empress deserves our attention just as much she gives us hers”, Paul agreed, walking over to his and Feyd’s desk. Feyd crawled onto the bed, kissing Y/n’s neck; his hand gripping the pillow between her legs. His lips brushed her ear. “You close, princess, hmm? I can see how wet you are” He groaned, his hand grinding the pillow harder onto her clothed pussy, a whine leaving her lips. Feyd kissed her, swallowing her sound, his tongue swiping her bottom lip Y/n felt Paul’s hands rub her thighs and hips. Y/n reached out to touch Paul, sensing her desperation. Paul moved towards her, kissing her palm and lifting her arm. Feyd pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as Paul kissed Y/n softly. “I’ve missed you both”, Y/n softly cried while Feyd and Paul lavished her with attention. 

It was a year since Feyd, and Paul’s coronation, and a grand celebration was held as tradition. All the Great Houses gathered, bestowing gifts and good health to the Emperors Y/n smiled, watching Feyd and Paul for once wrapping their arms around one another with smiles. Seeing them happy in each other’s presence was a rarity, but they forgot all the bad blood between themselves and their families in such an event. They were untied, cousins, rulers. Y/n sipped her wine while speaking to Jessica and Irulan; feeling eyes on her, she turned her head to Feyd and Paul, motioning her over. Y/n gracefully made her way up the steps to stand between them. Paul raised his hand as the people began to quiet their attention on their Emperors and Empress. 

“It is a joyous day upon us; today marks a year since my cousin Feyd-Rautha and I were honoured by our wife, Empress Y/n, to be chosen as Emperors of the Imperium. We are eternally grateful for your continued support of House Atreides and House Harkonnen. Together, the three of us will ensure the well-being of our people and those who come to us for guidance. For protection and peace. My father believed that ruling matters could be done with the heart. I always believed that more so now than ever. “ He looked at Y/n and, holding her hand and looking back at the crowd, “We are House Atreides! There is no call, and we do not answer. There is no faith we betray. ” Paul raised his glass. Everyone clapped and cheered at Paul’s words. 

Feyd grinned at his younger cousin, nodding in approval Y/n leant over to Feyd, “Are you not going to speak Feyd?” The Harkonnen smirked, shaking his head. “No, I wanted Paul to speak; he’s been practising his speech for weeks. He has the makings of a great Emperor, maybe more so than I,” He whispered in her ear Y/n took in a breath and giggled at his words. “What a lovely thing to say, but you both have the makings of great Emperors. You are very different, but your ambitions and leadership aspirations are the same. You balance one another, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. Both of you” She kissed Feyd’s cheek; he looked down through his lashes, his breathing rising and falling heavily. Y/n wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. “And I am the one who gets to reap the rewards”, she whispered in his ear. Feyd closed his eyes, chuckling lightly, before opening them to look at his wife. His blue eyes darkened with lust. He pulled Y/n away while Paul was busy speaking to Gurney. Feyd pushed Y/n against the wall in the hallway, his hands picking the ends of her dress and his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. Both moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Feeling his hands touch her bare skin, Feyd’s lips trailed down her neck, his teeth biting her shoulder lightly. “Feyd, please”, Y/n begged the Harkonnen, her fingers gripping his black tunic. Feyd pulled back, his blue eyes dancing over her flushed face; he smiled, leaning forward, his nose brushing hers. “My wife sounds so pretty when she begs,” he murmured, pecking her lips; his hand slapped her thigh lightly, his signal for her to part her legs. Feyd fell to his knees, placing her legs over his shoulders. 

Y/n helped Feyd raise her dress to her thighs. Feyd noticed she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Feyd gave her a mischievous look. “Must you always be such a needy temptress and go without wearing anything under your dresses?” He smirked, biting her inner thigh Y/n moaned, her head lulling back, hitting the marble wall. “I find it easier to go without, only because I have two husbands who have sexual appetites that I must attend to” She gasped, her body arching off the wall, feeling the point of Feyd’s tongue lap between her wet folds a loud moan leaving her open mouth. Feyd’s hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin. 

Lapping between her legs like a starved man, a mix of teeth and tongue made her body shudder. “Feyd oh”, The Harkonnen growled into her pussy, his movements increasing rapidly, Y/n’s hips rolling against his face feeling her climax approaching. The mixed sounds of Y/n’s moans and Feyd’s grunts echoed in the hallway; no one was in sight, all too occupied with the celebrations inside the grand hall. Not that anyone would dare interrupt or intrude on the Emperor and Empress during their personal celebration. Feyd pulled away from Y/n’s legs, standing on his feet and pulling her in for a rough kiss, his hands moving his pants down, wrapping Y/n’s legs around his waist. Licking his lips, he breathed heavily before entering his hard cock in one thrust. Y/n let out a broken sob at the feeling; she loved the feeling of Feyd stretching her open. His thick cock hitting all her sweet spots perfectly. His fierce grunts and the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the marble walls sounded obscene. “Such a good little wife, letting me fuck you where anyone can see us. What did I do to deserve you?” He breathed his breath, hitting her cheek, both panting heavily. 

“This time, I’m determined to fuck a child in you. You would be so beautiful, such a wonderful mother. Would you like that? Do you want me to fuck a child into you? Perhaps Paul and I should chain you to our bed so we can have you bedridden until you are with child,” He purred, his tongue lapping at her throat Y/n’s walls clenched around his cock Feyd laughed. “Please, Feyd, I want a child.” Y/n looked into his eyes, and the lust overcame with love and gentleness. Feyd gave her a beautiful smile and kissed her, his hips slamming into hers. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me take care of you. I love my wife. Love how well she takes me, love how she falls apart when she is fucked out on my cock ”, he praised, his hand pressed to the wall beside her head, his thrusts turning rougher, chasing both his and Y/n’s releases. Y/n’s heart racing from Feyd’s words and the pace of his thrusts overwhelming her senses.

Clinging to each other tightly, both of them let out a loud moan in unison, their bodies stuttering from the aftershocks of pleasure. Kissing Feyd’s lips softly, Y/n smiled, her body limp in his hold. Feyd pressed his body to hers, keeping her upright and preventing her from falling. 

Pulling apart for air, the lovers stared into each other’s eyes. “It seems I missed out on the festivities”, Paul leant on the pillar with a smirk, eyeing his wife and cousin. Y/n and Feyd smiled sheepishly. Paul raised a brow. “I don’t suppose I am wrong to assume you still have enough for another round. Maybe you would like to include me this time?” He asked with a slight pout. Feyd grinned, his eyes drifting back to Y/n. “Of course, cousin.” The Harkonnen placed Y/n on her feet before holding her steady “She’s a little weak in the knees, I apologise”, Feyd chuckled as Paul playfully shoved Feyd the Harkonnen, pecking Y/n’s lips, lightly returning to the celebrations.

Entering their shared chambers, Paul closed the doors behind them, picking up Y/n in his arms and kissing her passionately. Paul laid her down on the bed, removing her dress in haste. Paul unbuttoned his tunic and threw it away onto the floor, covering Y/n’s body with his, feeling her fingers trail up his torso to his throat up into his hair. Paul smiled, his lips ghosting over hers. “When I couldn’t find you nor Feyd, I knew you both were up to no good, so look what I found. Fucking in a hall,” He teased with a laugh Y/n bit her lip. “We couldn’t help ourselves, and you were too busy speaking to Gurney; we didn’t want to interrupt”, Paul hummed in response with a nod. “How thoughtful of you both”, he kissed her, both smiling into the kiss. “That’s fine; I get to have to myself now”, he murmured, his lips moving down her body, his lips licking and biting her breasts. Y/n’s fingers tangled in the roots of Paul’s raven hair, a moan leaving his mouth, his hands holding her hips. Descending Paul’s lips made their way between Y/n’s thighs, a soft gasp left her parted lips looking down, her eyes locked with Paul’s. 

A smile forming on his lips, he licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her swollen clit. Her head fell back on the pillow, and her body convulsed under the pleasure. Although she craved the roughness from Feyd and his toe-curling, body-spasming sex, she often found herself falling into Paul’s reserved nature. His gentle touch and his way of making love more so than just sex. The contrast between the two men was the perfect pairing and balance. Paul’s moans send little vibration pulses through her core, fluttering throughout Y/n’s body, making her body jolt. “Paul”, she whispered his name, her legs wrapping around his head, his hands cupping her thighs, his tongue flicking her pearl, making her cry out. Feeling the overstimulation working its way forward, Y/n wriggled under Paul’s hold, the young man growling into her pussy in warning. 

His teeth grazed her clit, his mouth sucking eagerly, feeling her legs shake around his head. Y/n moaned loudly. Paul lapped her arousal greedily, relishing her taste. His eyes closed tightly, kissing her inner thighs Y/n breathed heavily, looking at her husband with hazy-lidded eyes. Paul undid his pants, crawled up her body and pumped his cock a few times, then slowly buried himself inside her wet entrance. His head fell forward, a groan leaving his plump lips, his body shaking at her walls clasping around his hard cock. “So tight and wet for me, my love. Look at you so beautiful,” Paul whispered as he moved his hips slowly, drawing out their pleasure. Y/n gazed into Paul’s blue eyes. Paul pressed his head to hers, marvelling at her beauty. A smile decorated his face. “I love you so much Y/n”, He breathed, kissing her lips gently, her heart fluttering at Paul’s words. The Atreides sensually thrust his hips, hitting her cervix deliciously, a soft whimper bubbling from her chest escaping her mouth. 

Paul smiled, his wife wrapping her arm around his neck while the other intertwined her fingers with his. Paul gingerly kissed her cheek and jaw. “Paul, so good”, Y/n purred in his ear, kissing his neck. Paul groaned at the sensation. His body gave a harsh thrust, and Y/n whined underneath him. “You are doing so well for me; and you did so well for Feyd. Our precious Empress,” Paul praised her, his lips brushing hers, his tongue swiping her bottom lip Y/n gasped, her heart pounding, feeling her release wash over her like crashing waves. Paul moaned cumming inside her, coating her walls, both letting out a soft breath and giving each other a blissed smile.

Two months had passed since the Emperors’ celebrations, and Y/n walked down the hall from her recent medical visit. Looking for Feyd and Paul, a servant informed her they were in the gardens. Y/n quickened her pace, finding the gardens and seeing Feyd and Paul laughing as they played a game of chess. “Who taught you to play so well?” Feyd asked moving one of his knights Paul smirked “Duncan Idaho, I was never able to beat him in a match but I did come close a couple of times” He told his cousin Y/n approached her husbands both to involved in their game. Coming to a standstill, it was Feyd’s turn. He didn’t know what move to make; he had two options, but both resulted in losing to Paul.

The Atreides grinned as the Harkonnen mirrored his cousin’s facial expression. Y/n leant forward, making the final move for Feyd to win the game; both men looked in disbelief. Their eyes turned to the Empress, and she smirked. “You may have never bested Duncan Idaho Paul, but I did, many times” She winked, walking to the small waterfall, her fingers delicately delving into the water. The Emperors were impressed, and they turned their attention to their Empress. “How did the medical visit go? Is everything okay?” Paul asked Y/n, hummed a tune and nodded. “All is well; it is so well that I know why I have been feeling unwell. My loves, do you remember your coronation celebrations two months ago?” Feyd and Paul nodded in unison Y/n felt a smile appear on her face, placing each of her husband’s hands on her stomach.

“It seems our efforts did not go to waste, and I am with child” The Emperors’ eyes lit up with happiness, tears welling in their eyes. “Our little one, this is wonderful news, my sweet”, Paul expressed; he laughed through his smile before looking at Feyd. “Cousin, we are to be fathers. How splendid, yes?” Paul asked Feyd, who was silent; he was still processing the information and began to cry, “You are with child. My child. Ours,” He murmured Y/n nodded. “Yes, Feyd, our child. Yours, Paul’s, mine.” Feyd kissed her hand, a smile on his face.

“And they will be the most loved child in the whole of the known universe, no doubt. Our little star” He fell to his knees, kissing Y/n’s stomach. Paul cupped Y/n’s cheek and put a hand on Feyd’s back before the three hugged each other. Their heads pressed together “I love you both so much” Y/n whispered to her husbands.

“We love you too,” They replied, both of them kissing her cheeks.

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#dune part two #austin butler #dune #feyd rautha #smut #request #oneshots #paul atreides #feyd rautha x reader smut #paul atreides x reader smut #timothee chalamet #feyd rautha x reader x paul atreides #missjadesfics #my fic

[rubydubydoo122]

what are your favorite batfam ships??

(I hate that I have to clarify, but I mean what members of the batfam do you ship with other people that they are in fact not related to.)

(Lmao, ur good, I also despise batcest)

For Bruce I think my favorite ship with him would be Talia, but I also know they're the "In another life" type couple

for Dick... it's a tie between Wally and Kory. Kory because I grew up watching Teen Titans, and Wally because of the Young Justice TV show

I personally view Jason as on the Aro/Ace spectrum, but if I had to chose a ship, it would be JayKyle-- BUT IN THE SENSE THAT Kyle somehow develops a crush on Jason and Jason is completely oblivious to it and thinks that he and Kyle just have a banter-y friendship

for Tim it has to be TimKon. I think Timber's kinda just genderbent TimSteph, and I'm not a fan of TimSteph because Stephanie Brown deserves so much better

I think I would like StephCass in theory, but I feel like even though it is heavily implied in comics, the only place I've seen it done is in fandom where both characters are treated like background props, and it made me feel icky. I think once Cass stops being perceived as a therapy doll, and Stephanie starts being treated as her own character rather than just a love interest to one of the batfam members then I can start enjoying the ship.

I'm pretty sure Duke has only has one Love interest, Isabella, and they were cute together

I'm not a big fan of most of Damian's ships, but him and Flatline are cute together, but I think they have more of a puppy love middle school type relationship going on.

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #konner kent #wally west #koriand'r

[ofbreathandflame]

Not to come off as nitpicking but why can’t Feyre be a high lady? It’s not as if tamlim or Beron are any better and theyre centuries older than feyre. I get everything but I love feyre

Hi anon!!

You don’t come off nitpicky at all! Thanks for the comment!****

[long post - more under the cut - disclaimer at the bottom]

First — I agree with you. There’s no moral reason I can think of that rules out why Feyre can’t be High Lady; so, I agree with it. I’m going to go a step further and say it’s fine that Rhysand makes Feyre High Lady of the Night Court. Obviously, Feyre will learn and ease herself into the role.

Do I think Feyre should be a High Lady? No — but I think that’s because, as I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve always felt that Feyre chafes in structured, heavily-ruled settings and has been characterized heavily as a character whose strength comes from an admonishment of rules and expectations (In my opinion, based in the text ofc).

I also think that the story doesn’t lead with reasons why Feyre specifically should be High Lady. If we go with the logic that Feyre is an inexperienced young-girl who needs to learn how to lead then we acknowledge two things: (1) that Feyre has to learn and (2) Rhysand made Feyre High Lady. That way, the expectation is that Feyre does not know anything but will learn. Traditionally, women have consolidated power by marrying into it; its quite normal for women to be “the queen” because they married into power. If anything – I think it simply makes no sense that there hasn’t been a High Lady in almost 15,000 years; it seems like an obvious choice. There’s also genuinely no difference between Lady of the Court and being High Lady.

The problem with the story is that it does not want to acknowledge -- or at least fully acknowledge many things. The first is that Feyre wants to be made High Lady (or - to push back against that - the story wants her to be High Lady). If Feyre wants power, she's acknowledging she has some skills to be president. But like...she simply doesn't. She has many skills - none that really align, though. I also feel comfortable saying that Feyre doesn’t even really want to be a leader, and her narration often opposes the idea that she wants to be in positions of power; I think we can argue that Feyre wants power over her own life – but that is not the same as wanting power over an entire group of people. I often feel insane because I think its actually kind of weird that the story never spends time developing Feyre as a person with skills that translate to leadership – or even ambition. Let’s think about similar characters like Jude or Dany, the story goes out of its way to establish why they want power, and the skills they have.

Dany is a strategic genius at literally fourteen years; she has to grapple with her kindness and how it can be to her detriment. She has to establish boundaries between the members of her Queensguard. She uses her wits, sensuality (though – I have words for Grrm), strategy to cement her claim to the throne; she is advised to practice her rule in Essos. It’s not just the fact that Dany has a claim to the Iron Throne – she’s proven she’s got the skills to be both kind and harsh; political and strategic, wrathful and powerful. Dany is not a fighter – she is a queen. She’s calling the shots and she’s still kind. Jude is shown the horrors of Faerie very early on in the story – and that anecdote at the beginning of the story essentially informs the story.

And like Dany, Jude has to learn to balance kindness with politics; she learns early on that her kindness, while altruistic, can operate as (1) selfishness and (2) can ultimately amount to nothing. It’s not saying that these characters aren’t kind, or evil, but that they learn, to some extent, how to navigate these worlds by themselves. The story is not arguing that these girls are good and kind and therefore “worthy” to be made the leader; these stories are also not concerned with needing to moralize why the female leads are more deserving – we can just see that they have qualities that will translate well into leadership. So (at least in Dany’s case), when they make a mistake, we can actually think and discuss the validity of what makes it a good / bad action. We’re not just running with the fact that “well Dany is a girl and abused!” but rather “what can Dany do to improve and not make these mistakes again” – Dany herself literally always weighs her past experiences with new ones to avoid mistakes that can detrimental to her campaign. We know Dany has the skills.

Every time we question the validity of Feyre’s actions were often met with that initial argument, which is, that Feyre is essentially “just a girl” and “under duress” and “traumatized.” But they also don’t want to admit that Feyre doesn’t have a lot of the skills necessary to be leading the court, which is true (and not even a criticism, but literally a fact). It’s a fact that Rhysand made Feyre High Lady because she was his mate – which isn’t a negative and literally how nobility has kind of traditionally operated under in the past. Even Feyre going UTM says nothing about her skills as a leader. It's always bothered me that people use the fact that Feyre goes UTM to prove that she deserves be High Lady. It's just...she didn't go down there to save Prythian; as a matter a fact, Feyre only goes UTM because she realizes she royally fucked Clare Beddor - she goes there out of guilt. Once she gets down there, she has no choice but to complete those tasks because of the bargain. That matters. It really does. I also think this logic – someone like Nesta would also be qualified to lead the NC. It's why I think people get testy with the whole 'who would be a better high lady' or whatever. Because the way the book sets it up, everyone, including Feyre sisters are all equally if not more qualified for the role. I'd argue, Nesta has even stronger claim to a leadership. To be clear I am not arguing that Nesta should be HL or would make a good; only that the story provides more concrete examples of why she could be HL than it does its own main character, and by the end of Nesta's book she's clearly the stronger character (*cough* which is why I argue SJM obsession with Rhys comes at the detriment of feyre's character!) - and there are more concrete, intentional moments where Nesta shows skills that are actually relevant.

Again it proves that Feyre can be brave, but naught else. I really thought MAF was going to actually delve into the idea that Feyre feels like a fraud because of she really only went down there for Tamlin and to try to rectify her mistakes – and she ends up in this position of power that she seems super uncomfortable with. Similar to Katniss’s ordeal in The Hunger Games. Like – we don’t even kno the names of the two Fae she killed. The story decides that not deal with it. Feyre literally says something along the lines of “its not so bad I killed those not bad because at least everyone else was freed” – but the whole point should have been that she realizes that she’s not just sacrificing her own body for Tamlin, she’s taking someone’s life for the chance to be with Tamlin. Because she loves him. That should have challenged Feyre’s morals, earnestly. There should be a deep dive to what that means. We know that Prythian becomes free – but y’all that was the afterthought. Feyre deadass only asked for Tamlin’s curse to be lifted. She didn’t even consider the people when she made the bargain and if SJM (or Amarantha) were smart enough she would’ve picked up on it all.

The story essentially bastardizes why Feyre decides to go UTM. Feyre doesn’t learn anything; she doesn’t learn how to read because she realizes It almost kills her, she doesn’t stop making weird, impulsive bargains, she doesn’t learn how to navigate politics, or listen for hints of information when Tamlin says no to her – nothing informs her actions, she doesn’t learn new skills in her arsenal – things just always go well for her. Feyre isn’t diplomatic – at the High Lord meeting she literally attacks another High Lord, she doesn’t show any prowess with Keir, doesn’t do things her own way and decides to defer to “the way its always been”

I’m not talking about how moral it is for Feyre to be able to do something.  I’m saying that Feyre never has to learn skills to handle adversity; when she doesn’t get her way the story throws temper tantrum for her. Beron said something mean so Feyre had to attack him – what does that prove? She essentially insults all of the High Lords, doesn’t make amends with Summer or Spring – and the story just expects them to follow her because….shes just a girl. And they do – for no other reason then the fact that Feyre is Feyre. And because there’s no emphasis on her actual skills, when we ask “what makes Feyre deserve to be High Lady’ – we get a frustrated response that says “well – she’s new at the job! She’ll learn!” but like…she never does. And again, what qualified her to be there in the first place If she supposedly still doesn’t have the skills. What moment informs this idea?

So, to stop my rambling, I agree that Feyre should be HL, but I also believe the story should develop her character's actual skillset instead always relying on bastardized generalizations of plot points that the story uses to basically argue that Feyre "deserves" the title without ever giving any skills to actually fall back on. the difference between , then Tamlin and Beron (maybe - we don't know) is that they inherited power, Feyre wants to lead. She wants to be High Lady. She isn't burdened with the responsibility she wants in (or story wants in). That means she should have skills to reflect that want.

***[two things I should note: (1) I was already writing a post that touches on some of the things I've discussed - so there's a lot of universal 'y'all/they/them thrown around - but I am not talking about you nonny; its toward the middle and end (2) this is a longer post bc I combined some of things I already wrote a couple months back! I really appreciate your comment and kindness]

#anti sjm #anti rhysand #anti feyre #anti feysand #anti acosf #anti sjm: feyre archeron #anti acomaf #anti sjm: nesta archeron #anti acotar

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Bump P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Velaryon (Pregnant Wife) Rating - Sweet AF Word Count - 2957

Warning - childbirth / gore / horror elements

Jacaerys goes out with Daemon for the afternoon, the two go out and climb the jagged and impressive cliffs and valleys of the hot volcanic island, all to fetch a dragon egg for him and Y/n's baby. The two chatted and had some real conversations, the likes of which he hadn't really ever, had as stepson and stepdad. However, when they returned to the castle a sweet bright blue Dragon Egg selected a maid and rushed down the hall towards them,

"Prince Jacaerys!" The maid yelled, "Prince Jacaerys!"

Jacaerys' head turns sharply confused as to why this maid was running to them, "Yes, what is it?"

"it's Y/n -" the maid gasps,

Jacaerys' stomach drops to his feet at these words, but he forces himself to remain calm. "What has happened to my wife?" he demanded an answer,

"She has begun her labours Prince Jacaerys," The maid said,

Jacaerys' heart skips a beat as if he suddenly cannot breathe. He forces himself to remain calm, even if he feels like punching the wall, or throwing up, or any number of other things. "How long ago did this begin?"

"A meer our after you left," the maid said.

Jacaerys feels his heart drop at this news, suddenly feeling a deep sense of shame that he had been gone so long in this crucial time. If something had gone wrong... He shakes the thought out of his head and forces himself to remain calm. "Who has been with her, this whole time?"

"the maester. And maids. And the queen" The maid explained

Jacaerys nods and begins racing through the halls as quickly as he can, He keeps walking with Daemon and the maid, trying his best to hold a serious face and not let his tears flood. Y/n was in good hands, but he still desired to be there and see their son being born. His heart still races within his chest, however, flooded with adrenaline from the situation.

finally, they reach his and Y/n's chambers both the maid and daemon rush inside without a second thought but for a moment Jacaerys stops in the doorway, the sound of muted screams from within the chambers causing his heart to race even quicker. He grips his hands, nervous to step inside the chambers. He knows he should enter, but the thought of it terrifies him. He has to go in. He has to be there, for his wife. He steps inside.

Their bed is crowded with maids, the maester, his mother with Daemon at her side all of them arguing and debating the methods to be used. But all of it is mere background noise as all Jacaerys can focus on is his wife.

Y/n sits with her back against the headboard her knees on the bed so she's almost crouching on it, her sky blue nightie around her drenched in blood and sweat, her hair a matted sweaty mess, her eyes full of tears, her mouth hung open to scream, her hands ball up her nightie clawing at her own thighs in her agony. The sounds she made were enough to chill his very soul, they reminded him of the cries in violent pain that a dragon screams out when hurt and she seemed just as vicious and dangerous

"Where is my husband!" She screams,

Jacaerys cannot believe what he is seeing. He runs towards his wife's side, and stares at her with a mix of horror and concern. He cannot help but notice the blood, the sweat, in the state she is in. His first reaction is to reach out for her, to comfort his love, hold her, comfort her, to hold her close. But... her pain is immense, and her cries of agony are almost violent. Jacaerys feels like he is watching her being tortured. Jacaerys feels as if this statement cuts him deeper than any sword. " I... I'm here, my love..."

she grabbed him by the hand her grip tight and yet weak at the same time proving her exhaustion. "Jace... They wouldn't tell me where you were, they wouldn't find you, they wouldn't let me see you... I was so worried something might have happened to you" she cried hysterically

Jacaerys' heart was struck a blow. She had been concerned for his well-being. After the hours and hours she had been through, she was still thinking of him, his well-being. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at her words. He squeezes her hand tightly. "I am here now, my love. Nothing could stop me. I am okay, do not worry about me. I am so glad to be with you now..."

"I ask one thing of you, my love"

Jacaerys looks into her eyes, kissing her hand and meeting her gaze nervously. "Anything."

"get. These. People. Out! Of! Our chambers!"

"Are you sure? All of them know more than we do."

"NOW!" she screamed, 

Jacaerys nods instantly. He would do anything to ensure his wife's comfort, and to see her pain end as quickly as possible, "Everyone out. Leave my wife to me,"

"Jacaerys-" His mother began,

"Now. She wants you gone just go." He demanded, 

the room clears of everyone but Y/n and jacaerys, which calms her slightly she kneels on the bed still gripping her thighs as she gasps

Jacaerys takes a seat next to her on the bed. He reaches out and places his hands on her shoulders, stroking her carefully. “Calm yourself, my love. This too shall pass. Do not worry about the pain. What you are experiencing is a natural part of life, my sweet. There is no need to fear it…” Jace smiles, hoping to comfort her, even though he knew well how difficult childbirth could be. He was only trying to ease her mind.

"I am so frightened... I'm am so so scared" she muttered between her tears

Jacaerys rubs her back gently, trying to comfort her. “I promise you, my love, nothing bad will happen to you. I have never seen a stronger woman than you, and I know, deep in my heart, that you can do this. You are going to be a mother.” Jace smiles, and squeezes her hands. Nothing bad will happen. “I am here, for you.”

she grabs his shirt as another contraction forces it's way through her and she screams loudly her voice echoing off the stone walls of Dragonstone

Jacaerys grips her hands, squeezing them tightly as he watches her suffer this pain. He fights the urge to call someone in, as he knew that more people would be of no help at all. But... he feels so useless, watching her writhe in pain. He wants to help. He wants it to stop. He wants his son to be born, too, but he hates seeing Y/n suffer like this.

"Jace... It's happening. It's happening the baby!" She screamed tears flooding down her face as she clawed as her thighs and her body shaking as she goes though this intense pain she screams louder then anything he has ever heard cursing and swearing at the child inside her as it forces her body to conform. She grabs Jace by the hair and puts her forehead to his as she cries and screams violently

Jacaerys grits his teeth, trying his best to remain strong for his wife. He squeezes her hands, tries to calm her, but cannot find the words. Her screams fill him with fear and worry. He doesn't want her to suffer like this, but he has no way to take away the pain. It is worse, by far, than anything he could have ever imagined for her with childbirth. He is almost helpless as he pulls her head down against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight.

she screamed and leaned back clawing her thighs as she pulls up her nightie and as she does he sees the strange both beautiful and deeply horrifying sight of the birth of his child. Jace had only briefly seen the birth of his younger brothers but this moment was never something he had witnessed, he knew of course how children were born of course but he supposed in his mind he always imagined just crying, screaming and then being handed his beautiful baby, his idea was this was a beautiful and magical moment and in some ways it was but... It was also the sight of his wife convulsing with pain, screaming, clawing her thighs to the point of blood, as the blood and fluid covered head of Thier child ripped her open

Jacaerys stares as his wife experiences the worst pain he could imagine. A beautiful moment, indeed, but one filled with pain and a mess of blood and fluids. His face contorts as he watches this process, the screams of his lover filling his ears. He is filled with fear, seeing the woman he loves in so much pain. Jace looks away, but cannot help but look back at the process. It is almost like a horrific wreck, where you must watch. A mixture of beauty and horror, something that has no equal.

she is unable to stop now even if her body is tired even if she can't handle any more her body is physically unable to stop now, leaving her to cry hysterically and scream out a long scream that took her whole breath, she demanded Jace to take a blanket which he did as it was sudden. The baby's head appeared then it's neck, then it's shoulders and once past the shoulders the baby dropped out like an apple from a tree have quickly picked up the baby in the blanket wrapping it up,

Jace’s entire body is filled with shock and relief as he sees his child born, wrapped in the blanket. A surge of relief washes over him, and he breathes a sigh of gratitude to every god above, thankful that his wife and his son are both well. He stares, amazed, at the sight of the child. It is a mixture of awe and fear, the tiny life which he brought forth with Y/n. The baby moves in the blanket, still covered in fluid and blood. Jacaerys takes a step back, almost mesmerized and overwhelmed by emotions.

the baby whined and coughed bringing the first little cry

Jacaerys cannot help but smile at the first noises from the baby. The sounds are weak and hoarse at first, but begin to get stronger with every moment. He wants nothing more in that moment than to hold the tiny life that he helped bring to this world in his arms. However, he is too fearful to go any closer towards the child, as the fluid and blood which still cover him are not an inviting sight. He is unsure now which emotion is winning inside him: fear or relief.

Y/n doesn't even have time to react to their child as the process of the after birth strikes her but luckily given the agony she just went through this pain felt to her like nothing more then a stomach cramp and luckily goes off without a hitch, the after birth is quickly delivered and she flops on her back on the bed covered in her own blood and sweat as she holds her stomach "Is he okay..."

Jacaerys lets out a sigh as the afterbirth is delivered, The sounds of the baby’s cries grow stronger with each moment. Jacaerys turns to face his wife, still nervous by the sight of her covered in blood and bodily fluids, but he forces himself to focus on the positive. He cannot hold back a smile, one filled with relief and gratitude, “Yes, my love. He is okay. He is beautiful, and I cannot even describe how much I love his cry.” Jacaerys tries to look past the blood on her body, instead focusing on her face and looking for a smile. He wants to see her joy, her happiness at having given birth, to see that she is okay. His hands clench into fists as he looks at her, wanting so badly to hold her close but not wanting to make things worse by coming too near.

she smiled and opened her arms wanting to hold their baby

Jacaerys smiles in response, and watches as his wife reaches out her limbs towards their child. His heart flutters, as he realizes how much she is already loving the baby. He walks closer, and gently pulls the blanket away so she can hold him in her arms. Jacaerys also can finally take a good look at the small life he helped to create, his son, Lucaerys, which is now lying safely in Y/n’s arms.

Y/n holds the baby against her bare skin, the widest smile on her lips, she cares so life the blood and fluids that coat the both of them she kisses the head of baby Lucaerys and lets a tear slip as he cries

Jacaerys smiles wide at the scene of his wife with his baby in her arms. The tears of joy, the gentle, protective kisses she is placing on Lucaerys’ head... it is almost enough to make him cry as well. As the baby cries, Jacaarys comes forward again, and wraps his hands around Y/n, holding her tightly against him once more, wanting to comfort her, protect her, and comfort himself. He wants to be there for her, and their son. He wants to comfort them both.

"he's perfect. So very perfect." She muttered "our little boy, I praise all the gods in this universe for him"

“He's beautiful, Y/n. So beautiful.” Jace smiles softly as the baby cries. “Our little Lucaerys... he even has your eyes, I think.” Jace strokes his hands over her hair slightly, taking her in and realizing that he too was filled with that same sense of relief from seeing that she was well.

"he's perfect. So very perfect." She muttered "our little boy, I praise all the gods in this universe for him"

He wraps his arms around her again, pulling her and the baby into him, embracing his family. She smiled and laid her head on Jaces shoulder as she made sure they could both cradle baby Luke. Jace smiled, enjoying the sweet feeling of all three of them sharing that special, beautiful moment. He held her close, caressed her head once more, then looked down at their baby boy. The boy had calmed somewhat. He was still crying, but not as frantic as before. Jacaerys felt the most content he had ever been in his life, as he sat there, holding his wife and his son against himself.

The two share kisses and sweet words cooing over their baby for hours Y/n rests on the bed and jacaerys paces the room bouncing baby Luke in his arms as he once saw his father do to his brother's

Jace bounces the baby, trying his best to soothe him. He speaks kindly to him, uses a voice that he hopes would be calming and sweet. He whispers to him with words of encouragement, hoping that the child would be soothed. Eventually, his efforts pay off as the baby grows quieter. The baby stops crying, and only his light breathing could now be heard. Jace feels a rush of relief wash over him as he continues to bounce and hum to the baby, not wanting to put him back into Y/n's arms just yet.

"ohh ‘he's’ tired. I feel somewhat offended" Y/n chuckled as she noticed Luke fell asleep in jaces arms

Jace laughs at her comment, amused at her reaction. “The audacity of him,” He joked and He continues to hold Luke, not wanting to give him up just yet. There is something about holding your own child that is so precious and special. Jace knows he must return him to Y/n soon, but he cannot help but enjoy this time with little Lucaerys. He continues to hum songs quietly to the baby, holding him close to his chest.

"you have to put him in his crib sometime, Jace" she teased him

Jace rolls his eyes, chuckling. “Yes, my love. I suppose that is true. Though... I enjoy holding him. I have not let him go at all since he arrived. I wish I could carry him everywhere.” Jace laughed, holding him close.

"umm my boys, my sweet boys" she cooed at them enjoying the sight of her husband and son together, "come on, let me have a cuddle" she cooed opening her arms

Jace’s face flushes red slightly, as he knows he cannot deny that request. He looks to Lucaerys for a moment, then smiles and hands him over to Y/n. He loves to see her with their son.

"ohh hello little man, yes hello. Your daddy is giving you all the attention today. I get the feeling he shall spoil you" she cooed to baby Luke

Jace chuckles, watching her love their baby with such intensity. He knows she is going to provide him with the most love and attention, and he could not ask for a more perfect mother for his child. Jace takes a seat next to her, watching her with the baby, as she speaks. He does not want to break her focus from the child, but he also wants to be close to them both.

"You were so much trouble. So much trouble for such a little boy" she chuckled "worth it though. A thousand times over"

Jace laughed, his chest filling with warmth when he heard that. What was this feeling within him? Pure joy, mixed with the pride of being a father to such a beautiful child. He was proud of Y/n, for what she had gone through, for how well she handled it all. All of his previous fears had evaporated. “He was worth everything in this world, my love.”

This was not a moment to be afraid, but rather to celebrate the miracle of birth.

#jace x reader #jace #jace velaryon #jacaerys strong #jacaerysvelaryon #jacaerystargaryen #prince jacaerys #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #hotd jacaerys #jacaerys x reader #hotd fanfiction #hotd fandom #hotd season 2 #hotd fanfic #hotd #hotd jace #hotd jace x reader #hotd jace taryargen #jacaerys x you #hotd smut #house of targaryen #house targaryen #house of velaryon #house of the dragon #house of the dragon season 2 #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon jace #house of the dragon jacaerys

[sometimesliterate]

dr ratio vs. the genius society | an analysis

this'll also be a comparison between ruan mei and dr. ratio so warning for that one too, just in case.

i saw this post by @chronical-lover

and firstly, i just want to say thank you, especially about mentioning how aeons don't care about humans because youre so right. i wanna expand a little bit on the comparison between his character and the genius' that we've met this far.

ratio ultimately failed to be recognized not because he wasn't smart enough, but because he was too human. he's human first, scientist second. he'll always be human first, he doesn't have it in him to act without emotions no matter how much he wants logic to dictate his every move. his entire character is that he believes every one has a human right to be alive, to learn and to grow. he's there to guide them, not necessarily in the nicest way, but still.

i think contrasting him with ruan mei in the story quest was a perfect idea. when you meet ruan mei, she's kind. she makes the trailblazer feel comfortable, even for just a little bit. she offers companionship, tea, and a conversation. but she does not care about the trailblazer or her creations, something painfully obvious in her actions. when the trailblazer was facing up against ruan mei's failed attempt to make a replica of the emanator of propagation, ruan mei was no where to be found. but you know who was, just in case he had to step in ? veritas ratio. even though both knew that the replica wasn't likely to hurt the trailblazer, ratio was there.

" since you're here, i won't intercede. but should you fail, i will be forced to prevent some avoidable misfortunes "

( i hate this man so much )

but he was there. he witnessed the fight, and once the threat was over, it was time to get going ( his words, not mine ). he was there to witness you fight, and should he had needed to, he would've stepped in to prevent us from any actual danger. however, when we approach ruan mei after the fight, and we look reasonably upset from her, we don't get an actual apology. she says she regrets her actions, but her words aren't actually about putting us in danger. she was upset that her experiment fell short, that she had made another predictable outcome.

" you look.. upset, correct ? i regret my actions. there's no defending what i've done. time and again, my experiments have fallen short, and they've always yielded predictable results. i made a clone but it.. doesn't hold a candle to the emanator. "

she did say that she would be there if the danger proved to be too great, but she was not. veritas, however, was. both of them said that they would step in if needed, but only one of them was actually in a position to do so. only one of them took preventative measures to make sure that you were safe from harm. and that is not the genius ruan mei, no matter what her words say.

ruan mei has a flowery way of speaking. not to say that she necessarily minces her words, she's upfront about a lot of things. but she lures the trailblazer into a false sense of security. she's introspective, and questions her own actions a lot. but she's never apologetic about the way that her actions put other people in danger, just that they don't yield the results she wants.

ratio, however, is curt. we meet him originally as a brooding, mysterious figure. he's mean, he doesn't use a lot of words to get his point across. he says what he means, and he's a fan of effective communication. he doesn't have to worry about himself, he knows who he is and how is actions affect himself and the people around him, and that leads to people assuming that he's egotistical ( which he might be , a little bit. as a treat ) but the reality is that ratio cares more about the people around him that he'll ever let on.

and that's where he fails. that's the fundamental difference between him and those within the genius society. ruan mei, herta, screwllum, and the other geniuses do not care about anything other than results. and yet ratio is kind. he's inherently kind, his actions are all for other people. he's saved a dozen worlds with his inventions. he's a scholar within the intelligentsia guild, and a doctor saving his patient's lives every single day. he wants to guide people from the shadows towards the right answer, he wants to make them use their brains and think.

he does not act without considering other people. he can't be a genius first, and a human second. and that's where he fails to gain nous' recognition. it's not that he's not not intelligent enough to be a genius, it's that even in his pursuit of knowledge, he has not forgone his humanity.

and perhaps, in nous' eyes, that's the difference between the mediocre and the genius. to erase every part of you, your emotions, your empathy, your humanity, in the pursuit of knowledge is what separates a genius from the masses. not having those barriers allows you to really dig deep into subjects that would otherwise be considered taboo or dangerous, because you don't care about how the outcome affects people as long as you can study it. as long as you can get answers out of what you're studying, it doesn't really matter what the test subjects are feeling.

ratio is too human, too caring, to ever be considered a genius in nous' eyes.

#dr ratio #honkai star rail #honkai sr #star rail #dr ratio hsr #veritas ratio #genius society #ruan mei #herta #hsr #screwllum #analysis post #character analysis #media analysis #discussion #i think he's too kind #kind in the sense that he will care about your wellbeing in a very #ratio way #i love him #and it makes me irrationally angry when people write his character off as a narcissistic asshole #because hes far from it #sorry you cant take a character who doesnt dance around the subject

[silly-little-gooses]

what your favorite the inheritance games character says about you!

from my humble little brain (pls don’t get offended this is a joke)

~ avery - you’re sticking with the classic. a good choice, although a bit boring. you definitely relate to her *cough* daddy issues *cough* and you dream of becoming rich. tig gave you very high standards for men and you’re questioning if they will ever be met.

~ jameson - you’re either madly in love with him or you think he’s cool and relate to his trauma. you’re definitely fun, perhaps irresponsible. you’re extremely loyal and absolutely hilarious pls marry me.

~ grayson - WE GET IT. YOU LIKE HIM. 😐.

~ xander - you have excellent taste, my friend. you definitely relate to him *cough* daddy issues pt 2 *cough* and struggle with being good enough. however, your trauma has made you funny so that’s a plus!

~ nash - to be so fr, idk if yall exist. he is a criminally underrated character. either you think you’re quirky by picking the least popular brother or you think he’s underrated (like me). nash got you into western style and now you say “howdy” unironically.

~ libby - you are an absolute legend. ik I’ve said this but you definitely relate to her trauma with parent issues and abusive relationships. you’re also the sweetest human being ever and ilysm let’s be friends and bake pastries together and have picnics in the woods yk

~ max - god tier sense of humor. you’ve also probably never cursed a day in your life and you’re glad you finally found a character that captured your escense. you either desperately want a xander in your life or you want to be the cool rich sassy single aunt/uncle. either way, ily.

~ emily - you don’t exist

~ eve - you REALLY don’t exist

~ rebecca - hello lgbtq+ community. we get it, you’re angry and angsty and you have great music taste, okay? if you’re queer, you def had internalized homophobia as a child and if you’re not queer, then you just really relate to a character with anxiety.

~ thea - you’re so cool. a bit judgy at times, but still cool!

~ alisa - I support all women’s rights and wrongs and I will support you on your plots for revenge or whenever you’re feeling stressed pooks <3

~ oren - icon. that’s you. that’s all, byeeee!

#the inheritance games #jennifer lynn barnes #avery grambs #booktok #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #headcanon #about you #averyjameson #grayson hawthorne

[utilitycaster]

I don't know how you feel about it, but I was extremely frustrated last night when I found out that break was called after around 3 hours. I just felt that at that point they should have just made it a Crown Keepers episode instead of promising that BH would be back and then them barely being in the episode. I don't know, I'm usually really go with the flow with CRs creative choices, but this was just a real big swing and a miss for me. I wish this had all just been its own episode

So here's my feelings:

My thoughts on EXU Prime, and later Kymal, were that I love the player characters and their relationships and much of the worldbuilding (notably all of Niirdal-Poc and the Qoniira Tetrarchy) and I liked many of Aabria's NPCs but there were some pretty big gaps left in "what the fuck is going on" that left me feeling as though I wouldn't mind seeing the characters again but I didn't feel strongly about continuing the story in-world, if that makes sense. The Aevilux reveal, for example, was sort of what the main plot of EXU Prime hinged upon (ie, that was Myr'atta Niselor's motivation; that was what the deal with Ted was) and so the fact that didn't come out for over 2.5 years irl after it ended meant I'd just kind of said "well, some weirdo from Syngorn really wanted to do shit to Opal for some reason related to her sister, who is also her patron, and we don't know why either of these things is the case, and I guess that's what happened" and made my peace with it. Similarly, I don't know what the Nameless Ones want, and never have (other than, at one point, the circlet of barbed vision, and I don't know why they want it). I made a joke that Myr'atta, Poska, and Otohan are all kind of the same and honestly that is the thing: if you don't know why a villain is doing something - even if the reason is "because I love to be evil and terrible!" it's hard to care, and if those are only villains, it's hard to be invested in the story about the heroes either, even if you like the heroes as characters.

When I say I like how this ended, I mean it - I think it could have gone only a few ways, but I like that Morrighan and Opal have both become divine champions, Morrighan willingly and Opal less so (this is yet another case of "the gods don't do take-backsies on oaths", but also, I do feel for Opal despite it all because of Aimee's excellent work throughout). I mentioned how I felt about the exact details of Cyrus's death but I don't mind that he's dead. Fy'ra was a highlight throughout, as she frequently is, and I think she was faced with two extremely unpleasant choices and made a fascinating decision. But I'd have preferred to see this as a flashback (see next paragraph) or like. Just decide what happened. If I'm being extremely honest a lot of my issues with the Crown Keepers portion is that it felt like there was a very specific desired ending (Opal's complete corruption and Cyrus's death); I also said at some point well before that you can only do so much with the Crown Keepers while Dariax is there because Matt does, even if he's turning his brain off to play our Charisma-only kinda short king, know all the cheat codes for the main campaign. It's kind of like why how, even if the DM will control an absent player during RP, they usually have another player control in combat.

I don't mind that the Bells Hells portion was short. I think the choice to break where they did makes sense given everything else that went on. But I think that, criticism of the actual Crown Keepers portion aside, while you might have lost some of your audience for a Crown Keepers-only episode on the main feed, you would have preserved the drama of FCG's death better and gotten people more excited for the Crown Keepers if you had essentially run things exactly as done here but then just cut the two episodes together, which, as a pre-taped medium, they can now do! Hindsight is again 20-20 but: Run the first half of 92 as is. Break and tape a full Crown Keepers episode. Return to Bells Hells and narrate the message back from Dorian saying he'll be there, play out the rest of Bells Hells in the camp dealing with FCG's death, and then have Dorian arrive at the very end of that episode and end the episode when the party asks him what's been going on with him, then reveal there will be a Crown Keepers episode. Air your full Crown Keepers episode as episode 93, and then return to the main campaign with 94. It would have been better balanced in terms of time, people who wanted the Crown Keepers to return would have gotten hyped up, and people who dislike them or are neutral would have at least known what to expect and frankly if they skip the episode that's their choice to make. Hell, since there were 2 weeks? Could have even been like "hey, we'll do a Crown Keepers Marathon on Twitch and Youtube on some random weekday" to build up some hype!

So overall my answer is that I agree this wasn't a great creative choice. I don't think this means they shouldn't take big swings! But some will be misses and this was, while not an entire miss for me, at best a walk.

#answered #minxie-the-sabertooth-kitty #cr spoilers

[cresneta]

One thing that I like about Franky is the fact that he hasn't made a pass at Yor even though he knows the Forger marriage is fake. I can't help but think that a character with less scruples and sense, but who is just as desperate to be loved, would have done so by now. It's nice to see a character like Franky be a good bro, and I think it's part of the reason why many of us are rooting for him to eventually find love.

At this point, I highly doubt Franky will ever make a pass at Yor unless he's trying to get Loid to admit his feelings for her or something along those lines.

#spy x family #franky franklin #loid forger #yor forger #I'll admit I'm not personally on board with any ships involving him just yet #I still want franky to find love before the series ends #spy x family ramblings

[incorrect-rqg]

Okay my intent here is not to start drama in the rqg fandom in 2024 because I love this community and frankly it's not that deep, but there's something I just wanna talk about for a sec.

I've seen the sentiment around lately that the party is unnecessarily cruel to Wilde - from the Prague arc all the way up to Damascus or even Japan - and that this specifically contributes to Wilde's guardedness and unwillingness to be emotionally open with the party throughout the show. That he goes "oh, you want me to be the snarky punching bag with no feelings? Then that's what I'll be."

While this is a sentiment I generally agree with, I take some issue with the idea that the party - Grizzop specifically - is mean to Wilde for "no reason".

Grizzop has a very good reason to dislike being around Wilde, which he expresses on numerous occasions - Wilde's lack of respect for Grizzop's personhood and his use of condescending and demeaning language.

While Wilde never actually calls Grizzop "It" like he'd later claim (just a result of long gaps between sessions and Ben being a human being with imperfect memory), he does call him "this one" and generally treat him in a dismissive and condescending way, even after being told to stop numerous times.

Now, I've seen the argument that this is kind of just how Wilde talks to everyone. That's just who he is, especially in earlier arcs. This isn't entirely untrue, but that doesn't change the fact that like... Grizzop is a goblin (in the RQGverse a minority race with a history of oppression), who has been the target of this kind of language and attitude from humans his entire life. He's entirely warranted in being upset at being treated this way. Wilde doesn't ever really give Grizzop any reason to like him, and frankly Grizzop doesn't owe Wilde jack shit.

Another scenario is the iconic moment where Grizzop punches Wilde in the dick. I made a post about this a couple days ago while Very High and then forgot to delete it in the morning so it's just up now. But I've seen a couple comments (on the post and elsewhere) being like "poor Wilde :(" or "he didn't deserve that" and like... He kinda did? He was being antagonistic and negging Sasha, deliberately trying to make her feel worse about her upcoming Risky Medical Procedure. Even if it was just him being silly that's still a pretty shitty thing to do. You can argue that Grizzop went overboard with the physical violence, but arguing that it wasn't at all warranted doesn't make sense to me.

I love Wilde as much as the next rqg fan. He's probably my favourite character, maybe behind Sasha. But in order to appreciate the extent of his character growth it's important to recognize situations where yeah, he was being shitty and antagonistic.

And, even in a scenario as silly and fantastical as this, I still think it's important to not brush off the experiences of a marginalized person who says they're a target of discriminatory language, even if the perpetrator is someone you like. Wilde is white, and charming, and wealthy, and in a position of power over Grizzop as his handler and as a government representative. He is not the victim in this situation.

Again, very much not looking to start shit here, especially because "aw, poor Wilde :(" is definitely a thought I've had while listening to early RQG. This is just something I've been thinking about a lot during my current relisten and wanted to share with you guys.

#RQG meta #rqg #rusty quill gaming #not a quote #rqg wilde #rqg grizzop #grizzop drik acht amsterdam