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ikigaisvt · 9 months

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A good job kiss and red roses.

in which you are jealous of jeonghan giving out roses to his fans during his concert and he catches on quicker than you think.

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader words count: 883 content: fluff, domestic, idol au warnings: extremely self indulgent im so sorry, a little bit of angst? reader is jealous for like 2 seconds, petnames (for reader: angel, love, sweetheart / for jeonghan: my love), skinship (hug, backhug, talk of kiss, implied kiss), reader is smaller than jeonghan note: hi everyone! i didn't thought i'd post something tonight but today's concert and jeonghan's selca on twt ruined me,;;,;,,, so i have been deluluing! shoutout to @homerunhansol for deluluing with me all day,, this came to be because she told me jeonghan is my bf and he is giving me flowers. i haven't recovered yet! i hope everyone likes it, don't be shy to send feebacks and reblog! (and yes i made a reference to jeonghan's solo song during ideal cut,,, @ jeonghan perform purple rose again pls)

Tonight is one of those night I wish I wasn’t dating an idol, you think to yourself. Of course, you love your boyfriend, Jeonghan, more than words could ever say. You don’t know why it pulls at you heart strings so much to see him give flowers to his fans – maybe it comes from the fact that he gave you flowers only thrice in your 2 years of dating. You know deep down it doesn’t have the same meaning when he gives flowers to his fans between when he gives you flowers – and yet you can’t stop the jealousy seeping in your bones and the pout forming on your lips.

As you wait for him to come home, you continue to scroll down through all the photos and videos you see of fans getting a flower from Jeonghan tonight. I am not going to be jealous; you say to yourself. Once he comes home, this stops. As you look at the clock, you realize he should have come home at least an hour ago but you don’t even have the time to worry that you hear the front door opens and the familiar sound of his steps – just from the sound, you know he is trying to get his shoes off without bending down. Typical Jeonghan.

"Jeonghan?" you call out to him.

"Angel? You waited up for me? Wait- I’m just trying to get this off." you hear him mumble to himself.

You set down your phone and get up from the couch to greet him – and give him his congratulation kiss for a good job. As you make your way to him, you remind yourself to stop being so jealous – and to stop pouting. You don’t even get to the entry that Jeonghan appears in front of you, pretty as ever – and carrying a bouquet of red roses, a little withered.

"I’m sorry I came home so late", he tells you, "I- I had to pick this up", he says as he holds out the bouquet in front of you.

"Is this for me?" you ask him, taking the bouquet in your hands. I can’t believe I doubted him even one second, you tell yourself.

"Of course, love", he says, "who else could it be for?" he says with a teasing tone.

Oh, he knows.

"Your fans, I guess", you mumble more to yourself than for him.

"What was that?" he questions as he follows you into the kitchen.

"You know it all, don’t make me say it again", you answer as you fill a vase with water for your roses. They really need it.

"Yeah, I do, sweetheart", he tells you, his voice getting quieter and not so teasing anymore, encircling your waist with his arms and his chin finding rest on your shoulder. "I can promise you that this doesn’t mean the same. To give them flowers and to give you flowers."

"I know", you say as you work on putting the roses in the vase correctly. You set it down on the counter delicately and put your hands over Jeonghan’s. "I’m not mad, I promise", you almost whisper. "I was a little jealous but now I’m okay. Thank you for the roses, my love", you tell him as your turn around in his hold, your arms resting on his shoulder. "But how did you know I would need this?"

"I realized when I was getting my makeup done for the concert", he tells you, his thumb making circles on the exposed part of your skin – between your shorts and your shirt. "I begged my manager to go buy a bouquet of red roses and drop it off at the dorm. I guess neither him or Seungkwan thought about putting it in water hence why they look so sad", he explains as his hand reaches the roses behind you, your gaze following his movement. "I went directly from the concert hall to pick it up but the traffic was insane so I got here late."

"You didn’t have to do all that, Jeonghan. Especially after that insane concert."

"I know", he says, gazing at you, "but I truly wanted to. Did you watch it?"

"Yeah, I did, you were all amazing. I was cheering for another Aju Nice round", you chuckle.

"We might have died if we kept going", he chuckles. "Thank you for watching it, angel. But I think we’re forgetting something here."

"We are?" you say with a smile, having a pretty good idea of what it is. "And what is that handsome boy?" you say, your fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

"Where’s my good job kiss?" he asks in a pout.

"You will get it on one condition", you tease him.

"Tell me anything and I’ll do it."

"Yoon Jeonghan, you are tempting me right now", you giggle. "Can I choose the color of the next bouquet of roses you’ll get me?"

"Oh angel, of course", he says, "what color would you like?"

"Purple roses", you whisper as you get on your tiptoe to kiss him. After all, he did a perfect job tonight – at both being a boyfriend and an idol.

thank you so much for reading, i hope you liked it! if you did please don't forget to reblog

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pryllee · 1 month

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Sly kitty.

Scara x Fem! Reader

Flirting, SLIGHTLY suggestive, modern AU, college AU, idk

A/N: Finally decided to post this after it collected dust for like a month or three in my drafts/privated.

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Part 1 / Part 2

You sat there, across from Scara as you stabbed into your lunch with your mind wandering away. As the blood drains even harder from your face, his smirk that he tried to hide so badly failed thrice as hard.

"Why so gloomy?" His eyes flickered to your hand, following the movement of a fork hammering into your food up and down.

"What silly trick do you have up your sleeve up this time, hmm?" You glare, cutting a portion, shoving it down your throat one after another.

"Oh come on, if this is what a bad day looks like, you clearly won't be liking tomorrow, dear." He laughs, making a portion almost go down your lungs,

"Excuse me? Tomorrow what now?" You grasp onto your sore throat making him laugh harder, was that meant to be sarcasm? You flush a slight red gritting your teeth, rushing to grab a random book from your bag, slamming it HARD against his face almost making his nose bleed.

"Ow fuck! Calm down, it was just a joke!" He pinches his nose, his head leaning backwards to apparently 'help' with the escaping blood, at this rate, you're hoping he dies from the slow increasing lack of blood in his body. "Piss off." You slide the book back in your bag, walking away with the tray with a bunch of leftovers on it.

"Ah whats her problem? I thought girls liked flirting." He stared at your fading silhouette.

As soon as class ends, you slowly shake your head around trying to spot Scara. You find him with a small tissue rolled up inside his nostril, exiting the classroom.

"Ah... wait!" You run to grab his shoulder, "Hm?" He glanced at you as a random girls voice echoes throughout the hall over to you both.

"Scara-kun? Are you coming?" His attention is diverted over to someone. Who..? No way, did he already get a girlfriend right after calling me that stupid pet name? Ah seriously this little.... - You look over, seeing a girl whos far younger than anyone here. "What? Who is she...?"

"Are you talking about Keni? Just a kid I agreed to tutor after school. I don't know why but her mom trusts me a lot." A vivid image of a middle aged woman pops up in your mind, with a thumbs up gesture. Quote; 'You can do it! Its your chance!'

"Do you have anyone at your house today? If not... I could whip something up for you over there." You give a wry smile in hopes of acceptance, his eyes lit up slightly. "Sure, you don't really need to make me anything though, Keni would love some pancakes." He walked away, clearly trying to hide something as Keni followed behind, running energetically.

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Fast forward over to his house, you grab an apron, and some basic needs to start cooking. - Hmm... I wonder what he likes. Should I just make him some chicken katsu? I guess I'll make that and pancakes for me and Keni.

You started to make the batter for the pancakes, overhearing some distinct chatter between the two at the table. You were so focused on something else, that you almost tipped over the entire bowl of the batter, though you still spilled quite a lot.

A sudden shock overtakes you, making your face flush a bright red and skin burn when a hand latches onto your waist, and another onto your wrist. "Be careful. You're no use if you'll end up spilling everything. It's already a hindrance that you have a huge mess piled up." His voice felt like it was blowing gently into your ear, his chest pressed against your back as his hand guided yours.

You hear a little snicker from behind as you shove his hand and slap away the leeching hand on your waist. "I can do it myself, or if you want I can burn this whole place down."

"Oh sure thing miss professional, step aside and let me follow your amazing tutorial." He takes your spot in cooking, as you end up being shoo'ed away with a gesture to 'go wash up'

Meanwhile, Keni is well... a little flabbergasted.

As you start to wash yourself up, your hand navigates itself over to your chest, feeling your heart beating faster than ever. Your skin burning a pinkish hue, as a new feeling pops up in your heart, your stomach feeling like there was a huge pit, it felt like something was missing, it felt like so odd. — I must be going insane. —

He was a good friend, but everytime you began to love him, a huge anxious pit developed inside your stomach, which made you feel unsure.

He has never had any interest in love. After all, he is a puppet with no heart, can you really trust him knowing that? A huge sense of guilt overlapped your whole body, running fingers through your hair. You weren't even sure if you deserve to be apart of his lives chapter at all.

After all, this has and had always happened to you. You shook it off, trying to finish your little 'wash up' time as quickly as possibly. "Hmm... I didn't bring any spare clothes. But there is a clean pair right here..."

You walk out, drying your hair with a towel as you saw them eating... Well. Only Keni was eating, however Scara was just drinking tea, I guess he still likes tea.

His clothes smelled good, and it felt warm. "Oh, those... are my clothes." He scanned your figure, looking dazed as he takes larger sips of his extremely dark tea.

"Should I change out of them?" You tease, making him flush a pinkish red. "Nnnooo...." raised your eyebrows at him.

"Oh well, your clothes are comfortable, where do you buy them?"

"Its a little difficult to describe, but if you want I can show you where tomorrow. Perhaps you could consider it a date." His frown turned upside down sheepishly,

"Ah... what?"

"Nothing, however I am assuming thats a yes." His eyes flickered over to Kenis papers, sitting down beside her. "Alright, so you should..."

His voice faded out into the background, giving you time to contemplate on what he had just said. You took your phone out, looking at the time to find its already super late.

"Ha...?" Confused, you restart your phone biting on your nails. "I should get going..."

Only whispering to yourself, but it managed to catch his attention. "You're leaving already? Its quite late isn't it?" As he continued to help the little girl beside him.

"Uh... Its not like I really have anything going on at home but...-" cut off, "Just stay here for the night. Its just one night after all." You stayed silent, watching his movement helping Keni, wait... Has she been listening in silenc–

Now fastforward to a few hours later, he guides you over to the guestroom, "You can stay in this room, but if its too dusty for you, you could take a look at the other one." He asked, glancing over to check the expression plastered onto your face.

"It's fine, its just for a night anyway, thanks for trying to keep me safe though I'm clearly responsible enough." You tease, settling into the room.

He stared shortly, before closing the door, walking away to his room with a blank expression. "Hm... "

Not any later into the midnight, you woke from your sleep due to a nightmare, eyes flashing open with your chest heaving up and down. "Shit... My head.." It felt like someone had stuck a needle through your head due to the piercing pain that stuck from the nightmare.

You held onto your head as you nauseously walked out of your half-opened rooms door. You reached out your left hand, holding your head with the other as you tried to count the doors away to his room.

You pushed a door open, walking inside assuming it was his. His eyes quickly shot over to you concerned, he was wrapped with a fluffy soft blanket as he played on a 'Xbox'. "... Huh?" He spoke with a quizzical tone calling out your name, walking to you with the blanket, wrapping you with it instead.

"Uh, you alright?" Brows slightly furrowing, you nodded; "Yes.. Kind of.." You sighed. Burrowing yourself into his blanket, trying to wrap yourself like a burrito,

"Go back to your room, I'll make you a hot choco... If you even can by yourself." You nodded, walking out again with the blanket loosely yet tightly wrapped around your body, falling onto your mattress still feeling sick to the core.

You heard his wary footsteps, turning you around and making you sit up, "Can't you drink it by yourself?" You nod in response, but he sighed in annoyance as he placed the mug over to your lips for easy access to the hot choco.

Watching your lips slowly be stained from the hot choco and slightly glistening each second dusted his cheeks with a pinkish hue. Till you stopped and mumbled about something like; ’'m too full..’ as you fell asleep straight away. He scoffed at the sight of the possibly wasted leftovers, only to decide on drinking it. And he hoped your dang 'condition' isn't infectious.

Now morning, the sun eagerly shone onto your face peeking from the blinds. "Ugh... It's already morning...?" You whined, tossing around in bed sleepily.

Someone knocked... once-twice-thrice, on your door waking you up alertly, "You awake yet?" The voice seemed to be Scara behind the locked door.

"Come in...– Oh wait, the doors locked." sighed, you did. Getting up making the 'soft fluffy' blanket fall, and to lazily unlock the door, twisting the knob opening it for him.

"You said you wanted to check out the place I buy clothes at, how come you're still so tired?" He scolded.

"Ugh...-gimme a break. It's so early." You sobbed back in response, yet he pointed at the wall clock somehow right infront of 'your room', the time showing 10:21 am

"It's the perfect time to go now, unless you want the parade to be rained on when we have to go home around 2 pm." Crossing his arms, "Oh c'mon, are we even gonna take that long?" complained, you did.

"I'll just go shower first. You better be alert and awake when I come back." He complained back, walking away downstairs to shower, you scoffed angrily throwing yourself back into bed for a few minutes before getting back up—You are the one who did ask after all.

You walked slowly downstairs, sitting down near the table in another sleeping type of position as you burrowed your head into the table.

"I'm done, you can go now, you can borrow one of my moms extra pair of clothing." He said while drying out his hair with a towel, walking away upstairs to do something.

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yea thats it. I'll make a part 2 in idk

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darklyndivinely · 11 months

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For The Rest of My Life

Fandom - Obey Me!

Pairing - Lucifer x gn!reader

Summary - Lucifer proposes to you.

Warnings - Fluff, Suggestive content, marriage proposal, kissing.

Wordcount - 580+

A/N - Happy belated birthday to my favourite boi. The original plan was to write something angsty, it turned out fluffy instead. Just wanted to say that I really appreciate everyone who interacts with my posts, especially all the reblogs and tags. Y'all keep me sane, y'know. Hope you like this!

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The door clicks shut with a relieving finality. You discard your jacket and shoes, sighing at the lessened weight and stretch your tired body. Lucifer encircles your figure from behind, familiar and imposing, and nuzzles into your neck with a deep inhale. A smile pulls at your lips. You entangle a hand in his hair, resting your head back against his shoulder.

“This might be my favourite part of today,” he breathes, beginning to pepper kisses on your skin.

You release a shuddering breath when he teases the sharp of his canine against your collarbone, and turn, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. His hand presses against your waist, sending a flutter through your stomach as he draws your body closer.

You fist the collar of his shirt, still trying to capture the full taste of the Demonus on his tongue and shift your weight on the balls of your feet. Take me to bed, the action means. But Lucifer pulls away, satiating your chasing lips with a chaste peck, and rests his forehead against yours. You gulp in deep breaths to calm your breathing, and cup his face, tilting his head to gaze at him, and tenderly swipe at his cheekbone. Everything ok?

Lucifer’s eyes flick between yours, searching, thinking; twice, thrice. “I have something for you.”

“What is it?”

He pulls away, straightens his collar, and smoothes his shirt. His hands are shaking, you notice. As he slowly digs into his pockets, anxiety coalesces in your throat. What is he doing?

Lucifer pulls out a small red box and your heart lurches to your stomach. Gently, he lowers to a knee, eyes fixated on your face and flicks the box open. It’s an elegant ring, simple and sober, crafted richly and thoughtfully. You stare at it, thoughts slowing as if immersed in quicksand.

“I know that I am not always very forthcoming with my feelings,” he starts. “Since you’ve arrived at Devildom I have only let you down, hurt you and underestimated you. I have been the worst version of myself to you. But these years that we’ve spent together, they’ve changed me. You’ve changed me. You have become an integral part of my life, of my family, of me. You have come to mean to me more than I had ever thought possible. I can’t imagine a universe where we don’t belong together... I love you. If you’d let me, I would like to love you for the rest of my life... Marry me, please.”

“Lucifer...”

You stare into his eyes, looking at you with such hope and love. How many people had Lucifer knelt for? How many had he professed his love for?

“I love you too,” you say, feeling your heart lighting up with the words. “Yes. Yes. I’d love to marry you.”

Lucifer smiles, bright and wide, the shine of a thousand suns in his joy. The most beautiful creature to exist, indeed. He extracts the ring and slides it on your finger, snug and perfect. You stare at it, overjoyed, and meet Lucifer’s kiss halfway.

“I love you,” he says, kissing you so fervently. “I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

This time there’s no need for you to indicate anything to him. He leads your figures backwards and onto the bed himself to make do on his vow to love you for the rest of his life.

You laugh against his lips, electricity in your veins. “I love you too, Lucifer.”

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loislane41319 · 9 months

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Bad days.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x reader

Wordcount: 1282

Summary: You have a terrible day and because of it, you miss your date with Jay. Can he forgive you?

Warnings: none.

Note: Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have another finished story and am working on a new one, so hopefully I won't be as long next time.

Story:

You had been looking forward to it for a while. You really liked him and the last thing you wanted was to loose him just because life got in the way.

It had started as soon as you had woken up this morning. The night before you had turned on your alarm for the wrong time and now you had overslept. You shot out of bed, texting your boss you’d be late and went through your morning routine as fast as you possibly could. Of course things couldn’t go smoothly from then. You slipped twice and dropped your breakfast all over the kitchen floor. For a second, you contemplated calling in sick, but you had already told your boss you’d be there.

So, you took a deep breath and walked out the door, already dreading the day to come. There was one thing you were looking forward to though. You had a dinner date. You had moved into your building just over a month ago and not long after you had met the handsome detective living a floor below you. You had been carrying some boxes to the elevator to bring to your new appartement, but you had been carrying so much you hadn’t noticed him. So, of course, you bumped into him and dropped everything you were carrying. Could it be more cliché? He had introduced himself as Jay, a detective with the intelligence unit of the Chicago Police Department. Being an absolute gentleman, he had helped you carry the boxes to your apartment. You had given him a tour and couldn’t help but feel sad when, after getting a text, he had told you he had to leave. However, that feeling completely disappeared when he asked you if you wanted to get a beer with him. You wanted nothing more than to see him again and apparently that applied to him as well.

After the beer came dinner and before you could comprehend what was happening, you found yourself falling for detective Jay Halstead.

Only, now you had screwed up. One of your colleagues had been bugging you all day and because of it you had to stay late to finish your own work. When you finally were able to go home, it had started raining. At home, things seemed to get better. You had almost slipped thrice in the bathroom and kitchen, but you hadn’t actually fallen… yet. Once you were ready, you were actually impressed with the look you had created. You wore a pretty dress, matching heels, had your hair in a fancy looking bun and while you were wearing less make-up than usual, it was clear you had put time and effort into it. Of course your bad luck couldn’t just turn around, so the moment you were ready to leave, you found out your alarm never went off and you were already fifteen minutes late.

When you noticed the elevator was out of order, you weren’t even surprised. The universe just wasn’t on your side today. You sighed and started rushing towards to stairs.

After finally getting to your car, the stupid thing wouldn’t start. Why? You had no idea. All you knew was that you had to get to the restaurant, where Jay was. Because somehow you knew he was the one thing that could make this terrible day a little better. So, you figured you weren’t out of options yet and started making your way towards the busstop.

Half an hour later, you finally crashed through the doors of the restaurant. Soaked, because it was still raining and flushed, because you had to run the last hundred metres to the restaurant. The server at the door looked at you like you came from another planet. “M-mam, can I help you?” He asked. “Table for two, under Halstead. Is he still here?” You asked the young man once you had caught your breath. “I’m sorry mam, but the man who was at that table already left.” You felt like crying once those words left the man’s mouth. For a few minutes you just stood there. How could this have happened? You were sure Jay hated you now. Here he was, a kind, funny and handsome man who actually liked you and of course you managed to make a mess out of it.

Suddenly your brain stopped spinning. So what if he had never been stood up before. You had done what you could to get there on time and you were going to make sure he knew that.

You had already raised your had to knock on his door when you hesitated. Would he want to see you? Did he hate you? Would telling him what happened actually change anything?

You threw the doubts out of your mind and knocked on the door. Nothing happened. Was he home? Did he go somewhere after waiting for you?

You were about to knock again, when the door opened. “Y/N?” He asked. For a second you couldn’t get a word out. You just took in his appearance. He had already changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. He had been home for a while. Then you found your words again. “Jay, I’m so sorry for tonight. Everything just went wrong today. First I overslept, than my stupid colleague couldn’t stop asking questions so I had to stay late to finish my own work and the elevator was broken and then my car wouldn’t start so I had to take the bus, but of course the bus stop was like ten minutes away from the restaurant and god, you must hate me right now.” You rambled and once you stopped, you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head was in your hands and your cheeks were covered in tears. You expected Jay to just close the door and leave you there… but he didn’t. You didn’t know what to think when you felt his arms around you. Just grabbed him tightly and let go of all the frustration, anger and disappointment that had built up inside you today. Jay just held you and softly drew soothing figures on your back. You had no idea why, but your were incredibly glad for the way he was treating you.

Once you had calmed down, you let go. “I’m so sorry, you were planning on spending a nice night at a nice restaurant with a pretty girl and instead you get this blubbering mess.” You said. “Hey, you’re beautiful, even when your soaked, crying and have streaks of mascara all over your face. Also, you don’t have to apologise for standing me up. It sounds like you did everything you could to get to that restaurant. You just had a bad day and that happens to the best of us. There’s nothing to do about that. And we can still have a nice night. How about you go get cleaned up, I’ll order us a pizza and we’ll watch a movie together? Okay?” Jay said. You looked up at him. “How in the world did I get lucky enough to find you?” You asked softly. “Oh no, I’m the lucky one here.” Jay then told you. You couldn’t help but kiss him.

After a few minutes you let go. “I’ll be back in ten.” You told him and walked away.

That night you enjoyed a simple pizza and movie date more than you ever thought possible, just because of your company. You did end up falling asleep before the end of the movie, so Jay had picked you up and laid you down in his bed. You could finish the movie tomorrow and neither of you minded waking up together at all.

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broomsick · 5 months

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I want to learn seidr but idk where to start or what resources are even valid and not tainted by bigotry or transphobia. A lot of posts are very vague, too. So I have no idea what they actually mean. Any thoughts?

Hello! Thank you so much for the ask.

Seiðr is quite the mysterious practice, which is why you must have found difficult to find trustworthy sources, or even one that could clearly define its nature. We currently know very, very little about it. What we do know for sure is that it was a form of pre-Christian magical practice, the uses of which stretched from divination to healing, luck-bringing, controlling weather and making game plentiful (archaeologist Neil Price). It was neither a force of "good" nor one of "evil", as it could also be used to fulfill malicious purposes, such as to cause conflicts or cast curses.

Unlike galdr, which was often practiced by men, seiðr was seen as a rather "feminine" practice. But as always, there have been exceptions to this: after all, mythology has it Óðinn himself, in his eternal search for knowledge, had learned to master seiðr! Though it was considered dishonorable for men to practice it back in Iron Age Scandinavia, it was common enough for a word to describe such men to emerge: seiðmenn. For this reason, neither galdr not seiðr are (or ever have been) confined to specific genders. This, I felt compelled to specify, especially since you've mentionned having stumbled upon many transphobic posts in your research. Galdr and seiðr do not belong to any given gender.

Another difference we could find in modern practice as opposed to historical practice is the means to reach the seiðrkona's staple trance. Archeological finds have informed us that the practice often would have involved trance-inducing intoxicants, which would have enabled the practionner to receive visions and use divination. It's possible for us to recreate such conditions in vastly different ways, namely, using music, chants, repetitive motions and the like.

Now, what's interesting to note is that the Goddess Freyja was also said to be a master of the art. Since she is often thought to be the archetype of a völva, magic practitionners who famously carried a long staff which was crucial to their craft. The term völur actually means "staff carrier", or "wand carrier". This means that to anybody seeking to re-construct this practice, the use of some sort of staff would be near essential.

Though the accounts describing völur and their work are sparse, it's still possible for us to make out a few recurring informations: they were wanderers (and were generally viewed as standing apart from society), which makes them likely to have had some sort of connection with the God Óðinn, and they went from village to village to offer their help and insights. When welcomed into a household, it's very likely they would have been offered to sit at the head of the table, replacing whoever was the head of house in their seat. This means that their presence was considered of the highest respectability. If you're interested in learning more about völur, I suggest checking out the Saga of Erik the Red, which contains the most detailed account of a völva known today.

Another interesting detail to be noted about seiðr is that weaving, whether it was physical or metaphysical, was a central part of the practice. After all, the Norns, who weave the Wyrd, are said to be the greatest of Seiðkonur. Another mythical element to support this theory is that Freyja as a deity seems to share lots of common points with Frigg. In fact, it's very likely the two were worshipped as one deity at some point in time, and depending on the areas. While Freyja is said to be a magician, capable of surviving a pyre thrice, famously, Frigg is more a clairvoyant master of divination, able to foresee the future. And both these different types of witchcraft could very well be considered seiðr practices! Now, Frigg is often depicted weaving using a spindle. That's because her myth has it she is the one who weaves the clouds, and is therefore a talented artist in this domain, which furthers the connection between magic (or at the very least, divination) and the textile arts. It's also interesting to note that the Nornir and Frigg have one major element in common: their ties with fate. While the Nornir weave fate, Frigg knows everything that's to come in the future, though she never speaks a word of it. This particular element of their respective stories greatly emphasizes the imortance of divination and foresight within seiðr practices.

Though I do work with witchcrat, I don't consider myself a practionner of this art per say. That's because oftentimes, the nordic magic I use takes the form of rune-carving, a practice inherent to taufr instead of seiðr. What little information we have on seiðr is unfortunately not enough to determine exactly how it was practiced, apart from the fiew hints here and there. I'm sorry that I can't be of much more help concerning this topic, but I'll link below a few online articles to check out if you're interested in some further reading.

Seidr

Seiðstaffs of the Völur

Encounters with Völur

Manning the High Seat: Seiðr as Self-Making in Contemporary Norse Neopaganisms

The double world: seidr and the problem of Old Norse 'magic'

Norse Magic: Seidr, Shapeshifting, Runes, & More

I will also suggest the book The Norse Sorceress Mind and Materiality in the Viking World and this video, which dive a lot deeper into the topic than I could. The YouTuber Arith Härger, who has multiple times stated his adherence to inclusive heathenry, has posted multiple videos on seiðr in the past, as well.

#magic #heathenry #witchcraft #norse paganism #polytheism #norse polytheism #spirituality #paganism #norse gods #deity work #deities #pagan

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philialoving · 10 months

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❝𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜𝐞𝐨!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: aodjj i was so hesitant about posting this istg

gojo’s steps are heard throughout the hallways of your company. he has only one goal in mind and it’s to get to you, his work-partner whom he is very in love with.

he finally stumbles on your secretary and eagerly asks her, “hey, where’s y/n?”

the secretary knowingly smiles, “in her office, sir; however, I would like to tell you that she has been in there for quite some time today.”

it wasn’t the first time he has visited you and every single time he had a different excuse. either “I wanted to discuss future plans!” or “I had some free time!”

gojo hums, nodding to her before walk to your office and knocking on your door, “y/n! your favorite ceo is here!”

he waits a moment before opening the door, “sweets, you there?”

then he halts in his steps.

you’re sleeping, deeply sleeping; you usually wake up from your naps whenever you hear the door open—you call it instinct but he calls it paranoia so you hit him.

he takes light steps towards you until he is right beside you. your hair is covering your face and his hand naturally tucks it behind your ear.

you look beautiful, he thinks.

“y/n,” he whispers and you stir lightly, making him chuckle.

he poked your cheek once: no reaction. twice: no reaction. thrice: he gets his finger bit.

“ow! is this what I get for trying to wake up as gently as I could?!”

you get up, grumbling, “no one wakes someone like that, mr. gojo.”

“hey now, don’t degrade me to mr. gojo once again,” he pouts and you simply roll your eyes.

“why are you here anyway?”

“I got worried about you and! I wanted to see you.”

you quirk an eyebrow, “playing with my feelings is getting you no where,” you look up, “what deal or idea did you want to discuss?”

you await a response but gojo is unmoving.

he looks down at you with a gaze as serious as the ones you see in your meeting room, “you think I am playing with you?”

you quirk an eyebrow, “are you not?”

a frown settles on his lips, “I mean, I don’t think a man playing with you would be so crazy for your attention, no?”

you stand up, “in this line of work, I can’t risk it; you know that,” you walk towards your book shelves, “I am responsible for so many things and I can’t have a romantic relationship make me forget that.”

“y/n, how long have we known each other?”

his eyes follow you and it makes you a little nervous so you fidget lightly with your fingers as you respond, “since we were kids.”

“I have loved you before any of us got rich or became ceos; how did you not notice?”

you turn your back to him, and he approaches, steps a bit cautious, “y/n, I love you—“

“don’t say that!” you snap.

his eyes widen, but he is silent as you look at him, “how am I supposed to believe you? and even if I did, what will happen then?”

“I will do my best to make you the happiest person ever,” he says, determination, unwavering.

“but, satoru…”

“give me a chance, just one,” he takes your hands into his own, “if I fail you then…you can do anything you want.”

“like?”

he shrugs, and for some reason, he can’t keep eye contact anymore, “maybe punch me or whatever.”

“can’t I do that now?” you say, a smile threatening to creep up.

he looks at you, narrowing his eyes, “you must think you’re so funny.”

you nod, proudly and satoru is just exasperated at this point. he nudges your shoulder, “so you going to give me a chance or will you be the one playing with my feelings?”

“fine, I guess,” you chuckle, and he has never beamed nor shone so brightly this quick.

he tackles you in a hug, “I won’t disappoint you, sweets!”

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sam-blackbird · 2 months

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An analyse of Umbrella Academy s4's posters (beware of s3 spoilers, ofc)

Hi! Today, the official Umbrella Academy Instagram account published season 4 posters, and since I'm very excited about this, I'm gonna try to analyse the posters, or what I can tell about them.

It's going to be long so grab a snack if you want / can, put on a cool playlist, and let's dive down! I'm going to do it poster by poster, in the order it was posted, from the oldest post to the newest (so not in numeral order).

We can notice that the characters are cut in two, the Portal way.

Anyway. First of all: Viktor !

Ngl, I had a moment when I saw he had the masculine uniform.

But past my joyful moment, my mind went racing so fast I couldn't keep it down, I had to share my thoughts (even if there may be only one person reading me, but whatever).

First thing first, it's interesting that the first one isn't Luther but Viktor, who is, the main character of the show (or at least, that's how I see it). Or a least the most important one. (if the last scene is Viktor ending his reading of his new book, about his siblings, not only would it be a fucking good epanadiplosis but it would make me cry the hell out of me)

After all, the show open with him, following him. And nothing would happen if it wasn't for him. He's the one trying to get the family stick together, and (unwillingly) starting apocalypse (twice or thrice, shit happens).

Let's focus on the poster now. On the left, we have a clothing reminding us of the Umbrella Academy days, or rather the "how it was before the show", except they are adult, and Viktor is here shown post-transition (and not pre-, as he was in the first two seasons). What does that mean? Fuck if I know. That being said, I think it have its importance (if they wanted to put children instead, they would have, wouldn't they?). However, we can note that he is not wearing neither the boy shorts (nor girl's skirt, for obvious reasons), but some secretly third option, aka a grey pant (is it the sport pant?). He is standing out himself, as a trans man (not wearing a skirt, yet not wearing the boy uniform either, as if he wasn't fully in that category somehow? idk).

Viktor's posture is straight (lol), and I associate it with being calm, obedient (he listen to everything Reginald says (ex: take these pills), and since Reginald is perceived as a father figure, it makes sense that Viktor wants to obey him, maybe hoping he (Viktor) will be loved and recognized as valuable). And also with being like a puppet. Or a muppet. The point is: He's not free of his movement, he doesn't have free will.

His face doesn't look happy. Nor sad. Just... neutral. He's just... there.

On the right, we can't see his face, yet his posture seems way more relaxed! He's wearing casual clothes, more modern ones, adapted to the world without powers they're now seems to live at the end of season 3.

His looks reminds me of the one of Tyler Ronan from Tell Me Why, a game by the studio Don't Nod (I fucking love that game). Both characters are trans man.

(This are pictures of Tyler. I had to restrain myself because we're not here from ma boi Tyler) (I have way too many pictures of that icon)

Anyway. Casual clothes. Blue, like the uniform. I won't analyse that, this post is already long enough.

Tbh, I haven't saw again the last episode of season 3, so I don't remember if it was the clothes they were wearing or new ones.

Also, Viktor is holding an umbrella in his right hand, probably a reference to the Umbrella days. Like, it's a part of him, he can't leave it behind, he physically have it with him (even if he doesn't have the power).

And the Umbrella is closed, unlike the ones from the previous seasons's posters.

Like, season 2's were opened (and full), and season 3's were opened and damaged (and they were hiding the protagonists' faces, showing implicitly the influence of the academy on them).

Next one, Luther !

We almost can see his face on the right!

But anyway, let's start by the left. Luther is walking, straight, in what could be either a military walk or a relaxed one (? don't quote me on this please, I can't explain). His posture screams "confidence" and "I'm number one, I'm a leader, follow me!". Or something like that, I'm no posture reader, just someone who watched way too much police and detective shows. He's wearing the Umbrella uniform (and it's so fucking weird to see it on a grown ass man!). His hair are cut short.

On the right, he's wearing a more casual look. There's something going one with his arm muscles, but I can't be bother to search what. His hair are longer than on the left. He is wearing gloves and an umbrella, and walking shoes. His umbrella is cutting his name (does it have some symbolism? Maybe.)

He's still wearing blue (like Viktor), even if it's a different kind of blue (and it kinda fit him).

Nothing more to add. (yes, I have my favorites, and despite liking Luther, I won't kill my eyesight anymore than necessary for details).

Next! Diego!

Let me preface this by saying that it's so fucking weird to see him in that uniform. On the left, he's walking like a good little soldier, following the leader.

On the right, he's the embodiment of a relax guy who can (and will) definitely yeet you out of the picture if needed. He's not wearing anything casual. It's more like a killer / soldier clothes, with his precious knifes.

DOES HE HAVE A MUSTACHE????

He's holding the Umbrella on the shoulder, as if he can't be bothered with it (and/ or he's gonna use it as a weapon).

Next! Not number 3, but the one who's linked to Diego! Lila!

Love that she's officially "Lila Hargreeves".

The left outfit is like the one she had in season 2 when she was with the Handler and stuff about her past was revealed (so interesting and meaningful choice of outfit). Her heels are thin, as if she wasn't stable (with her life situation and all).

Yet, on the right, her heels are thicker, more stable to move (she's more free to go).

Her clothes are modern and the flowers fit her really well, I might say. Her hair are put up, like the active badass woman she is. They're brown again, and not white/ blond anymore, it's more natural (I can't really argue, my hair are currently pink).

She overall looks like a business woman, with a casual chic.

She too, is holding an umbrella, which make her fully part of the family. She hold it casually.

Next, another girl: Allison.

Ngl, I'm no big fan of hers, so this will be short.

On the left, she's confidently wearing her UA (Umbrella Academy) uniform. Her hand move don't really feel natural (saying this as someone who sometimes draws human beings). Her hair are like the one from season 1.

On the right, she looks like a business woman and a mom. Her posture looks aslo determined, while relaxed. She have business to do, and no one will stop/ prevent her from doing so!

Girl power and all that.

(I'm trying, I really can't stand how her character was wrote during season 3)

Neeeeext! Let's go with one of my fav, Klaaaaaaus!

I have to say, it is criminal that a) his hair are short on th right side (loved his long hair) and b) where's the skirt?! He slayed in it! Anyway.

On the left, his walking looks very mechanical, as if he was a machine, a robot (lol) (I won't do any joke about Grace). Yet, his posture his not natural (no one walks naturally torso in one way and legs in another, if that makes some sense) (that reminds me kinda of the extravagant way drag queens walk on the runaway, for shows, but I may be extrapolating a little).

His eyes are closed. Why are his eyes closed? I'm scared. His face is still like the one of a dead person. Resigned. Accepting his fate. But after all, Klaus had always been closed to death, more or less metaphorically speaking, as he can see ghosts (= dead people, or what remains of them).

His hair are all over the place, reminding the crazy days he had to get fucking blasted to avoid said ghosts.

Right side is colorful. He's beauty, he's grace, WHERE ARE HIS HAIR?! No but more seriously, cutting one's own hair symbolise change in many culture, and more specifically letting go of the past, embracing new beginnings, and/ or undergoing spiritual or personal transformations. I have no idea how to interpret that.

He seems to float, to ascend (plz don't kill him). He is bare foot (bare feet? idk) (fun fact: in the comics, he could only use his power when sober and with bare feet) (I won't go down the rabbit hole of barefoot symbolism and its link with death, I'm not mentally well enough to do that).

He his wearing a yellow coat with flowers (flowers, like Lila!). Yellow is associated with joy, fest, sun (and Klaus is a comic relief, a feel good sunshine character), and flower, life. (again, plz don't kill him)

What reinforce that idea of tragedy is that the umbrella he's wearing is the only one who isn't black: it's the umbrella he was holding during Reggie's funeral in s1. Plus, he's holding it with three fingers out. What's the meaning of three? Idk. Maybe it’s for Allison? Maybe it has a link with God (the Christian one)? Yk, Holy Trinity and all that. After all, doesn't Klaus met God (the little girl in the afterlife) regularly?

Does that look good or bad for Klaus? No idea.

Speaking about looking good, Ben is back, alive. I won' t go far enough to say "well", but he's alive.

On the left, he's standing straight, walking in a unnatural posture. Following only.

On the right, he bent (idk why tho). His clothes are casual (and looking alike the one Viktor had been wearing during s3). His umbrella also cut his name (like Luther's). He's a Vans' boy!

(please, no mustache for him)

We can't see if he's wearing glasses or not.

Last of the Hargreeves kids (if you count Lila as one, and if not, last one of the power-gifted Hargreeves): Five.

On the left, his posture is haughty. His hands are in his pants pockets. He know what he wants, he is very sure of himself, maybe because he thinks he is better than everyone (he can think that, given what happened) (some might even say he have a bratty attitude, but I'll answer, well have you seen him during season 1???)

(my personal theory is that he is bend forward to be smaller on the left than on the right)

On the right, he left the UA uniform for a more formal suit (some call it 'the grandpa / old man suit'). His hair are longer.

He's walking down like he had no shit to give anymore (he doesn't) and he's ready to throw hands (he totally his).

HOLY (S)HIT HE'S HOLDING THE UMBRELLA IN HIS RIGHT HAND! Why? Why is he te only one wearing the umbrella on the other hand? Is it to accentuate his difference with his siblings (+ Lila)? Is it to show how differently he see his time at the UA an how differenlty he uses his powers? I mean, given he didn't spend as much time in the UA as the rest of them, ofc his vision and perception of the UA is different. Even his vision of time is different.

And now.

BEWARE! THE REGINALD JUMPSCARE! (or is it scare jump? Anyway, I've been working on this post for more than an hour and a hlaf, plz be indulgent, it's late and the day had been long)

On the left, we see the whole umbrella for the firs time on these posters.

Reggie is wearing blue (reminding of the UA uniform). He is young looking, and seems well assorted (who tf have two jacket pockets on the same side tho?)

Edit: his suit is actually more lilac/ purple, which is a color hard to dye (so it costed a lot and was reserved for royalty / rich ppl) (before industrialization and the use of chemical products for clothes dye; and we know Reggie arrived/ was on Earth on 19th c., so during the industrialization)

On the right, he's old and wearing a brown suit. Brown can symbolize the Earth. Earth can provide and ppl are depend on it to eat and therefore survive. In a way, he was a Earth for his children, as they were dependent on him (does that makes him a good father? Absolutely not!). (that thought, of Reggie being a Earth, is funny given he is an alien / an extraterrestrial)

And if you put them all in order, you get :

(notice how Klaus's picture / posture melt greatly in Five's?)

And that's it! Damn, that was long. Don't hesitate to let me know what you think about all of that in the comment!

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witchysylv · 1 year

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simple negative energy capture spell jar

hello! this is a spell from my bos that i typed out today, and thought i'd share with all of you.

it's a basic energy capture jar. what it does is it takes negative energy that hits it and absorbs it into the jar, keeping a space safe. it can be considered to be a type of ward.

feel free to modify this to your needs! if you try it, let me know how it goes in the notes.

ingredients

a jar or bottle of your choosing

a small mirror to go on top of the jar (i prefer aluminum foil, but either works)

a binding sigil, either handmade or sources from someone else

obsidian for protection

basil for attracting negativity to the jar (and not you)

cinnamon for protection and defense

mugwort for a magical boost

hyssop for purifying the captured negative energy

st. john's wort to handle the negativity

dandelion for added protection

a black candle

optional: mullein, acrimony

steps

create, print, or copy down your sigil. assemble other ingredients and perform any pre-spell rituals you have.

place ingredients into the jar. you can select the order, or you can do it like this: cinnamon, basil, st. john's, dandelion, hyssop, mugwort.

as you place each ingredient into the jar, visualize your intent for it. you can also speak an affirmation such as "this jar will protect me" if you wish.

fold your sigil thrice away from you, tucking it in the jar, and following it with your crystal.

pop the cork, lid, or seal on the jar.

seal JUST the edges with the candle, and place the mirror in the center of the closing contraption.

et voila, you're done! place it wherever you need that protection.

notes

i'm autistic and selectively mute, so i usually don't speak during my spells, focusing more on intention. this is something you can modify.

i would rate this an 8/10. it's a good basic protection jar, and you don't need anything too extensive for protections unless someone is after you or something anyway.

anyway, i hope that's helpful to someone! if you have comments, suggestions, etc., do let me know. part of what i miss about old witchblr is the open dialogue that used to be spread on posts; people don't talk enough now. so feel free to come talk to me, and if you have improvements, i'm all ears!

thank you for your time.

#witchcraft #witchblr #protection #protections #jar spell #witchy #baby witch #beginner witch #green witch #spell bottle #spells #grimoire #bos #book of shadows #left hand path #baneful magic #cleansing

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navybrat817 · 5 months

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Hey! Do you have any Lloyd and Ransom fics you recommend? Really, in the feels for stache daddy and our little rich brat☺️

I have tried to answer this three times now and I really hope this goes through this time, lovely! Specific fics aren't jumping out to me, but I answered an ask recently here with a few Lloyd Hansen writers. I believe some of them write for Ransom.

A few others who have written for Ransom: @drabblewithfrannybarnes @sconnie-doesnt-know @the-iceni-bitch @cockslutpadalecki @worksby-d @fushic0re @chase-your-dreams-away @krirebr @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @sagechanoafterdark @what-is-your-plan-today @spectre-posts @pagesoflauren @avintagekiss24 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy @astrorogers @eloquentreverie @nicoline1998enilocin @ramp-it-up @georgiapeach30513 @anika-ann @holylulusworld and many more.

Lovelies, I KNOW I'm missing people, especially since my list got erased thrice. Please feel free to add on.

Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #writer recs #lloyd hansen #ransom drysdale #summer-may #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated #character ask

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lucluvr · 1 year

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I’LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE ... ! (ZHONGLI)

# synopsis...! – the war has ended, peace has returned to liyue harbor. morax finally has a day off to enjoy. he wakes up besides his partner and he can’t help but touch them

# contains … ?! - explicitly nsfw ! creampies, gn!reader, afab anatomy is used in here, a little bit of fluff, degradation, praise, use of petnames: doll, darling, sweetheart, you call zhongli “my lord”, begging, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, dumbification, aftercare !!

notes ... ?! - lowercase is intentional btw !!

# word count… - 3k

# a/n !! - hi ~~ okay so ik i said i have a kaeya fic planned, which i do dw dw !! i have an old ao3 fic sitting in my doc, so i decided why not post it bcos tbh i rlly love it. im a big dumbification lover so yeah... anyways please enjoy and stay safe :D

zhongli is a man of many secrets, but these secrets will unfold in the future. as of now, he's just simply morax who basks in your warmth in the early mornings. he snuck out of bed, grabbing a robe, tying the ribbon around his waste, swiftly and tightly. he quietly brews himself a cup of tea, and one for you. he allows it to cool down on the bedside table, softly tucking himself back under the covers.

he rouses you from your sleep with quiet shushes being made to pull you back. but his small comfortings go to waste, as you scrunch your eyes, slowly opening them. the golden rays being shielded by the light colored curtains made your eyes sting. blinking, twice, now thrice, you finally are able to open your eyes. you're greeted by a very happy morax. his tattoos are even glowing.

"well good morning, my love," he smiles softly, moving your hair out of your face. he changed your spot from when you fell asleep. before your arms were draped over his shoulder, his head on your chest. now it seems that the tables have turned. his smile is soft, yet too wide. he's known to be cheeky, especially at times like this. you look away from his eyes, dragging them down to his arms. they're adorned with fingernails marks and his tattoos. if you squint, you can see they shine ever so slightly in the early morning light.

"good morning," you clear your throat. he chuckles softly, feeling the vibrations oh his laugh. he leans down, kissing the crown of your head, turning on his side to face you. the robe falls off his shoulder slightly, revealing more of his arms and collarbone. seeing the sight, draws your attention to his neck and chest. they're painted with marks of you. the sight makes your stomach fill with butterflies and your cheeks are flushed.

xiansheng is anything but dumb. he clearly understands every expression you make, the ever so slight tilts of your lips, the fastening pace of your breathing, and the redness all over you cheeks and ears. he coos at the sight, pulling you closer with an arm wrapped around your waist.

"did you sleep well?" he asks, gently grasping your hand, kissing every knuckle. he makes his way down your wrist, gently massaging it as an apology. the sight of him so close and his lips latched onto your wrist makes you look away.

"yes, very. are you going out of town again today?" you ask him, a slight whine in your voice. he picks up on it, slightly raising his eyebrow. he understands your need last night, but again? it amuses him no less and adds to the cards he can put down to make you tremble.

"no, not today. im free today, besides a meeting, but that's in the afternoon. the war has ended, yet they all seem to drag it along even further. especially that barbatos boy. he's a pain in my ass," morax grumbles, shifting his focus to your other wrist. you chuckle at the sight of seeing such a short man piss of a giant like rex lapis.

"be careful, he can hear you," you wink at him, releasing a small laugh from the man. you slowly pulls you even closer, your arms now draped over his shoulders. he pulls you in for a kiss, a quick one. he makes his way down your jaw, neck, chest. he lays you down gently, his lips attached to your chest, darkening and making new marks.

his thumb runs over your ribs, holding you in place softly. the feeling of him latching onto you makes you want to squirm, but he never allows that.

"stay still," he mumbles into the crook of your neck. he slowly pulls away, laying himself on his stomach between your legs. his hands grabs onto one of your thighs, slowly lifting it over his shoulder. he softly bites into the softness of your thighs, but his other hand keeps you in place. all you can really do in this moment in whine his name and pray that he gives you what you want, but then again, he likes to be the one in control.

he stares up at you, his eyes dilating as the sight of you. he understands how needy you are, really he does. he's been with you for years, taken you day after day, but you never fail to surprise him as to how needy you can get. he's a man who likes to take his time, relax after a hard days work, but you can't. after being apart for so long after long, excruciating days, you want nothing more than to please the man you love. he finds it adorable as to how much he can get you to beg.

"my lord…please hurry," you shuffle slightly. your face is plastered in the pillow, embarrassed beyond belief. he takes pleasure in seeing you so shaky and needy. there's been a few times he's want to see you cry, yet he can't do that to you no matter how pretty you look like that. yet, his demeaning words aren't a subject of guilt.

"you did so well yesterday, being patient and still, why can't you be like that now? i've morphed you into such a needy thing." he hums has he purposely puffs out air along your thighs. he pauses for a moment to take in the sight above him. he admires your flushed out features, pretty body, everything about you. his heart swells. he's so in love. despite his absolute love and adoration for you, that doesn't mean you can get away with being so disobedient without a slap on the wrist. "i ought to stop spoiling you so much, hm? maybe leave you high and dry for a day or so," you whine into the pillow, rutting your hips towards him, pleading with him. he rubs your hip with his thumb in soothing circles, but keeps a firm grip holding you in place.

"i can't take anymore, please…" as said before, all you can do is whine and beg him. you squirming around though isn't helping your clause.

"if you stay still, then yes, i'll be very happy to help you, my darling. you just need to stay put okay?" he sucks on the flesh of your inner thigh. his other hand spreads your legs further apart, slipping his pointer finger in. you shiver at the intrusion. he continues to nip at your thighs, making no effort to move his finger. he taps your hip, sinking his finger in deeper. he crooks his finger upwards.

"darling, come now, i can't do all the work for you, can i?" you shake your head. he smiles into your skin, "you know what to do" the words roll off his tongue, and your hips practically move on their own. your hand grips onto his shoulder, tugging him closer.

"my lord, please, just help me" you thrust on his fingers a little harder. he hums, occupying himself with your thighs. he refuses to even acknowledge your requests until you've come on his fingers all by yourself. he'll assist you with his finger, but he will not move.

"please im so tired, my legs hurt" it's true, your knees slightly ache after being over his shoulders for so long. it's manageable, but he doesn't need to know that. yet, he does. he insists you're just fine and continues his fascination with your thighs. his hand that was perched on your hip makes its way up to your chest. he nimble fingers pinch and roll your nipples, feeling the peeks harden in between his fingers. you arch your back up, more wanton moan flowing out of your mouth.

slowly you feel him dip another finger inside you, stretching you out. he moves his fingers in a scissoring motion. you can't take his antagonizing teasing. he wont help you at all. poor thing…

"you're so incompetent. i ask of you to do one thing and all you do is moan and complain about hard it is. can you really not do it? i don't remember you being so selfish…you disappoint me, darling" he clicks his tongue, retreating from your body. your head shoots up, clawing at his robe, pulling him back to your body. you can't disappoint him. no, no... he falls with his back against the headboard, you splayed out on his lap, thighs either side of his. his hands find purchase at your hips again, the thin material of your nightdress hiding nothing from his eyes.his pupils shrink, becoming diamonds. his eyebrow quirks up, surprised by your actions.

"oh? what's this?" he grips your body tighter, pulling you even closer. in the process the drags your bare cunt on his clothed thigh. you jump slightly. a smug smile spreads across his face. you clutch onto his chest, rocking your hips back and forth. you have to prove to him you can do it. it's just so hard. it's just that he does it so well. he makes your brain all fuzzy and you feel so good with him. he's able to find all of your most sensitive spots, he praises you so well. every time he touches you, you can't help but melt into his touch. you want him to touch you again, properly. you did so well yesterday, why can't you do that again? you wrap your arms around his broad shoulder, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"my lord, please," you drag your words on. he simply hums, petting your head. "i promise i'll be good, please don't leave," you pause, gasping for air. pressure builds up in your stomach, making you curl into the man's body. you start to move your hips more erratically and with much more force. "i'll be so good for you, i promise, i promise, i promise" your furrow your brows, promising him your obedience.

he's used to hearing such mantras from you and from others. obedience is something a god expects, especially one as powerful as him. he understands it can be difficult to help yourself, especially like this, but he sees how quickly you cum. he doesn't understand why you can't do it on your own. he underestimates his effect on your body, the hold he has on your mind. he makes you hot and bothered anytime he leans down slightly to whisper something in your ear. it could be something as innocent as informing you as to whom you must keep the best appearances in front of, or who he does not like. the feelings of his large hands taking purchases on your waist, and the feeling of his breath on your oh-so-sensitive-neck, can get anyone flustered.

"i won't disappoint you, i promise. i'm so good, all for you, my lord, please see that," your voice strains and you arch into him. you just need a little push. you're so close. his hand migrate from your hip, to your clit. his calloused fingers rubbing circles onto the swollen nub hard. that was the little push you needed. you grip onto him, biting into his fair skin, eliciting a small groan out of him. he sees your muscles tighten, pride swelling in him. he knew you could do it. he hums, satisfied at his handiwork. he lays you in front of him on your back, thighs parted and laid over his. he parts your lips, taking a look at your hole.

he slips his fingers in again, his thumb finding it's rightful place on your clit. you twitch, your mind still hazy from cumming. you clutch onto his wrist, shaking your head. no, no, no. you open your eyes slightly, looking at him, your face flushed. he picks you up, repositioning you with your head on the pillows. you again find him between your legs, but this time he dives in. his lips latch onto your clit and he sucks. you gasp and twitch in his hold. he pulls back, pulling off the ribbon his robe, tying your wrists together, then to the bedpost. he goes back to eating you out like a mad man.

this time you really are helpless. you can't do anything but allow him to flick his tongue over your clit as much as pleases, allow his fingers to abuse your hole, creaming over his face and wrist as much as pleases. he is a god, after all. what they want will come true. if he intends to keep you here for hours, then he will.

he pulls you to the edge numerous times, but refuses to let you cum. he deems you ready to take him. your mind is foggy. all you know is that he stopped his abuse on your cunt. the cold air hits your body, making you twitch. your legs twitch from his ministrations, your thighs are slick with your own cum, his saliva and wetness. you let out a weak moan of his name. he smiles slightly, cupping your face in his hand. he knows your long gone, but your body is aware it's him. you melt into his hand. he presses a kiss against your forehead before sticking his fingers into your mouth. your body already knows what to do. you lick his fingers and slightly bite his fingertips. he pulls them away.

he slowly strokes his cock at the sight below him. your bangs are sticking to your forehead, legs trembling around his hips, tears treading down your pretty face. his hand grips your jaw, parting your lips apart. your tongue lolls out, your pretty head thinking he's going to make you suck his fingers again. instead he spits right into your mouth and you swallow. you let out a little moan after realizing what he had done. he lets out a toothy grin, patting your cheek.

he wraps his fist around his cock again, positioning himself. he rubs the head against your clit a few times, gathering up your slick. he pushes in slowly, watching your face contort as every inch sinks in between your thighs.

"my lord," you breath, rutting your hips up to meet his. he leans down, grasping onto your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder. he thrusts even deeper, your bodies chest to chest. you whine and moan at the feeling as he nips under your jaw, on your neck. he kisses your pretty lips. he's glad he can make you feel so carefree. he's happy he can make you feel this good. he feels you tighten around him, understanding you're going to cum again. you repeat his name like a mantra along with, "can't, stop, no" but he knows you can. you've done it so many times, you can do it again.

"you're okay pretty thing, i've got you, sweetheart. you can cum again" he talks into your skin, his thumb once again finding purchase on your clit. he rubs and rubs until your mind shatters. you feel yourself clench around him, all of this pressure is at its climax and you let go, cumming all over him. you squirt over his lower abdomen, your thighs, his cock, everywhere. it's a mess, but morax doesn't seem to care. in fact, he's infatuated. he wants to see it again. he rubs your clit even faster, not minding the cute protests spilling out of your mouth and thrusts even harder.

he lifts your thigh higher. you throw your head back. at this rate, you don't know if you can cum again, but you want it. you need to be good for him. you have to cum, you have to. the seemingly familiar pressure builds up in your stomach again. morax's thrusts seem to get less and less rhythmic. he's close and knows you are too.

"come on, doll. you're gonna come with me right?" he buries his face in your neck, decorating your neck in red and purple bruises. you nod, you nod at every request of his. you're so good, so good for him. what morax wants, he gets. especially from you. he pushes down on your stomach, thumb flicking at your clit harshly. he's thrusting without any other thought in mind other than he must cum in you. it'd be a crime if he didn't do this. he sucks in a large breath of air and exhales immediately as he feels you clench around his length and cum all over his cock. that pushes him over the edge and he spills his cum all inside you. he kisses your neck, lips, eyes, cheeks, jaw, chest everywhere over and over again.

your body feels limp, you're warm, your limbs hurt. he pulls out. you can feel the weight of the bed shift. he cleans himself and you up. you unties your wrists, kissing the red marks all over them. he pulls you back onto his lap, and lets you lay limp against him as you come back to him. he whispers sweet nothings in your ears. he praises you and your obedience. he kisses the crown of your head and lays you back down besides his body. he reaches over for his tea on the nightstand, but it seems to have gone cold. no matter, he can brew a new one later. he's tired.

you peer up at his through your lashes. he neatens your hair, pats your head, and then sinks back into bed. morax thinks he should tell his other adepti to take over his work more often. he believes it's important for married couples to enjoy intimate times together. he's even more adamant about it because it's you. it's you who he gets to do things with. it's you he gets to kiss, to hold, you laugh with, to call his partner. it's you, it's always been you.

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Todays rip: 23/02/2024

Through the F-F-Fire and the F-F-Flames

Season 5 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume D

Ripped by R.L.99

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In my excitement leading up to February 22nd and to finally get to write more in-depth about Kara's Flowers' meaning to the SiIvaGunner channel...it dawned on me a bit too late that I was ignoring another meaning to the very date before it. I'm still very proud of how the post on As Miku Collides connects together with Collision Clouds, but there was something far more important to remember from February 21st. The birthday of late ripper R.L.99.

R.L.99 is the second known SiIvaGunner team member to have left us in tragedy, and its always going to be a very difficult topic for someone like me, effectively an outsider, to approach. The first was Marrow, who I've written about thrice now with Telling Fish Tales, Turnabout Fishters and 8-bit Fish With Dreams - a true friend to the SiIvaGunner team whose contributions are too many to list, but had been present since the very early days of Season 1. I can't claim to have known the guy, nor ever claim to have felt the same grief that his friends did upon his passing - yet althesame, through how recognizable and frequent his contributions were, losing him did hurt. Yet with R.L.99, my heart sank for a somewhat different reason. I'd barely had the time to truly appreciate him before he was gone.

As a ripper, R.L.99's most defining trait lay in his ambition - he was always seeking to outdo his last work, always shooting higher, yet higher. Joining the team early into Season 5, his twenty-one contributions across the year, ambitious or not, all feel crafted to a sheen. In a Season that already had some of the strongest output in the channel's life, his rips often still managed to impress beyond those expectations. I described one instance of this occurring on my one prior post on the ripper, One Winged PSYcho - V.S. Sepsyrop, but it needs to be reiterated that this was effectively standard procedure for each of his big projects. But despite the reverence I hold for him now, I'd chosen the worst possible timeframe to begin distancing myself from SiIvaGunner - during Season 5, I was at my most disinterested in the channel's goings-on, and thus paid far too little mind to the incredible efforts the entire team were making during the year. I'd check in, add some rips to playlists, and check out.

When the news of R.L.99 broke early in Season 6, I didn't know what to think, because...I didn't know R.L.99. But as I looked through my own playlists, looked through his list of contributions - I realized that just about everything he had ever made had found its way into my list of all-time favorite rips. I'd loved his work without ever truly acknowledging or understanding who made it. Without ever having had the chance to truly show my appreciation, until it was too late.

Linked under his username credit at the start of this post, you'll find a Twitter thread I made two years ago now, the day the announcement was made. I wasn't able to appreciate him during his time, but on that day I wanted more than anything else for other people still like what I once was, people far too blind to the talent and care individual rippers put into their work, to know exactly what kind of legacy he left. And so, I put the thread together as one of my first-ever forms of written SiIvaGunner analysis, trying to concisely convey all the ways that R.L.99's work truly was unique - in all the ways I'd failed to pick up on before it was all too late. There was, of course, a lot missing from that thread - notably the as-of-then unreleased rips he'd made that would be uploaded the day after in his memory, culminating in the downright breathtaking Dancing Masked. Yet, I still want to dedicate todays post to a rip I'd heard from before that day, one of those rips I'd loved for so long without knowing the man behind it. A rip like Through the F-F-Fire and the F-F-Flames.

A hugely ambitious project, it feels difficult to find one rip that quite so concisely encapsulates all the qualities of R.L.99's work. A distinct love for the MOTHER series, a love for rip arrangements of popular music, a love for Rock music, and the aforementioned scope - it all culminates in a nearly 8-minute long tribute to the legendary Through the Fire and Flames by Dragonforce. Althewhile, it adheres incredibly well to the expected restrictions of a Game Boy Advance game, each of the shredding guitar samples used being from MOTHER 3 itself, with vocals authentically bit-crushed to match. It manages to rock out incredibly on its own, and that's without mentioning the insane details strewn throughout, such as the song's occasional bumps in tempo to match other boss music within MOTHER 3, or the other songs from MOTHER 3 that become referenced throughout the arrangement. Released on the date of MOTHER 3's birthday, much like Jesus of the Underground - it's a beyond impressive tribute, with love shown in every second of its runtime.

The fact remains, though, that I never knew R.L.99, and never knew Marrow either for that matter. There's far, far too many rippers that I've still not been able to express my full gratitude and affection toward, and many of which I'll likely never be able to reach. But that's part of why I want to run this blog in the first place - to give myself, and other SiIvaGunner fans that chance to show genuine, outspoken love for rips and the people behind them while we all can.

Rest well, R.L.99.

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