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eddywoww · 11 months
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When I release this new fic, I swear to god everyone better unpeel their eyes and read the tags AND authors note. I will put the worlds biggest fucking READ ME that ao3 allows but if I get any rude messages about it, you’re getting blocked
(I’m saying this bc I know it’s not required to read an authors note but I would advise it on my fics if you’re the type who gets triggered easily or has specific triggers. Always try to keep yourself safe from things that you can’t read. 💕)
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stitch-me-not · 1 year
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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gaius & Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Original Characters, Druids - Character, Mention of Morgana, Elyan (Merlin), George (Merlin) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reincarnation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Character Death, Major Character Injury, Merlin and Arthur doing that thing where they live and die for each other again, Grief/Mourning, no beta we die like Gwaine Summary:
When Camelot stirred the next morning from a restless slumber, groggy and in pain but as steadfast as the winter sunbeams bursting gently through the grey blanket that covered the sky. The bodies of the two men lay there still, nestled in each other’s arms in the dew drenched grass. The droplets that gently covered them glinted in the pale light and as the swift breeze ruffled through strands of grass and hair alike, a finger twitched.
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When Arthur falls at Camlaan, what if Merlin found a way?
Ahhhh I finally finished the last part! Is this a sign of the writers block being vanquished? Probably not but I like to hope 
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spooksier · 1 year
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me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from
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kangals · 7 months
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friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.
but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.
please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”
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xiranjayzhao · 5 months
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some clowns really read all of Iron Widow and cheered on the girlbossery without picking up on how the demonization of racialized men was part of the callout
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too-deviant · 29 days
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mdni 🃏
thinking about luke as your mom’s friend’s son who only comes over when your parents hang out…yk the one….anyway here’s a shitty drabble
being all awkward smiles and painful small talk for the first hour of whatever family event your parents had dragged you to this time.
indulging in more than a few cocktails that your older cousins snuck to each of you from the bar.
(the dodgy bar in the dodgy events building that had been hired out for whatever birthday party/baby shower/bat mitzvah was happening. you didn’t really care all that much, anyway.)
the liquid courage fuelling the conversation, pulling up old memories you had buried and bubbling over the giggles you shared as you drank in the corner.
getting progressively tipsy, sharing secret smirks when your mom passed a comment about how “it was as if you two had never been apart!”
luke’s hand in yours — older, mature, callused; so different from how they used to feel when you were kids, although those memories were fading, being replaced with something much more carnal. something you were less likely to share over a cocktail at a family party.
sneaking away from the crowds — easy enough, everyone was drunk.
cutting through hallways, passing the drunkards who lingered outside of the chaos. they were smoking, arguing on the phone, waiting for a cab, looking for the bathroom. you?
you were being pressed against the wall of an empty stairwell, gasping quietly at luke’s mouth on yours. his hands on your waist, then your back, your arms, the sides of your neck. everywhere he’d been thinking about touching since he knew what touching meant.
and you were the same. fingers under his blazer, dipping into his waistband for a teasing second before returning to the outside world — but he noticed. how could he not? the firm pull of your body against his was response enough, his right hand coming down to hitch your leg around his hip.
your crotches burned with desire, rubbing against each other with every small movement of your bodies. aching for more whenever you paused for just a second because you thought you could hear someone passing the bottom of the stairs a few feet below you. all they would have to do is ascend the first set, and they’d spot you there. but neither of you cared.
luke inching a hand up your dress, dipping his fingers beneath your panties and huffing into your ear when your wetness coated them after one stroke. your own hand, fiddling with his belt and making sure nobody heard the clanging of the buckle as you undid it with fervour, eagerly searching for his cock once you could stick your hand in there to your wrist comfortably.
moaning in each-other’s ears. grinding on each-other’s hands. sucking in deep gulps of air whenever you got too loud, whenever the slurring speech of an uncle you’d never met faded in, and then out of shot.
luke cumming in his underwear, your hips spitting and sputtering against his palm only moments later.
cleaning yourselves up, catching your parents at the bottom of the stairs just as they passed by in search of you. sharing a look.
in the years you’d known him, you’d never exchanged socials. you didn’t need to. you just hoped he would be at the next family function.
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About
So... while Xynal is my main you usually see in RPs, I do have other characters and while some have their own tumblrs I need to get on and post with ( @peddlestox-shinyrocks @rahnbadeaux ) @kskellington is pretty much where I write about everyone.
Thing is... I can’t really do that with A’kiva. Because A’kiva’s backstory is dark, though not as much as it can be, and not everyone likes or want to see dark things. Writing and reading are places for some people to escape reality for a little bit or relax and I want to respect that while also indulging my own way of relaxing, writing. ...And also do a @miqomischief and have all my vieras in one spot because all all of the previous posts were ALL OVER.
#hrid chronicles Is what I will be using from now on for posts that have to do with Svan’s clan (and Flopsy).
#a flopsy desert  is just that lol. Flopsy in F’yire’s desert tribe.
#a'kiva's backstory is the tag that I'll be using if you still want to see Hrid clan things but not me hurting the smol.
Prior to this post all things have been only heavily eluded to and for the most part I'll keep to that. Graphic stuff of all kinds will only be mentioned that they happen but they will happen.
I will also say that it will not always be so dark and doom and gloom for A’kiva. Right now its being explored because he is tied to the Thirteenth and Thirteenth lore is coming up.
There will be plenty of #a’kiva and svan things do not worry!
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windlullaby-arts · 7 months
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The (emo) gamer boyfie ‘Kuna you never knew you needed 🫡
Inspired by @/hyoga.x on insta
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akemima · 8 months
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HI *passes out*
I drew a scene from Stamps! (Chapter 13!!) An amazing fanfic made by @indigopoptart !!
PLS go check out their work theyre so goddang talented omg
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edgar (electric dreams) stimboard :D
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philippslahm · 2 years
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everyone’s like “see ukraine won because of pity” … as if that was a problem. like the songs a banger but even if other countries felt bad for them and voted so???? your point being? the countries being destroyed and ppl die because of the war CANT they have at least a little happiness?? what’s so bad about that??? there is literally no other country that deserved that win more
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pheoflame · 7 months
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Them making my heart go 😩🤌💘
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brozenheart · 3 months
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There's 100+ of you following me now, so I tackled my coming up deadlines to sketch up something to thank you ♡
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idyllcy · 3 months
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pink - jinshi x reader
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Jinshi groans, soul slipping past his lips as he rests his head in his hand on the table, grumbling. Mushrooms are growing on his head, and at this rate, and it would interfere with the banquet. One of the courtesans push for you to attend to him, and you blink at how familiar he looks.
You hold the teapot, getting onto your knees as you blink. "More tea?"
"Leave me be." He grumbles.
You reach to brush his hair to the side. "...Master Jinshi?"
Jinshi looks up at you, eyes wide.
"...servant."
"Okay, for starters, I'm not—"
His hand reaches for your wrist as you pull back.
"You won't... let me touch you?"
"Kind customer, please refrain from touching the courtesans." You smile, eyes closed.
"You're giving me a customer service smile." He pauses. "Wait. Courtesan? Are you..."
"Yeah. What about it?" You lie without blinking, and you yelp as he falls backward, eyes spinning.
You catch him, eyes going wide as he reaches for you, thumb brushing your bottom lip, smearing your lipstick. He smiles up at you, his thumb brushing his own lip now, the pink from your lips smudging on his. Your neck snaps to look to the side, ears burning.
"Want me to buy you?" He hums, fingers playing with your hair.
"Wow, master." You tilt your head to look at him again, smirking. "you would do that for me?"
"Only for you." He winks, charm flying off of his face as your friends all gasp behind you. Jinshi has a face that could kill thousands.
You shudder. "Gonna buy me as a wife or as a courtesan?"
Jinshi pretends to think, tapping his chin as he looks to the side.
"Wife or courtesan... I wonder." He hums.
"Anything below wife would warrant a death sentence from them." You point back at the other courtesans.
"Well, of course it would to be to buy you as my wife." He sits up, holding your face in place as his lips brush yours. "I love you too much to make you a courtesan."
"Love is a heavy word, Jinshi-sama." You deadpan.
"Which weighs perfectly into this situation." He hums. "Can I have a—"
You push yourself off of him, stepping back and standing up. "Please make the payment as soon as possible. Much honor, master."
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barbiedragon · 1 year
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The Rook's Pawn
Written for the lovely @welcometothelioncage as a birthday present!
Aemond x twin!reader x Daemon
WC: 1.5k
Warnings: DD/DNE; heavy on the Targcest, dub-con, lactation kink, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), humiliation, pregnancy, crybaby!reader, dacryphilia
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
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A soft whimper escaped your lips, which garnered Aemond’s attention.  Ever the dutiful brother, he rushed immediately to your side.
“What is it, dear sister?” he asked gently as his large hand settled against your shoulder.
“I’m….it hurts,” you sniffled as little tears rolled down your cheeks before you nodded down towards your breasts.
You were round with Daemon’s child; a way of continuing his claim on your family and victory for the Blacks. Though you were both kept comfortable, more Rhaenyra’s idea than Daemon’s. Far more useful alive than dead. You wore a blue silk gown and the wet spots that your nipples had produced were all too apparent.  Aemond cleared his throat as a blush crept up his cheeks before he called for a guard to summon Daemon.
“What is it?” Daemon sighed with annoyance as he entered the room, one hand wrapped around the pommel of Dark Sister.  You watched Aemond eye the sword with jealousy.  He had promised to take that from Daemon before Harrenhal fell back into the hands of the Blacks.  Daemon simply laughed as he pointed the blade at Aemond’s throat while you pleaded pitifully for his life.
“I warned you,” Alys’s dark voice echoed in your head.  “Threads of green will fall.”  You wished to have been brave enough to wrap your hands around her slender neck.
“Fetch the Maester, she needs to be seen,” Aemond stated curtly as he motioned his hand toward your leaking breasts.
Daemon’s laugh echoed off the walls.  “You think to give me orders, taobus?  She’s fine, her milk is coming in.  I assumed you were well-read.  Not when it comes to the matter of women it seems,” he scoffed.
Aemond’s hands balled into fists before he lunged forward.  He had no dagger or sword, but that wouldn’t stop him.  You gasped and clutched the sheets while you watched the two men scuffle.
“I’m not my nephew, taobus.  I’m not a young one you can bully,” Daemon taunted as he pushed Aemond against the wall and pinned him into place.  One hand wrapped around Aemond’s jaw.  “Why don’t you be a good boy for me? Hmm for her?  I’ll show you how to give her some relief.”
“P…please,” you sniffled pathetically.  You had accepted your fate and it would be better to play the meek little kitten if it kept you and Aemond alive.  The babe too.  “It hurts.”
Aemond closed his eye and sighed, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better.  Mayhaps it was a bit selfish to use to your advantage, but his temper would get all of you killed.  Daemon roughly pulled Aemond across the room to the bed, making him sit in front of you.
 “Are you in much pain, kēlītsos?” Daemon asked as a curved knuckle traced down your tear-stained cheek. You fluttered your wet lashes while nodding your head.  “Poor little thing and your fool brother doesn’t know how to help?  Don’t worry, I shall show him.” 
His skilled fingers reached into the soft silk of the gown to free your heavy, swollen breast.  The milk held an opaque yellowish hue as it leaked from your nipples which were slightly darker and larger from the pregnancy.
“Her body is preparing for the babe, nephew.  You’ll learn what a delight this can be,” Daemon smirked.  You were shocked when he knelt beside you and then wrapped his warm lips around your nipple.  The suckling was gentle, a welcomed surprise, as he nursed at your breast.  Indeed, it helped soothe the fullness and ache.  You couldn’t help as one hand rested on Daemon’s head, feeling the soft strands of his hair under your fingertips.  “Oh, it feels so good,” you sighed happily then reached a hand out for Aemond.  “Will you help with the other?”
 Your twin unfurled his fists before he crawled to your other side.  With trembling fingers, he freed your other breast.  “A…are you certain?” His voice quaked slightly.  You gazed down softly at him before lifting your hand to gently caress his cheek.
 “Please, sweet brother.”
 That was all he needed to hear before he wrapped his lips around your nipple with slight trepidation.  Slightly surprised by the sweet taste and underlying fat to it.  It was pleasant.  He hated that Daemon was right.  Bastard. 
It felt incredibly pleasurable and hedonistic to have the men suckling at your breasts like eager little boys.  For the first time, you felt as if you held power, and it surged through your body.  Fingers pet their silver hair as you cooed with delight and heat gathered in your swollen belly before it swirled lower and made your pearl throb.
“Feels so good, such good boys for me,” you whispered, surprised by the words that fell from your lips.  You felt Aemond shiver beneath your hand at the praise. Your nipple, shiny from his spit,  fell from Daemon’s mouth before he chuckled.
 “I’m not so easily subdued, kēlītsos, I see that your brother is.  I bet your cunny is wet,” Daemon hummed as his large hands pushed your dress around your hips.  The sparse silver curls damp from your arousal.  “I bet your brother wishes to taste something even sweeter.”
 The taunt made Aemond gently pull away from your nipple to glare at Daemon.  “You are vile.”
 “I’m not the one suckling at my sister’s teat,” Daemon chuckled darkly as his hand pressed between your thighs, fingers stroking gently at your slick folds before they dipped inside your slit for a moment.  “Go on, taste.  I can see the look in your…. eye.”  
“Go on, Aemond,” you encouraged; hand rubbing soothing circles across his back.  His jaw set with anger before he leaned in closer.  You watched as his lips parted before wrapping around Daemon’s fingers soaked in your juices.
“Delicious, isn’t she? I can’t always attend to her, taobus.  You’ll have to be a man and make sure our sweet girl is catered to.  I know you’re jealous of it not being your babe in her belly.  If you play nice, I’ll let you make one.”
You could tell from the look on his face that Aemond contemplated sinking his teeth into Daemon’s flesh and panic bubbled in your chest.  Quickly, you tugged on Aemond’s silky hair.
“Doesn’t that sound wonderful, brother? O…our uncle is being most gracious,” you cooed, certain that Daemon saw through the farce, but it would keep you safe for now.
“Not that I blame you.  You’re lucky, Aemond, to have such a beautiful sister.  Just as I’m lucky to have my Rhaenyra.”  Daemon pulled his fingers from Aemond’s mouth with a loud pop before lightly slapping his face.  A snarl curled across Aemond’s lip; the leather band of his eye patch stretched tightly across his cheek.
 “Should I show him how to eat you out, sweet girl?”
“I can do it.” Anger surged through Aemond’s voice before he took place between your thighs.  Mouth hot and sloppy against your cunt before his tongue lapped at you.  He was unhinged for a moment before getting his bearings and careful to not knock his head into your bump.  You would only get larger, and the thought seemed to spur him on as he gave soft licks to your pearl while his fingers dug into your meaty thighs.
 “Hmm, I guess you aren’t entirely lacking in skills,” Daemon mused before he pressed his thumb to your lips.  You parted them like a good little girl, suckling the digit inside.  You squealed around Daemon’s flesh, teeth nibbling and scraping against the calloused pad as the pressure built inside of you.  Fingers fisted tightly in Aemond’s hair as you rutted against his mouth as your thighs splayed as wide as your body would comfortably allow.
 “Go on, sweet girl,” Daemon encouraged as fresh tears dribbled down your cheeks while he kept your mouth plugged with his thumb.  The pressure burst fresh and hot inside you before the sweet relief overtook you, soaking Aemond’s mouth and tongue.  You murmured out a soft thank you once Daemon removed his thumb, using it to wipe away your tears.
 “I should let your sister take a turn with you next, sweet girl.  You’ll be a pretty plaything for all the dragons.”
“If you wish it, Uncle.”  Aemond’s cheek pressed into your thigh as he panted softly.
“She might prefer your brother though. I’ll have food sent up.”  He patted your head as if you were a domesticated little pet before he left the room without another word.
Tenderly, Aemond wiped you clean with a dampened cloth and redressed you into a new gown since the other was woefully stained.  This one was made of soft purple silk; one that matched your violet eyes.  His hand wrapped gently around your throat as he spooned you from behind.
“Mmm, sweet sister,” he whispered, cheek rubbing against your own.  The leather of his patch smooth against your skin, drawing in his strength.
 “We’ll survive this brother,” you whispered, holding each other close, his hand resting gently against the swell of your stomach.
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severedegg · 1 year
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finding it hard to work on reqs so have this in the mean time <333 im really liking puppets, moreso just the fun colours n designs!! i wanna do my own designs of the welcome home ‘cast’ cause theyre very sillay to me Eo)))
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