#the blank rune

[im-the-star-and-i-cant-die]

tell me youre gay in the psychological torture death arena without saying youre gay in the psychological torture death arena

#the blank rune #the inner shadow #the last hour #das will ich schon seit monaten machen rip;;; #meme rune #i guess??

[2ofswords]

Jason 21, glory 4, rhy 18, ash 30, acorn 39

Jason and Autumn

Autumn is obviously Jason’s favorite season! Mostly because he loathes the summer. (It is unbearably hot (stop wearing all black you moron) and people are trying to get him to swim (shakes hands with Tessie)) In autumn you can see changes happening to the environment and leaves are getting pretty and fall of the trea for them to preserve themselves through hard times and isn’t that a lovely metaphor? :) He actually gets very inspired and a lot of the arena poetry and basic pitches for the projects for future years are made here.

Glory and Fears

Glory obviously develops some heavy abandonment issues after the hunger games, which is also the reason she gave her friends some cell phones. She calls regularly to assure that everyone is alive and okay, once a week at minimum and her sense of object permanence is kind of… gone. She knows everything can get lost and die the moment it leaves her eyes and she has a really hard time dealing with it. Tave gets the most calls and sometimes at night because she assumes the most that he is in danger, but only Car knows of the fear. She figured it out herself (she kinda has the same thing going on since the whole first cake debacle and the second one sure didn’t help) and sometimes Glory asks her to call someone in her stead when she doesn’t want to appear overbearing.

Rhy and Winter

We all already know that Rhy has an entire Christmas album and a cover of “Last Christmas” but let’s think about the implications for a bit. I think the capitol ruined Christmas for him. He liked it a lot back home. There were sweets and everyone was busy but in a fun way and giving your boyfriend hugs in the open was less suspicious because of the Christmas spirit and the snow! Now it is a nostalgic and bitter memory. Work and stress and a weird giddy and forced happiness that is way too familiar.

Ash and Sex

Tbh I don’t think Ash had any sex. They are pretty young and also have some trauma around it. I think they would really need some trust and slow developing relationship before they would be willing to try anything. And even then you have to be careful to not accidentally fuck Coal.

Acorn and Secrets

Obviously Acorn is amazing with secrets. He is a great listener and can keep quiet about something if he has to. Which actually led Tonkin being a bit too good at it in his childhood. Literally everybody sought some sort of advice or an open ear from time to time and little Acorn had a bit of trouble keeping up with it. And so… he just wrote it down. At first as little reminders about who had which Problem and later systematically. It took a while until he noticed he literally made a blackmail collection for his neighborhood and he panicked appropriately. For a while he was afraid about getting rid of it properly but managed to tear it and let the single pages decompose eventually. It felt fitting for him.

#ask meme #The Blank Rune #I imagine Acorn to be like fifteen to sixteen when that happened #also i typed this on my cellphone so I hope this looks alright #and that the text itself is not too messy 😅

[tenshi-2]

6 fanarts requests!

Feat harvest moon/ rune factory and zelda characters!

#harvest moon sunshine islands #totk purah #twilight princess #rf4 frey #harvest moon animal parade #rune factory frontier #im looking at this again and i shouldve spent more time coloring and checking for mistakes (sketchy lines and blank uncolored spots etc) ><

[dorianwolfforest]

If you also have aphantasia and get confused at any point while doing the larger rune carving puzzles, try turning the blank spaces instead of the actual runes. It's easier to rotate the four square tetris shape than it is to rotate the rune around it sometimes

#obviously doesnt always work cause sometimes it's an equal amount of blank and rune spaces #but on the really fucky ones that helps #sso #ssoblr

[justsleepyrune]

@fallenlondonficswap @tales-from-the-neath

In which a tailor’s shop has dubious customer service and a child preaches the virtues of slugs. Did my best to capture Nyx’s personality.. Writing them was a lot of fun! For the group swap!

General rating | Éadaoin Blank, Nyx Darkhelm, Arlen Blank | 1369 words

The tailor’s apartment was a cramped little thing, nestled between a soup shop and a millinery, crouched low underneath Veilgarden’s eaves. It was two stories, one built atop the other, with shuttered windows carefully peering into the darkness. A faint light flickered.

Nyx Darkhelm stood in front of the shop, smoothing a fold of their suit. The amber hued light woven into the dreamlike linen glittered, casting a soft glow. Behind them, a hansom cab rattled, shuddering as it stumbled down the clumsily paved streets. 

Their friend had recommended the place. Surely it couldn’t be too bad.

The fox took a deep breath, their ever perfect posture stiffening further, before they knocked twice on the blue painted door. It swung open, a girl watching them curiously. “It’s too early,” she said, eyes narrowed. “We aren’t open yet.”

Nyx paused. “I must have been misinformed, my apologies,” they muttered. They glanced about the streets, considering where it would be best to wait. “I wanted to get a gift for a friend.”

She waited for a long moment, studying them. She was young. An urchin? No. She was dressed far too nicely, stood far too tall to be an urchin, even if she leaned against the frame of the door as if she had an army to back her up, as if she had no reason to be afraid, despite the late hour. “Oh, fine,” she snorted, shaking her head. A dark curl had escaped from her arrangement of hair, a few stray pins trailing. She must have been midway through disassembly. “My father won’t mind opening a little early.”

She stepped away, beckoning them into the entry hall. Someone had been drawing on the walls, scribbling in a dizzying amount of fonts. Scraps of poetry or doodles on higher levels, a childish scribble on the lower, nearest to the floor. “Interesting choice, coming here,” she called, deftly stepping over a discarded dolly faceplanted on the floor, little ribbons wrapped around its arms a colorful contrast to its dark skin. “My father isn’t known for practicality.”

Nyx paused, already halfway down the hall, considering what Alisha would like. “It doesn’t have to be practical.” It likely should be. Still, they weren’t above pushing their friend a little.

She laughed. “Your loss or luck, I suppose.” She offered no further explanation. “What’s your name?”

“Darkhelm. Nyx Darkhelm. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss..?” They trailed off, waiting for a name. A flash of their teeth in a smile, sharp rows.

The girl laughed. “Marie-Suzanne. I stick with Suzy, typically. This way.” She pushed aside a curtain of purple fabric, streaked with orange like some distant memory of a sunset sky. 

They stepped inside, nearly stumbling back when the curtain fell into their face again, but braving it despite. They grinned nervously, gleaming teeth showing. They stepped inside. 

The tailor’s shop was sectioned off by more curtains, making a maze out of what could have been simplicity. Holes had been cut into the sides of scattered lanterns, allowing scattered light to slip out in strange shapes and shadows. A few strips of fabric lay half sewn on a table. A mannequin wrapped in a cape of arms stood amongst a pile of tiny painted blocks.

“I’ll go tell him you’re here,” Marie-Suzanne told them, already ducking behind a curtain of sharp blue. Her footsteps trailed away. 

In an instant, they were abandoned.

Nyx hesitated, fidgeting with the golden rose on their lapel, tail swishing back and forth. Doubts were beginning to swirl in their mind. Still, they were nothing if not adventurous on occasion.

“A gift?” The voice came from behind another of the curtains. “Right, of course. I’ll need specifics, of course.” The man who emerged had a child on his hip, one with Naples yellow eyes and a pale blue bow in her curly hair. He set her down and she toddled forwards, eyes focused on Nyx. They weren’t sure who to look at, with the disdainful gaze of the man, the wide eyed scrutiny of the child.

Finally, they settled on the man. The tailor, they assumed, leaning on a dragon headed cane. Strange patches of rippled material trailed up his neck, down the arms exposed from his sheer sleeve. Almost reminiscent of glass.

“Nyx Darkhelm. I’m in the process of acquiring a gift for a friend.” Another grin, their tail flicking back and forth. 

“Of course,” he smiled back. It was not a kind smile. “Call me Blank.”

The little girl stomped forward, reaching for Nyx. They froze, looking down at her. Without hesitation, she bumped her forehead into their leg, then looked up at them with a wide small-toothed smile. “Hello!”

They looked down at her, then back to Blank. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing, taking a seat beside the scrap covered table. “Er, hello,” they said, standing a bit stiffer.

The little girl blinked. “You’re fluffy,” she observed, with a peculiar brand of solemnity. Her little hands formed clumsy signs as she spoke, little gestures that they did not understand. “An’ your suit glows.”

“Ah, yes. It does.”

“That’s kinda nice.”

They nodded, considering. “Yes, I do find it quite nice.”

“You should wear some purple. I like purple. It’s the color of slugs Like Bijou! Bijou is yellow an’ purple an’ my best slug ever, but I gave him away because he wanted to go do more adventures. Now I don’t have a slug, but I do have a teeny tiny snake.” She took a breath and did not stop. “I think snakes are kind of good, but slugs are better. Slugs are all small and squishy, but snakes are too tricky and say mean things. Bijou didn’t say mean things. He said nice things. Slugs are always very nice, it’s in their,” a pause and a soft mumble as she sounded out the word, “in their nature.”

They tried to look back, think of if they had ever met a slug, one that was particularly purple or named Bijou. Nothing came to mind. “I see,” they said. They, in fact, were lying. “I am not purchasing anything for me, however.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it is a gift?” They glanced to Blank again. He made no movement to do much of anything, just watched his daughter. “A gift for someone else,” they thought it best to clarify.

The little girl thought about this, taking a seat on the ground and looking up at them, before nodding. “Okay.” Before they could open their mouth, continue their conversation with the tailor, she continued. “Do you have a name?”

“Ah, yes. Nyx.” They offered a shallow bow. Éadaoin did not bow back, just sat on the floor and began to pick her nose.

“I’m Éadaoin. Are you a fox?” Behind her, Blank’s faint smile grew, his gazer sharper than there was right for. They had the feeling they were being tested. They just didn’t know what they were being tested on.

“Ah. Yes, yes, I am.”

“Huh. Okay. I’m not a fox.” She squinted up at them.

“Yes, I could tell.”

“I like your flower. It’s shiny.”

“Ah. Thank you.”

Finally, Blank saw fit to cut in. “I think that our guest may wish to place their order before my scheduled client, little one.” He pulled himself up again, a few short gestures being directed towards Éadaoin before he offered Nyx a gloved hand to shake. His smile was genuine now, if no less sharp. In some way, they had passed. “We can discuss details, payment, and time restraints, of course. If it’s a fitted garment, I’ll need some sort of measurements. We have not technically opened yet, despite Suzy’s decision otherwise, so you have approximately a half hour until my client arrives.”

They took his hand, glancing down to the little girl who had already begun to lose interest, wrapping the pale blue ribbon that had sprung from her curls around her fingers in curving loops. “Wonderful,” they nodded. “I have nearly assembled an idea.”

“We’ll work together then, complete that thought,” Blank nodded. “I believe you’ll find that I am quite skilled in making simple ideas reality.” For some reason, they believed him.

#oc: blank #others ocs #fallen london fic swap #rune writes #does blank make every potential customer interact with his kids to judge whether they're worthy of taking on? #not In Court obviously but now he has a little more freedom to judge #i hope you enjoy!!!

[beeapocalypse]

hey what do you mean pocketcat had daans soul

#walked up the museum and pocketcat comes out w a wheelchair. says olivia got lonely and wanted to join the party. went in and fought the-- #--mechanical dance. map still said there was a contestant in there so i tracked down pocketcat. hey man why do you have daans checkered-- #--pants. kill him and get the blank soul. loot him and get daans loot. okay ?????? #like pocketcat is an entirely separate entity right. rhers light affects only the people themselves stripping their humanity away and-- #--supposedly revealing their true nature but i bought fuckin skin bibles from pocketcat AS daan. is this some sort of possession situation- #--did pocketcat somehow take daans body. WHY did he do that if so #daans blank soul and the whole idea there of him following the lead of authority does lend credence to that idea. a total imposition of-- #--pocketcats essence on daans body (while hes got daans pants + loot he says the same exact lines as he did b4 night3) or something #then theres the whole angle where pocketcat is a creep and there is NO way daan does not have issues around sex after getting raised in-- #--the cult of sylvain. head in my hands #also pocketcats fight when alone is a BITCH. dont have the salmonsnake rune so i only get a few free turns w the armguards-- #--b4 he insists i choose smth else / goes after black kalev instead. i am keeping this stupid goat alive the entire game this time around #small aside. rlly interesting implication that olivia held out against the moonscorching long enough that it took direct interference-- #--from pocketcat to turn. does that always happen or is it bc i didnt find a wheelchair for her + thus she spent most of her time in the-- #--protected train cabin ?

[rhywhitefang]

Tave in Ansuz

#tave nelson #lindoodle #blank rune

[roobylavender]

have you ever seen Full Moon o Sagashite? i only watched it two times but i still cried no matter what, the ending was so bittersweet :')

yes but i was nine at the time so i genuinely don’t even remember what happened in it except that the blue cat fairy dude fell in love with the girl i think..

#it’s the same with pichi pichi pitch and sugar sugar rune like these were veeery early animes for me so #i generally remember boy-girl drama but beyond that i’m blank 😔 #outbox

[ash-etherwood]

Ich bin der Prophet Der, der die Zeichen versteht Ich bin der Prophet Der, der den Schrecken säht

Hey, na.

Dinge, die auch nur so einmal alle zwei Jahre passieren … Wilhelm liest ein Kapitel und malt immediately ein Meisterwerk dazu UND scannt und coloriert und lädt es dann auch noch hoch. Wie passiert so was?

Ja sorry, ich muss mich hier mal kurz selber loben, weil ich mega, mega stolz auf dieses Kerlchen hier bin, ich meine seht ihn euch an???? ER IST DER PROPHET ALTER UND ER HAT FUCKING STIGMATA UND ER IST LITERALLY JUDAS UND JESUS GLEICHZEITIG UND ER WIRD GERADE LOWKEY GEKREUZIGT UND???? ER HAT GERADE DIE ZWEITE LIEBE SEINES LEBENS STERBEN SEHEN UND ER SOLLTE IHN EIGENTLICH SELBER TÖTEN UND ER WILL SICH DOCH NUR IN SEINEM DECKCHEN EINKUSCHELN!!!!!!

kednelennelfqöefwohefwhjfwbf

Sorry, das hier ergibt nur für drei Leute Sinn, aber ganz ehrlich, wenn du diesem Blog folgst und X der Zeit nicht liest, dann ist das dein eigenes Problem, mein Freund.

#not a sketch #sterbende teenager #blood // #in mir sind zwei wölfe einer ist meine menschlichen körperbedürfnisse der andere ist meine aggressive blank rune hyperfixation #und ja das ist so das vierte mal oder so dass ich einen gayen gestörten typen im priestergewand mit rotem halo gemalt hab #what about it huh #ich komm auf diesen boy gerade immer noch nicht klar hilf mir #ich fühle mich heute sehr katholisch

[im-the-star-and-i-cant-die]

Dem Willie ihm seine Inktober Prompt Liste 2022

Ich weiß, ich weiß, wir sind schon 4 Tage into Oktober, aber ich war dieses Jahr irgendwie faul und habe vergessen, dass das Konzept von Zeit und Raum existiert, deswegen kommt die Liste etwas verspätet!

Weil noch nicht alle Last Hour Refs fertig sind, gibt es dieses Jahr eine unheilige Mischung aus Blank Rune, Inner Shadow, Last Hour und Vivi, für die der Innere Kreis der Dödel teilweise voten durfte. (Und zum Teil war ich auch einfach so "Ich mach das jetzt so basta" ... ich glaube, nächstes Jahr mach ich einfach straight up Tavetober tbh. </3)

Anyway, hier sind die diesjährigen Prompts!

Reem + 🎓

Maverick + ♠️

Kostah + 🤓

Ellis + 🐋

Rex + 😅

Numina + 🔪

Holly + 🏬

Theben + 🍬

Quinn + 🌚

Capheira + 😾

Millet + 🐄

Juliana + 💒

Cas + 🐯

Bee + ⛺

Embrose + 🍑

Diego + 🐶

December + 🌧

Tiffany + 🎧

Trench + 🐟

Laure + 🐥

Fatima + 🍀

Glory + 💬

Cearis + 🐺

Acorn + 🤒

Jason + 🏸

Tave + 🎡

Sora & Barnacle + 🍜

Glory & Caravel + 🍄

Jason & Cearis + 🌼

Liam & June + 🎲

Tave / Rhy + 🏊

#the blank rune #the inner shadow #the last hour #wirres zeug #xtober 2022 #i guess thats what ill call it!! auch wenn da meine eigene mmff noch mit reingeschmuggelt is hihi #auf ein paar sachen freue ich mich sehr #vor ein paar hab ich angst... ^^;

[2ofswords]

Laure, Ash, Jason, and Crab Man disco elysium :)

Thank you for asking. ^^

Laure <3

Cultist girl!! I have a lot of feelings for her... She is quite the character and we barely started talking about her in the story. ^^ I thought for an absurdly long time, if I should leave out the horrible person one, but like... one incident made me cross that one. And it wasn't even her killing Agnes... "^^

Ash <3

The original blorbo! The one! I love them so much!!!

Jason <3

Oh boy... There's so many thoughts here. There is a lot going on here and I do not really know, if he will ever... well... appear that much. I prefer highlighting the tributes and all in all he is more of a... fascilitator. Still, I don't think I will be able to resist in the long run... And there is much to discuss! ^^

CRAB MAN!!! :D

Just one lovely guy! Crawling in the church. Praying to the mother of silence. No biggie! Seriously thought, the lore here is super interesting. On the other hand he himself is... just a pretentious weirdo... kinda? What a guy! (Also getting one of the most plotrelevant thoughts from him is like... quite the choice. God, I love this game...)

#ask meme #those were a lot of tags o.o #Alle anderen hatten so wenige gemacht und dann mülle ich alles zu #außerdem bin ich zu müde #um die Namen auch hübsch zu machen #sorry </3 #The Blank Rune #disco time!

[nagemqueen]

Out of context this is alarming... O.O

#rune factory lucas #rune factory 5 #Lucas really be giving serial killer vibes at times #I mean that blank stare...

[theostrophywife]

focus on me.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader request: I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A PRETZEL WHEN HE GIVES HER THOSE EYES- JESUS IM A CATHOLIC BUT THEO AND MATTHEO COULD BE MY NEW RELIGION- author's note: big thanks to @writingsbychlo for listening to me rant about this man in her inbox. posting this now so she can wake up to her mans. the way that i would fold for mattheo so fast (theo look away). anyways, enjoy this purely smutty fic 😮‍💨

You were supposed to be studying. 

When you came into his dorm, you specifically told Mattheo not to interrupt you under any circumstances. Usually, you preferred the library but some prat had accidentally set off a dung bomb, which meant closure until further notice. 

You tried studying in your dorm, but your fellow housemates decided that there was no better time to throw a back to school bash in the common room than the night before your Ancient Runes exam. Harry and Ron, who shared the same class, appeared completely unbothered as they chugged firewhisky straight from the bottle. 

Your roommate Hermione was long gone. Probably holed up somewhere in the dungeons with Draco. You followed your friend’s cue and snuck into your boyfriend’s dorm, narrowly avoiding Filch. It never seemed fair that the Slytherins got individual rooms, but tonight you had never been more thankful for it. 

Mattheo had set up a whole battle station for you on his desk. There were fresh ink pots, newly sharpened quills, and blank parchment waiting for you when you arrived. After kissing your sweet and considerate boyfriend, you went straight to work. 

By the time midnight struck, the parchment was filled with glowing runes, making your ink stained hands cramp from drawing out the symbols over and over again. To Mattheo’s credit, he kept to himself and read quietly on his bed while you studied. 

You were so engrossed in the material that you barely registered him kissing you on the cheek before leaving to take a shower. That little mistake cost you because as soon as he walked back into his dorm with nothing but a towel on, you nearly spilled fresh ink all over yourself. 

Water trickled down Mattheo’s chest, the little droplets snaking through his perfectly chiseled abs only to disappear beyond his v lines, which pointed like an arrow to what you knew was hiding underneath that towel. 

The fabric hung dangerously low on his hips as he walked over to his dresser to pick out something to wear. You watched with rapt attention as he braced himself against the wood, those delicious, juicy veins protruding from his forearms and nearly making you dizzy with desire. 

Finally, Mattheo turned. The silence had caught his attention and he smirked when he saw you ogling him. 

“See something you like, pretty girl?”

You flushed. “Just got a little distracted.”

Mattheo’s grin grew. He sauntered over to you, leaning over so that he had you caged against the desk. 

“Oh?” he asked, his voice low and husky and absolutely fucking sexy. “Maybe it’s time for a break then. You’ve been such a good girl studying so hard all night. I think you deserve a reward, my love.” 

Your breath hitched as Mattheo’s lips grazed yours. He tilted your chin up, giving you a perfect view of those brown eyes. Then he gave you the look and you knew you were done for. 

It was a look that said he wanted to devour every inch of you until you couldn’t even recall your own name. You gave in. Of course you gave in. How could you not?

“Maybe for a second…”

Mattheo took the opening. One arm snaked around your waist, bringing you up with him as he pressed you against the desk. His other arm crept up your back until he reached the nape of your neck, fisting your hair through his fingers as he kissed you roughly. 

“Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, princess? My smart schoolgirl in her tiny little skirt.” 

Mattheo carefully moved your studying materials aside before picking you up and setting you down on the table. He gripped the top of your thighs and brought you to the edge while sliding his tongue against yours. You whimpered as he grinded against you, showing you exactly how hard he was underneath the towel.

“Been thinking about bending you over this table all night,” Mattheo whispered in your ear. His hand climbed higher up your thigh and you felt your body instantly respond to his touch. “Bet you’re soaking wet for me already, aren’t you angel?”

You moaned as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. “Matty, please.” 

Your boyfriend smiled at your nickname for him, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. “What is it that you want, darling?”

“Touch me. Please.” 

Mattheo smirked as he tugged your panties off. His lust filled gaze drank you in as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this all for me, princess?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nipping at his neck. “It’s not fair. You play dirty, Matty. You can’t just walk in here with nothing but a towel on.” 

“Why not, angel?”

You sighed, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His muscles flexed under your fingertips as you gently raked your nails against his six pack. “Because you’re sexy and I can’t help myself.” 

Mattheo chuckled darkly, plunging two fingers in your pussy. You bucked against his hand, watching in stunned silence as he withdrew it only to stick his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted you on him. 

“This is exactly what I mean,” you whined. “For Godric’s fucking sake, how am I supposed to concentrate after that?”

“Maybe we can compromise, angel.” He shuffled through your parchments and stuck one to the wall. “I’m going to trace the runes inside of you and if you get them all right, then I’ll give you your reward.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Mattheo grinned before giving you a quick peck. “Pay attention, sweetheart.” 

His fingers dipped through your folds once more and you gripped his arm, fighting the moan from escaping your lips. Mattheo curled his fingers inside of you, drawing a familiar shape. 

“Urus,” you said in a breathy voice. “It means strength.”

“That’s right, angel.” He shifted as you ran your hands down his arms. You could feel his veins throbbing underneath your palm as he fingered you. “Don’t get distracted now. I know how much you love my hands. I promise they’ll be wrapped around your throat by the end of the night if you get all these right. Now focus.”

You nodded, eyes fluttering close as he traced another rune. “Algiz,” you answered. “For protection.” 

“Hot and smart,” Mattheo announced proudly. “How’d I get so lucky?”

His lips grazed yours and you willingly parted for him, fluttering around his fingers as his tongue slid into your mouth. He pumped his digits inside of you, teasing and taunting. 

“Let’s try something harder, princess.” 

Mattheo’s skillful fingers prodded against your walls, sketching a complicated shape. You closed your eyes and focused. It was a tricky one, but you remembered the cris cross pattern. 

“Inguz,” you said decidedly. “Fertility.” 

“That’s right,” Mattheo said with a smile. “You're doing so well, sweetheart. One more and you can have anything you want.” 

“Anything?” you asked with a small smile.

“Whatever that devious little mind of yours desires, my love.” 

“Okay,” you replied. “I’m ready, then.”

Your boyfriend nodded, staring right into your eyes as he marked the last and final rune. It was an effort not to get lost in those warm, brown eyes. But you steeled yourself, determined to claim your prize.

“Rerth. For luck.”

“Good girl,” Mattheo said with a smirk. “Fitting since you’re getting lucky tonight, angel. Where should we start?” 

You bit your lip, cocking your head at him. It was nearly an impossible choice. You wanted to kiss him. Bite him. Lick him. All of the above and more. 

But there was one thing that stood out from all the other deliciously sinful choices. You pressed your palm against his abs and grinned. 

“I want to ride your abs.”

Mattheo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected it, but fuck he was so down. He would’ve given you anything with the way you were looking at him right now. 

“You never fail to surprise me,” he said fondly. “Well come on then, let’s make your filthy little fantasy a reality.” 

In one smooth move, he lifted you off the table and deposited you on top of his bed. Mattheo reclined against the headboard and watched with hungry eyes as you straddled his stomach. He smiled as you slipped the tie off your neck and looped it around him. 

It was a simple move, but so fucking sexy and possessive at the same time. You were claiming him. Mattheo was yours and you were his. You belonged to one another—mind, body, and soul. 

Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks on your skin as his deft fingers made quick work of the first few buttons on your blouse. He leaned back and admired his work, his hands gripping your hips while you grinded your soaking wet sex against his muscles. 

He didn’t think it would feel this good. There was something about you using his body to get yourself off that fucking turned him on like no other. Mattheo lifted your skirt up, fisting the fabric in his hands and watching as you coated him with your arousal. 

The little whimpers you were making sounded like music to his ears. “My good little slut,” he said, squeezing your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon. “You’re so fucking filthy, baby. Using me to get yourself off. I’m just your fuck toy aren’t I princess?”

“So good,” you murmured. “You feel so good, Matty.”

The desperation in your voice set him off. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and bucked forward, smirking in satisfaction when you moaned. The ridges of his abs rubbed against your clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive area. 

“Keep riding me,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Just like that, angel. Such a good girl for me.”

You closed your eyes, lost to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mattheo gripped your chin, his voice rough around the edges as he spoke. “Open your eyes, darling. I want to watch you cum.”

His rich brown eyes pinned you in place, drinking in every detail. That sexy smirk curved against his lips as he hooked his arms behind his head, admiring the view of his girl riding him. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re making such a fucking mess. Such an innocent face, but you turn into a filthy whore when you’re with me.” 

“Only for you, Mattheo.” 

“Damn fucking right,” he said, sliding his hands under your skirt to rub at your clit. 

You bucked against him, riding out the high. Heat exploded in your core and seeped into your veins. Mattheo kissed you roughly, staking his claim on you as he devoured your moans. 

“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

The orgasm felt like a lightning strike. It hit you all at once, making your walls spasm as you came all over Mattheo’s abs. He cursed when he felt you soaking him through, utterly turned on by the mess that you’ve made. Mattheo had never been harder in his life. 

Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your face, pulling you taut to him as you came down from the high. Mattheo brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. He groaned and held your hips down, grinding his boner against your ass. 

“I’m not done making you cum, princess. You’ve got one more in you, don’t you angel?” 

As sensitive as you were, your pussy throbbed at his words. When it came to Mattheo, you could never really get enough. 

“I thought I only got one reward. You’re spoiling me, Matty.” 

“There’s no question about it. You’re my spoiled rotten little princess. But this reward isn’t for you, it’s for me.” He smacked your ass, gesturing for you to get up. “Now come on, angel. I was serious about that desk.” 

He smirked as he walked you back to his desk, his hands disappearing underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass. Mattheo kissed you roughly before he flipped you over, bending you on the desk so you were face down and ass up. He flipped your skirt up, hissing when he found you soaking wet again.

“You just can’t help yourself can you, princess?” He pumped himself in his hand before sliding the tip of his cock along your folds. “Gods, you’re fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?” 

You whimpered, rocking your hips against him for more friction. Mattheo held you in place, fisting your hair in his hands. 

“Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg like the good little slut that you are.” 

“Please, Matty,” you whined. “I need you so badly that it hurts.” 

He kissed the base of your spine, grinning as he eased his length inside of you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you gripped the edges of the table as Mattheo buried his cock within your walls. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but he kept you upright, cursing when he felt how wet and tight you were. 

“Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust into you slowly. Mattheo gripped you from behind, picking up the pace. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice. “Gods, pussy’s so good baby. You’re doing so well. Taking all of me like my perfect little whore.” 

Mattheo fucking adored the way you blushed at his filthy words. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he fucked you into the table. He thought he was going to pass the fuck out when you grinded back into him, meeting his movements to take more and more of him. Mattheo leaned over and shielded your head from the wall, making sure you were protected as the table shook underneath you. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy little moans was enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make good on his promise. Mattheo always put his girl first. The boys were right. He might be just a little bit pussy whipped. 

Even without the sex, you could’ve asked Mattheo to kill for you and he would’ve done so without question. 

“I fucking love you, darling. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you,” he said, every word laced with conviction. “Forever and always.” 

“I love you too, Matty. Forever and always.” 

He kissed your cheek, the action surprisingly soft compared to how rough the sex was. You felt like you could’ve melted onto the floor. 

“Cum with me, my love.” 

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you as that familiar heat spread burned in your core. He held you as the orgasm rocked through your body, sharing in the euphoric high while the two of you finished together. His grip around you only tightened, hugging you from behind while he slowly pulled out. You were barely keeping upright as it was, your legs threatening to give out under you. 

Without a word, your boyfriend scooped you into his arms and brought you back to bed. He cradled you against him, whispering praises and encouragement while stroking your hair. 

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you for remembering all those runes. You’re gonna ace your exam tomorrow.” 

“You really think so, Matty?” You snuggled against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mattheo stroked your back and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“I know so, darling. You have no idea how proud I am for having such a smart girlfriend. I love bragging about you to our friends.” 

You flushed. “Well, I couldn’t have done it all on my own. I had some help from my smart, sweet, and sexy study partner.

Mattheo grinned and kissed you gently. “Glad to be of service, my love.” 

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[justsleepyrune]

@thedeafprophet

This isn't For anything, I just. had a funny idea and couldn't let it go. Enjoy a jamie slug day >:)

General rating | Éadaoin Blank, Jamie Awnings, Mish-mish the Cat | 1579 words |

Éadaoin and Mish-mish were on an adventure. The family cat had been given careful instructions to watch her while Suzy was shopping. Mostly that meant wandering around the small park, going to find their favorite bench. It was the best bench for sitting. It was quiet, it was comfortable, it was the best place to throw breadcrumbs to pigeons, and Éadaoin had even brought Bijou along, her little stuffed slug that Baba had made her. 

Bijou was yellow and purple. Bijou was the best. Suzy had even stitched him a little ruffled collar, so he could be very fancy. Éadaoin had a lot of stuffed animals, Baba always liked making them, little dollies and stuffies with beaded eyes and embroidered hearts. He said it helped him think. Éadaoin just liked to have them all. 

“This way,” Mish-mish instructed, ducking between her legs as she guided her. Éadaoin knew where to go, but she let her lead anyway. Sometimes she went the wrong way and still ended up in the right spot. It was pretty neat.

There, her favorite bench. Except something wasn’t right. Instead of being empty, ready for her to sit and maybe feed a few pigeons. A redhead was sitting down on her bench, humming a little tune to themself as they set down their bag.

Mish-mish paused her walk, fluffy orange tail flicking back and forth as she considered what to do. “We ought to tell them to leave,” she meowed after a moment of thought. “That’s our spot.”

Éadaoin nodded. Bijou needed to sit. She walked up to the redhead, putting her hands on her hips, Bijou’s tail clutched carefully in her fist. She couldn’t sign in her pose, but it made her look pretty scary, she thought. “Excuuse me. You can’t sit on my bench.” She shook her head, clicking her tongue like Baba always did. “This is my bench.” 

“This isn’t your bench. You can not own a bench.” The redhead huffed, setting down the book that they’d been about to open. “Besides, I sit on this bench. Quite often. I have a book to read.” They pointed down at the book, as if it proved that they had a right to sit there.

Mish-mish ducked underneath the bench, silent as a shadow. Coward.

Éadaoin frowned, shaking her head again. “I don’t wanna share my bench though.”

“Well, neither do I. Perhaps you could go, hm? Find another bench.” They stuck their nose up, gesturing to the other side of the park. “Look, over there. A perfectly serviceable bench. Just for your enjoyment.”

“You use lots of big words.”

“Why, yes, I do. I’ve been told I have a talent for them.” 

She sighed, slumping her shoulders and staring dramatically at the sky. “I guess I’ll share my bench.” 

They wrinkled their nose, looking down at her, before moving their bag to block any place that she could sit. She took a deep breath, mustering all of her strength, before yanking the bag to the ground. It toppled, another book flopping out with all the energy of a dead fish that had slipped out of Suzy’s hands. The redhead grit their teeth, bending down to grab the bag, clutching it to their chest. 

Éadaoin took the moment’s distraction to crawl onto the bench, grinning smugly. She was pretty smart.

Inching as far away from her as they could without leaving the bench, the redhead opened their book again, a rather snide hum escaping them. Éadaoin swung her legs back and forth, content with the silence.

For a few moments anyway.

After a moment, Bijou was bored, so she began to let him fly through the sky, making a soft whirring noise as he soared. The redhead glanced over, then pointedly looked away, clearing their throat as they turned the page.

Attention drawn again, Éadaoin watched them. She swung her head to the side, trying to turn it as much as possible, so she could almost flip her view of them upside down. “Why’re you so short?”

“I am not short,” they glared. “You are short. You’re tiny.”

“Well, yeah, ‘cause I’m a kid. Kids can be short. You’re like already ten, so you can’t be short anymore.” She looked at them solemnly. “That’s just science.”

They paused. Seventeen different emotions passed across their face. For some reason, they seemed annoyed. “I’m not ten. I’m a fully grown adult.”

“How old are you then, huh?” She pushed down Bijou’s face, making him frown. 

“I am a perfectly respectable twenty-seven, I’ll have you know.” 

“That’s a stupid age,” she told them, quite triumphantly. Mish-mish’s tail flicked against her ankles. It sorta tickled.

“You’re a child,” they muttered, pressing their fingers to their temple. Their face was all scrunched up funny. “You’re a child. I’m arguing with a literal child. I’m being insulted by a literal child. What have I come to? Have I truly sunk this low?”

“Your face looks funny,” she helpfully told them. “You look like your tummy hurts. Are you hungry? When I’m hungry, then my tummy hurts, an’ I get food an’ it’s all better!”

They looked up to the sky, pretty dramatically. “Whatever I did, I apologize. Save me.” Éadaoin wasn’t sure who they were talking to. It wasn’t like there was anyone around. “Was it last night? An accident. I don’t deserve this.”

“Why’re you talkin’ to yourself?” She stuck out her bottom lip, huffing. 

“Hadst thou no poison mix’d, no sharp ground knife,” they stopped, looking down again at her, opening their mouth and staring at her. “I’m not! I’m just talking! It’s called a soliloquy!”

Éadaoin considered. “I don’t even know what that is. What’s your name?”

“I— Jamie. Jamie Awnings.” 

She studied them for a moment. They had dark circles under their eyes, like Baba. They looked tired. Mean and stupid, but a little too tired too. Like they hadn’t had a nap and were pretending they didn’t need one. 

“I’m Éadaoin. You look sad. Are you sad?”

They opened their mouth again, as if they were going to respond. Then they paused, taking a deep breath, and closed it again. She watched them, tilting her head all the way to the side again. She had to grip onto the side of the bench, nearly toppling over, but she did it. She had good balance like that. 

“It’s okay to be sad,” she told them, trying to scrunch her face into looking understanding. “You can be tired too. You go and you take a nap and you eat some food an’ you’ll feel better. That’s what I do.”

“I am fine,” they muttered, frowning. “I just wanted to sit on my bench. Read my book.”

She considered. “Well, you are sittin’ on a bench. It’s my bench, but we can share it. It can be our bench. Okay?”

Jamie paused, tilting their head, as if considering whether sharing a bench was worth it. Finally, they nodded. “Fine.”

They sat in silence again, for a whole fifty seconds, before Éadaoin spoke again. “Do you wanna see my slug?”

Jamie gave her a side eye, raising their eyebrows. “No.”

She hoisted Bijou up anyway, putting him really close to their face. “This is Bijou. He really likes adventures an’ makin’ people happy. He keeps nightmares away.”

“That’s very nice,” Jamie mumbled, still looking at their book. They carefully made a note in it. She poked their arm and they yelped, looking at her. They looked to Bijou. Sighed. “Wow, what an amazing slug.”

“Yeah, he is,” she nodded, before leaning over their arm to try and read their book. She huffed. “Why’s your book got so many words?”

“Because it’s a good book. Goodness. This isn’t even that many words, it’s a script, not a— you know what? Fine.”

“What’s it called?”

“I don’t actually know yet. I had it named one thing, but I think I’ll change it. I made some edits, it doesn’t suit it anymore.”

“You wrote it?”

“Yes. As I said before, I’m good with words.” 

She paused, squinting up at them. They looked down at her with a sigh. “Can you read to me?” she asked, grinning. She made sure to stick her tongue between her missing tooth, since that always made Suzy smile.

They considered. “Will it make you shut up?”

“Yeah! I promise! I’ll be so quiet, you won’t even know I exist!”

Jamie sighed again, a much longer sigh. They sighed too much. “Fine. Be quiet.”

She snuggled into their arm as they began to read, some story about a child who was very bad at playing cards and some sort of monkey. They had a nice voice, something that changed whenever they spoke as another character, with rises and falls that began to lull her to sleep. She carefully let Bijou drop into their bag as her eyes began to close, a yawn escaping her. She kept it quiet though, just like she’d promised.

She would wake an hour later, as Baba thanked a redhead and Mish-mish hopped up onto his shoulder and rubbed her face against Éadaoin’s sleepy cheek. She’d fallen asleep on the way back home, dreams filled with tall men in tall hats and friends who always came back. 

Bijou wouldn’t come back, but she was pretty sure he’d found a new adventure. Besides, she always slept better with her stuffies. Maybe Jamie would feel the same. She had a feeling he could use a nap.

#fl oc #rune writes #oc: blank #(it's his daughter so it goes in his tag haha) #others ocs

[athingofvikings]

The thing with dogwhistles is that they are extremely effective at both communicating to the intended audience of bigots and at driving those outside of the audience utterly up the wall. It's like an inversion of gaslighting and sealioning combined.

See, if some musician comes out and says, point blank, "I like Hitler", there's no ambiguity. There's no shield of deniability. His defenders have to stretch to try to ascribe his actions to his mental state or other issues, because there's no defending those words.

But an effective dogwhistle? So long as there's the barest veneer of ambiguity, it's completely deniable and dismissable to anyone who is looking for a reason.

Trump-era ICE posts a 14 word mission statement and gives statistics in counts of 88? Oh, they're not Nazis, you're just being paranoid!

Someone goes on a tear about "Reptilians running our government" isn't being antisemitic, no! They're just dehumanizing the elites out of frustration, stop being paranoid and seeing things where they aren't!

A major streaming service puts a movie poster with a Jewish character with horns behind his head? Oh, that's just the bull from Wall Street, they're not making an allusion to an ancient and famous piece of antisemitic belief! You're just seeing things!

"Reject modernity, embrace tradition" is just a meme, it's not a fascist slogan! Stop trying to ruin people's fun and police their language! You're just looking for things to be offended by!

That stage was just arranged that way by accident, and the resemblance to a Nazi rune is just a coincidence. Trump has done enough bad shit that you don't need to go grasping at straws to try to make him look worse.

...and so forth. And if you know how white supremacists, fascists, and other authoritarians communicate to each other, with that sort of coded language, if you know that they do this on purpose... it is enough to drive you to tears out of frustration at how people don't care, and don't want to listen.

But they use them because if they were open about their beliefs, like Kanye, they would get the same response.

And that gives them a hell of an incentive to hide it, don't you think?

#antisemitism #dogwhistles

[rhywhitefang]

When we were young

#blank rune #lindoodle #evil trio together #well not together they didnt know each other yet #brain (jason) brawn (scaevola) and beauty (caeris) #well caeris is also brain #headcanon that she still has to explain the arena controls to jason