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gildedkrone · 6 months

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KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

Price, who is an excellent soft dom in the bedroom. Driven by pride and ego, he always sought to fulfil your pleasure before his own during your trysts. He’s always checking on you and making sure your emotional and physical needs are met through praises and mouthy lips on yours.

Price, who returns home from his job with a weary heart and tired body. The mission went south and kept him from his beloved sweetheart for an additional five days. He agrees in an instant and a few minutes later, his shirt is unbuttoned and his trousers are pulled down to his thighs.

“Luv, please … have mercy …” Price groans when his tip is pressed against your ass for the third time. It’s long, stiff, and stands proudly, and he would’ve gripped your hips if it weren’t for the cuffs on his wrists keeping his grubby hands off your body.

“Patience, captain.” You smirk when he lets loose another curse before his temper cascades into a deep growl when he’s finally had enough of your teasing. It’s been weeks and he had looked forward to burying himself balls deep in his lover for days to satiate his urges and needs. Only to be tied down to the bed with your clumsy rear taunting him.

It’s the furthest his dick has gone into you and you purr, “C’mon, you can beg for more.”

The yelp from your lips accompanies a ripping sound and hands clasp around your neck to flip your over with the captain settling on your pelvis. He’s fuming, oh he is, and by all means he is unimpressed as you backpedal with an uneasy laugh, “Hey, cap, no need to be so angry yeah? I’m just teasing you.”

The broken pieces of velcro tape laid by your forearms and your hips are jerking and twitching when his dick fills your greedy hole so quickly and you are instantly regretting your decisions. Price would absolutely breed you until you are a shivering mess, all loose and strengthless with his seed spilling out around your white rim and onto the bed. Your torso, painted white from your own release and sticky and if Price is feeling really bold, licks a line between from your navel to your chest through the mess.

Make no mistake; Price may not be the youngest man you’ve been with but he’s got that stamina to just keep going and by the third round, he is only partially satiated while you are out of the count. He doesn’t stop of course, and you are bred over and over again until your ass hurts and your dick shoots blanks.

He makes good on his threat, and when he’s done, he rests his wet cock on your chest and runs the bath to get you cleaned up before he is snuggling you under the covers.

König is also a soft dom but, occasionally, he does have a mean streak which manifests itself in dirty talk and aggressiveness. The man works very hard in his career, how else would he be a colonel at 34, and needs an outlet for his stress occasionally and what better candidate than his boyfriend—you?

König knows he is much larger than your previous partners and is always cautious of being rough in bed with you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, even if you are built Ford tough. But you know to bring out the colonel in him, all you need is to tease him relentlessly and act like a spoilt brat before he is putting a stop to it.

“Schatz, bitte! B-bitte!” He pulls on the restrains as you slide off his dick again. König’s so damn hard from just the initial few touches and his muffled groans are much louder when his dick lodges itself between your cheeks. He’s desperate for you to just move.

“Kö, c’mon, where’s that self-restraint? Aren’t you a soldier or something?” Long auburn hair is messily splayed on the pillow and he wiggles his hips to get some friction on his neglected length even when you tut gently to keep his hips in place.

He pants, “N-no more … Let me feel you, bärchen. I’ll make you feel good, I promise ah!”

“Kö, what kind of colonel begs so easily? Should I tell your coworkers?” His eyes flash with indignation and the straps on the bedframe is pulled taut and then, snaps as König grabs your hair and pulls you off his hips. You barely register the pillow against your face before he pulls your hips up and his fat dick pushes past a tight rim into heat with a sigh from the colonel and it stings when he slaps your ass and gives you a good stroke.

“You are really asking for it, schatz. Do you need to be punished?” And by god, you are absolutely going to be screaming into the pillows as he uses your body like his cock sleeve. He will joke about his handprints on your hips later and you whine as the punishing pace begins and his cruel laughter fuels the drool falling from your lips.

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s3rg34nt-sl9t · 9 months

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Being pregnant, but with the young of your monster lover headcanons. <3

Werewolves can breed an average of 5 pups into you, so that’ll be a lot of kicking. Your breasts will naturally be swell up with ample milk for your pups, which is a natural change that some mates of werewolves aren’t prepared for. Also, be prepared to be knotted again and again throughout your pregnancy. There’s something about a pregnant mate that makes werewolves horny…

Tentacle monsters will deposit 50 to 100 eggs into you, but they’re usually small and jelly-like, so it’ll be easier when it comes to laying them. Your belly will slosh around with every step, and it’s common for a tentacle monster’s significant other to expel gelatinous material from their hole throughout the pregnancy. This is normal, as sometimes tentacle monster semen can’t escape the womb due to the eggs blocking the exit.

Dragon eggs are much harder to lay, unfortunately. They’re big, hard, and will hurt when being pushed out. It’s usually easier to have some sort of lubricant before laying dragon eggs (whether it be the knot of your dragon lover, or your own juices) Even then, however, they’ll tease you by crowning, only to drift back up into your womb. At least dragon mates usually only lay an average of 3 eggs…

Slime eggs commonly glow. You get to see you how they emit light out of your swollen belly, watching your bioluminescent young swirl around. Though gelatinous, they’re roughly the same size as dragon eggs and are linked together, so laying them can be mildly difficult. To help, slimes that have the ability to emit aphrodisiac pheromones will try to relax you, so that your walls can loosen up and push out the long chain of eggs. Roughly 10 to 15 eggs per pregnancy, though the numbers can increase depending on how many times your bred by your slime lover.

Minotaur/cow calves are huge. And I mean huge. Despite only averaging 1 calf each pregnancy, it feels like you have at least 10 inside of your womb. It’ll be almost impossible to sit up, let alone walk. And it doesn’t help that your breasts will be supple with sweet milk, weighing you down even more. It helps to be milked to get rid of that extra weight, though it’ll only provide a couple of days of relief before your breasts are ready for milking again. Birthing will be painful, but at least you were prepped a bit by a giant bull cock.

Any other thoughts? <3

#🐙 writes #nsft #nsft monsterfucker #nsft breeding #nsft pregnancy #nsft werewolf #nsft tentacles #nsft dragon #nsft slime #nsft minotaur

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ghost-bxrd · 6 months

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“This is where you live?”

Jason drops the duffle bag on the counter, “Yeah. It’s no manor, kid. I told you.”

He’s not self conscious. He’s not. This apartment is fuckin’ nice ok? He spent a lot of money on decor and proper kitchenware and furniture and shit.

But Jason also knows that, objectively speaking, it doesn’t hold a candle to Wayne manor and its fifty-something bedrooms. That place is basically its own country.

Bruce nods.

“I like it,” he says solemnly, walking over towards the window to peek through the blinds. The view from up here isn’t exactly panorama level but the building is one of the tallest in Crime Alley and Jason’s apartment is on the top floor, so it does provide a pretty good view of a good portion of the Alley. “It doesn’t feel as empty.”

Jason pauses where he’s resetting the traps and alarms by the door, glancing over his shoulder to where Bruce is starting to tentatively explore the living space and is struck by how violently out of place the boy looks with his rigid posture and elegantly curved eyebrows. Even the plain hoodie, faded hand-me-down jeans and ridiculous wool cap aren’t enough to hide how utterly not Crime Alley born-and-bred he is. Everything about Bruce is basically screaming rich-Bristol-trust-fund-kid.

Which, yeah. Checks out.

Jason clears his throat and clicks the security on, waiting for the small light at the side to switch from green to red.

“Your room’s the one down the hall to the left. Right one is mine. Door at the end of the hall is the bathroom.”

Bruce hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulder, eyes eerily vacant as always, but Jason wants to think that there’s a sliver of curiosity behind that steely gaze anyways as he inclines his head and makes his way down the hall.

As soon as the kid vanishes around the corner Jason allows himself a moment to exhale and run a hand down his face tiredly.

Jesus fucking Christ.

What was he thinking.

How the fuck is he supposed to raise a tiny Bruce Wayne with his older furry counterpart running around Gotham at night hunting criminals? Criminals like Jason?

Nothing. He was thinking nothing. And it’s about to bite him in the ass.

No way can he build a criminal empire and take over the drugs and weapons trade with a traumatized nine year old dependent on him.

God dammit.

#prompts #look I’m sorry #but I needed to write this #Drabble #Bruce loves his new and scary guardian #the traumatized little bean is like a spooked cat #he loves cuddles but he doesn’t know how to ask for them #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #time travel #dimension travel #alternate universe #bruce wayne #dick grayson #red hood #batfam fic #Jason todd is a dad

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crevicedwelling · 13 days

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hi! i was wondering about handling captive bred insects/invertebrates. my mom really loves this jumping spider facebook, and i was like, i know its cute but she really shouldnt be handling it that often, and my mom got really defensive. am i wrong? how often can you handle spiders/invertebrates? i was under the impression it should only be when necessary, and i guess necessary does fluctuate (showing off the features when given indicators that they arent distressed and its okay to do so, etc) but i dont know. sorry for the long ask you just seemed like you know a lot about this and in the case of jumping spiders specifically i was under the impression especially it was not wise to handle them bc they end up stepped on; even when the person knows what theyre doing. thank you for sharing your creatures with the world <3 and for your time should you answer this

yeah handling pet invertebrates should be kept to a minimum, especially species for which handling is a huge stressor (such as things that need high humidity, darkness, have skin sensitive to oils and salts, or just really hate being handled)

jumping spiders are one of the more-ok groups to handle in my opinion because they tend to be active, arboreal, diurnal animals and human hands aren’t too far off from a bunch of sticks to jump around. however, handling often means a spider is moving more than it would otherwise, or it might feel chased, or it might just want to get off these weird warm sticks attached to a big staring face. additionally, I don’t think the jumping spider will gain anything from being handled, and only stands to gain negative experiences from it.

brief handling when necessary (prevent escape, cleaning, showing the animal off for a short time) is fine but constant handling wouldn’t do the spider any good.

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felinefractious · 23 days

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i really dont know much about maine coons but they look super cool, what are the "maine coon features" you mention in your post about people thinking their longhairs are maine coons?

The appearance of the Maine Coon is supposed to be a well-balanced. The head and muzzle should be squared with a clear stop. Ear tufts should be distinctly present.

For the sake of showing the Maine Coon is classified as a “semi-longhair,” so they aren’t supposed to be a giant puffball like the Persian or British Longhair.

I’m having a hard time explaining it in a way that I feel makes sense.

The French registry LOOF has some excellent illustrated standards for some of their breeds. Cedarseed has also put together an excellent visual guide to various breeds available for purchase as an e-book or physical copy.

It’s an awesome, huge resource that I can’t recommend enough both for the feline artist - be it big cats, other wild cats or our domestic buddies - or the purebred snob afficiando likes myself.

On the left we have Honey Sushi, a Domestic Longhair available for adoption mis-labeled as a Maine Coon mix and on the right we have Tigerfeet Billie Holiday the Maine Coon.

Honey’s ears are too wide-set and rounded, he lacks the characteristic ear tufts and his muzzle is not well-defined. His whisker pads kind of just blend into the rest of his face as an entire unit compared to Billie distinct muzzle that leaves no question where no question as to where it starts and ends. Billie also has the squared head of the breed while Honey does not.

Tallulah Gin is listed as a Maine Coon x Persian mix, although she is most likely a Domestic Longhair. Her coat is an excellent example of what a Maine Coon’s coat shouldn’t look like - not that anything is wrong with her beautiful fur, it’s just not Maine Coon fur.

Compared to this Maine Coon from The Opal Temple. You can see that the topline is smooth and “short” but the fur gets gradually longer towards the belly and pants where it achieves maximum fluff. Also note that the Maine Coon’s head doesn’t disappear into a Lion King worthy mane, the ruff is more moderate and follows the same pattern as the rest of the coat of being short up top flowing downward into the longer part of the coat.

There are random-bred cats with one or more of these “Maine Coon” features, and there are Maine Coon’s which are more moderate or more extreme and don’t meet the standard to a T.

I can show you pedigree Maine Coon’s with wide forehead, tall ears, insubstantial ear tufts, proportions not well-balanced or however many faults you want to list.

I can also show you random-bred cats with squared heads and muzzles, well-spaced ears, a coat that’s short in the right places and long in the right places and falls just so.

I’ve met cats where I’ve been told they’re a Maine Coon mix and I don’t go “Oh obviously” but “Yeah, I can see that.” This isn’t commonplace, but it’s happened a few times where the cat has been passable as a poorly bred Maine Coon or mix.

But what gets me is so often I see people - online and in person - who say their cat is a Maine Coon or Maine Coon mix, they sweat up down and sideways that it must be true because the cat looks so much like a Maine Coon…

And then the cat is the moggiest moggy to have ever moggied. Not a single Maine Coon feature in sight, unless you include long fur - and some of them don’t even have that! Is the resemblance that they’re both cats? Is that what you’re seeing?

If you’re going to try to sell me on your cat being a Maine Coon or mix at least show me you have a basic understanding of the breed’s conformation and show me what features make you feel that way about your cat that don’t include “big” and “fluffy.”

#anonymous #asks #cat breeds #maine coon

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jadevine · 3 months

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Medieval Warhorses, Repost + additions!

Since people loved my "Preindustrial travel times" post so much, I decided to repost my "Realistic warhorses" info separately from the original link, where it was a response to "how to get the feel of realistic combat."

The original link is here.

The "Warhorse" post on my blog, plus a recent addition, is here.

And here's the text for people who want to go down my "grown up horse-girl" rabbit hole right away!

Medieval Warhorses:

First of all: DESTRIERS WERE NOT DRAFT HORSES. Horse/military historians are begging people to stop putting their fantasy knights on Shires, Belgians, and other massive, chunky farm-horses! The best known instance of “a knight needs to get lifted onto their 18-hand draft horse” is a SATIRE (A Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, if I remember right), but somehow laymen decided to take it seriously.

Hell, I think the film’s historians knew that this was extremely inaccurate and begged the director not to do it.

For the purposes of this post, I will not get into the different TYPES OF WARHORSES. That is a hyper-fixation for another day, lol.

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First problem with “Draft horses as warhorses:”

The bulk of modern-day “breeds” are far too recent for a medieval or medieval-fantasy story. Modern horse “breeds” began around the 1700s-1800s, so that’s in the EXTREMELY late-medieval/early-modern period. Before that, most medieval horses were referred to by “TYPE/PURPOSE” and maybe a “Country/Region.” “Spanish/Iberian horses” (the ancestors of modern-day Andalusians, Carthusians, and Lusitanos) were overwhelmingly popular for combat, and other baroque horses were also esteemed.

Destriers are physically average-height at 15 hands high (about 5 feet tall at the shoulder/withers), but the important part is that they are STACKED at 1200-1300lbs when most 15-hand horses are only 900-1000lbs, so that’s a quarter to a third more weight in muscle.

And remember, muscle will not make a given horse look “chubby!” Good ways to get across a warhorse’s muscles in writing is 1) how ROCK SOLID they are when you touch them, 2) their chiseled shoulders, necks, and butts, and 2) when they get into motion, especially for a fight, their muscles will flex and get REALLY defined. The three regions I mentioned are usually the most visible if they’ve got horse tack or a rider on them.

Think of the difference between “regular horse” and “destrier” as “regular Tom Hardy, who looks fit but normal,” versus “Tom Hardy playing Bane, where he put on thirty pounds and his torso and arms look like a fucking tree-trunk.”

Warhorses had nerves of steel, and the best-trained warhorses used could sprint and turn on a dime–they’ve been called “the sports cars of the medieval world.” This is a far cry from huge, sweet, and lumbering draft horses.

Besides Spanish horses, modern-day candidates for destriers would be European cobs (heavier all-purpose horses, large Welsh cobs are the best-known modern breed), and Foundation Quarter Horses (working/stock horses that can herd cattle and race and actually USE their muscles, not the bloated halter-horses who are mostly bred to look “good” to judges).

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But if the destrier was supposed to be the horse equivalent of “Tom Hardy as Bane” and not “The Mountain from Game of Thrones,” then how could they carry a knight’s armor as well as their own?

First of all, human combat armor is different from JOUSTING armor and it is easily half the weight for better mobility. Warhorses from proper medieval times aren’t shown wearing much horse-armor, even in jousting. The stuff you see in museums is also frequently the custom-made armor for wealthy nobles, who either 1) wore it once or twice a year for public celebrations, which is also why the armor’s in pristine condition instead of dented and bloody like combat armor would be, or 2) wore it because they were rich enough to not want themselves OR their expensive horses to die too soon in combat.

Assuming that all destriers needed to carry 150lbs for an adult armored man, PLUS another 150lbs of the horse’s riding tack and armor, is like people from the years 2500-3000 assuming that everyone with a “car” must have a Lamborghini or a Ferrari that takes up a lot of maintenance (if you want to keep it looking nice, at least) and can go 200 miles per hour.

So the vast majority of realistic warhorses/destriers didn’t get much if any armor, because 1) horse-armor is for princes and dukes, not Count Whoever’s third son or his nephew that he tossed out on adulthood with barely any money, and 2) horse-armor is going to weigh down your FAST and NIMBLE warhorse. (Remember: Knights wanted sports cars, not tanks!) Take a look at the horses and knights of the website called “Destrier!” Most horses there aren’t notably tall, and they mostly wear head-armor and fancy but not heavy horse-tack like capes, instead of full barding.

Another reason average/short warhorses were preferred is for medieval safety issues: You wanted to mount your horse from the ground without help. The famous knight Jean Le Maingre was so dedicated to fighting that he could VAULT onto his horse in armor, without touching the stirrups. His instructions are, essentially, “put on your armor, find your horse, put your hands on the horse’s back/saddle, and FUCKING JUMP.”

Unless you’re seven feet tall or a gymnast, you’re not jumping onto an 18-hand draft horse.

So all those Red Dead Redemption animations where you get to alley-oop your way onto your loyal steed? POSSIBLE, IF YOU ARE CRAZY/ANGRY ENOUGH.

Quick note: In ancient Ireland, they refer to a “steed-leap” that nobles, warriors, and other “people rich enough to own RIDING horses” were trained to use–with the important distinction that Gaelic nobles often took pride in either using saddles without stirrups, or NOT USING SADDLES TO PUT ANY STIRRUPS ON. So the bulk of Gaelic Irish nobles could theoretically go Red Dead Redemption on your ass.

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And the third reason most combat-ready warhorses didn’t get armor is because infantry (the vast majority of most medieval armies) just had a low chance of hitting them in the first place.

First of all, most horses are already faster than people. Destriers were EXCEPTIONALLY fast as the cream of the crop. For the horse to need armor, someone needs a good chance of hitting the horse.

Second, most horses are hard to kill physically because horses don’t tend to like getting stabbed or shot at, so they will likely try to kill YOU, which means that a knight and his horse are TWO fighters who are both very angry and very protective of each other. Most people love their horses, and many combatants share intense bonds! IMAGINE IF YOUR HORSE IS ALSO YOUR SQUAD-MATE!

And last of all, most horses are hard to kill mentally because when you want to use cavalry, you ALSO want the other side’s infantry to get consumed by panic and bolt for their lives, away from their companions and AWAY FROM THE CHARGING HORSES. (Which routinely leads to a slaughter, often called a “rout” in period literature, or a “curb-stomp battle” on TV Tropes.) While most knights could dish out one-on-one duels against EACH OTHER, a knight against a foot-soldier is going to have a huge and explicitly unfair advantage if the soldier is not specifically trained and equipped to take them on.

See, when you get a herd of knights on their steeds, the noise and the wave of horseflesh charging at you is going to make your reptile-brain instincts scream “NOPE NOPE NOPE, WE GOTTA GO!!!”

That instinct is so strong that infantry ACTORS in movies–who know that this is not a real war, and the riders don’t actually want to kill them–still routinely break formation and run.

It was possible to stop cavalry with infantry and end up slaughtering them instead of getting routed–it was just extremely notable.

Also, unless you’re specifically going for blood: You don’t WANT to slaughter a whole formation of knights! That means you’ve just pissed away a WHOLE lot of money that the knights represent!

You killed the horses that you could have used for your own side, and possibly bred for more high-end horses! You ruined the armor that you could have used for your own side, or at least melted down for high-quality, already-mined metal! You killed the knights that you could have sweetened up and used for your own side–or more likely, told their families to pay you if they wanted them home intact.

Barely anyone remembers that knights were as good for HOSTAGES as they were for actually fighting. (Except for Game of Thrones, and it’s still only plot-relevant for Jaime Lannister and Theon Greyjoy, and they explicitly did NOT get the protection a noble hostage should have.) It’s noted that Agincourt was a GREAT ending for England because capturing all those French nobles earned them TWENTY YEARS’ WORTH of regular income in ransoms. If they hadn’t won and gotten all that sweet, sweet French money, they would have been bankrupted and depopulated instead.

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Two more strikes I’d feel are appropriate for “not wanting draft-type horses in combat:”

-Logistics 1: Too much food, too much hassle. Horses are already notorious for eating a lot, and a DRAFT horse that’s 2000lbs instead of 1200lbs will eat twice as much. No army wants to use their fodder for only half the number of horses they’d expect.

-Logistics 2: Too much hair, too much hassle. Shires and other British horses often have feathering on their legs, and anyone with long hair knows that loose hair/fur is a fucking PAIN. You can braid a horse’s mane and tail, but if you’re one of the many average/poor knights who DON’T have servants to take care of your horse for you, do you want to spend extra time cleaning and combing out your horse’s LEGS instead of necessary things? Like feeding them, grooming them, and checking for wounds? Nope, you’ll probably shave the feathering off or just pick a horse that doesn’t have it.

-Extra note on Friesian horses, who are RIDICULOUSLY common in “medieval” movies: Friesian horses are technically baroque horses in body form (Strong-boned! Big necks and butts!), but they’re also over-used in general, so most horse folks are sick of seeing them in movies. And if you don’t have the right kind of MODERN Friesian, you’ll probably be a laughingstock in addition to an eye-roll.

Some strains of modern Friesians are from carriage-horse lines, often referred to as “big movers.” This means “fun to LOOK AT, but terrible to RIDE.” Because, you know, those strains of Friesians weren’t meant for riding, but for PULLING CARRIAGES. Their movements are big, dramatic, and flashy… and their trot is notorious for bouncing people out of the saddle with every step. Not something you want for a knight who fills his opponents with terror.

A good riding horse’s movements are usually smooth and low to the ground, often described as “floating” and “effortless.”

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A horse-note that I can’t figure out where to put: Many Western cultures love the idea of fiery stallions (intact male horses) for their noble knights and kings to ride into battle on, but realistically, stallions are only half of a given horse population. Many Western stallions are also gelded if they’re not the cream of the crop (which is probably at least the bottom half of the male horse population). So mares can be used by at least half of a realistic formation who just wants a warhorse, and doesn’t care about aesthetics or masculinity.

Also, mares can be ruthless and stallions can be nervous wrecks! Horses are living creatures, with personalities and feelings!

Horses also aren’t very sexually dimorphic, so a 1200lb war mare is DEFINITELY a match for a 1300lb war stallion. And remember how Loras Tyrell used a mare in heat to distract The Mountain’s stallion? That happens with a lot of stallions… almost like they’re living creatures, with instincts that they can’t always control! So if you know when your girl is ready to go every month, you can play dirty in a joust, too!

Just remember that you’re taking an equal risk, since your mare will possibly try to let a stallion mount her instead of fighting. You will either need to bail when she starts making googly-eyes, or you need to know you have ABSOLUTE loyalty from her, and she will listen to YOU instead of “the hot dude I just met five minutes ago!” HORSES ARE LIVING CREATURES, WITH INSTINCTS THAT THEY CAN’T ALWAYS CONTROL.

Then geldings will be used by at least another quarter of “the knights who cannot afford a horse good enough to keep his testicles,” so that leaves “a quarter or less” of knights who can realistically be mounted on stallions.

WORSE NEWS: If you geld a stallion too late (usually once they’re MOSTLY physically mature at 4-5 years old), that risk may never go away–so you’ve got a gelding who’s not breeding quality, but he’s still chasing mares in heat and fighting other stallions in turf battles, without understanding that he can no longer make babies!

On the other hand, some cultures don’t geld stallions because they view it as unnecessary or outright unnatural… but they also don’t want half the horse population distracted by pretty mares, or fighting with other stallions who walk by the pasture, so those cultures breed them to be sweet and easily managed (outside of battle, at least).

In short: ALL HORSES HAVE POTENTIAL TO BE WARHORSES, WHETHER THEY HAVE BALLS OR NOT.

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Update, Feb 2 – Another day to expand on that “Different types of warhorses” mention!

Much like the common misconception of “all knights must be at least 6 feet tall and have 200 pounds of muscle” varied in real life due to genetics, cultural values, and logistics problems, the assumption that “all knights MUST have top-quality destriers that cost seven times the price of a normal horse” was not the case for the vast majority of “knights.”

Knights would have either “the best horse they could AFFORD” or “the best horse FOR THEIR SPECIALTY.”

A poor knight, or one of the early Middle Ages, would have “one horse that they’re with all the time;” that horse may not be pretty or come from fancy breeding lines, but they would get the job done and most definitely be taken care of. A wealthy knight of the later Middle Ages, when everything got more expensive and status more codified and finicky, would have two or three horses–one horse for warfare and one for regular riding, with the really wealthy knights having a third packhorse to carry all their stuff. (Moreover, they would have at least one servant to help take care of three horses.)

A muscled sprinter like a destrier is better in tight quarters and for short bursts of speed; to bring in the modern example of a classic/Foundation Quarter Horse, who are ideally “short-legged and low to the ground,” these dudes can literally hit the ground running and reach top speed in a few steps/seconds, so compare that to a sports-car going from zero to sixty miles. The tradeoffs?

1) You need to be able to hang the fuck on… and to avoid getting pitched into a wall/enemy WHEN THEY STOP.

2) That full-throttle gallop will really wear out your horse. A good commander will not bring out their heavy cavalry right away, because you also have to figure out how to get them back from the enemy’s side of the field.

In very simplistic terms, this is one of several problems that the battle of Agincourt had for the French; you had a bunch of hoity-toity noblemen with no proper battle experience who all wanted to do things their own way… and how do medieval noblemen usually want to fight a war? JUST FLOOR IT AND HIT THINGS AS HARD AS YOU CAN.

That went so badly that the recorded death-toll for the French side of Agincourt has been commented as “a roll call for French nobles.”

A destrier would not be suitable for a scout or light-cavalry; they’d need lighter and ground-covering horses to cover rough terrain, and to chase down the enemy for long stretches–akin to a modern-day Thoroughbred. For period pieces they might resemble an Akhal-Teke or “Turkmene” horse. A modern-day Thoroughbred horse can “only” reach forty miles per hour at a gallop, but they can keep that up for a whole mile or longer. So now your knight’s problem is “Hanging on for two or three whole minutes,” and anyone in performing or athletics will explain how long and agonizing a few minutes would feel on a rampaging horse. Have you seen how stacked a racing jockey is? The general consensus I’ve seen from equestrians is that barely anyone in any other horse-discipline is that built.

Meanwhile, an ideal light-cavalry horse would need longer legs for a ground-covering stride, and they may or may not be taller as well; as seen in the Akhal-Teke article, many endurance horses tend to show a lot more ribs and bones than other breeds, due to how lean they are. But think of them less as a dainty riding horse and more like a hunting greyhound/sighthound–all muscle, no fat!

The other type of light-cavalry horse would likely be a pony, used to going for miles on rough terrain, with little if any feed.

EDIT Feb 4, 2024: My post got cut off, so here's the rest of it!

The other type of light-cavalry horse would likely be a pony, used to going for miles on rough terrain, with little if any feed.

A period-accurate scout's horse was known as the Irish hobby, ridden by their eponymous hobelar troops. These little dudes were VERY little and about 12-14 hands high (48-54 inches, or 4 feet tall to bit under five feet tall). They were known to cover 60-70 miles a day in their raids, which my "preindustrial traveling" post notes is the EXTREME upper end of mounted distance travel. Their modern descendant is likely to be the Irish Connemara Pony.

Very wealthy and/or lucky European horsemen could probably manage to buy/steal an Arabian horse, as they remain exceptional endurance horses to this day. However, excessively cold/wet climates will need a lot of upkeep for a desert-bred horse to stay healthy.

While Arabians are known for their adorable "dished faces," this is not actually required! Many well-bred native lines have a regular face (ie, a "straight nose/profile") but they are from well-bred parents and have the capabilities of other Arabians. To the other extreme, you have some modern show/halter lines with REALLY exaggerated heads that hit a lot of people's "Uncanny valley" buttons, and they find it creepy/weird instead of refined. This kind of "seahorse face" would NOT be seen in a period piece.

Notice how the smaller a horse gets, the more ground it can cover? This is partly because size only matters TO AN EXTENT for "how long a horse goes," and partly because of physics! Less weight for a horse to drag around on its own body means more energy for putting miles behind them!

#writing #writing reference #medieval #preindustrial #horse riding #medieval warfare #horses

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Bruce & Jason fic recs: sweet and bittersweet

Some of the best sweet and sweet-and-sad fan fiction featuring the bond between a Good Batdad and his scrappy birdson.

>Sweet - light and fluffy, minimum hurt with maximum comfort

"Call Me Hopeless" by incogneat_oh - Bruce says good night to Jason and Dick.

"Alternative Means of Acquisition" by Imbecamiel - In which Bruce Wayne arm-wrestles Lex Luthor.

"home is such a lovely place" by evanescent - Jason's first time sneaking out to patrol doesn't go as planned. (He didn't mean to get sick, alright?)

"White Christmas" by LemonadeGarden - Jason's been in the manor for a few months now. Bruce is a pretty cool guy, sure, but he's not exactly sure what to expect from him. And then they go to Siberia in the winter on a case. It goes horribly wrong, and then pretty well.

"Not Guilty, Sir" by incogneat_oh - Robin smoked.

"Safe Space" by Cerusee - Turns out, Bruce and Jason aren’t quite on the same page about who’s parenting whom. Bruce is going to need to clear some things up.

"Sold to Wonder Woman (by my evil adoptive father Batman)" by JeanjacketCarf - Jason writes some fan fiction. It's totally not a self-insert.

"Mint Chocolate Chip" by LemonadeGarden - Summer vacations have been going on just long enough for Jason to start getting bored, when he gets an unexpected visitor. From the future.

"Cookies And The End of The World" by AnActualCrow - Jason has a bad day at school. Alfred and Bruce make him feel better.

"I Love You" by DetectivePrettyBoy - Jason wants to tell Bruce that he loves him.

"don't take your guns to town" by kreestar - batman comes home from a night patrolling to find a 10 year old jason todd waiting for him in his kitchen. across gotham, at the same time, red hood is stopped by a 25 year old bruce wayne.

"The legends and the myths" by orphan_account - Jason Todd is the best liar Bruce's ever met. Jason Todd is the worst liar Bruce's ever met.

"Growing Like A Breeze" by whaleofatime - April 27th isn't anyone's favourite date, but it's somehow worse than usual today when Bruce gets his car stolen. It's nice of Red Hood to come to his rescue. Nicer even that Jason keeps him company afterwards.

"Rise Up With The Sun" by blacklettered - His son came home on a Wednesday evening and Bruce did not call for the slaughter of the fattened calf but it was a close thing. Jason quietly decides to come home, and Bruce is quietly delighted. (Also there's a bunch of freaky Edgar Allan Poe shit happening in the background because lowkey Jason Todd is a revenant who walks the earth as if living and yet remains irrevocably connected to the forces of death and decay—but that's not as important.)

"Bet on it" by Lysical - Damian asks Jason for a favor.

"homerun" by someplacewarm - Bruce backs out from a baseball game with Jason last minute. They handle it just about as well as they handle anything else: bad, then better.

"the reflex" by TheResurrectionist - Jason takes a smoke break.

"Boof" by strikeyourcolors - When Bruce finds Jason turned into a dog in an alley, he tries to take care of him. He didn't plan on getting along so well with this canine form…or getting so emotional.

"Late Night Langoustining" by whaleofatime - Jason steals a live lobster from a supermarket.

"bred in decency and order" by OkayAristotle - Bruce cuddles his giant son. (Contains brief vomiting.)

"Sealing the deal" by orphan_account - In which Bruce Wayne is kidnapped and it’s somehow not the most difficult part of anyone’s day.Or, in which Jason Todd is a selkie.

"Plus-One" by Goldmonger - All the kids were permitted to bring a guest to the gala. Dick brought Barbara, Tim brought Bernard, Duke brought Ana, Cass brought Steph, Damian brought Jon, and Jason brought a forty-year-old 6’6” man with no sense of personal boundaries. Bruce is getting too old for this nonsense.

"the road home" by drakefeathers - Set during Lost Days. An injured and exhausted Jason succumbs to homesickness.

"the clay steals the clay" by zipadeea - Bruce discovers that Jason is alive in the sweetest, funniest way possible.

>Bittersweet - sweet mixed with melancholy, lots of hurt with some comfort; may contain mentions and depictions of child death

"Beneficiary" by sirsparklepants - The beneficiaries of the estate of Jason Todd.

"bird of winter" by knowsphere - Damian meets a ghost. Based on the short story "The Delusions of Alfred Pennyworth" at the end of Batman: Gotham Knights #34.

"A Proper Goodbye" by ceemobster - The emergence of the Red Hood throws Bruce into disarray, and then Jason pays him a visit. The epilogue of the "Under the Red Hood" story... set after Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.

"this gun needs no bullets" by sacrr - A true Knight is made, not born. Or: the story of Jason Todd. [Batman: Arkham Knight]

"when you were young you used to dream about fires" by someplacewarm - Bruce travels back in time and finds himself in Jason's childhood home. Things aren't easy, but they were never this hard.

"through the valley of the shadow" by Goldmonger - Jason gets kidnapped and tortured. He rescues himself, partly.

"a little bit louder now" by mx_chrx99 - A mission gone awry, too many memories, too much blood, and not enough time. Bruce races to save a son he couldn't save before.

"Haunting" by the_authors_exploits - A child dies of neglect on the streets of Crime Alley; even then, the Batman won't give up on him.

"rip up the floorboards" by orphan_account - Content warning for non-graphic discussions of past CSA. When Jason was young and starved, he hid something like a corpse in his own body. Hurt/comfort.

"Wayward Birds" by LanternWisp - Featuring hilariously crunchy overbearing parent Bruce, who forbids his kid from consuming coffee or dairy.

"Moderation" by orphan_account - In which the Riddler accidentally saves the city a few years early by helping rescue Robin II from Joker’s clutches. Out of pure and vicious spite. [Arkhamverse]

"You're Just A Baby, You Can Not Fly" by BabblingBookends - Batman visits Jason's grave to say goodbye to his partner.

"To See the Stars" by lurkinglurkerwholurks - Jason and Bruce go for a hike.

"Younger Bruce, Older Jason - Shorter Fic" by whatomen

"Knock On Death's Door" by CastleGachi - Red Hood rescues a wounded Batman.

"here in our house, reminders of you" by jesamnelovelace - A Christmas present from Jason becomes Bruce's closest connection to his son after his death.

"a broken piece of what we used to be" by Cerusee - Bruce and Jason messily yet lovingly deal with the ramifications of Damian's resurrection and Nightwing's supposed death.

"Mask Of Blood" by Kieron_ODuibhir - When Jason is trapped in the past, Bruce turns to Jason Blood for help.

"By Any Other Name" by ManURonaldo - Jason thinks of Bruce and Batman as separate people.

"Someone That Hates To See Me Go" by AutumnHobbit - Or, how Jason realizes his family wants him to live, and how he realizes he does, too. (Oprah voice) Your fave gets hurt/comfort! And your fave gets hurt/comfort! They all get hurt/comfort!

"through death and time" by sparkycap - After a mission that takes Batman and Nightwing back twenty years in the past, they end up with time to kill. Bruce does what he does best: he finds a kid. Luckily this one is already his.

"Mighty" by Sparkypants - Five things Bruce taught Jason when he took him in, and one thing Jason taught Bruce.

"it's always sunny in coast city" and "the alignment of the planets, and of you and i" by atlasky - In which Uncle Hal Jordan loves Jason, but Bruce absolutely adores him with every fiber of his being.

"Trapped" by lurkinglurkerwholurks - Bruce and Jason end up trapped in a collapsed building. Jason really dislikes being buried alive.

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acti-veg · 7 months

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what is your response to people who think being vegan doesnt make a difference because "there is no ethical consumption under capitalism"

You will not find an example of an accessible, realistic individual decision that makes a big impact on a societal scale. You can use this exact same argument to discourage fairtrade, boycott of any kind, union membership, buying slavery free chocolate, supporting protest, supporting local businesses - the list goes on.

Our decisions aren’t going to change the world on a macro scale, but they have a material and observable difference to the environment and to the people we interact with on a daily basis. It certainly has an environmental impact that we can measure, as well as creating demand for profits and services, and funding corporations.

This catchphrase is repeated ad nauseum by people who want to justify their own inaction, that’s all that it has become at this point. That we can’t consume completely ethically doesn’t justify not even trying and instead consuming as unethically as we possibly can. Ask a cocoa farmer benefiting from the Fairtrade price guarantee aid community funding whether or not trying to consume ethically is pointless.

As for veganism specifically, you make a difference whether you go vegan or not. You either create the demand that contributes towards an animal being bred, exploited and slaughtered or you don’t - both decisions have repercussions, as does the decision as to whether or not you want to fund one of the most exploitative and destructive industries on earth. Their CEOs are more than happy for you to keep repeating this apathetic cop-out because it is certainly good for their profit margins.

The entire point of this observation about capitalism is to recognise the inherent problem of trying to be ethical in a capitalist society, but it absolutely doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t even be trying. I’ve said this before but we can’t just sit around and wait for the revolution while doing absolutely nothing to bring it about; we have to live revolutionary lives. There is just no scenario in which collective change happens without individual action, however insignificant that action may seem.

If you’re interested, I’ve written a post about the difference being vegan makes more generally here.

#ask #vegan #capitalism tho

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pyronianmage · 10 months

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I’ve had this theory for a while now.

Altmer say they are the closest, the purest, the most direct descendants of the Aldmer. Maormer claim the same thing. We know both groups have an obsession with purity, and both likely practice some form of eugenics to obtain it.

What if, in attempting to become more like their ancestors, they went to far?

The ancestors were portrayed as tall, so they gradually bred themselves into being taller. If they were simply preserving this trait, would more recent offshoots like the Chimer/Dunmer be shorter as they are? The only elves we know didn’t do this are the Bosmer, which can be half the height of a tall Altmer.

The Ancestors were portrayed as living statues of gold and silver, Auri-el literally being seen as a shining golden god. The Altmer range in appearance from having “human-like” skin tones to looking yellowish and slightly metallic. Maormer can be silver-blue, and they see this as reflective of their ancestors. Again, we see Bosmer have either none or a very slight amount of this trait.

Elves have a reputation for being naturally gifted with magic, but the truth is that ability is strongest in the ruling and scholarly classes. If such a trait were innately bound to their genetics, why would it be more present in those whose bloodlines are more strictly controlled? Most Wood Elves have some level of magic, but is is closer to the level of humans than that of other Mer. They are seen as good fighters with bows and stealth, as opposed to magic.

Even the type of magic is suspect. While humans and Bosmer traditionally connected to nature magic, others, Especially Altmer, seem to disregard this as a valid form of magic at all. Instead, they opt for a more scientific type of magic. Not one felt and negotiated with, but one commander, programmed, forced, and predictable. In short, the magic that is natural to most is completely disregarded. If you were to find the oldest, most traditional form of magic, it would not be anything like what they teach mages today. The Ancestors, isn’t it more likely they used the wild magic of Nirn, instead of a “pure”, distilled, faraway magic harvested from stars and the sun? But no, the sun and stars are portals to the divine, and so further and further mages distance themselves from the earth. Except a few remaining descendants of the Nedes who still practice old ways, and of course, the Bosmer.

TL;DR, The Altmer aren’t the “purest” descendants of the Ancestors, the Bosmer are. In their quest to become more like the First of their kind, they became more and more distant.

#tes #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #skyrim #morrowind #eso #oblivion #altmer #bosmer #maormer

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 30 days

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give me dragon rider stories written by horse girls

Give me dragons with differences like horses / mules / donkeys have

don’t care if one spits more fire than the other, tell me there’s dragons who’ve been working with humans for THOUSANDS of years and we’ve specifically been choosing the ones who’ll go along with social pressure even or especially when they’re scared- so when the rider’s their biggest social pressure in their life, they’ll fly into a thunderstorm if their rider tells them to- plenty of fear but no questions- they’ll be scared shitless and have no idea what’s going on or why but if their flock leader said this is where we gotta go then into the storm they go, relying on the rider for every change in pitch and yaw and heading but they’ll DO IT even if it KILLS THEM

(and it’s so easy to kill them in so many small ways, the wrong diet, too much exercise at the wrong time, not kept warm enough- a dragon bred for fire breathing and they have a huge fire bladder that can get twisted inside them if they do too many arial acrobatics on an empty stomach and if the twisting ruptures the bladder then it’s a slow and painful death)

then there’s the dragons hatched from wild eggs or caught and trained while young, and they almost never have actual riders because of the danger those riders would be in but they can be flown anyway by people on other dragons or even from the ground, they know how to take care of themselves and their flock- they don’t care or understand if the flock is other tamed dragons, or ridden ones, or even humans and animals like horses and dogs- they’ll protect and play with them either way, they’ll actively face danger and die fighting for their flock with a ferocity that’s terrifying- a wild dragon tries picking up one of THEIR horses as a snack and gets one of it’s horns ripped off in the following fight while the horse runs safely away

(but they’ll hunt anything that isn’t their flock which means OTHER horses and other PEOPLE aren’t safe around them- unless they’re kept very well fed and no urge to go hunting their own food ever comes up)

and the dragons in between, the ones hatched from eggs that had one wild parent, the ones who are healthier and stronger than either parent, more hardy than refined but more refined than wild, and they respect a social bond but the self preservations instinct is stronger and riding them isn’t about telling them what do to it’s about ASKING and then WAITING while they consider the situation- if a thunderstorm scares them they won’t fly it, if you try to force them then they’ll chew off their harness and drop you from five hundred feet- better YOU than THEM- but…… if they think it’s doable… if you started them with strong winds and worked up to wind storms, to small squalls, worked with them to learn HOW to ride in increasingly bad weather, made them feel safe and confident around thunder and lighting with you on their back as extra ballast and counterweight, if they can look at the storm and go ah yes we’ve done stuff like this before- THEN they won’t just go into the storm for you they will FLY it themselves they will KNOW how to handle the winds and the updrafts and downdrafts and the poor visibility and even if you have no idea what’s happening or can’t focus on it for some reason they will get you BOTH through it safely, because they wouldn’t have gone into it in the first place otherwise

(hunting isn’t something they jump at but they’ll do it in a pinch and while they won’t win any races or fire breathing contests they also won’t keel over and die from getting the wrong amount of food and rest- they’ll rest when they’re tired and eat until they’re satisfied and you’ll never get 110% or even a 100% of effort out of them since they are always saving some of their reserves for themselves- but they also will probably be with you the longest, staying spry and healthy through generations of human riders, and not burning themselves out until LONG into old age)

give me dragons like horses and mules and donkeys and riders who don't have a get out of free card when climbing on top a creature that could kill them just by rolling over for a back scratch

give me dragon riders with no telepathic bond, no way to communicate directly with their dragon through any shared language

and who love their dragons so much they find a way anyway

give me riders who look after dragons even when the dragons don't beam emotions direct into their heads or talk and act like a large scaly person who for some reason is fine being a permanent taxi service

give me dragons and riders WORKING TOGETHER through so many mundane barriers! that thrill when a giant flying lizard creature comes over when you call them and nuzzles you just because you are theirs-

or the dragon who plays keep away when you're trying to put the flying tack on them, gleefully enjoying a game of chase while you swear internally but also smile- the dragon who stands steady and calm as you show another new rider where all the straps should go so your saddle doesn't catch in the dragon's joints wrong, a dragon who is fine with you moving limbs and wings around as you explain how to secure things so they catch under the dragon's belly just right....

the trust of a dragon who could and would kill you with one snap of it's jaws the moment it didn't trust you anymore

that magic of two creatures who maybe shouldn't ever have ended up partnered like this, but are both happy that they did anyway

GIVE ME HORSE GIRL DRAGON RIDERS

#dragons #dragon riders #.#...#.....#AND IF THERES A BOOK LIKE THIS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE ALREDY THEN TELL ME- I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR IT!!!!!!

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i don’t disappoint (kazuha x f!reader)

(requested)

synopsis: you and kazuha are desperate for each other until one of you aren’t feeling too confident in your bodies.

warnings: slightly angsty, insecurities, sort of a br33ding k!nk, love making, passionate, str4p on s3x, f!ngering.

songs used: i don’t disappoint by jay park.

word count: 2k+

remember, your flaws are what make you human, they’re also what make you unique. so learn to love them, and remember that they aren’t against you.

┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐

you simply couldn’t take your eyes off of kazuha. she sent you a picture of her, at home, so ready to be bred.

you couldn’t do anything about it but suffer for the next two hours. you had to sit through a company meeting, if you wanted a promotion, you had to stay there the entire time. at least, that’s what your HR said.

“i've been working all, working all day girl

come and take the stress, take the stress away girl

So much bullshit, I need to get away from

a sex trip”

the moment the meeting ended—finally—you were the first one out the door. you couldn’t sit in the room with kazuha spread out on your shared bed running through your mind.

you barely paid any attention to the meeting. your head was constantly thinking of ways to make kazuha feel good.

you practically ripped off your tie as you ran to your car which was parked in the underground parking of the building. great, another setback. you thought to yourself as you core clenched and unclenched with the naughty little thoughts in your mind.

ring. ring. ring.

as you sat down in the car, ready to drive off. your phone began to ring, it was kazuha. at this point, to say that you were horny was an understatement, you were dripping niagara falls. you hoped she didn’t call you because she had to go somewhere. she wouldn’t do that. it would be so unfair.

“hey honey! i hope your day went amazing. fuck, you look so hot with your shirt unbuttoned. please just get home as quickly as you can. i’m begging.” she basically let out the words before she could even breathe.

your lips suddenly went dry as you looked at the pictures she sent while she was on call with you. this tease. you were so ready to teach her all the lessons in the world.

“you fucking tease. oh my god, you have no idea how i spent the last two hours in that meeting after you sent me those pictures. i was so close to just going to the bathroom and fucking myself.” you groaned as you started to become even wetter with the thoughts.

“well, you better come home soon. until then, i’ll get ready.” before you could even say anything, kazuha hung up the phone. you let out a deep breath and began to drive out of the parking lot and on the highway to your house.

“do the nasty things all through the night,

i'm outcha making this money but we'll be making love soon enough,

it's gonna be that brag to your friends about how good it was love,

it's gon' be that bed, movin' all across the room”

you sped home as fast as you could. parking your car in the garage and practically ripped the door open. the house was quiet, all you could hear was birds chirping outside.

you walked over to the living room and saw that no one was there. you decided to check kazuha’s location on your phone only to see that she wasn’t even at home. to say that you were deeply disappointed was euphemism.

you headed to your bedroom to shower and wait till kazuha got home. there wasn’t anything that you could do now but wait.

it was almost 11 pm, there was no sign of kazuha anywhere. you weren’t worried because she’s a grown woman who can take care of herself. you just weren’t expecting her to pull this stunt especially since she asked you to be at home.

the clock hit 12 am and suddenly you heard keys jangling, struggling to open the front door. you didn’t even make a move to get up and open the door, you were upset with her for making you wait.

kazuha entered the house, tip toeing her way to the living room only to see you glaring at her. she smiled meekly at you. you truly didn’t want an explanation from her, you were too upset with her to even hear her out.

“hi baby! why are you still up at this hour? don’t you have work tomorrow?” she asked as if she didn’t know what was going on. you could clearly hear from her voice that she forgot.

you simply got up, not in the mood to argue, and made your way to the bedroom to get ready for bed. you didn’t even want to have sex with her anymore.

you were too tired beyond understanding. you were changing to your sleepwear which consisted of an oversized t shirt and your boxers. you got into bed, not wanting to ruin your own mood any further and tried to fall asleep.

why wasn’t kazuha in the room yet?

you got out of bed, checking the clock and seeing it hit 2 am. you made your way to the kitchen where you heard little sniffles from, you were shocked. kazuha never cried unless if something truly hurt her feelings.

you ran up to her and embraced her in your arms, not understanding why she was crying so hard. her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying the whole day. you held her tighter and kissed the top of her head as you rocked her in your arms.

“what’s going on my love? why have you been crying? i hope i didn’t make you cry because i ignored you earlier. if i did, i’m truly really sorry. i was upset with you but then realized how silly it was. sex is a choice and i was upset that you hadn’t helped me out, it was childish of me. i’m so sorry my love. i love you so much. talk to me whenever you’re ready, i’ll be here for you.” you were on the verge of crying just seeing her cry harder.

after a little while, she seemed to calm down. she looked up at you with her doe eyes and admired you.

“h-hi baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. you have nothing to apologize for, though i’m glad you understand sex is a choice. i’ll be honest with you, i… i was feeling insecure. i haven’t been loving my body the same as i did before. i’m so sorry for ruining the evening…” she breathed out, holding in a lot more emotions than she could let out.

you were so shocked. how did you not notice this earlier? her smile was much more dull than ever when she saw you. you felt so guilty for not being there for her, a piece of your heart shattering.

“baby, let me show you how beautiful you are. i’ll continue to kiss every inch of your skin till you realize you could grow flowers on every surface of your body. my love, you’re an angel.” you softly grabbed her face and kissed her with so much passion, it left her breathless.

“i don't disappoint, girl you know this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah,

you get all the points, when I score this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah”

you picked her up and brought her to the couch, still holding her as if she was the most fragile piece of glass on earth. letting her straddle you. you weren’t scared to drop her, you were just scared to break her.

you slid off the straps of her dress and kissed her shoulder, leaving little love bites everywhere your mouth touched her skin. you took off her bra next, making love to her breasts like they were the most precious jewels in the world.

you squeezed her breasts in your hands, letting a little tension build up in her as she moaned out your name. you let your hands slither down to her panties. she slowly got up so you could slide them down her legs.

tonight was about kazuha and her only. you left open-mouthed kisses on her stomach. you let her leave love bites on your neck as you began to make love to her using your fingers.

you dipped two fingers inside of her, moving slowly to build up momentum for the long ride.

“fuck.” she sounded so hot with every sound that escaped her mouth. you were creaming in your boxers at this point. you took out your fingers and let her taste herself before taking off your own t shirt.

but kazuha wasn’t having any of that. she got up and went to your bedroom, almost tripping along the way just to get your favourite strap.

you put on the strap on. just seeing kazuha sliding her pussy lips on it, did something to your own pussy.

“make love to me. don’t leave me disappointed.” you were about to laugh until you saw how serious she was.

“i don’t disappoint.” you moaned as you lifted your hips to thrust your strap inside of her.

“i don't disappoint, girl you know this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah,

you get all the points, when I score this yeah yeah,

i don't disappoint, girl you know it's good yeah”

you were not wasting anymore time with her. keeping the pace slow but hard. enough to make her legs shake but her heart beat with nothing but love for you.

“fuck, how can you ever be insecure with a pussy to die for?” you asked genuinely while looking deeply into her eyes. she just smiled knowing you truly loved her so much.

you pulled you close to her and hugged your face to her chest. you kept the thrusting going as your lips moved up top, making love to her breasts.

“i’m so close to cumming, keep going!” kazuha whimpered. her legs were shaking in anticipation of her orgasm.

it was almost as if her insecurities were dripping out of her pussy now. the strap was so close to breaking with the force you were putting on it.

“ohmygodimcummingjustliketha—“ kazuha’s body trembled like a leaf in the wind. she reached a high like no other gate to heaven ever seen before.

“i love you so much baby. i hope you realize that you being you will always be more than enough for me.” you smiled at her dazed state, pulling out the strap on and taking it off.

it was nearly six am, you two had no choice but to take the day off. there was no way you guys were going to work with no sleep in your system.

you laid down on the couch with kazuha laying on your chest, drawing random shapes with her finger.

“you know, you never disappoint when it comes to sex.”

“i don’t disappoint when it comes to being yours either, my love.” you winked.

#lesserafim smut #wlw smut #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kazuha smut #nakamura kazuha #nakamura kazuha smut #kpop lesserafim #lesserafim kazuha #lesserafim x reader #kazuha x reader

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inyri · 1 month

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❛ it would have been better to die. ❜ for the sentence starters! I'd love to read some swtor but if another world speaks to you more then go for it ^^

(This may or may not show up in a future chapter in some form- this version is emphatically a draft and I’m still working out the dynamic between these two, so we’ll call this a character study.)

SWTOR. Nine and Satele.)

“-because of a lie?” Satele raises an eyebrow over the rim of her cup. “Forgive me, but I’d have thought Theron would be used to that.”

“Because you know him so well?” Void, she’s got to get out of here. When she tries to sit up, though, her head throbs ominously where it had slammed against the canyon wall and her nerves hum electric and she sighs, settling back onto the pillow. She could use another kolto syringe or even a few tablets of painkiller but she owes her too much already so she turns to her side instead, face toward the cabin wall. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mutters, “particularly not with you. Look, I appreciate that you rescued me, but-”

If that registered there’s no sign of it in Satele’s voice, as even and unperturbed as ever. “You would have died there otherwise. The shade stalkers were already swarming when I found you.”

Nine sighs. “Or you’d have killed me. You told me that already.”

“Not once I was reasonably certain you were still you.”

“You ought to have left me.” With her eyes closed the pain quiets. “It would have been better if I’d died. At least with him inside my head he couldn’t hurt anyone else, or if I’d died here alone maybe I’d have dragged him down with me to the hells. Now he’s loose again and-” oh, stars- “we’ve got to warn them. If he tries here what he did on Ziost-” The cup clinks gently against the floor grate, the little crate scraping backward as the Jedi rises to press her hand against her forehead. It was meant to calm her, she thinks, but it reminds her for a moment of the restraining strap in the chair at the Intelligence Tower and she twists away abruptly- or tries to, her body hopelessly tangled in the thin blanket.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ciph-” Satele catches herself neatly; she barely heard the correction- “Commander, and he’s not going to hurt Odessen. Be calm.”

When she rolls onto her back she’s looking down at her and the color’s wrong but oh, her eyes look so much like Theron’s. “You can’t know that.”

“I do. He’s still tethered to you-” (but he said- she interrupts, and Satele raises a hand to quiet her)- “and he will be until he is destroyed or you die. If he wanted to leave you to claim another host or draw more power he’d have done so at the first possible opportunity, which would suggest that he’s incapable of it. So either he truly believes you’re the best option he has, which seems unlikely, or you’re the only option he has. Why did he hurt you?”

“Now you’ve hurt my feelings.”

Force, even her eyeroll’s just like his. “I only meant that you aren’t Force sensitive- or weren’t, though it’s difficult to separate you from how he’s changed you. It breaks a pattern he began a thousand years ago, that he deliberately bred into his heirs, and I cannot imagine it was intentional.” Satele shrugs, settling back down onto the crate. “I suspect he thought he could simply shunt you aside and assume control.”

She carefully unwinds the blanket from around her legs. “More fool he, then.” No one controls her. Never. Never again. “And to answer your question, he thinks that if he keeps hurting me that eventually I’ll give in and let him help. I said no.” Her belly twinges. “Again.”

“And yet you’re still alive. Still you.”

“Yes,” she says quietly. The light’s hurting her head again; she closes her eyes tight against it. “For what little that’s worth.”

“It might be worth everything,” Satele murmurs. “It might be worth the galaxy.”

#inyri writes #dingoat #thanks for the prompt!#swtor fanfiction #cipher nine #satele shan #going a little canon-divergent here but that's what fanfic is for

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why byler being endgame makes the most sense and would be the most beautiful outcome

*these are my own personal opinions!!

before i start, this is what shawn levy said in the stranger things worlds turned upside down book: “our show is an anthem for the marginalised and imperfect, precisely because the duffer brothers know from experience that the popular and easy road is rarely the most interesting one, and that character, grit, connection, and soul are bred in the same moments that challenge us most.”

what better way to represent the true meaning of the show than to have a beautifully written slowburn queer relationship between two main characters that started out as childhood best friends and ended up falling in love? it would be SO beautiful and powerful. mike and will also have the closest and most genuine relationship in the show already, and i can’t think of any other characters that fit together so perfectly.

not only that, but usually when there’s a love triangle in a show, the couple that kisses and starts dating right at the beginning doesn’t end up together anyways. the endgame couple is usually slowburn with proper build up that makes it all so much more worth it (and the characters in this relationship are the ones that have known each other for much longer. in fact, childhood best friends falling in love is the most popular romance trope and that’s exactly what mike and will are). this also allows viewers to notice and appreciate all the details and subtext throughout the entire show which is exactly what the writers want. they create their story so that people can become fully invested in it. having things shoved in your face and accepting it without question is so boring and pointless, especially when it’s so forced and repetitive.

when it comes to writing, world building and film-making, you’re supposed to analyse the characters; who they are individually, their relationships, their behaviour, their actions. the writers want people to go back, rewatch and think “wow, it was there all along”, and they do it so well that it’s not completely obvious to everyone but it’s still clearly there. that’s what makes it so beautiful and powerful. it also makes you realise that these writers truly do care about their work and they think about every little detail. even if the actual characters aren’t fully aware of things all the time, it’s like they slowly discover it with the audience and it makes you feel like you’re a part of this journey with them.

but when you have the same couple in the show with the most repetitive storylines (argue, lie to each other, get split up, reunite) AND they don’t feel like equals and can’t even be themselves with each other (they both literally admitted this in season 4), people are going to get bored and frustrated. many people already are. it’s also quite heartbreaking to see characters you love in a relationship where they can’t even be themselves. both el and mike deserve better. they deserve to be with someone who they feel comfortable with and someone who can give them the love they deserve. and just because mike was the first person to help el outside the lab and el has saved mike’s life doesn’t mean they had to rush into a romantic relationship especially when el didn’t even know what romance was. they already had such a beautiful and genuine friendship, and it’s clear they love and care for each other so much, but the show has proven over and over again that they just don’t work together romantically. they both met during a traumatic time and they became emotionally attached to each other because they helped each other when they needed it, but that’s still not a reason to start dating someone. having a partner is SO much more than that. they don’t even feel like equals, they don’t understand each other, they don’t have meaningful heart-to-heart conversions, they lie to each other, they don’t share any similar interests or hobbies (i don’t even think they know what the other likes?) and they can’t even be themselves with each other. it’s not fair or healthy to either of them. that’s why i’m tired of people saying things like “oh, you don’t ship this? that means you hate the characters and don’t want them to be happy”. like what, are you kidding me?! we love them and we want them to be happy, that’s literally why we’re saying this!!!! seriously, understanding the characters and realising they don’t work together shows you love and care about them MORE because you want the best for them. how do people not understand that?

even the general audience can tell when a relationship just isn’t working anymore. so many viewers didn’t feel any sort of emotion during mike’s monologue. firstly, because it was forced and full of lies, but also because they’re just sick of seeing the same couple and mike’s character being reduced to el’s boyfriend. that’s literally all he’s there for at this point. and if his behaviour doesn’t get explained in season 5 and he just became an asshole to will AND el for no reason, that’s just horrible and inconsistent writing. “he’s just a teenager” or “he’s a bit dumb” isn’t an excuse anymore. if the general audience hates mike and he doesn’t even feel like the same character from season 1 and 2, that just shows how bad he looks and they need to fix that.

will has also been involved too much now which is why they can’t end it with him suffering. this child has been suffering his entire life, even before the events of season 1. including him in this love triangle just to use his feelings for mike as a plot device to force mike and el back together is not only horrible writing, but it’s just simply disgusting, unnecessary and cruel (but i don’t think they would ever do that. they know what they’re doing). they’ve also kept mike’s feelings ambiguous during all this and they’re dragging it out. if will was going to get rejected, it would’ve already happened by now. or if he wasn’t going to end up with mike, they would’ve introduced a new love interest for him or made him not have one at all.

they’ve also done an incredible job at slowly introducing the possibility of byler this season, because most of the audience felt sorry for will. we saw his POV throughout this season and he was in every single mike and el scene (except for their fight). this was definitely intentional. the fact that mike couldn’t even tell his own girlfriend he loved her (even when she was sobbing in front of him) until will confessed his OWN feelings for him and gave him the painting just tells us that will is the person mike truly needs and values the most. mike only confides in will and he can only be his true self around him too. they have the closest and most genuine relationship in the entire show and they’re focused on differently compared to the other relationships. from the very beginning, they’ve made it clear that mike and will have something special. not only that, but there’s so many unanswered questions with them too. mike hasn’t even realised that the painting was from will and that he confessed his own feelings to him, and when he finds out, i think it’ll change everything. mike and will need each other more than anything and they haven’t even realised it yet.

byler also has the most popular and well-loved romance tropes: childhood best friends, first friend, soulmates, slowburn, each other’s safe place, sunshine and sunshine protector, angst, thinking their feelings won’t be reciprocated when they already are, understanding each other better than anyone else, “it’s always been you”.

that’s why mike and will ending up together is the only thing that would make sense narratively and it would be best for all the characters too.

#in conclusion byler endgame #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #byler analysis #finn wolfhard #noah schnapp

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