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yolehiho · 8 months

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All Yours (NSFW)

G!P Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, no plot, not proofread

Word Count: 927

"Would you be so kind as to remove your clothes for me, sweetheart? Vada's instruction softly resonated in her voice.

You promptly obliged with her request while gazing in wonder into her eyes. You were already having trouble breathing, and you could feel a puddle of slick building up beneath you at even the lightest of her touches.

You licked your lips as you began to take off your clothes, going as gently as you possibly could. Your fingers slowly worked their way down the front of your shirt, undoing each button as they went to show more of your skin. You let the top hang open, exposing the slender line of skin that runs from your neck to your waist.

You became quite vulnerable in front of Vada as she took you in.

Perfect! Vada sighed as she moved a large palm up one of your breasts and back down, eliciting a deep groan from you as it rubbed against your nub.

"Fucking perfect," Vada murmured.

You bit your lip and fought back another moan "thank you, baby". Attacking her lips

Your kiss conveyed desperation and neediness. She guides you down to the bed. You began to writhe around on the bed while you were kissing her, palming her lightly through her underwear.

She let out a groan as the contact was made, and you broke the kiss while staring intently into her eyes. "Take it off, please." Your voice was so desperate and full of desire that Vada leapt off the bed in a race against the clock to remove the garment.

Vada gave you a sly smirk as she tweaked your nipples and coaxed a groan from between your teeth. She purred. Fuck… you’re so needy," she said.

"I want to hear you say it." Her finger tips gently teased the rough spots on your rock-hard nipples as she circled them with her fingers. This caused you to whimper.

I'm your needy slut... mhmm," you moaned again.

"What do you want me to do, baby? Vada whispers, "Tell me and I'll do it." She delicately glides her fingers down the alley between your breasts until your shirt collar stops her. The action gave you chills.

Vada holds onto your shoulders, and you throw your head back.

"I want you to eat me," you whisper.

"Yeah?" Vada smiles wickedly, positioning herself between your legs. You want me to lick your pussy? Suck on your clit until you can’t take it anymore? Is that what you want, baby?

Please, fuck," you moan.

Suddenly, Vada's tongue, which was firm and wet, made a single lap, gently circling your clit. You squealed and bucked your hips. After she had fun with you for a while, Vada decided to put an end to the teasing by thrusting her tongue greedily into your cunt. Her strong arms wrapped around your thighs and drew them further apart, allowing her tongue to curl and probe deeper into your tight, trembling walls while her nose rubbed your swollen clit,

Vada withdrew her tongue, only to replace it with her two long fingers and shove them while licking your small, pulsating cunt. She watched you writhe around while listening to your whimpers and chuckled to herself in amusement as she did so.

Your teeny-tiny groans could be heard across the room. Vada examined. Fuck, you were so hot, so dripping wet, and so fucking tight.

Vada yanked out her fingers and replaced them with her cock because she could no longer wait. She inched closer, enjoying the sensation of her body melting into yours. Your apparent embrace, complete with heat and wetness, only serves to draw her in further. It almost rendered her incapable of forming complete sentences.

Vada is completely fixated on the idea of seeing her cock enter you. Watching the expression on your face causes her to feel an overwhelming sense of pride.

Mhmm... fuck, you’re so tight," Vada groans.

"Fuuuuuck," Vada moaned again as she rested her forehead against your back and groaned. "So damn tight. I think I might not last all that long."

"Vada, fuck… You're so big," you said, crying from pleasure.

"Fuck, baby, you’re amazing, she growled against your neck and into your ear. "And you’re close, aren’t you? Fuck, you’re growing so tight. Will you come for me?"

“Oh, god,” you panted, tilting your head back with a moan.

"Mine, all mine, you’re fucking mine," I said, hearing your adorable whines and groans as you nodded.

“Yours, Vada, only yours." whimpers

You shiver at Vada's arms as she pushes into you with hard, deep strokes, moving her hips and then pushing in and out, her cock glistening with your combined juices. Vada massaged your swollen clit and pushed you over the edge ruthlessly. Having this power over you was almost as thrilling as your scream of pleasure as you came closer, your entire body tightening down on her cock, completely full. Your legs shook with delight, as if your body couldn't handle the intensity.

You gasped loudly, your toes curling, your mouth wide in a loud cry, as you tightened down on Vada's cock, who had no chance as she cummed around you. Feeling Vada's juices inside you instantly made you cum as well. As you both kissed, your mouths moved to connect, eagerly seeking each other. You continued to move your hips to ride out your climax until you felt her cock soften inside you and eventually draw out. Vada groans because of lost contact as your mixed juices drip out of your pussy.

#vada cavell #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell x you #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x female reader #vada x reader #jenna ortega #the fallout #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter #wednesday addams #smutshot #smuts #scream

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aeferfckr · 11 months

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stress reliever

"if you ever need a stress reliever, i'm here." he wonders just how willing you are to live up to your words.

content warnings. smut read at ur own risk. gender neutral reader. asshole aether agenda (delulu). overworked!aether. petnames (slut, pretty, whore). degradation. rough sex. (kinda) aftercare (717 wrds.)

"traveler! help me deliver this package!"

"hey, traveler! wipe out this camp for me!"

"traveler! i lost my keys!"

"traveler!" this, "traveler!" that, "traveler!" "traveler!" "traveler!" he was sick of it.

the last thing aether expected was becoming everyone's little service dog while making his way through teyvat.

sure, sometimes it paid off. the connections he's made have definitely been used in multiple scenarios, but nothing could really prepare him for the workload dropped on him.

he always accepted their requests with a smile, and a quick 'i'll see it done!' but what about when he needed something?

trying to find his sister was the main mission for his journey. he asked for help but all he got was missing person posters placed in peculliar places (its the thought that counts, amber...).

when he found out the reason for his sister's disappearance, the reason for why she woke up before him, he shut down.

maybe by fate he ran into you that night, his body falls at ease in the couch as he sits beside you, while his fists ball up at the comment you made the other day

"if you ever need a stress reliever, i'm here."

his vision darkens, he wonders just how willing you are to live up to your words.

:::

the mouth that curves into the sweetest smile while helping others spew degrading words with ease — slut, bitch, whore, and the like.

his pace as relentless as his words, his dick piercing you with such ease as the sounds of skin making contact fill the room.

he had you face down ass up, holding you down by the neck as he recently attacks your hole. your screams muffled by the silk flower sheets as aether growls into your ear.

"you fucking slut. you like to be pounded like this, huh?"

he’s met with muffled grunts and whines as he laughs deeply

“hmm? pretty little thing to cockdrunk to respond? i know how to make this slutty little hole of yours shout my name”

and that he did.

he adjusts his hold on your nape, moving it under your chin to hoist you up to him. he presses his chest against your back as you hold onto his thighs for dear life, screaming while choking from the merciless grip on your throat.

“you like that, whore?” he whispers to you, using his free hand to tweak your budding nipple “like being fucked dumb on my cock?”

you nod with scrunched up eyes your mouth agape and a small trail of drool coming from your mouth. aether laughs again as he kisses your cheek then attacks your neck, blooming dark spots along your neck and collarbone with his teeth.

“ae– hmmgf– aether!” you manage to moan out, “g-gonna cum!”

edge after edge and you still declare when your orgasm is approaching? god…

“you’re pathetic.” he spits, tightening the grip on your jugular as he quickens his unbelievably fast advamces. “cum for me, slut.”

your voice hits an all time high as your orgasm crashes over you, (more like shocks your core and rocks your entire world) the position that you were in made sure that aether’s dick kisses your cervix deliciously.

you crash back onto the sheets as aether hurriedly rubs his cock, spurts of white decorating your back and ass as he growls praise’s through clenched teeth.

:::

"oh my gods. i am so sorry"

maybe you were too into it to remember your fairly busy schedule the next day. you had to call in sick at the very last minute as aether's stress has rendered you weak in the knees. no literally, it hurt to walk.

aether isn't fairing any better as he profusedly apologized for going too hard.

"i can do what you were gonna do today! i don't mind!" he offers with exaggerated expressions, his arms flailing around as his face scrunches up with anxiety.

you cup his face to calm him down,

"aether, the only thing you can do for me right now is to stay with me until noon." you yawn, "the both of us needs the rest, okay?"

his thoughts slow down as his heart aret speeds up, looking at your dazed smile and the tears that are created along your eye when you yawned,

"okay."

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ works #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #aether genshin impact #aether #aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #aether fluff #aether smut

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userpeggycarter · 22 days

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TOPAZ AI TUTORIAL

i was asked to do a tutorial for Topaz AI (a software that enhances screencaps), so here it is! :)

[tutorial under the cut]

i’m going to gif a 720p YouTube video from 12 years ago as an example. it’s the bottom of the barrel when it comes to image quality, but in the end, you won’t believe it was once so shitty. here’s the gif, without any editing:

THE APPLICATION

Topaz AI is a paid software for image enhancement. you can download it for free, but your images will have watermarks. here's a random link that has nothing to do with this tutorial.

you can use Topaz AI as a Photoshop plugin or use the software separately. i will explain both methods in this tutorial.

USING SEPARATELY

it’s the way i do it because it’s more computer-friendly, the plugin can take a toll on your PC, especially when you’re dealing with a lot of screencaps.

you first take screencaps as you normally would (if you don’t, here’s a tutorial on how to do it). open Topaz AI and select all the images. wait a while for the software to do its thing.

on the left, there is your screencap untouched. on the right, is your edited version. if you click the edited screencap and hold, Topaz will show you the original, that way you can compare the versions even better than just looking at them side by side.

Topaz AI will automatically recognize faces, if any, and enhance them. this can be toggled off, by disabling the “recovering faces” option in the right panel. it’s always on for me, though. you can tweak this feature by clicking on its name, the same thing for the others.

Topaz AI will also automatically upscale your screencaps if they’re too small (less than 4k). it will upscale them to achieve said 4k (in this gif’s case, the original 1280x720 screencaps became 4621x2599). i suggest that you let the app upscale those images, giving you more gif size flexibility. you can change into whatever size you want if you want something less heavy to store. don’t worry though, even these “4k screencaps” are very light megabytes-wise, so you won’t need a supercomputer. it might take a while to render all your screencaps, though, if you’re on a lower-end computer. (the folder with the edited screencaps ended up being 1GB, but that’s because it contains 123 screencaps, which is a lot of screencaps for 4k giffing).

two options won’t be automatically selected, Remove Noise and Sharpening, you will need to enable them to use them. rarely i don’t use Remove Noise, as is the best tool to remove pixelization. the Sharpening option depends on the gif, sometimes your gif will end up too over-sharpened (because of Topaz’s sharpening and later your own). that said, i used the Sharpening option on this gif.

next, select all images by clicking the “select all” button. you will notice that one of the screencaps’s thumbnails (in my case, the first one) will have small icons the others don’t have. this is the screencap you enhanced. you will need to click the dots menu, select “apply”, and then click “apply current settings to selected images”. this way, every screencap will have the same settings. if you don’t do this step, you will end up with one edited screencap and the rest will remain untouched!

all things done, click “save X images”. in the next panel, you can select where to save your new screencaps and how you want to name them. i always choose to add a topaz- prefix so i know what files i’m dealing with while giffing.

just a note: if your way of uploading screencaps to Photoshop is through image sequence, you will need to change the names of your new screencaps so PS can perceive that as a sequence (screencap1, screencap2, etc). you can do that by selecting all the screencaps in your folder, then selecting to rename just one of them and the rest will receive numbers at the end, from first to last. you don’t need to rename them one by one.

here’s the first gif again, without any editing:

without Topaz enhancement but with sharpening:

without sharpening, only the Topaz enhancement:

with Topaz enhancement and sharpening:

her skin is so smooth that it is a bit unrealistic. i could have edited that while tweaking the “Recovering Faces” option and/or the “Remove Noise” option, but i prefer to add noise (filter > noise > add noise) when necessary. this way, i don’t risk not enhancing the quality of the screencaps enough.

i added +3 of noise, making the gif look more natural. it’s a subtle difference, but i thought it necessary one in this case. you can continue to edit your gif as your heart desires.

VOILA! 🥳

AS A PHOTOSHOP PLUGIN

if you have Topaz AI installed on your computer, Photoshop will recognize it. you will find it in filter > Topaz Labs > Topaz AI. while in timeline mode, select the filter. the same Topaz AI window will pop up and you can tweak things the same way you do when you use the software separately. by using the plugin, you don’t need to upload your edited screencaps or use screencaps at all, a video clip (turned into a Smart Layer, that is) will suffice. the downside is that for every little thing you do, Topaz AI will recalculate stuff, so you practically can’t do anything without facing a waiting screen. a solution for that is to edit your gif in shitty quality as you would edit an HD one and at the very end, you enable Topaz AI. or just separately edit the screencaps following the first method.

this is it! it's a very simple software to use. the only downside is that it can take a while to render all screencaps, even with a stronger computer, but nothing too ridiculous.

any questions, feel free to contact me! :)

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s-lycopersicum · 3 months

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A while ago, I quickly wrote a post about the OKLCH Color Picker, and the neat insight it gives about digital colors.

Ever since, however, I have heard the confusion of many people as to where the holes in those graphs come from. And although I am far from an expert in these things, I thought we could do a small exploration of one of the principles behind it.

Also, if any actual experts spot any mistakes or misconceptions I fell pray to, feel free to leave a correction in the replies!

On any discussions of color vision and/or digital color spaces, you are likely to see the following image:

This is the notorious xy chromaticity diagram for the CIE 1931 color space, rendered here in glorious GIF format, as you may notice from the dithering in the gradients. It is an inaccurate representation, sure, but so are all of them.

This color space was designed to mathematically represent all color sensations that are visible to the average person. The diagram visualizes only the chromaticity of this space, that is, only the hue and saturation of the colors, which is what we are really interested in right now. However, the critical issue is: the colors the average display can show are just a small portion of the colors the average human can see.

The sRGB color space is what the average display uses to represent color, probably the default color space of the digital world. If we were to show only the colors sRGB can represent on that diagram, it would look something like this:

Hm. Not good, is it? Look at all the greens we're missing!

That's why we cannot display the accurate chromaticity diagram. The proportion of the colors your display can show is just that small when compared to the full gamut of human vision.

Okay, so how does that leave us with the holes on that colorpicker? Well, let's say I choose this blue color (#008EF7):

That's a nice, strong blue. Not too vivid, but also not muddy in any way. But I wish it was just a little bit greener. Some sort of "greenish blue" tone. Let's see what the color picker tells me:

Hm. The color I want is in the hole.

In this graph, the color picker is showing all the available combinations of hue and chroma that have the same lightness of the blue I initially chose. To get out of the hole, I can either bring the chroma slider down, which will make the color grayer and less intense, or I can tweak the hue slider to the sides, going fully towards green instead.

But to be clear, the color I want is not impossible, see. If we use some questionable math tricks, we can pinpoint where those two colors would fall in that CIE chromaticity diagram:

In there, we can see that the blue is right at the edge of what the average display can show, while the "greenish blue" I wanted is straight out. Again, this is a color that I can see, and could very well be trying to take a photo of out there somewhere, only to face the cruel constraints of sRGB.

#text

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puddle-nerd · 5 months

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The Magic Touch

Summary: Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails. Go figure. It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail. That horny f– (Tsu’tey/Female Avatar Reader)

Prompt #8 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Tail Play, Female Reader, Na’vi/Avatar Female Reader, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Established Relationship, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Na’vi Translation:

Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep – so good and tight, little demon (this one is stolen from @pandoraslxna)

Tewng — loincloth

Yawne – beloved

Zakru — a gigantic creatures that live with the Zeswa Clan in the Upper Plains and akin to the Earth’s elephant

There’s one line in here where the reader speaks English and it’s highlighted in green with ~ on either end, just FYI.

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You swatted at Tsu’tey, giggling as you stretched your Avatar’s lithe striped legs further and managed to run past him only to yelp as you felt his hand wrap around your tail and drag you back into him. You squealed once more as your legs and his tangled together and the two of you fell forward in a pile of limbs, rolling a bit over the grassy ground until you both came to a stop. Shifting onto your knees, Tsu’tey settled himself into the lush vegetation and you both grinned before you leaned down to kiss him.

Only to squeal when you felt his hand wrap around the base of your tail, his thumb pressing into a cluster of nerves on the underside.

The warrior’s grin turned into a lecherous smirk as he rubbed his thumb carefully over that soft spot, watching as sensation that was similar to having your sensitive nipples or your clit tweaked crawl up your spine.

Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails.

Go figure.

It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail.

That horny fucker.

As if she could get any further pregnant already.

“Feels good, no?” Tsu’tey’s voice snapped you back to reality as he pressed his thumb gently into the nerve cluster once more, drawing a quiet mewl from your throat. You nodded, feeling heat sink low into your belly. He chuckled, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, musing aloud, “I wonder if I could get you to finish just by this alone.” You shook your head but then realized your mistake as he raised a brow bone, having accidently rendered a challenge. “You doubt me, ma’yawne?”

“Nooo,” you moaned, your legs trembling as he circled his thumb over the base of your tail, rubbing the little spot that had shivers racing up and down your spine. “But I want you entirely.”

Tsu’tey sniggered and suddenly yanked your tail, the pleasure highlighting with a spark of pain just enough to heighten the sensations. “Perhaps,” he hummed, “but first, this.” He gripped your hips to make sure you didn’t settle your weight upon him determined to see if he could in fact get you off with just the erogenous zone at the base of your tail. He pressed and rubbed at that spot, watching you shiver and listening as you released continuous whimpers, rutting your tail into his eager hand, his ego slowly but steadily inflating, much like his cock beneath you. You wanted to grind against him, your slick building between your thighs and coating the inside of your tewng into a sticky mess. You noticed his flat nose flare before he teased, “I can smell you, ma’yawne.”

“Please, ma’Tsu’tey,” you whined, again trying to grind down upon your lover’s erection only to be thwarted by his tight grip on your hip. “I need you. Feel so empty.”

“Greedy, vrrtep,” he laughed but pushed you up to undo both of your tewngs. You nearly sobbed in relief as you virtually slammed yourself down upon him, welcoming his ribbed shaft into your warm, wet depths. He groaned, “Greedy indeed. Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep” In retaliation, he pressed his thumb into the base of your tail once more, causing your inner walls to flutter and clench upon his length, drawing the pointed tip deeper into your channel. “You are close, ma’yawne. I can feel it in the way your cunt clings to me.” You leaned down, sliding your pussy up his length to nearly the tip so you could also bite down upon his shoulder. He grunted and pushed your hips back down to meet his own, both of you groaning in pleasure.

“More, ma’Tsu’tey,” you begged, switching to English. “~You always make me feel so good.~”

Your lover complied, sitting up slightly and helping you to rock back and forth over his pelvis, his cock stimulating you with the movements, making you cling to him. The heat was building up within your cunt as the ridges decorating the underside of his shaft rubbed your gummy walls with every movement. Your slick was leaking out of you to trickle down his pelvis and slowly watering the lush grass beneath his backside. His one hand resumed its place at the base of your tail and suddenly yanked. You wailed as your climax slammed into you like a rampaging Zakru, your nails biting into your lover’s shoulders as your cunt clamped down upon him voraciously, drawing him to pump you full of his seed.

Tsu’tey laid back and allowed you to cuddle into his scarred chest, swallowing tightly as you kissed the whitish markings where the bullets had nearly taken his life. He pressed his lips to your forehead and you reveled together in the closeness.

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Originally Posted: 21 December 2023

Word Count: 798

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presidenthades · 28 days

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Alicent and Daemon.. That's a whole pack of worms

How would they even get along enough to make 4 kids 😭

Daemon swearing up and down to despise Otto and Alicent and then marrying Alicent and fathering and targ bro's and Helaena...

It actually would be really interesting how Daemon would treat the targ bro's and Hel,where he isn't insulting them every two minutes 💀

So here’s how I would make a “Daemon and Alicent get married and have the Targbros + Helaena” fic happen.

They probably get married around the same time Alicent married in canon, maybe because Viserys realized it might not be a great idea to secretly see a 15yo girl in his rooms…and then he foists responsibility onto someone else, i.e. his brother. Instead of banishing Daemon from court, Viserys annuls the Rhea Royce marriage and tells him to marry Alicent to show harmony and friendship with Otto. Viserys marries Laena instead.

Otto is horrified. Daemon is also horrified, until he realizes Otto hates it, and then Daemon decides he’s going to use this marriage to make Otto miserable by winning Alicent over from her father. Alicent might disapprove of some of Daemon’s activities, but we see in the Episode 1 tourney that she does seem to find him attractive at least. She is probably secretly relieved not to become the queen, although marrying Daemon would also cause a lot of friction with Rhaenyra.

I doubt Daemon would be an especially good husband to Alicent, but he would keep up appearances to fuck with Otto. Alicent is probably content to maintain appearances while mostly being left alone to care for her kids. She is less stressed about her kids being murdered, because they are very far down the line of succession, and few people are willing to mess with Daemon’s children.

In my AU, I tweaked the kids’ ages so Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond are only one year apart from each other. Baby #1 is conceived quickly during the honeymoon period. Daemon names him Aegon after his deceased younger brother and the Conqueror. Daemon is happy he has a healthy son so quickly, so this might prolong the honeymoon period.

Baby #2 shows up. It’s a girl, so Daemon lets Alicent name her, as long as the name sounds Targaryen. Baby #3 is another boy, and Daemon just rearranges one letter in his name ➡️ Aemond. So creative.

Rhaenyra gives birth to Jace around the same time Aemond is born, and a few moons later Laena gives birth to Baela and Rhaena. Laena survives and the twins are healthy, but complications render Laena unable to conceive again. Viserys still has no sons, so this cements Rhaenyra’s position as heir. Velaryons are disappointed but ultimately OK with this because Laenor is married to her and already has one legitimate child, so their blood is getting on the throne.

It does not escape Daemon and Otto’s notice that the only Targaryen males of the next generation are Daemon and Alicent’s kids. When Rhaenyra’s next kid is another girl, our favorite good-son and good-father duo reluctantly cooperate to scheme how to get their blood on the throne. The obvious solution is betrothing Aegon and Jace. Alas, Viserys is still in his “keep Daemon away from the throne” era and strongly discourages Rhaenyra and the Velaryons from accepting.

Daemon and Otto are still determined to marry Aegon and Jace for the Iron Throne, and also Aemond and Luce for Driftmark. Then they realize they should have at least one more boy to marry to Baela. By this point, Alicent is no longer starry-eyed about her marriage, but she’s carved out a space for herself at court, and her kids are all safe and healthy. She’s OK with having another child (it helps that Daemon is not a rotting corpse), and so Baby #4 is born. Daemon swaps one letter in his own name ➡️ Daeron.

Rhaenyra gives birth to Joff a few moons later. She has no interest in having any more children, since childbirth is so risky. Her three daughters are the most desirable marriage prospects ever, so there’s a lot of competition, and Viserys is not in favor of the Targbros. Luckily for them, their dad and grandpa 10000% prepared to be their wingmen 😎.

Ooh I almost forgot to answer how Daemon would treat his kids!

He and Aegon bond over a love of partying and roaming around Flea Bottom. Daemon is better than Viserys at keeping Aegon in shape, because Daemon is actually paying attention to his kids and ensuring they are competitive suitors for Rhaenyra’s daughters. Aegon is more inclined to listen to a dad who takes him out to gambling dens and ale houses for father-son time.

Aemond tries very hard to be like his father, which pleases Daemon. They do a lot of sparring together and talk about Valyrian history. Since Laena is still alive, Aemond can’t have Vhagar, but Daemon might take him on a secret outing to Dragonstone so he can claim Vermithor. Even though they are similar on a surface level, father and son probably still argue a lot because their pride gets in the way.

Daeron is very happy and friendly. Daemon has no idea where he gets it from. Daeron is the baby, so Daemon indulges him like everyone else does, but he really starts paying attention after Daeron is old enough to be whacked around the training yard/thrown onto dragonback.

Daemon isn’t sure what to do with Helaena at first, but unlike Viserys, he realizes that her prophecies aren’t just nonsense. Daemon has a healthy dose of skepticism (“dreams didn’t make us conquerors, dragons did”), but he would be intrigued by the idea of his daughter being a dragon dreamer. Considering Helaena’s abilities and the fact she’s Dreamfyre’s rider, Daemon might decide it’s better not to marry her away and just keep her at home. This makes Alicent happy.

#my writing #ask me anything #wingman daemon #wingman Otto #daemon x alicent

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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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Crème Fraîche (Fresh Cream)

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: You and the system go on a baby-moon when expecting Baby #2 (your parents watch Nyla) and rent a house in the French countryside. As a present for Steven, you dress up in a milkmaid costume and greet him in it, your recently re-lactating breasts already staining the material when he finds you.

Requested by: a lovely nonnie!

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, background Marc x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶, Tré Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4k

CW/TW: heavy breast play and lactation kink, Steven has a bit of an oral fixation, roleplaying with a costume, some softdom!daddy kink, dirty talk, pregnant!sex, table!sex, fingering, food kink, a bit of creampie or just a lot of bodily fluids, a dash of dumbification and cockwarming, and mentions of anal sex, masturbation, plus a little self-consciousness on the reader’s part because she is muy preggo. Also mucho aftercare because it’s Steven our beloved

A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES!!! Thank you to everyone who so patiently waited for me to return to my fics, I hope it’s worth the wait! Also special shoutout to @johnny-simpfinger since she let me take this idea, tweak it and run with it!

And yes, this is the second fic in a row I’ve titled in a different language but I’m trying be *classy* okay? It was “Crème Fraîche” or “Got Milk?” 🤪 Also there’s translations of a few bits of dialogue at the end of the fic.

You couldn’t be mad at Marc for almost spoiling the surprise, after all you had barked at him to get you another towel inside. In his haste to get back to where you were beached on the side of the pool, he’d knocked over your suitcase and found the costume when he was trying to put everything away.

The two of you were on your “babymoon” in advance of Caleb’s arrival, spending a long weekend at a darling cottage you and your husband rented in Provence, France. Nyla was home in London, no doubt being doted upon (if not completely spoiled), by your parents who were in town to watch her. With your daughter, there had been no time for a babymoon since she’d been a surprise souvenir from your honeymoon. Not to mention another trip felt excessive when there was so much preparation to do in advance of Nyla’s arrival.

Baby Number Two, now recently named Caleb after much consideration and debate between you and your husband, was different. He’d been planned for starters, and with a three-year-old at home, you and the boys were eager to have an adults-only breather before there was another bundle of joy to contend with. The cottage was quiet, secluded, and had a heated pool which meant you could swim even though there was a fall chill in the French air.

The weather was what had gotten you in your current predicament. You were cold after getting out of the pool, and crabby given that you were entering the home stretch of the pregnancy and Caleb was a big baby. You may have snapped at your husband to fetch you another towel for warmth, leading to him discovering what you’d packed for Steven.

“He’s going to lose his mind when he sees you in that,” Marc said in no uncertain terms.

“That’s kind of the point, hun.” Panic suddenly slid down your spine. “He can’t hear us, can he?”

“No, I’m blocking him out,” Marc assured you.

You explained that the getup was a “special treat” for Steven since your milk had come in once again last week.

“Why don’t I ever get a special treat, eh?” Jake had pushed to the front to demand.

You looked at him, wholly unphased. “You get plenty of treats.”

“Like what?”

“Anal,” you deadpanned. While Jake was rendered speechless (for once) you pressed, “Don’t spoil the surprise, bien Papi? Por favor? Para mi?”

“Fine,” he grumbled and ceded control of the body back to Marc.

“So if I send you out on an errand tomorrow, you’ll make sure he’s fronting when you get back?” you asked.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” he promised you.

You kissed Marc’s plush lips, taking a moment to admire his body in his swim trunks. Those broad hips and thick thighs never failed to leave you wanting.

“Thank you baby,” you purred into his ear, drawing him into your arms.

“Hmm, let’s get you inside, don’t want you to catch cold,” he decided, helping you up to waddle into the cottage.

You couldn’t help but inquire, “You’re not jealous that Steven gets a special treat this week?”

“Hmm? No,” Marc answered. “I had you all to myself for a year, and Steven’s become a lot more bearable to live with now that you rock his world on a regular basis.”

You nearly fell over from laughing so hard at Marc’s blunt assessment.

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Pregnancy cravings provided the perfect cover for sending your husband out so you could get ready to surprise him. You gave Steven a specific brand of chocolate to retrieve in order to buy yourself as much time as possible. To be honest, it may not even have been sold in mainland Europe, but there was no doubt that you’d make the wild goose chase worth his while.

“Darling!?” your husband called from the front entry way when he returned. “You alright? I had to go to three places but I found the chocolate! Picked up some stuff for dinner too and—“

Steven dropped the bag of groceries when he spotted you. Ignoring the sound of a jar shattering, you giggled and twirling one of your pigtail braids with your fingers. You twisted a stockinged knee and bit your lip, and trying to assume a very innocently-not-so-innocent pose for him.

“Oh my days,” he groaned. “Can you have a heart attack from being turned on too quickly?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I’m not really the person to ask. I’m just a simple milkmaid you see.”

“Oh I can definitely see that,” Steven responded. His eyes raked over your form ravenously.

He started at your white thigh-high stockings (your feet were too swollen and your back hurt too much for heels), then past the little frilly miniskirt with its purely decorative apron, up to the laces of the corset-like bodice that, even though they were let out, still strained over your bump. The pièce de résistance was the white off the shoulder top under the bodice that was stretched to its elasticated limits by your breasts, and sported twin stains where your recently re-lactating nipples were.

“Merci for the chocolate, but I was hoping you could help me with something else,” you gripped your tits and gave them a squeeze. “Could you milk me, Monsieur?

“Fuck, babe,” Steven dropped the act momentarily and crossed to you. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, drawing him in for a filthy kiss.

“You’ve never looked sexier,” he rasped when you broke apart for air.

Your hand dropped to grope him through his pants. “You’ve never felt so hard, baby.”

“Yeah, I don’t think being able to cut glass is hyperbole at the moment,” he conceded, his hands flying to their prize. He contracted them around your boobs and was rewarded with a fresh burst of milk. “You didn’t tell me you started lactating again.”

“Wan-wanted it to be a surprise,” you confessed, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Steven’s large palms groping your sensitive tits through the fabric of your costume, “Wanted to maaay-make it special.”

“I’m surprised, and this is very special” Steven confirmed while he dipped his fingers between the costume’s top and your skin. “Can’t bloody wait to get to the bedroom, need you now.”

“I’m all yours,” you told him, whimpering when he turned you around and walked you into the ledge of the cottage's dining table.

Your husband gave you a boost, hoisting you atop of the aged wood so you could lean back on your palms. Once you were situated, he wasted no time tugging down the dampened fabric right away and immediately attaching his mouth to one of your pearly nipples.

His deep, satisfied groan drowned out your high-pitched mewl when Steven’s lips clamped around your teat and pulled the liquid out from it. He drank from you like a man starved, the unrelenting pressure of his mouth prompting you to tilt your head back in an ecstasy that bordered on overstimulation. It had been years since you two had been able to do this and your husband’s greedily suckling made another wave of slick gush from between your thighs.

For several minutes, the only sounds between the pair of you were Steven’s grunts and your moans. But when he switched tits, you finally found the ability to ask him, “Have you missed this, Daddy?”

He rumbled around your spit-slicked flesh in agreement. You couldn't help but goad him further, “Do I still taste good?”

“Better than ever,” Steven popped off your tit to assure you. He brought his lips to yours, trading an absolutely obscene kiss with you that allowed you to sample the nutty, sweet liquid your husband craved.

“Know what I’m missing?” you questioned breathlessly. Steven’s brow creased at your words. “Your fat cock inside me.”

Another groan resonated in Steven’s chest in response and his fingertips snuck under your skirt to feel you. “Bloody hell, you’re absolutely dripping for me, aren't you?”

You nodded, your breath hitching when he circled his thumb around your clit.

“And no knickers? Naughty girl,” he chuckled darkly while slipping a finger inside of you. Your keen encouraged him to insert another digit into your pussy soon after.

“Buh-but I just want to be good for you, Daddy,” you whined in an attempt to keep up the milkmaid act.

Your statement reduced Steven to another deep groan. “Yeah? Gonna be good and let me put my prick in you while I suck on these titties?”

You nodded feverishly and your husband did just that. He released his straining member from the confines of his trousers, its tip flushed and leaking already, and lined it up with your soaked entrance. Ever the gentleman and nurturer, Steven took a beat to drape your legs over forearms to support you before he pushed his rock hard cock into your folds.

Both of you let out respective cries of relief when Steven breached you, and after a moment to adjust, he absolutely went to town on your cunt. The way he fucked you was so un-Steven-like, he preferred slow and deep strokes as opposed to Jake, who was the king of a fast and rough pounding. Marc, meanwhile, liked to play with rhythm, riling you up by hammering into you at an athletic speed, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, then moving to languid rolls of his hips to edge you and prolong each of your pleasure.

Blame it on the outfit and lactating breasts, but Steven felt that he couldn’t thrust fast or hard enough. The deliciously brutal pace slowed slightly when your husband buried his face between your heaving bosom once more, mouthing at your left nipple before resuming his suckling.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” you sighed.

When you had sex this dirty, when Steven worshipped your body like this, you could almost temporarily forget about all anxiety you had about leaving your daughter in London, her brother’s impending arrival, not to mention the stress of prepping for your maternity leave. The combination of Steven’s cock and mouth was so good that you could push those ever-present concerns to the back of your mind and merely focus on how goddamn good it felt to get fucked. Feeling desirable as a heavily pregnant woman was a difficult feat, but Steven, with his bottomless brown eyes, girthy dick, and insatiable mouth, was able to achieve it.

He moved to your right tit, his mouth latching onto your leaking teat with no hesitation. His grip on your legs tightened at the new stream of milk that entered his mouth. You spurred him on with another strangled sound of pleasure while your pussy involuntary clenched around your husband’s rigid length pummeling your insides.

Steven wrapped your left leg around his ample hip and began grinding himself into you. You cried out at the change of position and how it allowed him to penetrate you deeper.

Even in the midst of the mind-melting dicking down you were currently receiving, an errant thought did dance through your brain about the poor people who would rent the cottage after you, eating at this table blissfully unaware that you used it to feed your husband “straight from the source”, so to say.

“Fuck, darling,” Steven rasped. You kept your leg locked in place around his hip so he could move both his hands to your breasts and pluck at your weeping nipples. “D’you know how much I’ve missed these huge knockers? Couldn’t come back soon enough.”

“Yeah?” you urged him, your features pinching with pleasure since the change in position had allowed you to get some much-needed friction on your clit. “Did you think about them a lot?”

“All the bloody time,” he groaned. “Any time I wanked off, I pictured your tits, full and dripping just like this.”

He punctuated the revelation by squeezing the boobs in question so they both squirted liquid into his mouth.

“That’s so hot, honey,” you sighed, “Love that you love my big boobies.”

Your husband changed his assault on your cunt to short, stilted thrusts. “Love you. Such a good mumma to our kids and still so nasty for us.”

“Can’t help it,” you confessed, “you’re so sexy, you turn me on even when you don’t mean to.”

You didn't get to voice your next thought. It was cut off with a little shriek since Steven sprayed more milk out of you directly into his mouth.

“Wanna drink from these everyday,” Steven babbled as the force of his hips increased, “need your milk all the time, need to be full of–ohhhh, fuck, love…I’m coming! ”

He planted his face back into your chest while his release raced through him. Rope after rope of Steven’s cum shot deep inside of you. As much as you wanted to bury a hand in his thick hair to hold him while his bliss crested, you knew you’d likely fall and spoil the moment.

Besides, it was wickedly thrilling, effectively being forced to accept Steven’s adoration exactly how he wanted to provide it.

After what felt like a private eternity between the two of you, Steven craned his neck to gaze up at you with besotted and sated eyes. “That was…you alright, love?”

Speech hadn’t returned to you yet so you nodded as he gingerly extracted his soft cock.

“You haven’t come, yeah?”

You shook your head no.

“I have an idea…if you’ll let me?”

How was it after all these years and nearly two kids later, you still got lost in your husband’s eyes?

“What is it, baby?” you whispered.

“Well, first, I’ll get you a towel and put away the food so it doesn’t spoil,” he began. “Then uh maybe, I could…well you could ride me - back to front, given Caleb, so I play with your clit?”

“That sounds lovely, but honey, I’m considerably heavier than usual.”

“I’ve noticed,” he responded wryly. “What, you don’t think I'm strong enough?”

“No, babe–”

“What’s the point of having Marc drag us to the gym and waking up sore if I can’t, you know, put it to good use?” he countered. “Besides, I see the way you look at us.”

You blushed, which was quite the achievement since your breasts were hanging out of a skanky costume and cum was dripping out of your used pussy. “What’s the point of dealing with my husband’s weird workout schedule if I can’t enjoy the results?”

“Touché,” he grinned back and kissed you gently. “I’m not that old yet, darling.”

You connected your lips once again, giggling into the kiss. When you two broke apart, it was Steven who was blushing. “I had another idea actually.”

“Hmm?”

“I…umm…when you said that thing earlier–”

“What thing?”

“When you asked me to milk you,” he clarified, suddenly extremely interested in the floor. “Was…was that just part of the bit? Or did you mean that?”

You couldn’t mask the look of surprise that instantly colored your face.

“Forget it, it’s fine,” Steven backpedaled, “Really. I mean you…you did this whole special thing with the costume and I–”

“No, Steven, wait,” you stopped him and angled his chin so he was looking directly at you. “What did you have in mind?”

The flush on your husband’s face deepened, his eyes rolled back, and then Jake replied, “He wants to - no sé - pump your milk into glass. Because he wants to watch yo–alright that’s enough thank you!”

Steven had interrupted his alter. “Sorry,” he muttered afterwards, back in control of the body.

“Don’t be,” you soothed him, “um, we could try it? I think my tits need a bit of a refractory period, but maybe we do it once you’ve got me seated on top of you?”

“Really?” Your husband's face brightened. When you confirmed it with another nod, he straightened and buzzed with excitement. “Alright, you just stay here, no need to move a muscle. Let me…I’ll get you a towel–”

Steven tucked himself away and hiked up his trousers to flit over to the kitchen in the open concept living area to do just that. He continued to ramble “--and put away the groceries. I mean I feel like I could go all night with you dressed like that and your boobs back in action, so to speak, but we could probably both use a refractory period.”

You giggled as Steven cleaned the jar of tomato sauce that broke and stored the surviving food.

“You are bloody amazing, darling. I’m going to buy you the whole of Tiffany’s website for this–”

“As much as I appreciate that honey, maybe not the whole website,” you joked. “We have two kids to raise and put through school.”

“Fair enough,” he laughed, now equipped with a damp towel. Unlike the way he’d just fucked you, Steven couldn’t have been more gentle when swiping the cloth across your nether regions. He finished with a kiss to your bump. “Do you want some of the chocolate?”

“Always.”

Steven returned with the confection as well as a glass for your other activities. Your mutual refractory period was shortened when he insisted on feeding you, so insisted on fellating his fingers while he did so. It wasn’t long before you were making out like animals, you still perched on top of the table.

“You make me so horny,” Steven exhaled, “nearly everything you do gets my cock hard.”

“Is that so?” you asked, putting the milkmaid persona back on for a moment as you reached down to feel his erection for yourself. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so big and stiff.”

“You’re going to kill me,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

You pushed him away from you and toward one of the dining room chairs. “But what a way to go.”

“That’s ttue,” he admitted. Steven shoved his trousers and briefs down once again, this time discarding them completely. He sat bare-ass on the chair, legs spread to proudly display his swollen dick, and beckoned you over to him. “Come have a seat.”

You carefully dismounted from the dining room table and crossed to join him as sexily as you could…which in all honesty, wasn’t that sexy, but thankfully Steven was too entranced by the sight of your still-exposed breasts to properly notice.

Your husband guided you down onto his length as slowly and delicately as possible. It turned out it was better to stay standing, palms planted on the wood of the table top, as bent over as one could be with a massive baby bump. Steven stood behind you, one hand securely cradled over where Caleb rested and the other toyed with your clit while he speared you apart.

“Yeah, that’s it, darling,” he coaxed you while he worked his magic on your body, “you gonna cum? Gonna cum for Daddy?”

Your answer was a nonverbal mix between a moan and a sob. Steven upped the ante by attacking your neck with his mouth. He nibbled on an earlobe then murmured, “C’mon, want you to feel good.”

He combined a particularly devastating push of his hips with a flick to your clit, and the next thing you knew, you were screaming as your orgasm exploded within you. Thank goodness the cottage was on an acre of land, because otherwise the neighbors would definitely complain to the hosts about the noise. You shook like a leaf as your climax surged from your pelvis outward. Your toes curled in your stockings, and you were equally grateful that Steven had a steady grip on you since you feared your legs may give out.

“Holy hell, Steven,” you panted once you’d floated back to Earth.

“Good?”

“Understatement.”

He held you to him and pressed a kiss to your cheek. The tender moment didn’t last long however, because Steven hooked his chin over your shoulder and peered down at your chest. “Hmmm, you’re still dribbling.”

You glanced down and saw he was right. “And you’re still hard. Shall we?”

It was a team, if not slightly awkward, effort to get you in a position when Steven could get his hands on your breasts and remain sheathed in you. He fetched a pillow from the sofa to wedge between your bump and the edge of the table to “protect” Caleb and aligned you with the glass.

“This is a dream come true,” he raved once Steven had reentered you. He cupped your milk-filled mounds reverently. “Best wife in the world, you are.”

You hummed at the praise, which swiftly transformed into a keen when your husband pumped a tit, angling your teat toward the interior of the glass. Both of you gasped in unison when the first spray of liquid left your nipple. Only about half made it into the glass, but Steven was far from discouraged. You swore you could feel him his erection surge inside of you.

“Fucking hell,” he marveled and then repeated the action on your other breast. You couldn’t help that another wrecked little sound escaped you, and your husband couldn’t get enough of it. “Oh fuck.”

Steven proceeded to drain your tits into the glass on the table and while you knew you could not have painted a more lewd scene, you were too cock-dumb and overstimulated to care. This was wildly kinky, profoundly intimate, and you never wanted it to end.

You’d filled the glass about a quarter of the way before Steven’s hands lost their aim and his hips spasmed, filling you once again with his seed. Despite the post-orgasm exhaustion that must’ve been settling in, your husband had the presence of mind to keep a hand on your tit and drop the other to your overstuffed pussy.

The pads of his fingers focused in on your nipple, while the ones in between your legs zeroed in on your clit yet again. His skilled hands worked you to orgasm rapidly while Steven’s cock softened inside of you.

You came once more with a pathetic-sounding whimper and collapsed back into your husband’s torso once your peak had subsided.

“Honey,” you mewled when he withdrew his member from you. Feeling empty after having his cock inside you for the better part of the afternoon, you nuzzled into his pectoral to compensate for the loss of contact.

“Daddy’s got you,” he cooed into your hair. Steven then remarked, “If you weren’t already pregnant, that certainly would have done it.”

You didn’t have much more in you than to offer an amused snort at his words. Your weak laughter was soon eclipsed by a yawn. “This milkmaid needs a nap.”

“’Course,” Steve acquiesced. “Let me help you into the shower, okay love? Unless you’d rather me draw you a bath?”

You shook your head at the idea. “I don’t think I’ll stay awake long enough for the tub to fill.”

“Alright darling,” he obliged, leading you to the bedroom and en-suite.

“Wuh–” you yawned again, “What are you going to do with my milk?”

Steven’s fond smile darkened a tinge at your inquiry. “Well for now, I’m going to put it in the fridge.”

That didn’t satisfy your curiosity. “Are you going to put it into your tea?”

“Don’t you worry about that love, I have a few thoughts on how to put it to good use,” Steven soothed you.

“Oh I’m sure you do,” you retorted. The two of you had made it to the bathroom. Your husband turned on the shower tap and undressed you while you waited for the water to warm.

“Do you want a cup?” he asked you.

“Of my milk?”

“No, darling, of tea.”

“Oh. Duh. Um…maybe when I wake up?” Tiredness clung to your eyelids and limbs.

Before you stepped under the stream, Steven drew you into a final liplock. “I love you. More than words can ever say.”

“Me too, sweetie,” you echoed. “This’ll be nice to look back on when we’re up in the middle of the night with two kids.”

“Hmmm, it will, innit?” he agreed. “But we have a little more time until we get there, so let’s enjoy it okay?”

Steven deposited one more kiss to your forehead and then you got into the bone melting warmth and relief of the shower.

A/N: *peeks out from behind my hands*. So was it good? I haven’t lost it, right? Anyhoo, Steven’s dialoge “you make me so horny�� is a direct reference to the instant classic of a sketch he did with Aidy Bryant on SNL.

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Translations:

...bien Papi? Por favor? Para mi? : okay Papi? Please? For me?

Merci: Thank you

Monsieur: Mister

no sé - I don’t know

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 6 months

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dialogue prompts “are you sure about this.” and “just follow my lead.” with chad meeks and shy!reader

tweaked it just a little, hope that was okay. was gonna do a typical chad saving the day at a frat party but something else came to mind.

pairing: chad meeks-martin x fem!reader wc: 852

masterlist / chad meeks-martin

a disaster was rolling into town and there was only one person who could keep the damage low.

knuckles rapping quickly and unstopped against the dark wood door, almost resorting to banging your palms for more urgency.

“hello? emergency! emergency! anyone alive in room 15-“ the door abruptly swung open, unfortunately causing you to hit ethan on the chin.

he groaned and cupped the spot as you covered your mouth in shock. “i’m so sorry, ethan.” muffled voice as you took a step forward to look for any damage. all was good, just a growing red spot from your knuckles and two rings “although, you shouldn’t open doors like that,” suddenly sounding like a concerned mother.

ethan stopped rubbing his skin and gaped at you, “your the one screaming emergency! and nonstop hitting the door!” he left the door open and turned away from you.

you stomped inside the small space, slamming the door shut with the flat of your foot. a deep caveman groan crawled out your throat while flopping face first onto chad’s vacant bed.

“what’s got you in a mood?” a sincere question coated in sass from ethan.

“my parents are visiting.” two barely audible causing ethan to ask again. so you forced yourself to flip onto your back as the four worst words fill the air.

“my parents are visiting.” annunciating each letter while staring at the ceiling.

“okay?” ethan clapped his hands, “and why is that emergency level panic?” you heard his chair creek with movement.

a deep inhale before sighing out, “cause they think i have a boyfriend and want to meet him.” your palms smacked into your eyes rendering you blind.

it was quiet for a minute- you counted the sixty seconds- before ethan bursted into laughter.

“it’s not funny, ethan! this is serious! i’ve been lying for six months and i’m about to get chewed out.“ ethan’s laughs only grew in volume at your distress.

“what’s wrong with you?” a muffled sound of hands hitting bedding echoed off the walls. dragging your hands away you were greeted at the chad’s light brown eyes watching over your solemn worry. without thinking you jerked up and knocked your forehead into chad’s, the both of you groaning and rubbing the spot.

“pay back bitch,” ethan stated as he jumped into his bed. you flipped him off without looking his way, fingers rubbing the sore area while keeping your eyes on your lap.

“hey,” chad’s palm sat just above your left knee and you froze. you didn’t dare look into the boy’s eyes, but he curled a finger under your chin and pushed your head up. he was smooth without trying and it made your heart run fast.

“what’s wrong?” chad’s voice low and calm. a simple sigh as you averted your eyes again, more interested in your fingers. “my uh… my parents are visiting. and- and they want to meet my… my boyfriend.”

you slowly looked up to he greeted by chad’s confused and thinking face, brows pinched and mouth pursed. “but- but you don’t have-“ “i know. i lied to them for the past six months, and now i don’t know what to do.”

“you’re an idiot,” chad scoffed. “i know! just- just help me!” pleading for chad’s assistance, in anyway he could offer.

chad’s thinking face was similar to his confused face so you thought he was still processing your dilemma until he spoke the most absurd thing aloud-

“what if i’m your boyfriend?”

if you had any liquid in your mouth you would’ve spit take from shock. ethan seemed to find the whole ordeal hilarious since his laughter returned tenfold. “oh! this is just… amazing!” both you and chad glared at the red cheeked boy.

“did you… already come up with a name? face?” chad’s warm brown eyes watched you carefully. you bit into the inside of your bottom lip and softly proclaimed, “kinda- kinda described you. chad. they think i’m dating you.”

and of course you would describe chad, you gained a crush on him after a week of knowing each other.

“so it’s settled, i’ll be your boyfriend!” and he was beaming on the word boyfriend.

“awesome.” voice meek and throat dry.

“i don’t think i can do this.” “you can, just relax and be yourself.”

finger drummed against wood table, knee bouncing under table cloth. “i’m gonna throw up.” “okay.”

chad dropped his hand over yours, finger curled in like a protective cage. your knee stopped it’s anxious motion, his calloused fingers caressed your knuckles. “everything is gonna be fine,” he whispered close to your ear, “we like each other already.”

a hitch to your breath, “yeah. as- as friends. right.”

“yeah, friends.” the word repeated softly with a little melancholy. “so, do you trust me?”

just the thought of lying for a joke felt wrong. “yes. i trust you.”

“then just follow my lead,” and he leaned in. lips pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek before pulling away and standing up.

“you just be mr and mrs l/n. pleasure to meet you, i’m chad meeks-martin. y/n’s boyfriend.”

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deathbxnny · 11 months

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WELCOME BACK!!! Stellaron Hunter Anon missed you!!!

Anyway, I have a request again for ya. Stellaron hunters with an s/o who's like Stocking from PASWG?

In case you dk, Stocking is an angel who was sent down to earth and has to pretty much assassinate dangerous enemies. She can take off her stockings in battle and turn them into swords so she always looks like she's entering a battle empty-handed until SHABAM suddenly she has two swords. She's also a BIG fan of sweets like cakes and pudding.

She also has an older sister who kinda insults her a lot but at the same time is all like, "Aww, you're just the sweetest and smartest lil sh** ever! *peppers their face with kisses as reader groans.*"

(Yes, I tweaked some of the info so it makes more sense)

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A/N: Hey there! Thank you for welcoming me back! Also, I never watched the anime, so thank you for the detailed info and request!<33

Content: Kinda unserious, established relationships, fluff, mentions of battle, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Blade

Blade didn't really think much of your abilities at first. Sure, you were an angel and an assassin too at that, but he had never seen you use any of your abilities before. Besides, based on your love for sweets, he just assumed you were mostly harmless, somehow.

But that quickly changed once he saw you actually fight again your enemies. To say that he was surprised, when your stockings turned into weapons, would be an understatement. He had never seen such a thing before and it showed, when he was rendered nearly speechless. He will deny his amazement with you stubbornly though, despite how obvious it is.

Blade doesn't like your sister and is pretty blunt about it too. Whenever she insults you, he becomes quite annoyed and tells her to stay quiet or apologise to you, before he gets really angry. You definitely don't take him on any family visits anymore, but your sister at least backed off now.

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》Kafka

Kafka found it so cute, that you were an angel, especially after finding out that you were also an assassin. It was an intriguing contradiction that she absolutely loved about you. She often bought you sweets and pudding as well, since she loved seeing how happy you looked whenever you ate them.

She never underestimated you before on the battlefield, but was very surprised and amazed, when she saw you use your weapons for the first time. She'll definitely praise you for it and ask you about how they worked. She gets a little excited afterwards, whenever she sees you fight your enemies then.

Meeting your sister didn't go over all too well with Kafka, because the passive aggressiveness in the room was practically suffocating. Her sly and well hidden insults hit deep, as she smiled in content at your sisters offence. It's safe to say, that she's not invited over again. She has no regrets either.

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》Silver Wolf

She found it pretty cool, that you were an angel and an assassin at the same time. She liked how contradicting it was and found it even a little amusing. She'd get you to play video games with her, whilst she shares pudding and cake with you. She often wins the games by distracting you with sweets too.

She knew of your abilities and your stockings, but still finds herself being amazed everytime she sees you create swords pu of them so easily. She finds it funny, but also super amazing, which you usually hear through a compliment in your headset from her. She sometimes even sends a video of it into the organisations group chat just to flex how cool it is to everyone.

Meeting your sister doesn't go well for her either with Silver Wolf, as your girlfriend wasn't taking her insults or mean actions very lightly. She was sarcastic and full on ignored your sister, not caring if she was offended, before she took you back home to cheer you up with more sweets and video games.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

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Hii! Me again! Oh I loved the Miles one. Could I request another one with Miles x reader where reader is a part of a ninja clan and is the neice/nephew (GN) of the grandmaster. And reader See's Miles (before he gets bit) in trouble, maybe with some thugs, and helps him. Him and reader continue to be friends and eventually start dating. One day Miles asks to meet their family and reader is like, oh yeah sure. And he gets really freaked out because he didn't know reader was a Ninja and the reason they didn't tell him is because they thought it was obvious.

If you need a name for the clan Koga or Iga-ryu.

A/n: an interesting idea to put my mind to the test! I tweaked it a bit but here you go I hope you like it!! (Honestly I kinda don’t like the way I wrote this one I’m so so sorry if it feels rushed I really can't tell if I like it or not!) I sorta changed the plot slightly I’m sorry if that’s a problem!!

“You’re a nin-what?”

Miles Morales x gn!ninja!reader

( summary: Miles, your boyfriend of four months, has asked you to meet his parents on Sunday but your life as a ninja sorta gets in the way )

Warnings?: light swearing, mentions of fighting and bruises, Miles thinking your dad is abusive (he's not, don't worry)

!-!more under the cut!-!

“You want me to what?” “Meet my parents!” Miles smiled and took both of your hands. “Pleaseeee.” You sighed at his puppy dog eyes, dropping your head and mumbling to yourself. You felt one of Miles’ hands leave yours before he cupped your face to make you look at him. “Hey it’ll be alright, they’ll love you I promise.” You pouted and he kisses your cheek. “Plus I already sorta told them you said yes so,” Your mouth was left agape as you took a step back from him. “Miles! What the hell? What if I had something to do!” You crossed your arms. “Do you have something to do?” He asked, and there was a silence that stretched between you both. “…no.” “Exactly.”

You hadn’t lied, you really did have nothing to do that day, or so you thought. Your father, who was the leader of a ninja-esc organization known as the Koga clan, had a job for you. You accepted, because you had to and totally forgot that you were meant to have dinner at Miles’ house with his parents that same day. It didn’t even render for you until he called you in the morning and started ranting about how excited he was. Your heart dropped at the realization, you tried to get some words in to tell him you might have to reschedule but he kept cutting you off, telling you how happy he was that you and his parents can meet and about how his mom is already cooking a bunch of food. You felt so bad with every happy comment that left his mouth that by the time he stopped ranting to you and let you speak you just forced a smile he couldn’t see and told him you couldn’t wait. After hanging up you simply paced your room, unsure of how to go about this. You were meant to go to his house by five, but you just know you wouldn’t be done by then. You didn’t want to make Miles sad but you couldn’t let your father down. Still, it was unfair to your boyfriend to stand not only him up but his parents as well.

You sighed as you sat on your bed, legs bouncing as you weighed your options. Miles meant so much to you, he was there for you whenever you needed and cleaned your wounds from the fights you’d lie to him about. He just assumed you were a troublemaker seeing as the first time he met you, you seemed to be picking a fight with two guys that were two times your size. He was able to stop the thugs from beating you; you could’ve handled it yourself but he didn’t necessarily know that, plus that mission had just gone wrong at every turn so you were grateful that he stepped in. You guys were friends for so long before he confessed to you one night while cleaning an especially bad wound, and you’ve been together since.

You ran to your father to practically beg him to send someone else. When he asked why you told him that Miles had invited you over to meet his parents, your father wasn’t convinced. He told you to tell Miles you wouldn’t be able to make it, and walked right past you.

At the end of the day, you really didn’t have a choice, you’d have to complete your mission. Though, you did convince your father to start the mission an hour earlier and told Miles that you may have to push the time back from five to six or six-thirty. When he asked why you just said your strict dad had made things a bit more complicated. You said that your dad was apprehensive about you meeting his parents and Miles’ solution? Bring your dad with you! You barked out a laugh when you got that text and told him that there was no way in hell your dad would go with you.

Your mission was initially going really well, you even thought you’d be able to make it to Miles’ house on time, but of course everything had to go wrong last minute. The squad that was sent with you got ambushed leaving you completely in the dark. You still got the information even without the help of the others and were preparing to leave only to get spotted last minute and chased out the building. This entire ordeal pushed back your original exit time of 5:30pm to 6:30pm, the time you told Miles you’d show up. So now you were late and injured and annoyed, you were probably making a terrible first impression on Miles’ parents.

By the time you made it back to your father it was well past 6pm and you tried to skip over getting treatment and just rush to get dressed but your father made you sit down to be checked over. You were holding back tears as you noticed the clock. It was around 7:25 when you were able to find texts from Miles asking if you were still coming, the latest one just told you to forget about it and to just stay home. You felt awful, you didn't know how to fix this. You'd texted him back asking him to reschedule but he just left you on read. So now your walking to his house with tons of gifts and food in your hands, hoping that Miles and his family were home and open for a retry. Miles had ignored you for a whole day after and you couldn't take it anymore so you had to not only go see him but also make amends with his family. Getting up the steps of the house were harder than they should've been, not only from you being sore but also because of the weight of the boxes and bags. You placed them down and rung the doorbell, grabbing a bouquet from the top of a box. Luckily Miles was the one to open the door, his face dropping when he realized it was you.

"What do you want?" His question came out harsh and you winced as if it'd physically hit you. You held out the bouquet of flowers towards him, "Miles! I'm really sorry about Sunday! Can we just talk please?" He scoffed and was about to say more but you'd cut him off before he could. "I brought you and your family some things to make up for it." You spoke quieter than before and Miles was silent for a moment, looking at you then to the boxes, then to the bouquet.

When he finally took the flowers from your hand you'd let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. "...I'll be right back." He shut the door on your face and you sat on the steps hoping that he's not just leaving you there as payback. When the door did open again it was not only Miles but also his mom. You quickly stood up and gave a sheepish wave. His mom crossed her arms and glanced at Miles before looking back at you, her mouth pressed into a thin line, it was clear now that she was waiting for you to speak. "Hi! Uhh my names Y/n, I'm Miles' partner.." You glanced at the boxes, "I'm super sorry I wasn't able to make it on Sunday my dad just made everything very complicated and in the end I couldn't really go and...you don't wanna hear me complain so." You placed a hand on the boxes and gave her an awkward half smile. "How about a do-over..? There's uhm food and also just some gifts for all of you in there, I felt really bad so I sorta went over on the buying." You heard her let out a nose laugh and your eyes immediately snapped to her face to decipher whether it was a mocking one or not. Luckily the large smile growing on her face told you all it needed to. After looking back towards the door where Miles stood with his father, who you swear wasn't there a second ago; they both gave her a nod and she turned back to you and smiled. "A do-over would be nice." You almost cried at those words but you held it back, just glad that you got a second chance.

After helping moving the boxes and bags into a space in the house you'd pulled Miles aside and asked if you could talk to him alone. He led you to his bedroom and shut the door behind you both so that you could speak more privately. "Miles, I'm so sorry I just stood you up-" Miles held up a hand in front of you to get you to stop talking, "It's fine-" "No, it's not..." You grabbed both his hands and sighed. "It's not fine at all.." A silence fell over the both of you again, only this time it was comfortable and not tension filled. You closed your eyes and took a breath. "Miles, I have something to tell you ok?" He nodded, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "The reason I wasn't able to go on Sunday was because.." You trailed off as you considered really going through with this. You're not supposed to tell anyone but this is Miles, you love and trust him and though it may seem reckless to tell him you felt as though now was the right time. "It's because of your dad right?" He added after you hadn't spoke in a while, "does he...hit...you..?"

"What?"

"What the hell! No, I'm a ninja!"

"You're a nin-what?!"

"I'm a ninja Miles! Oh my gosh what?! I cant believe you- no my dad does not hit me!" A laugh escaped your mouth, the topic being inadvertently funny to you in the moment. "Ok ok ok, backtrack," Miles crossed his arms, "did you just call yourself a ninja? Is this some sort of joke?" You shook your head, "No, my dad sent me on a mission on the same day I was supposed to meet your parents and I didn't realize until it was too late so I couldn't cancel and you just sounded so happy about it so I tried to make it work but then everything went wrong and so I was late and I got hurt so I couldn't rush over-" "You got hurt?" "yes, but that's besides the point." You placed your hands on Miles shoulders. "What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry and I know this whole thing sounds like a joke but I'm serious about it ok?" Miles glanced away from you before his eyes softened and he slowly nodded. "Ok, I believe you.." You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips, which turned into two and then three before a knock on his door broke you both out of it. "Miles whatever you're doing in there you better stop hogging Y/n! I still want to talk to them ya know!" Miles chuckled in embarrassment before yelling to his mom that he'd be right out. He kissed you once more before leading you back to the living room. You helped his mom heat up the food properly so that you all could eat like originally planned. "I don't know exactly why you weren't able to make it here last time but I'm glad you tried again on your own." Your head snapped into the direction of Miles' mom and you smiled. "Yeah I felt really bad, I'm still sorry by the way.." You looked to the floor, "It's alright, you're here now." The conversation lulled off again for a while. "Take care of him." She smiled and continued when you gave her a confused look. "Miles of course, you may be his lover but I'm still his mother and I'd like to know that he'll be safe out there." You gave her a determined nod, "I promise I care too much to let anything happen to him. I'll keep him out of trouble don't worry!" She chuckled at your sudden enthusiasm but nodded. "Good."

The rest of your night consisted of eating dinner with Miles and his family, having his dad slip in sly parental threats into almost every sentence which would be followed by Miles groaning out of embarrassment or Miles' mom scolding, or agreeing with, her husband, All in all, it was a good night in your opinion and you were super glad to have this second chance.

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melrosing · 1 year

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MBO Robert's Rebellion: Episode 4

once again, pls check the content warnings for this one, it's fucking grim right through

have done the calculations and this should be x2 'seasons' of x10 episodes. in this one: no huge tweaks to timelines, this is a mostly silent episode of Tywin prepping for a highscore in all future 'bad asoiaf dads' lists

Next: Episode 5

Prev: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3

title for this one: :\

A closed door; we hear a woman's muffled screams coming from the other side. Suddenly a midwife rushes through from the side, whilst a maester rushes out, doused with blood. Lots of back and forth through these doors as the screaming continues.. Finally, we hear a baby’s screams, and the woman’s screams stop

Inside the birthing room: Tywin Lannister sits wide-eyed and silent at Joanna's side in the foreground, clutching her hand. We cannot see her face, but her body is deathly still, and the sheets are covered in blood. Blurred in the background, midwives and maesters crowd around a baby who can’t be seen. This goes on for some time, till a maester parts from the group, and slowly approaches Tywin Lannister. Tywin looks up in foggy askance, and the maester, hesitating, folds his hands before him.

OPENING CREDS I GUESS

Bells ringing through silent hallways about the Rock. We find the Lannisters all in black in an aggressively golden sept. Joanna lies in-state upon her funeral bier. Cersei, on Genna’s arm, is led to her mother’s body first, and weeps at the sight of her. Next, Tywin leads Jaime to the bier, and they stand side by side before Joanna. Jaime takes a deep shuddering breath, but before anything comes of it, and hand takes him hard by the shoulder - it looks like it hurts. ‘A man does not weep.’ Jaime’s expression freezes, and he stands there until Genna appears to lead him away. Tywin remains by himself as the other mourners depart the sept. For a long time we observe Tywin’s grief from behind, when abruptly, on Tywin’s face: it’s contorted in terrible grief, the strain to keep from crying rendering him almost hideous

In an empty nursery, a baby howls

Jaime’s room. It’s quiet here too, except for a kid weeping into a pillow where his father can’t hear. After a while, the weeping reaches a pitch that a maid comes rushing in and, failing to console the boy, brings Genna in place of his mother. Genna elects to take Jaime to his sister - who knows why Joanna had lately insisted on separate rooms anyway lol [Walter White screaming from inside the car.jpeg]. Confronted with a pair of guards on Cersei’s door, Genna informs them that the twins need one another at this time: the guards shrug and let the two pass. Cersei welcomes Jaime to her pillows, and Genna leaves the twins in one another’s arms, mumbling nonsense in the dark. (great job, Genna)

Later, in the dead hours of the same night. Tywin enters Tyrion’s nursery, looking as though he has not slept for days. He approaches Tyrion’s crib, picking up a crimson lion-embroidered blanket slung over a chair as he goes. Stopping at the side of the crib, Tywin looks at his son for the first time with dead eyes. Tyrion looks back: it’s the first time we’ve seen him, too. The two observe one another silently a moment, and Tywin’s hand twitches around the blanket he holds. We’ve a dread sense of what he’s about to do, when Tywin looks down at the embroidered lions. It’s these, not the face of his newborn son, that stop his hand; Tywin turns slowly and leaves the room in silence

It’s morning in King’s Landing: a maester places a handwritten missive in Aerys’ hand. Aerys opens it slowly, and reads stoney-faced. Rhaella watches on in question

A few weeks later at the Rock: windswept Martells (Unnamed Princess of Dorne, Elia [16], Oberyn [15]) arrive at the mouth, and are greeted by Tywin’s siblings, but not Tywin. The Martells have worn black for their arrival, but already look as though they want to leave

Elia and Oberyn are getting know their potential betrothed: a pair of miserable looking kids in black who currently have the vibes of the twins from The Shining. The Lannister twins lead the Martell siblings through the halls but only speak in whispers to one another. Freaky. Oberyn says so in Elia’s ear, and Elia scolds him. Oberyn loudly suggests that the twins show them Tyrion, whom they’ve heard so much about: Cersei perks up at this

The Martell siblings are led to Tyrion’s nursery, where Cersei unveils the baby. Elia is delighted, Oberyn disappointed, and Cersei, humiliated that Tyrion is apart from anything else an underwhelming spectacle… does what she does in the book. Elia gets agitated as the baby starts to cry, and asks Oberyn to make her let go of Tyrion; however, ultimately Jaime steps in. Cersei seems angry and humiliated by this too, and storms out, followed by the Martell siblings who really would like to go home now thanks. Meanwhile, this is the first time Jaime has really looked at Tyrion: he stays behind, take a seat by the crib and hangs out with his bro in silence for a bit

Finally, the Princess of Dorne is afforded a conversation with Tywin Lannister. Strolling the walls of the Rock, she reminds him of she and Joanna’s affection for one another, and introduces the matter of betrothing their children, as she and Jo had discussed. Tywin shuts this down immediately, stating that his daughter will marry the prince

The Martells departing: worst vacation ever

Tywin approaches his solar, where the door is slightly ajar. Inside, he can hear Kevan and the maester discussing some recent words of Aerys’. He hears the beginning of a quote: ‘The gods have plucked a fair flower from his hand…’ Then obvs the men realise that Tywin is standing outside, and try to change the subject. Tywin demands the whole statement, and eventually wrings it out of them: “...and given him a monster in her place, to teach him some humility at last.” Class

Tywin riding his little gold coach back to King’s Landing, a storm wrought across his face

Tywin storms inside the Great Hall, to find Aerys with some of his council: Tywin dismisses them, and would speak to the King alone. Did he say this thing? Aerys, shocked to see Tywin, insists that he did not, and awkwardly embraces him: he mourns Joanna too, he loves Tywin like a brother, etc etc. Tywin’s face is steel - he does not return the embrace, does not believe these words. However, he has no choice but to accept the lie

In the Tower of the Hand: Tywin takes one of his men aside, and makes a request of him. Shortly later, a woman is brought to Tywin’s chambers, flirting with him upon entry. Tywin proves unresponsive to this, and demands she be perfunctory. Once the woman has stripped, Tywin climbs on top of her. There’s white noise as he moves, and we see only Tywin’s face, contorted in rage. From his movements, and the muffled noises we hear, this seems violently done. Eventually, Tywin finishes, climbs off the woman, and sends her outside. The woman stands, looking intensely dishevelled and frightened; dressing, she quickly makes her exit, handed a small bag of gold by Tywin’s guard before she leaves

Meanwhile, outside Aerys’ chambers: the door is open, but we cannot see him. Barristan Selmy leads Rhaella to the door, and we hear Aerys call her in. Rhaella pauses in the doorway, and looks to Selmy. Selmy returns the look sadly. Rhaella removes her crown, and takes a fearful step beyond the door. Barristan Selmy closes it after her

#asoiaf #sparknotes robert's rebellion #long post #cw abuse #cw assault #valyrianscrolls

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charyou-tree · 5 months

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My trusty gtx1080 has finally been showing its age. Not that it isn't fast enough, but that its starting to crash frequently unless I underclock it. I've been contemplating building a new PC for the first time in about 8 years, and the chip shortage seems to be tapering off, for all but the highest end consumer chips.

...but wouldn't you know it? I just managed to by an RTX4090! At MRSP no less! (fuck u scalpers!) I even have my wife's approval! I probably won't have a complete build until after the holidays, but its exciting to be putting a new war machine together.

This was all inspired by finding out that Valve forked off a version of Wine they're calling Proton that makes most Steam games work on common linux distros without any real tweaking. I tried it and it worked great out of the box for Deep Rock Galactic.

Steam games were pretty much the last thing tying me to windows, but I can't underclock my gpu (without great effort) in ubuntu and I was crashing every 20 minutes or so at stock clocks. If I'm going to have to actually upgrade instead of plodding along with the hacky quick fix, might as well go big if I'm not going to upgrade again for most of a decade. I tend to use my hardware until it physically falls apart, like that poor macbook I had in highschool that melted its plastic feet off rendering 3d fractal animations at 100% CUP usage for 5 months straight...

#pc building #rtx 4090 #linux #ubuntu

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amizuki · 27 days

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small edits of the epilogue designs of the main 5

(not including Eda, Lilith and Vee, I think they look okay and I honestly dunno what to change with their designs)

btw these are all gonna be edits of the renders from the owl house wiki, because my drawing skills are too ass to draw designs from scratch

Luz:

'ight, I gotta get this out right off the bat – I fucking hate Luz's ugly as fuck pants

everything else in her outfit looks great – I love the snake on the jacket (and how it kinda blends in with the stripes on her shirt), I love her wearing the striped shirt she was wearing in the pilot and I love that she's wearing Amity's old necklace, but the pants are just the worst. this shade of yellow looks like shit, doesn't fit with the rest of the colors (apart from maybe her eyes and part of the necklace, if you wanna stretch it) and those dumb patches just make her legs look busy/cluttered. so, I removed all the patches and made Luz's pants beige, similar to the ones she wore at the end of season 2 (that whole look was honestly really good, sad it was only used for a couple episodes).

oh and I also slightly tweaked her hair because it just looked weird to me. I dunno why, but both her slicked back hairstyle in s3 and the epilogue hairstlyle always looked off to me, and I can't quite put my finger onto why.

Amity:

I made a post on my sideblog a while back where I explained why I thought the hairstyle Amity had in the epilogue didn't really fit with how I interpreted her overall hair change over time. basically that whole post boiled down to:

Amity with a high ponytail/high bun/etc. – represents Amity under her mother's control (since Odalia has almost the same hairstyle)

Amity with her hair down or with a low ponytail/low bun/etc. – Amity is no longer doing what her mom says, she's making her own choices now

so seeing her go back to having a high ponytail in the epilogue just didn't sit right with me. and that's why I decided to give her a braid. since Willow cut her hair short and no longer has two braids, I thought it'd be nice to instead give a braid to Amity. I also wanted to try and make it a two-colored braid, since I didn't really know how else to incorporate her brown hair color to the hairstyle (I didn't want to just go for the simple "make one side of the hair purple and the other brown").

I liked how the Grom crystals were added into this design, I thought it was a pretty nice callback to the episode where the whole Grom dance happened, and so I kept them in my redesign as well – putting them as a part of a headband.

the remaining changes are super minor – I made her pants slightly longer, since them being knee-height looked kinda weird to me, and changed her earrings from these big, black (and kinda ugly lol) triangles to the ones she wore in "Reaching Out", so there would be a bit more yellow in the design to match Amity's eyes.

Willow:

this one doesn't have that much changed to it. I kinda wanted to do something with Willow's hair, but in the end decided against it, since I think her short hair, while looking a bit too simular to Luz's debut hairstyle, is still pretty cute.

I really liked the gold glasses she got in season 2, and so I made her glasses here gold as well. not only because I like them better, but also to make it match with her yellow top.

I see that they tried to do this whole asymmetrical thing with her legs – one leg has a knee pad and the other doesn't, one leg has a sock and the other, again, doesn't – and I'm not against it, but the fact that Willow only has one sock just looks off to me. so I gave her her second sock back, but made the other one yellow, to still kinda keep the asymmetry (and to, again, add more yellow to the design, so it wouldn't just be her top and bracelets).

...also slightly changed the main color of her shorts, because that shade of green looked ugly to me.

Gus:

(this one has even less changes than Willow lol)

my man just straight up lost all his blues

if you go to the owl house wiki and open the page with Gus' designs, you'll see that all of them have some shades of either blue or teal, and occasionally green in them (with the exception of his Halloween costume, that became his season 3 outfit, which is mostly pink-red). and since illusion coven's color is light blue, it makes sense to add the colors of his coven to Gus's outfits. but in the epilogue bro's just covered in yellows and browns, with the only blue being his pants. so that's the only thing I changed – made his vest and glasses blue, to return at least some of his illusion magic's color to him.

the outfit itself looks alright, he looks a lot like a teacher, which is what he is by the time of the epilogue (though it is weird that, despite being 16, he looks more like he's in his mid 20s lmao). I'm not entirely sure why he's suddenly wearing glasses here though, since I don't remember him ever mentioning having eyesight problems or even wearing contacts before (but maybe he did mention it and I just don't remember, I dunno), but eh, whatever. he looks alright with those, so I didn't remove them. but yeah, apart from the lack of blues in his outfit, Gus looks the best out of the main 5.

Hunter:

(had to enlargen his png with a random ai, idk why the one on the wiki is like 5 pixels large, who tf made it so small lmao)

yeah, so, uh, the obvious question here... why does Hunter look like Caleb again?

wasn't his whole thing supposed to be how he's not just another Grimwalker? not just another copy of Caleb? not just Caleb? isn't that's why he decided to cut his hair, and specifically his Caleb-like fringe, to not look like him (and to simultaneously not look like Belos)? he even looks at himself in the mirror at one point in TTT, before he gets possessed by Belos, and says "I like who I am now" or something like that, I don't remember the exact quote.

and then Hunter not only gets his Caleb Hair™ back, after Belos possesses him, but he also gets Caleb's brown eyes after Flapjack brings him back to life, now making Hunter look EXACTLY like Caleb! which, correct me if I'm wrong, isn't this exactly what Belos wanted? a perfect copy of Caleb??

at first I thought that by the time of the epilogue he'd cut his hair again or style it differently, to not look like "Caleb 2: electric boogaloo", and so I just tolerated how he looked in FTF and WAD, thinking "eh, alright, he obviously won't cut his hair again anywhere in these episodes, everyone's busy with making Boiling Isles normal again, it'll probably be somewhere at the very end of the show, when everything's good again". and then, lo and behold – he did not, in fact, cut his hair, and he's still just Caleb™...

cool

ignoring his hair – the design itself looks nice. I especially like the addition of Abomination, Illusion and Plants patches he sewn onto his apron, and, unlike Luz's pants patches, these actually work pretty well with the whole look, plus it's nice to see him add small things that represent his friends to his outfit (only one of Luz's patches represented anyone, which was Amity with that Abomination patch, and then it's just two random pictures that don't really represent anyone)

the main thing I wanted to change was his hair, just like with Amity. judging by this concept art it does seem like they wanted to give Hunter different hair, to not make him look like Caleb 2.0. (dunno why they decided against it though, that was pretty dumb of them).

so I basically just took the first hairstyle here and slapped it onto Hunter. apart from that, the only things I changed were that I made his sneakers pink (since his Grimwalker eyes were pink and I kinda thought I'd bring a bit of that color back here) and added some accessories to his arms – a glove on one hand and bandages on the other. I couldn't give him two gloves, since the right one would cover the Flapjack tattoo, so instead I put some bandages from splinters there (inspired by the same concept art where I traced the hair from).

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and that's it.

again, I didn't do anything with the timeskip designs of Eda, Lilith and Vee, because I think they generally look okay and I don't really have any ideas on how I'd change them. as for every other character's new looks – I really don't care that much about them lol. Camila and Boscha look good, King barely changed, so he's pretty good too, and everyone else I barely even remember.

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