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Bangtan weekly report.
On the Street on first listen/MV watch did not make me warm and fuzzy. It was melancholy, it made me sad.
Watching it again and again, some of the imagery is hard to interpret, like the small sidewalk memorial off to the side with the yellow and white flowers.
But some of the other imagery was definitely obvious. The child representing Army (again). The location: Bowery Station.
The MV was not as dancey as I thought it would be. But since the moment I learned that J. Cole would be part of this I knew this was one of those full circle moments for Hobi.
He preceded the premiere of the MV with a Weverse live on the banks of the Han River in Seoul. Walking around in public doing a live... we’ve come a long way people... I bet there was at least one security guy hovering out of the shot... hiding in the tall grass... somewhere nearby.
Other developments this past week:
When I said “Instagram is going to go silent for a while unless JK wipes his feed again” I didn’t mean wipe it and then delete it, you big dork!!!! Be furrrrrrreallllll.
The estimated “value” of JK’s instagram followers was $50 million USD. All those potential partnership companies gagged and choked.
Jungkook informed fans of his withdrawal from Instagram which had as many followers as South Korea's total population: 52.4 million. It was estimated the value of one posting for Jungkook would have exceeded 1 billion won or almost $766,000 USD. His account value would have been in the tens of billions of won.
Okay, Kookie... just keep doing you. I love you anyway.
In other news (unfortunately):
So, if the Korail employee knows private information such as addresses and such (scary and mind-boggling)... Namjoon would have no choice but to reveal information before anyone else has a chance to do it and incur any more damage to his reputation or compromise the information for anyone he knows if that’s the type of info they had access to. In other words, don’t be surprised when Namjoon reveals personal info before anyone else has a chance to do it.
I hope it is plain to see why Jimin doesn’t even let us know what color his walls are or to understand why Jungkook may have left Instagram. There is too much chance of anyone figuring out information just from being able to identify objects and things in photos. Who knows what other private info of theirs is already breached and in the hands of nefarious people.
It is so concerning to me that I even question when Jungkook gives us details about the amenities at Bam’s new training place. DON’T TELL US!
The Tiffany & Co. ambassadorship... and the dollars keep rolling in for our precious little 21st Century Pop Icon who is just our goofy friend in sweatpants who loves soju.
We all noticed Jimin seemed to be “naked” when he attended the Dior menswear show back in January. When I say naked, I mean he wasn’t wearing a single piece of jewelry. We know this man loves him some bangly bangles and dangly earrings and spangly necklaces. He never goes anywhere without his signature hoop earrings on so we all felt something was missing.
And now we know he had this Tiffany deal up his sleeve. Seems like he was cleansing himself of jewelry. Starting fresh by being jewelry free in front of millions of eyes just so he could follow up with a jewelry refresh. Jimin will have Tiffany’s classic and polished pieces flying out of jewelry stores. Get ready for the Jimin effect. I hope they manufactured enough to satisfy demand. I can’t wait for the knock-offs so I can afford to wear a few look-alikes.
Busan Expo update video. Filmed last October or November?
Inside Mang made me tear up. Their little virtual Mang interacting with Hobi was the sweetest thing. We will get a “real” Mang reveal soon!! Everything Hobi does is so well thought out. His attention to detail is astounding. I suppose Mang might serve a similar role that Wootteo did for Jin... (weeps).
And Jimin on Insta and Weverse trying to catch up on the member’s content HE IS JUST LIKE ME! I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH ALL THE CONTENT EITHER, JIMIN!!!
Jimin is about to slap us in the face with FACE... hold on to your asses we’re about to go for a ride on the Jimin freight train soon.
#bangtan weekly report is getting to be a thing#what happened to hiatus/not a hiatus?#kookie! you dork!#jungkook#jimin#hobi#j-hope#on the street#tiffany&co#jimin face#magazine covers luxury goods investment apps#throwing away $50 million dollars like its nothing#have mercy on us poor folk#i hope JK got his garbage disposal fixed at his rental#i hope Bam is feeling better#ok enough hashtags#bangtan weekly report
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GOD the thought of one of them being forced to watch the other rail you, and they're restrained with a huge hard on whimpering wishing that it was him touching you instead, you all take care of eachother afterwards ofc <3
Y'all got me foaming at the mouth writing like I'm rabid and I love it
Warnings/tags: afab reader w/ they/them pronouns, loosely edited late-night filth, piv sex, oral sex m!receiving, briefly brainrotting fluff at the end and then someone (guess who) just has to get in the last word. it's all in the ask folks
This has a part 2 now!
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Drink up my thirsty friends
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It wasn’t even König’s fault. He wasn’t the one who gave you such soft hands, such a sweet voice, such a pretty mouth. How could anyone blame him for falling apart at the touch of those hands, the sound of that voice, the feel of your mouth?
“You have such a pretty cock, König,” you croon as you kneel naked in front of him, stroking the length of it. You kiss the tip. “Anyone ever tell you that? How gorgeous your cock is?”
He opens his mouth, only to whimper as you lick along his slit, smiling at him so sweetly. “No one? You poor thing.” You run your tongue along a vein, smiling at his breathy sigh. “I love this cock. Love how good it feels inside me. How much it stretches me.”
“Then let me fuck you,” he pants rocking his hips forward, only for you to pull back, lips curled deviously.
“Not yet,” you soothe, kissing his thigh. “Want to taste you.” You take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around slowly with a hum that has him shaking already.
“Please,” he begs. “Let me…I’ll make you feel so good…” he pants as you take him in deeper. “I’ll…I’ll fuck you so good…you’ll…you’ll forget everything else.” You moan around him, letting him rock his hips even further into your mouth.
“Will you?”
König freezes as you pull back to whip around, eyes fixing on Simon standing in the doorway like a wraith, shoulders nearly knocking against the side of it. Even in civvie clothes with the balaclava off he looks for all the world like a vengeful spectre. Unstoppable. Unappeasable. Your only hope to pray for his mercy.
“You would forget me, love?” He growls, prowling forward like a bear. “Forget how good my cock makes you feel?”
“Never, Simon, I-”
“You’re right.” He stops, looming over you. “Never.”
You lean forward to palm him through his pants but he catches both of your wrists. “No,” he snarls, turning to place your hands just above König’s knees. “You don’t get to touch. And you,” his gaze shifts to König. “Stay still. Hold their hands there. And watch.”
You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows before nodding, spreading his hands across his thighs to clamp your own into his skin. His hips wiggle a bit, his hard member bobbing in front of your face, but at Simon’s glare he stills.
You feel the pressure of the thunderstorm that is Simon Riley building behind your back as he sinks to his knees. His breath brushes over the top of your head and you shiver, feeling the air around you move as he leans around you. “You alright?” he whispers. You nod, feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temples before looking up at König.
König’s eyes are glassy already, but he too nods, and out of the corner of your eye you see Simon lean around you, pressing against your back as he places a kiss on König’s knee.
And then the softness of Simon Riley retreats, replaced with the hard persona of a commanding officer divvying out punishment to his misbehaving soldiers. One hand grabs your shoulder, holding you just far enough back that your mouth can’t reach König’s cock lest you get any ideas. The other is on your hip, shifting your body back onto his lap, groaning as your legs spread open around his own.
Above you König is already whining and trying not to squirm. Part of him wants to beg Simon to let him fuck your mouth, or even just to let him use one of his own hands. But another part of him, one that settles deep and dark into his gut, is writhing in excitement, clamping his teeth down onto his tongue so he can see just how far this goes.
It wasn’t König’s fault. He didn’t mean it like that. You knew he didn’t mean it like that. Hell, even Simon knew. But Simon would be damned if he didn’t have some fun teasing him about it anyway. You weren’t the only one who loved hearing König beg. Just as König wasn’t the only one who loved watching you fall apart around him. And if Simon could have both at the same time? Well, he would count himself the luckiest man alive.
Simon’s already sending silent praises to whatever crazy streak of luck landed him here, with you on his lap as he fumbles at his belt and trousers until he finally frees himself, hearing your beautiful gasp as he rubs his tip down your soaking slit. “Fuck, pet, look at yourself. Think you could take me just like this?”
You mewl, rocking your hips down onto him and eliciting another gravelly swear before his hands tighten around you and pull you down, slow but relentless, forcing you open around him. You throw your head back, gasping for air as you feel König’s hands tighten around yours, gripping his own thighs as strangled sounds come from his throat.
“You like that, big guy?” Simon taunts, and König’s teeth dig deeper into his tongue as he takes in the man’s smirk while he bottoms out. “You like watching them take everything I can give?”
Simon rolls his hips up into you, pulling another sound from your tightening lungs. König screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, digging marks into his flesh and driving the blood from your own hands, desperate to bring himself under control.
“Eyes on me, soldier,” Simon commands, and immediately König obeys, cock jumping traitorously as he whips his eyes down. Simon stares at his achingly red member before his eyes drift upwards, coals burning right through König’s own watery vision. He snorts, a sound of laughter. “Good boy.”
König whimpers, but the sound is drowned out as Simon digs his hand in, pulling you up only to slam you back down with a depraved squelch. Immediately he moves into a brutal pace that has your arms shaking and your lips quivering.
You barely notice König’s own thighs shaking as he squirms on the couch above you, whimpering and sobbing as he is forced to watch you fall apart, everything in him jerking with every grunt and huff coming from Simon as he takes his pleasure. König tries to imagine it, to feel your tight wet walls around him, but it only makes more blood rush down, pushing the pain-pleasure nearly to his limit. Tracks of tears run down his cheeks now and all he wants is to leap forward, to pull your mouth onto him, to pull Simon’s hands onto him, anything. But he is a soldier. He has his orders. And he’ll follow them, even as he falls apart.
Everything in you is tight, impossibly tight, and you feel like no air is coming through even as you desperately try to pull anything into your aching and shriveled lungs. The room is dancing around you, swirling in sparks of stars where the only tangible is Simon, the hands maneuvering your trembling body, the harsh sounds echoing through your ear, the relentless pressure of his cock sending burning vibrations up your spine.
You feel your release crushing you inwards and try to warn Simon but there’s no air left and you’re already snapping, jerking against him as you choke on your words, mewling pitifully as his grip only tightens more and he continues to chase his own release. Luckily for your poor pussy it does not take long for him to twitch and spasm inside of you, painting your walls as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder with a growl before finally, finally slowing down and letting you ragdoll into him, face pressing into your neck. He stays there for a moment, hand moving to massage your chest as your breathing returns to normal. Then he’s shifting to pull out and get his feet back under him.
He scoops you up with ease, kissing your forehead as you squirm a bit, placing you down on the couch next to König, who sits rubbing his hands up and down his bruised thighs, still shaking. Simon’s hands cup your cheeks, pulling you back into him as he places a delicate kiss on your lips. “Just a moment, love. Just a moment and I’ll take care of you.”
You nod, offering a small smile as you let yourself sink into the cushions, watching Simon pull back and walk to stand in front of König, running a hand along one of his thighs before kneeling in front of him. “You alright?”
König nods, but his jaw trembles a bit.
“They were right, you know,” Simon murmurs. “You do have the most gorgeous cock.”
A confused sound leaves König’s throat, cut off by a surprised gasp as Simon takes him in hand, smoothing the precum down his shaft with firm strokes. “That’s it,” Simon groans at König’s pained whimpers, leaning forward to suck on the tip, drawing a sob from him. “Go on, big guy. Take what you need.”
Simon lets his jaw slacken, and König’s hands are instantly leaving his battered thighs to tangle as best they can into his hair, wrapping around his head to pull Simon down onto his painful cock. Simon’s mouth is much bigger than yours, but even so you hear him grunting and puffing with the effort, struggling to take as much of König as he can, the tall man thrusting forward down his throat and letting his own head fall back.
Poor König only lasts a few strokes before he’s breaking, shooting down Simon’s throat. Simon chokes a bit but still manages to swallow most of it, pulling back to clean up the rest in lazy licks until König’s hips jerk away with a whine.
Simon stands, lazily cracking his neck as he leans forward to cradle König’s jaw. “Better?”
König grins, letting his head flop into Simon’s palm. You smile at the soft chuckle that leaves Simon’s throat before he’s leaning forward, gently working his hands around König before lifting him off the couch with a huff. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Simon brings König to the bathroom before coming back for you, carrying you in to place you in the tub between König’s spread legs. You smile as the warm water curls around you, reclining into König’s chest and thanking your past self for investing in such a giant bathtub. König curls around you lazily, placing a kiss on your shoulder before letting his chin rest there. You giggle at his droopy eyes, running your hands over his forearms.
Then Simon is kneeling next to you, gently scrubbing you both, massaging the soreness out of your hips and thighs before rubbing gently over the marks König made on his legs. He takes each of König’s reddened hands and gently works his fingers into the joints all the way up the wrists, smiling as he watches König’s pretty eyes close completely before leaning down to place a kiss between his eyebrows. You whine dramatically, but Simon humors you, kissing your nose and trying not to let his gulp be heard at the satisfied smile you give him.
“Stop stealing my attention,” König mumbles, mouth pressed into your neck as his arms wrap around your body, causing you and Simon to both laugh.
“Here,” you murmur, lifting his chin up to kiss his cheek as Simon kisses the other. “Better?”
His cheeks flush a pretty pink and he nods before burying his face in you once again.
Simon finishes washing you both and pushes himself back to his feet, knees cracking. “I’ll go get you some tea.”
König’s head shoots up from your neck. “Wait!” You both cry in unison.
Simon pauses, regarding you with a bemused look. “You could just stay here a bit,” you murmur, blinking up at him through your eyelashes before scooting forward. König nods, scooting forward along with you.
Simon shakes his head, but you’ve both already seen the smile rounding his cheeks. With a sigh he strips his clothing off and slips in behind König, thick arms wrapping around you both and pulling you in.
The three of you all sigh in unison as you settle against each other.
“I love you both,” you murmur, eyes closing.
They smile, echoing your statement back at you, but you’ve already drifted off. They lean forward to kiss your head before twisting and sharing a long, lingering kiss with each other.
As they pull away König’s eyes flash mischievously. “Next time we will see who is doing the teasing.”
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Happy Ending
Synopsis: Out of all people you could have been assigned to for your lifeguard training, it had to be Billy Hargrove. You hate the guts out of his cocky and flirty demeanour and during your lessons, Billy has no mercy and it shows—muscle cramps torment your entire body after another intense training session, and (un)fortunately, Billy takes notice and offers to give you a massage. What could possibly go wrong?
A/N: Request from anon. You asked, I delivered! But hear me out… what if he gave RC a seductive massage beforehand? ;-)
Words: 2654
Warnings: pure, shameless, and filthy smut
“Ugh…” You groaned, rolling your shoulders. Your lifeguard training was killing you. You’d be as stiff as a piece of log by the time you’d made it through the final exam. That’s how you’d end up saving drowning folk. They’d just use you like a piece of wood.
But you were determined to push through, if anything to prove a point. Billy Hargrove aka the pain of your existence, was pushing you to your fucking limits. Out of all people you could have been assigned to… well, technically, it had been a fifty-fifty chance. But boy, would you have preferred Heather over him.
Billy was a cliché on two legs. A cocky boy from California with abs, a womanizer, and a classic jock—not to mention he preferred to resolve disputes with his fists. You knew what he stood for and what his intentions were with the women he wooed and you hated yourself for being insanely attracted to him. Nothing good would come out of giving in to his recurring flirting attempts. He knew exactly what he was doing—knew about the effect he had on women and he was bathing in it. His ego was too big for his head, that was for sure; and the fact that during your lifeguard lessons, Billy repeatedly had his hands all over your half-naked body didn’t exactly make things easier for you.
You groaned once more, attempting to stretch a little. You had absolutely no idea how you had survived the past hour.
“You okay?” Billy came walking into the changing rooms, still wearing nothing more than his red swimming trunks. He was chewing on gum, a sly smirk playing on his lips when he noticed your struggles. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
“Yeah… just tense. Muscles cramps.”
“I wasn’t going too… hard on you, was I?” He asked, playfulness playing in his voice. Damn him.
“No… I’m just not used to excessive workouts every day.” You realised your mistake, or rather, your poor word choice, the moment he started grinning.
“Oh, you’re not?”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh, stop it already. I hate you, remember?”
“I can help you, you know,” he said, unimpressed by my complaint and clearly still amused.
Raising your eyebrows, you glared him down suspiciously. “Oh yeah?”
Billy nodded. “I know a few… massage techniques.”
Your eyes widened and you took, no, jumped a step back.
“Absolutely not!” Billy’s hands slowly gliding all over your body, kneading away the knots? That… that sounded horrifying, it sounded… really hot. Which was why you could, under no circumstances, agree to it.
“Come on… Are you scared it could be… good?” He leaned in close and you cursed internally. Yes. Yes, that is exactly what I’m afraid of, for Fuck’s sake.
“No. I just… I don’t need you of all people to massage me, Billy. If I need to release some tension, I’ll go to a professional.” You winced, again slapping yourself mentally for your poor word choice. Billy chuckled.
“Follow me.”
You didn’t know why but you did. Billy led you to the lifeguard office in the back of the building. There wasn’t much in here—just some equipment, first aid kits, a surprisingly neat desk, and a low treatment table for injured pool guests.
“Lie down, stomach down.” He pointed at the treatment table. You hesitated. This was a bad idea. This was a really bad idea. So why the fuck did you move toward it and did as you were told?
“Is it just your shoulders and your back?” Billy went to grab something from the sink area—you could only assume it was some sort of massage oil. You doubted this was part of the equipment here, he must have brought it himself at some point.
“Yeah…” you croaked out.
You tensed, staring at the wall and avoiding his gaze at any cost when Billy slid the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders and then proceeded to pour some massage oil into his hands. He rubbed them together, the soothing sound sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine, and then… you felt his hands on you.
Billy’s fingers were surprisingly soft and yet, they went to town firmly. A moan escaped your lips when he located the knots and began to massage them away.
“Told you I’m good,” he purred. You groaned by way of a response. Because the fucker was right. It felt amazing. He felt amazing. Billy knew exactly what he was doing—you didn’t even protest when, after a while, he pulled your swimsuit down further to reveal the entirety of your back. Up and down his hands went, exploring your bare skin and working away all of the tension his training had caused in the first place.
You could get used to this. You could fall asleep to this. Fall asleep and dream of Billy’s hands further down… no, stop! That’s exactly what he wants to achieve!
You were about to protest and opened your mouth when he travelled south with a start, testing the tense flesh on the back of your thighs. He tsked at you when his thumbs rolled over the knots and tense spots.
“I don’t think you were completely honest with me, doll.”
“I’m fine…”
“Flip over,” he suddenly said.
You ripped your eyes open, only realising now that you had closed them. You were naked from the waist up. If you turned around now, you’d give him a full front-row view of your tits. He wished, huh?
“I’m good, Billy.”
“Flip. Over,” he repeated. His voice was darker now, almost a little intimidating and… taunting in the most delicious and fuck, sexual way.
Grunting, you pulled your swimsuit back up just enough for it to cover your breasts and rolled on your back, meeting his blue eyes and staring daggers at him. He only chuckled.
“You’re really cute when you’re pretending to be angry.”
“I’m not pretending. I am angry.” Angry at how good it felt. Angry at how good he made you feel.
Billy smirked and poured some more oil into his palms. Next thing you knew, he was working your thighs so thoroughly that you tensed up in order not to wriggle around.
“Relax, babe…” Ha, easy for him to say. You had no doubt that he was enjoying this, perhaps even more than you were. Especially when his thumbs moved toward dangerous territory. Again and again, he grazed your inner thighs just a little too close to where you kept claiming he didn’t have an effect on you. A circumstance that was getting harder and harder to deny because fuck, you were growing wet. You could already feel the heat pooling between your legs, your breathing quickening.
And before you even knew it, your legs fell open further, inviting him in. It was over there and then. Fuck it. Fuck him, literally. You could only hope he had locked the door behind him. He won. He fucking won.
Your lips parted as Billy’s hands took the invitation. You bucked your hips the moment his thumb brushed directly over your still clothed clit, your nails digging into the treatment table, though this time, he didn’t tell you to relax. Instead, he did it again. And again. And again.
For a brief moment, he paused. And then, when you didn’t protest, he slowly pushed the thin stripe of fabric out of the way to reveal your glistening pussy to his greedy eyes. You were panting at this point, lost in the pleasure he was promising you without even speaking a word.
His fingers were slippery with the massage oil, his left thumb slowly circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped when you felt him push two fingers inside of you. He fucked you languidly, savouring every single second and you bucked your hips and arched your back, meeting his thrusts, silently begging for more.
You almost flinched upon hearing his seductive voice again. “I think that swimsuit needs to go, doll. It’s in the way… and we wouldn’t want to get massage oil all over it, now would we?”
Biting your lower lip, you hummed in agreement. All of a sudden, you did not mind him seeing you topless anymore at all. Quite on the contrary—it turned you on even more knowing that you’d be lying before him completely exposed, all his for the taking.
Billy did all the work for you. He removed his fingers from your pussy and chuckled when you whined at the loss. He then hooked his fingers into the hem of your swimsuit, pulling it all the way down—at an antagonisingly slow speed—to your ankles. You kicked them off, unable to hide your trembling. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this aroused, except, perhaps, this one time you’d been unable to fall asleep and instead decided to masturbate to the thought of Billy fucking you. Shit, you were a goner. A complete and utter goner.
“Jesus, I knew you’d look even hotter without the swimsuit.”
You moaned in response, still unable to meet his gaze. You kept your eyes shut, a sigh of relief escaping your lips when his left hand cupped one of your breasts as if they’d been made for him. His other hand returned to your slick cunt. Sweet, wet noises echoed through the otherwise empty room as he fingerfucked you all the while the hand on your breast kept teasing your hardening nipple. By the time he moved on to the other breast, you were breathing heavily, a warm knot tightening in your stomach—fast.
And yet again, you had to admit… Billy knew exactly what he was doing, working you toward what already felt like the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. His voice alone almost tipped you over the edge.
“Do you wanna come, babe?” he rasped.
“Please…” You barely recognised your own voice at this point. Begging Billy Hargrove for an orgasm… you’d most definitely lost your marbles.
But before you could slap yourself for your horny stupidity, you fell. Billy made you see stars, his fingers working your cunt like an instrument and hitting all the right keys. You clenched around his fingers, drenching them in your juices as your toes curled and you came hard.
He made sure help you ride it out before he released you, wet hands gliding all over your bare body. He massaged your breasts for a little while until you came back to your senses, your eyes still closed in pure and utter bliss. You didn’t protest when he tilted your head and stroked your neck.
For just a brief moment, he stopped touching you. Then, you felt something hard pressing against your parted lips. You didn’t care what you were, didn’t care that he was a player and would move on to the next girl after this. You didn’t even care that you were supposed to hate him. You wanted Billy and you wanted him now. His cock in your mouth seemed like a good place to start.
Moaning with relish, you closed your lips around his tip and sucked gently, testing the waters. You’d given a couple of blowjobs before but with him, you felt the odd need to impress with your skills. The results were almost immediate. Billy sucked in air audibly when you took him deeper, tongue darting forward to tease his slit. He pushed forward slightly—surprisingly patient, he let you take him inch by inch at your own pace until you rolled over to taste him properly.
You were done for the very moment you tasted a salty drop of precum on your tongue. Accompanied by another moan, you started bopping your head up and down, your left hand busying itself with his tight balls. You released him with a smacking noise, right hand covering what you could not take, and suckled on his tip like a popsicle before licking over the entire underside of his shaft.
“Fuck…” Billy threw his head back just when you opened your eyes. Pleased with his reaction, you repeated the motion and then took him in your mouth again, faster this time. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, thrusting forward now and slowly taking control. You let him. You let him fuck your mouth until your gag reflex hit and your eyes were watering and yet, when he pulled out of your mouth, leaving your lips swollen and tingling, you made a disappointed noise.
“Where?” was all he said. You bit your lower lip and nodded toward the desk. He didn’t need to elaborate on his question. You knew exactly what he meant and quite frankly, you were too far gone to back out now.
“Condom?” you breathed out as you slid off the treatment table and approached the desk naked, your limbs still trembling a little from your intense orgasm earlier.
“Yeah…” You figured he went to grab one from his bag stored away in the corner, always prepared for a quick fuck with a girl he’d wrapped around his finger for sport. As much as you attempted to force yourself to, you couldn’t complain about it. Not right now. Not when you were desperate for him to finally fuck you and get that remaining tension—the tension between the two of you—out of the way.
Billy didn’t disappoint. His blue eyes were dark with lust when he returned to you without his trunks and quite an impressive erection still glistening from your saliva under the thin latex of the condom. He flipped you around so your hips hit the edge of the desk and bent you forward, fingertips ghosting over your spine.
You shivered, your lips parting to beg him to put it in already when he knocked all air from your body. Billy sank himself into you with but one eager thrust, a groan escaping his lips in the process. He grabbed your hips tightly, holding you in place for him as he began to fuck you, withdrawing almost entirely only to plunge back in so forcefully your breathing became uneven.
Your hands reached for the opposite edge of the desk to hold on to something, your legs almost dangling in the air. On your tiptoes, you kept your arse lifted to meet his hungry strokes. Hunting his own pleasure now, you could all but let your eyes roll the back of your head. He was fucking you so good… Billy hit all the right spots inside you and his stamina… fuck, all of the other guys you had been with would have creamed their pants long before you could have brought your lips anywhere near their dick.
It felt good… it felt so good… oh god.
“You gonna come for me again, babe?”
You nodded and hummed in response, too dazed for a coherent answer, feeling yourself tightening around his hard cock right before you exploded a second time. Pleasure coursed through your body, filling you from head to toe.
Billy grunted. He fucked you through your climax relentlessly, stilled only moments later when his own release overwhelmed him and he emptied himself into the condom. Shit, for a second you wished you’d have asked him to fuck you raw just so you could feel him coating your walls with his seed. You whined when he withdrew. But there was always a next time. You’d make sure of it.
You were certain now that you didn’t actually hate Billy Hargrove. You had hated how much you had wanted him.
“I think I’ll need a… ‘massage’ after every training session from now on. Your lessons are so exhausting,” you said, panting.
Billy helped you turn around and stand up straight, naked bodies pressed against each other. He grinned, his lips ghosting over yours. “You know what, I think so too, doll.”
A/N: Check out my blog for more Imagines and my original novel(s)! ♥
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The beautiful banished god and the infamous crimson dragon
A gift for my friend YingAn
(Revised version of my silly thread fic from twitter)
I must clarify two things, one, I don't use to write, it is not my cup of tea :( and second, English is not my first language :D
Xie Lian was lost in the middle of nowhere, in what was probably one of the coldest winters he had ever experienced in his 800 years banished from heaven.
But how lucky could he be? Find an abandoned mansion? In the middle of the forest?
The mansion had a few collapsed walls, sharp claw marks on floors and walls, there was even an area of the mansion that appeared to have suffered a fire some time ago. But it was better than being cold outside.
He stayed there for only a few days, just until the weather will improve a little. One day exploring, he found a room (which seemed to be the main one), it had a huge hole in the ceiling, it also seemed that the beast that destroyed the mansion left marks of its claws in this room with more fury. But above of a little table, that was curiously intact, a beautiful ring shone. Xie Lian took it and examined it carefully, a precious little treasure that could help him get out of troubles. He could sell the little ring and get food and warmer robes. The same day, the weather improved and he began to pack his things. But his luck was never good. It seems that the beast that lived in this destroyed mansion had returned home, he hadn't gone even a few Li away from the property when he heard a roar.
Xie Lian didn't hesitate and ran as fast as he could. He had been wandering and exploring all over the place, it was very probably that he had left his scent everywhere and of course, nobody wants an intruder in their home. Right?
The beast was hunting him. There were good days when he could rest, sleep a bit or eat somenthing but there were days when the beast managed to found his trace and Xie Lian had to keep running, even one of those occasions he managed to see the beast, a red dragon. A formidable beast.
Xie Lian knows he can't defeat such a creature, much less now that his powers were sealed in cursed shackles. Also he can't ask for help or hide in a city. The common folk can't do nothing against a dragon. Moreover, who will help an outsider like him?
Xie Lian was alone in this situation.
And precisely, his “mortal” body begged for rest. Xie Lian couldn't keep running forever, he was hungry, the cold was merciless with his tired bones and sore limbs. It wasn't until he realized, that maybe this monster was after him for having "taken" something of it. He hung the ring on a branch so it will be visible for the beast, he whispered a soft "I'm sorry" and the poor Xie Lian just walked only a few steps before collapsing.
Finally, the beast found him. Completely at it's mercy. It took the ring in it's claws and with all delicacy, the dragon took Xie Lian's limp body in his jaws and flew across the sky, taking Xie Lian back to it's mansion. After all, the infamous crimson dragon, Hua Cheng, needs a wife to break his curse.
Only the person who is destinated for him, this brave, noble, and gracious special someone, will be able to see and touch his heart, the ring.
The end :D (or not?)
Bonus! RaccoonLian is defending his husband uwu
#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#mxtx#xie lian#hua cheng#hualian#hua cheng x xie lian#天官赐福#花怜#tgcf
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Act 4 Prologue (Azel Radwan)
Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.
At the same time, in Tanzanite--
The throne room located on the palace's top floor was filled with the joy and excitement of the people.
Amongst the clamor surrounding the night, the immense full moon enveloped the people as if protecting them.
Azel: "Silence."
With just one word from the deity atop the throne, the people immediately fell silent, looking up at the god with awe.
His mystical eyes, filled with stars that seemed to belong to the night sky rather than a human, scanned the people with compassion.
Azel: "The divinations have revealed your fate. Under the divine will, you need to formulate a policy as soon as possible."
Azel: "It's up to you whether you want to utilize or disregard the mercy of the gods. Just don't disappoint me, for the heavenly moon is always watching over you."
As the current deity rose, the people who seemed lost in a daydream all kneeled and bowed their heads simultaneously.
Among them was a man wearing a crown.
King of Tanzanite: "We've prepared a banquet for you. Please, do join us."
Azel: "I appreciate the offer, but with a God present, you may find it impossible to indulge in wine."
Azel: "I shall take my leave, so do not concern yourselves. Ah, and a farewell is unnecessary. I dislike unnecessary fuss."
Azel: "Well, then, have a good night. May the divine grace be upon all the people."
As the fervor waned, the natural tranquility of the night returned.
The deity, walking with resolute steps, suddenly halted when a woman, a dancer, blocked his path.
Woman: "Greetings, esteemed deity."
Azel: "I've just said that your concerns are unnecessary."
The woman held a variety of banquet dishes, their enticing aroma filling the hallway.
Woman: "I apologize for misunderstanding the divine will. However, I thought perhaps you might not attend the feast tonight."
Woman: "This is a modest offering from me. If you would be so kind, may I serve you?"
Azel: "I appreciate your dedication. However, it's unnecessary."
Azel: "I'm in a hurry, so could you please step aside?"
Woman: "Please don't say that. After the lengthy divination, I'm sure you must be hungry."
Azel: "No, it's fine."
A rumble suddenly came from his stomach, momentarily disrupting the sanctity.
Azel: "Anyway, it's okay. Leave me be and go to the feast."
Woman: "Please wait!"
The woman attempted to block his path again as he tried to move forward forcefully.
Azel: "Ah, these clueless folks who just don't get it, no matter what you tell them."
Unaware of his muttered words, the woman stumbled over his foot while trying to approach and fell to the floor along with the dishes.
He looked down at the scattered food and the groaning woman without even offering a hand.
Azel: "Poor thing."
Woman: "Esteemed deity?"
Azel: "I feel sorry for the food that was wasted."
Despite smiling gently, his mysterious eyes seemed completely unconcerned about the events that had taken place.
Azel: "Lick it up."
Woman: "Eh?"
Azel: "It would be a pity if the food went to waste, wouldn't it?"
Azel: "Look, this soup still looks edible."
Azel: "If you crawl like a dog and lick it up, it won't be wasted."
Woman: "What are you…?"
Azel: "Of course, I'm a kind god, so I won't force you to do anything."
Azel: "You're free to follow or defy God's will."
Woman: "........."
Her hesitation lasted only a moment.
She lowered her face to the floor and began licking the spilled soup with her tongue.
As she repeated this several times, something suddenly happened.
The woman's skin gradually flushed, emitting a scent suitable for the night, and her heated gaze met his impassive expression.
Azel: "So you really did slip in an aphrodisiac. Your fortune for today seems to be very unlucky, doesn't it?"
Azel: "Ah, no. Perhaps it's actually very fortunate."
Azel: "Since your beloved god didn't taste it."
Woman: "Please have mercy."
He turned his back, keeping his distance from the woman who reached out to him.
Azel: "Feel free to please yourself all you want. Well then, I'll take my leave."
Azel: "It's already past my working hours, and working overtime is just out of the question."
Woman: "I like you! I'd do anything for you!"
Woman: "Would it be a sin for me to love you?"
Azel: "Let me tell you one thing."
Azel: "Gods don't love people because love is worthless."
Azel: "If you are willing to give me a fortune equivalent to Prince Silvio's, then I might consider it."
Azel: "But if not, it's unpleasant to even have you in my sight."
Woman: "........."
Azel: "Since it looks like you're not getting what I'm saying, let me make it clear."
Azel: "It's time for you to disappear. Get out of my sight, slut."
Woman: "Eeek!"
As if it were all a dream, his face lost all compassion.
With a coldness rivaling that of the desert night, he stared at the woman as if she were a bug.
Azel: "Your feelings are neither love nor anything of the sort. It was just the prattle of a depraved slut drowning in filthy desires."
This time, there was no one to stop his stride.
The god laughed and smiled under the divine glow of the full moon, devoid of mercy or compassion.
Azel: "This nation under the protection of gods is still living in a happy dream."
Azel: "Even though the day when this eternal dream shatters is approaching, I wonder if I'll ever be able to laugh at it."
☆ Ikepri Masterlist
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I got curious about what happens to the royal families of defeated/conquered lands, and the answers are interesting because they varied from place to place, from time to time.
In Quora, I found this to be the best explanation:
What happens to the royal family of a defeated kingdom after being conquered by a foreign power?
It truly depends on circumstances, but there are four options:
Execution - used to be a common solution in the old days, but it is only effective when the royal family does not have large support of their own people and they would hail the execution as justice, or when the conqueror actually intends to preform a genocide. Otherwise it would be dangerous, because creating a martyr would spark resistance. So it is not common in more recent history.
Imprisonment - The royal family could be kept in relatively good conditions and treated well, this would show that the conquorer is both powerful and merciful. If things go south, the members of the family could still act as hostages (at least in old days). But dangerous if the resistance element is very strong, an imprisoned king is aslo a possible martyr or gives hope to the resistance that things could be restored.
Exile - Very common, sometimes for practical reason. The members of the royal family often managed to escape and the conqueror was unable to get to them. Exile was the only option then - the conqueror would then simply forbid them to ever come back. If the exiled royalty had no support or intention to fight on, this is a very good option, since the conquered people could be told their leaders abandoned them, otherwise could be a problem, as leading resistance from abroad is much easier then leading it from captivity.
Staying in power as leader of a puppet government - far best option if you want to truly control a foreign country. If any member of the family is inclined to do so, this can give legitimacy to the new regime and in fact most conquerors tried to do that. In many cases young heirs were first imprisoned, then befriended by their captors and eventually became their puppets.
[Source: https://www.quora.com/What-happens-to-the-royal-family-of-a-defeated-kingdom-after-being-conquered-by-a-foreign-power]
So MC, by this logic, should have been executed, since their family wasn't popular. Luceris wanted to use them as a possible weapon against Catalina, who is still missing in action, so he spared them.
However, the way he has gone about it is very risky. Once personal grievences are put aside, the image you look at is not great: the much older king of a country, for some reason, decided to take the only known-surviving child of a royal family he had slaughtered as his Consort.
Regular folks don't know what's going on behind the palace doors, so it just makes Luceris not just look like the pervert he isn't, but also unstable. I mean, what sane person would take a poor child as their spouse? Who knows what's happening to them? We the readers know the truth, but the people in-universe doesn't. You can't "Hah, brat is in the lap of luxury, I'm sure they are fine!" your way out of it, that's just not logical.
Luceris doesn't look merciful, he looks absolutely deranged. He is giving reason for rebellion within his own kingdom, against him in other kingdoms, and he gives power to Catalina and whoever is hiding her. No king's rule is flawless, Luceris cannot rule without stiffling something or someone, without hurting someone and giving them reason to want his head on a platter.
Related to that, there is also the concept of "Victor's justice":
Victor's justice is a term which is used in reference to a distorted application of justice to the defeated party by the victorious party after an armed conflict. Victor's justice generally involves the excessive or unjustified punishment of defeated parties and the light punishment of or clemency for offenses which have been committed by victors. Victors' justice can be used in reference to manifestations of a difference in rules which can amount to hypocrisy and revenge or retributive justice leading to injustice. Victors' justice may also refer to a misrepresentation of historical recording of the events and actions of the losing party throughout or preceding the conflict.
[Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor's_justice]
So the whole war started because of Catalina's assassination of Farah. Allegations without concrete evidence, but I digress. This situation should have ended when the royal family is killed, as the suspected source of Catalina's power: once Vesphire is conquered, with its noble class and extended family full of traitors, whoever has been hiding her would have given her up because she is essentially useless— betrayed by extended family, unpopular due to Farah, without power because her lands are gone. Luceris didn't need to do anything else.
However, Luceris failed when he succumbed to his feelings: he spared MC to use them, and by that, had given Catalina and her supporters reason not to come out and surrender. He is doing all this bad publicity by himself, why not bide their time? Having so much military power isn't the only way to win a war, after all.
Frankly, I don't think Luceris is that good of a king. You can treat your people "better" (a very subjective term) and still harm them and make them feel resentment toward you.
And technically speaking, his war didn't even have the desired result: he conquered Vesphire, sure, and killed almost the whole royal family, but his wife's murderer is still at large. There is still at least two survivors left (MC is not neutralized, no matter what Luceris deludes himself into believing. Whether you seek revenge or not, he is literally sitting next to a venomous snake that will either bite him on its own, or someone will come and poke them and make them bite him).
Not just that, but he spent so much money and led so many soldiers to early graves for no discernible reason. Normal people don't even benefit from his conquered lands— there isn't any economical benefit to it, except for nobles. He created so much bad blood between himself and other kingdoms he has bullied or taken advantage of into falling in a line.
Fascinating stuff, really. I firmly think Luceris fumbled really badly with Farah and Catalina and MC and Vesphire, and I can't wait to see him face the consequences (MC too, but Luceris more).
This is so cool of you like I can really tell you did your research! 🤭
I like how crazy Luceris is because he makes the worst choice in terms of consequences but I think his choices make sense in a twisted way when it comes from a place of rage and hurt. He's not rational like that, he lets his emotions get the best of him and we all suffer because of it. 💀💀
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Dire Circumstances
This post comes as a bit of a break from my current cruise storyline as it's been a special request from a friend of mine who is very much into werewolves, and has just had some very good news, so I promised I would push this ahead as a celebration.
There were 8 of you he fucked that night 9 or so months ago. 7 of your pack sisters and you. Only one pregnancy had taken – damn the poor genetics of Were creatures – so of course you were the centre of attention as the little gift he gave you grew inside. 41 weeks now of no shifting, being stuck in human form, watching your belly balloon out to this distended lump you can’t help but hold as another contraction wracks you from the inside.
You’re doing as tradition dictates – when it comes time to give birth you travel to the wilderness to become one with nature. You’re well aware of the process of giving birth - you’ve blended into human society for years as a midwife. You’ve seen – and helped – countless human babies into the world. But Were babies were different. Typically bigger for starters – though pregnancies for Were folk were so rare you had only seen 2 in your entire life.
Thankfully your species live a long time by human standards and have an innate ability to heal their wounds. But you still feel pain, and as the muscles cramping around your midsection finally relent you swear under your breath at the fact that Were creatures can’t use traditional human pain relief methods.
You’re the pack midwife but you’re joined by your mother on this journey as someone suitable to guide you through the trials of birthing. 2 of your pack sisters are along to provide support. And him. ‘Four-large-paws’ as he was christened by the pack many years ago – or his more traditional human name – Jack. This man was a hulking mass of a creature in both his human and wolf forms. Even transformed to a wolf as he is now, he was shoulder height with you. He certainly wore the dire wolf shape with pride.
He was our pack alpha. Our protector. Father of our spawn. Lets be honest - big wolf had a big dick which felt really good 9 months ago. Now his big baby had resulted in your monstrous bump sticking out in front, and the child you carried was wanting to get out and it fucking hurts.
You’d shed your clothes a long time ago. Even though you were outside in the breeze you were simply too hot. There’s a blanket on the floor you were resting on as you groan out loud both hands pressed tight into your belly as the next contraction picks up. They felt like they were on top of each other. The transition stage the humans called it. For humans it lasts a mercifully short time. You didn’t have the god of mercy on your side as you enter the second hour of non stop relentless muscle pain.
“How is she doing?” Jack asked, shifting from his wolf form to human, and as a result, as naked as you were. He’d just returned from another patrol on the outskirts of the camp, wanting to be actively doing something rather than sit and watch, feeling powerless.
“9 centimetres” replied your mother. “She’s almost there. I remember this stage with her. You want to give up but your body keeps constantly reminding you that you have a job to do.” You manage a nod in between your groans. It was a great honour to birth for the pack but why did it have to hurt so damned much.
You suddenly gasp as a splash of water escapes between your legs. Your waters had broken. Another step towards the end. The problem was that the cushion that the waters had once given you had also disappeared, and now you felt the baby within you grind relentlessly into your pelvis.
You have a moment of doubt wondering if your hips could even manage to birth this baby – you had an ultrasound last week which suggested it could be up to 12 pounds by human standards. Normally that would be cause for alarm and even suggestions that a natural birth would not be possible, but Werewolf babies were always born big and your species was able to cope, your hips separating, your ligaments loosening to accommodate the much larger infant within the birth canal.
You throw your head back and howl – as best as you could do with the vocal cords of a human, it was much easier as a wolf – as your hand reaches down between your legs, your fingers reaching in past wet folds of skin as you press into your vagina feeling for signs of the baby. You once felt the bag expanding out, thinking the baby was just behind it, but now you couldn’t feel anything.
You roll over and grunt as you push yourself up off the ground, the 3 other ladies jumping in to help you up. With their help you scramble to your feet between contractions and plod over to a tree, leaning against it as the next one picks up.
The liquids are still dripping slow drops from between your legs, so you stand with a wide stance, trying your hardest to keep it dropping on the floor rather than running down your leg and causing you an irritation – you had enough things going on to keep you annoyed with your body right now.
You breathe in deep, soothing breaths as you had told mothers to be countless times before and you couldn’t help but smile as you realize that whilst it's working a little, it feels like a whistle in a hurricane for the amount of difference it really makes to the pain you experience.
“Can I help pull it out?” Jack asked. He was certainly a good carer for the pack, but when he felt powerless, he reverted to type – overcoming something with physical power rather than logic.
“No child.” your mother responded. Normally the pack alpha would not be allowed to be responded to in such a submissive manner, but as your mother counted as a pack elder, she had more leeway than most – after all she had seen Jack grow from a pup herself before the death of the previous Alpha, where Jack had succeeded to leadership in a trial of combat amongst his peers. “A woman must face this trial alone. Mother Gaia would not permit the Were children to be cut out of their mother like the humans. The mother must bear the children as our ancestors did many generations ago.”
“Believe me, it fucking sucks!” you scream as you squat down lower using the tree for support as you let out an involuntary push.
“You’re close, push when your body tells you to” your mother jumps in, realising that you are close to losing all control and your body taking over.
“Never mind it telling me, it’s shouting at me” you gasp as you bear down again, fingers pressing tight into the bark of the tree, trying to do anything to help relieve some of the pain and frustration you were feeling.
The naked dire wolf turned human walked towards you and showing care and affection, he pressed his body against you, large hands covering yours on the tree. He took one and placed it on your belly, felling the muscles within tense and contract as you took the opportunity to yell in pain. His other hand held you up and kept you from buckling at the knees now that your bracing against the tree had been lost.
Oddly it helped you cope. You felt his grizzled bearded face press against your neck as you pressed your body back into his, his muscled frame providing you an anchor to focus on. Still the seemingly relentless pain ached your insides, and the scant moments of relief as you actively pushed seemed to provide less and less comfort as you felt yourself fill up inside, your labia bulging as the baby worked its way down your canal and rested just inside your opening.
You guided the hand that was enveloping yours from your belly down to between your legs, and you seperated your lips. You felt it then, skin within the fullness between your legs. You wrapped your whole hand around one of Jack’s fingers and pressed it into you so he could feel it too.
“Your… our baby” you gasped. You felt him hold you tighter.
His rough, calloused finger gave you an idea. You snaked your hips as best you could until it rested against your clit. The electric sensation as you felt him press against the engorged nub sent you shivering, but it helped take your mind off the sensations coursing through your body. He gladly picked up the pace, his finger pressing and jiggling the nub as you gasped – unsure if this was a by-product of the contraction or if he had managed to make you cum with only a few moments of attention.
The sensation was soon lost though as the need to push overcame you. You dug your feet into the ground and pressed your body back into Jack as if to provide a counter pressure to the downward force your body was exerting. The 2 wolf sisters who travelled with you almost shouted in unison “I can see it” as your lips finally parted by themselves and allowed the first glimpse of the baby you bring into the world.
“Good job my spark” you mother used her pet name for you to try and keep you motivated. Your pack name was “Thunder Shower Lightning” to signify that you were born in the middle of a terrible storm, your own mind thinking if your mother had it any worse than you giving birth in the middle of a rainstorm – at least the water would have been cooling you feel, as the heat of the exertion you are doing continues to fill your body.
5 more pushes happened, 3 contractions, you feeling like they were almost on top of each other with no time to rest before the next update was given from group watching you. “Thats not a head” shrieked one of the 2 Were sisters. You knew this of course. You were aware from the ultrasound you did on yourself that the baby was breech. It didn’t change anything, you still had to push it out. The baby, a son you knew, though you were forbidden from announcing it to the pack, was frank breech – he was essentially folded in half within your womb and this feet were up next to his head. You knew it was going to be tough and had been mentally trying to prepare yourself all week for the test your body was going to be put under.
“You knew?” your mother asked you. You manage a nod as you push once more. You squat down further – at least as much as Jack’s enormous frame will let you sink low – and scream.
The child is massive. Its buttocks and legs combined easily wider than the head. You felt a searing pain in your crotch. “She’s torn” one of the two Were sisters announced, blood evident now on the ground. Nothing for it now though, you’re stuck this way until you push the baby out, so you grit your teeth and scream through the pain. You hoped that the tear would at least allow for easier passage of the baby, but no such luck, you still had to push hard, almost as if the angle of the baby had his feet bracing itself against your insides.
The next push you feel the baby release further. “We have a boy” announced the other Were sister, the babys genitals exposed between his tucked-up legs. You’re certain that Jack held you tight all over again.
You tugged your arm forward screaming “let me go” as Jack released you and you fell forward onto your knees, yelling in pain as another push forced yet more of the baby out. You had birthed your son to his chest, and you felt exhaustion closing in with the amount of effort you needed.
“Shall I pull” Jack announced.
“No!” came a chorus from the 3 other women who were in the process of moving around.
You placed your hands on the floor and leaned forward to a hands and knees position as you pressed your butt down closer to the floor, opening the width between your legs trying to give as much room as possible for the combined width of the babys chest, shoulders and legs. With a triumphant scream the blood and vernix covered mass slipped out from between your legs, leaving you panting, gasping for air.
Jack reacted first from all 4 of the people in attendance and he held the body of his son reverently between your legs. Your mother was checking for the cord to ensure that there was no risk to the child. You continued to gasp, big heaving pants sending your breasts and belly quaking back and forth.
“Almost there” your mother advised you. That’s when you realised that you still had to birth the head. The part that traditionally takes the longest, the biggest stretch. Your body’s next contraction a reminder that there was also no way to prevent it from happening.
You had a moment of panic. None of the 4 birth attendants had ever dealt with a breech before. You were the only one who knew what to do. Your mother had only had 1 child – you – and you were born traditionally head first.
“Take the…” you managed to start the sentence before you were cut short by the scream of a contraction. “support the weight as I push” you finally gasped as you steeled yourself for the next contraction. The baby was lifted so he was perpendicular to it’s direction of movement, Jacks long fingers cradling the entire body.
“Someone get their fingers in and press my lips, give the head as much room to pass.” you managed. You felt smaller, more delicate fingers, no idea who's, slip into you and then searing pain as they stretched the tear further apart. You howled out loud, certain you were almost going to black out from the pain, but you held your breath and pushed with the contraction.
You held your breath and pushed. The pain made your head swim, but Jack’s voice rang out and pierced through the fog. “Here he comes, keep on going.”
The head pushing through your lips caused the tear to open further, blood free flowing down your legs, your voice caught in a silent scream, your throat raw due to the amount of yelling you had been doing. You feel the mass push through your legs. Each fraction of an inch was excruciating, but finally, with a sense of relief you didn’t think was possible, the head passed through your opening and into Jack’s hands, the umbilical cord pulsing as the baby takes its first breath, a shrill cry escaping its lungs.
Your wobbling arms couldn’t hold you up anymore as you planted face first into the ground, panting and sobbing. Your ass and crotch were poked in the air as your mother clamped and bit through the cord, symbolic of the cycle of nature.
You rolled over and stared at the group of 5 now, the size of the baby in Jack’s hands twice the size of any newborn you had ever seen birthed by a human. The tear between your legs was already starting to heal now it hadn’t been stretched in a few moments, the pain reducing to a dull ache. Jack passed the baby to you as he latched to your breast.
“We need to think of a name for our son.” Jack spoke. “Something to symbolise the day.”
You grinned. “There is no way I’m calling my firstborn Bloodsoaked Crotchripper.”
Jack looked crestfallen. “How did you know I was thinking that. OK a veto. I need to go back to the drawing board.”
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My thoughts on Spy x Family Chapter 83
Needless to say, my folks, huge manga spoilers ahead 🌹
Oh, boy, I was totally wrong! He he, but also, I got some things right!
No more guns, thanks, Lord! What was this wait? I was anxious, trying to keep my head off the upcoming update, and It was successful, I relaxed a little bit and BOOM, Sunday came, and I didn't even realize It was chapter's day, until I saw the notification on my smartphone and read it all in 10 seconds (have I mentioned I'm diagnosed with anxiety? No? Okay, yeah).
Now I'm trying to analyze a little bit of this week's chapter with you all while trying to stay sane till the next one, may Endo help us! So, I got a few hypotheses right! Actually, I believe only one 🤣
No revelations yet!
Which is something I'm really grateful for, even though we can not be sure if it will happen in the next chapters, I truly believe it won't. I feel like it's not the moment, the manga is at its peak (so is the anime) gaining a huge amount of notoriety and I don't Believe Endo would rush things, not right now. So I'm glad, I really feel revelations will make the story take a huge turn that we are not quite ready for it. There's so much to happen yet! What is the Garden? Which side is the organization it? What about Westalis? We know nothing. Spy x Family is a huge slow burn, and I'm all in for it.
CAN SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE? OH, WAIT, NO, NEVERMI-
Twillight is the one hurt, I'm surprised, truly. Yuri is quite a soldier, however, the hesitation present there was bigger than Twilight's ability, reflex and advantage (since he was the one pointing the gun first). My heart truly hurts for seeing him injured, I can't even explain. We've grown fond of our Spy, and It's not a nice feeling. At all
I know, I know he will be fine, he can't die or anything (haha, can he?😨) But still, it is making my heart hurts. In need for those "Yor takes care of Loid's wounds" fanfictions, please? Moving on.
See? Our Twilight is a smart guy. He senses his wavering. He knows it is there, but he doesn't understand why. He can't figure that by hurting (or killing) Yuri, he would deeply hurt Yor, and he would not do that. His unconscious is pretty clearly messing up with his conscious mind and decision-making. I doubt he will bring that up to the Handler, but it's possible, since they know each other very well. My guess is that Sylvia will just know. He won't even say a word and she will know.
Yeah, Yuri boy, I would totally be creeped out as well. His ability is outstanding and scary, even.
See? This guy had this major hypothesis (which is right?) figured in like, 5 seconds? He is so bright, Yor is proud as floof as she should. Yes, Yuri, he is someone close to you, someone observing you.
"But that doesn't matter now!" It will surely matter once you find out, but my guess is that he will keep that insight for himself, trying to figure it out on his own, but who knows? It will certainly be on his head, constantly.
Yuri's hair, I'm like 🤣 Our poor boy. Yes, Yuri, Twilight is tough, but so are you! What am I even saying? I don't have a side in this (kinda do). I want both of them not to be involved, never again fighting, for my heart's sake. They are both precious babies I want to keep them protected, but It's not up to us, right, Endo? Humpf...
Oh, well. GOOD THING he will live, Twilight, thank you for your unintentional totally intentional mercy.
I'm
Not okay. Look at his expression. I'm dying. I'm out of breath. Why is Endo like this? I mean, we are in a serious as floof situation, with conflict going on and you drew what? An expression like that which made me burst out laughing at 3 a.m? Dude.
He is a tough boy, I must admit.
Those expressions are killing me. And the worse, I don't know which one is which. That kick must have decreased the chances of a large family lineage for one of them, for sure 🍒 If you know what I mean.
Yuri on his fight mode is scary (not as much, but it is), just like his sister. I believe one of Endo's objectives is to make us scared of the Briar's brothers and damn, boy, yeah. I don't like that "I will kill everything on my way" expression.
This was such on point. I loved it, I mean, his floofing daughter is being raised by Yor, so I would consider it a huge plus. Besides, he is thinking of her consciously right now. It's not his unconscious, unknown feelings and thoughts. He is rationalizing and that's major.
Yeah, that resilience is not even NORMAL anymore. Mama Yor, can you pick me up? I'm scared 😨
Oh, well, okay, that's expected. Poor Yuri is going to be so hurt after this. I'm wondering if Yor will know about his or Twilight's injuries, she is not as bright as his brother, but she can think about it later, can't she? I wonder If Yuri will visit her while recovering. The tension in the air if Loid is also on this meeting. Damn. This was so much better than a revelation or a simply hurt Twilight. This growing tension makes things so much better (and torturing).
He is such a good brother.
And this expression right here is a Twilight on Twilight Conflicted Mode. Yeah, I just made that up, but he is clearly conflicted, may be in pain and not getting understanding a single thought coming from his mind. Only focused on getting out of there, leaving that behind.
Okay, from this part on I understood ✨ nothing ✨
My reasoning is not that nice and I should be sleeping right now, but I can't due to anxiety, so bear with me, please.
Yes, it did! WISE is the best, haha, wha-
Okay, she is also incredible smart, yada yada, I don't want to write about Fiona. Let's move on!
Damn, folks. Theories? My brain is jello. I can't even function due to the last of sleep, but here I am. Make sure to talk to me in the comments, I really appreciate it. Sorry for any misspelling or typos. Be sure to leave a beautiful kudo and talk to me about what you think will happen next!
I'm certainly less nervous about it, our last chapter was very open to where this one would go, and I'm glad of two things, mainly
No time skip! It started right where it was left.
Our boys are fine! Yuri will be fine. Thank you, Endo!
I miss our girls so much, and Bond boy! 😭
#PleaseEndo#GiveUsSomeHappyStuff#Chapter 83#Spy x Family#Yor#Twilight#Loid#Anya#Yor Forger#Bond Forger#Loid Forger#Anya Forger#LoidYor#TwiYor#SxF#Tatsuya Endo#Manga#Chapter Analysis#Loid and Yor#Loid x Yor#SxF Yor#SxF Twilight#SSS#WISE#The Garden#Shopkeeper#Ostania#Wheeler#The Mole
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Academy's Undercover Professor sort-of review?? Lol (Part 1) (because there's a photo limit apparently)
A few days ago, I binged another manhwa in two days. What do I have to say about Academy's Undercover Professor? MC IS SO DAMN HOT???? AND BADASS??? SIGN ME UP!
(Kind of out of context spoilers if you didn't read it and plan to? Like, just screenshots of MC? But I also comment them, so expect spoilers there lmao)
He's DAZZLING
Scary bastard
Low bun, yes sir 🫠 he's sad here, but he's so charming... hot damn
And his internal monologue is funny lmao
"Shounen protagonist," says the MC about a Harry Potter-esque character. Literally, the adventures of that trio really give me a Harry Potter vibe
I mean??
Look at that kid lmao dollar store Harry Potter at your service. Like, at this point, the similarities are funny to me
If I had a nickle for every time a fictional character borrows Moriarty’s name, fully knowing who James Moriarty is, I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice. Albeit, Klein only used the Moriarty part. The first name was stolen from Sherlock in his case
Even so, I bet Rudiger is not the first nor last character to do this. I fully endorse it heh. It's amusing to me
EPIC PANEL! SLAYYYYY (literally)
Professor Rudiger Chelsea, please have some mercy on us poor folk 😢 you're just too stylish
Yassss king! Be an underworld kingpin slayyyy <33
Majestic. Absolutely majestic man.
WAIT WHAT, 10 PHOTO LIMIT?? I HAVE MORE SCREENSHOTS, I'm making a part 2 lmao
ANYWAY, you get the idea. I am infatuated with this man. Nothing unusual.
Storywise, the twists and turns are really entertaining. I looked into the novel, if it was worth a read after LOTM. A lot of reviews aren't that kind, citing it is repetitive and cliché, but if it's done right, I enjoy that type of stuff. So I'm letting it marinate a bit, so it can have a good translation lmao
I adore smart, badass MCs, so this seems like my cup of tea. It's really interesting how we're 60 chapters in and we still don't know Rudiger's real name, only past fake identities. And those identities are impressive! He's like a jack of all trades, it keeps things interesting
Also, the fact that he needs to be cautious on multiple fronts really adds a bit of anxiety in the mix, it keeps me on my toes.
(His poker face is hilarious lmao)
INCOMING PART 2
#vertigone rambles#academy's undercover professor#rudiger chelsea#james moriarty#abraham van helsing#lmao his identies are such a scam#aup#i got a fake job at the academy#machiavelli#gerrard#i can't remember the other versions of his name#it's such a pain#anyway#different versions of his name! slay!
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something seems to have blown into the forest… specifically, into that of the ruins of a dead kingdom from a distant time long past…
into the debris of what was once a capital to scholars who wished to learn to cast enchantments… where now the shadows lurk and cast judgement upon those who venture.
how very unfortunate, for the poor lost soul to fall into the claws of such a vengeful poltergeist such as her… to have come to her domain…
well, at least it will be put to use instead of simply going to waste. Though, she likely does not have good intentions behind how she will plan to make use of it.
“It’s best to be weary of the ruler of Subcon, for she is far from a merciful guardian of these woods. She does not take kindly to those who stumble upon her territory, so do tread carefully... as it would be smart to choose to not face her wrath upon your path.“
(Quoted line from the “Subcon Rhyme”, a folk song which had popularized the stories of the Subcon Spirit.)
A malevolent being so filled with rage…
Where exactly did she ever come from? Who angered her so cause such pain and destruction? Was such a monster born or created? It seems that may be a secret lost to history now, the truth being kept to grave of those who dared enter…
“Many speculate on how the Subcon Specter had come to be… some think it’s the vengeful spirit of the kingdom’s queen, enacting vengeance to those who dare enter in order to protect the souls of her people, some theorize that it was an ancient demon that had been sealed for years up until the downfall of the kingdom, now being freed from it’s prison… though, what is fact and what is fiction is forever up for debate..”
(Quoted from an article made on an anonymous blog, which specializes on paranormal activity.)
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Haha, oops, been thinking about her lore again-
Will I do more cryptic writing stuff with her? While I can’t promise much, I definitely do wish to revisit the story I’ve cooked up for her, so.. maybe? If folks are still interested, that is-
#ahit au#a community in time#acit#matcher#snatcher#oc lore#art on tumblr#character art#artists on tumblr#oc art#digital artwork#art by me#ahit art#ahit the snatcher#ahit snatcher#snatcher ahit#a hat in time#ahit#ahit oc#a hat in time au#artwork#ahit subcon forest#the snatcher#a hat in time snatcher#clip studio art#ahit queen vanessa#subcon forest#lore#acit au#au lore
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Sam Gamgee's last adventure
Or, how Maglor was conned convinced to return to Valinor.
In the year 1482 (61 Fourth Age), after the death of his beloved wife Rosie, Samwise Gamgee entrusts the Red Book to his daughter Elanor and her descendands. After he left the Tower Hills, it is said that he made his way to the Grey Havens and was allowed to cross over to the Undying Lands.
But what if, on his way to the Grey Havens, Sam heard a faint, mournful song?
It doesn't quite match what he has felt since Mid-Year's Day - he is still a simple Hobbit at heart, he wouldn't dare presume, but... He recognises that feeling.
So, before he even realises it, his feet turn down a different path, following the music for days and days (he is not as spry as he used to be when he first set out with Master Frodo), until he reaches the sea shore, and sees a lonely Elf, singing his heartbreak to the sea.
There's something terribly wrong with this Elf, and not just because one of his hands is badly burnt. The deeds of which he sings are terrible, enough to freeze the blood in one's veins.
No one would blame Sam if he turned back the way he came, and left the (lonely, lonely, lonely) Elf to the fate he chose.
Before his Quest, Sam might have very well done so. None of his business, what call has he to meddle in the Fair Folk's business?
But that was years and years ago. Sam has a keen sense of justice (he wouldn't have been elected Mayor of Michel Delving seven times in a row otherwise), but he has also learned the value of mercy.
So, Sam grabs Maglor by his good arm and plays up "poor lost frail old Hobbit" for all that he is worth!
Fëanorian stubborness? Tsk. Have you tried managing an entire city worth of Hobbits? Yeah, thought so.
So, after much (much, much) arguing, Maglor agrees to put that stubborn little creature on the road to the Grey Havens, and that's it.
....yes, he does know where they are! And the reason why he hasn't left yet is none of the Hobbit's business!
All right, so he will take the stubborn old Hobbit to the Grey Havens, but no further!
Then, there is nobody waiting for the Hobbit and it appers that all boats left are Elf-sized, and.... Maglor has done a lot of things he is not proud of, but he is not, at heart, evil. (He was once considered the gentlest soul among Fëanor's sons). He can't leave this small, old Hobbit to drown, which is exactly what is going to happen if he insists on taking a boat alone.
The Hobbit, of course, insists.
So, fine! Maglor will help him sail, but only halfway to Valinor. He is not going all the way!
Sam, meanwhile, is laughing up his sleeve and patting Maglor's hand and addressing him as winyamo (Quenya for "youngster". Look, Maglor refused to give a name, he only has himself to blame. Besides, it reminds Sam of Mister Bilbo.)
Spoiler: Maglor does, indeed, end up going all the way to Valinor.
(with many thanks to @wings-of-indigo )
#the silmarillion#the lord of the rings#samwise gamgee#maglor#headcanon#I might actually have to write this...
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a field of flowers for the vigilant yaksha ft. xiao x gn! reader (they/them pronouns used)
synopsis: after so much time spent pursuing his duties and responsibilities, even he needs his rest and a field of multicoloured beauties just so happens to be the perfect form of it
quick note — more of a xiao centered piece so it's hardly considered an x reader :) it's implied in the end however so i'll still tag it as such!
WARNINGS: includes spoilers for xiao's backstory, very minimal mentions of blood (?) i think this is all that needs to be tagged but feel free to mention if ever i missed anything :)
eons and eons of suffering there he stands, once so pure and so clean but now blood is smeared on his hands. foes lay on the ground no longer breathing and moving, for the wrath brought down by this yaksha, it's enough to have someone beg endlessly for mercy.
for hundreds of years he has roamed to take life and bring forth death, and for the remaining there he is guarding his beautiful land.
no rest for the wicked, for they should all suffer. those who committ grave sins must be left alone just to wallow and wither.
in his most vulnerable moments where he can't help but scream at the pain. in the moments where his karma slowly makes him break. his strong and lean body seemingly fragile, littered with scars and bloodied. at his state, could someone really see him as the conqueror of demons, or just a poor little soul wishing to dance with the stars and sing tunes to a land afar?
he was once a weak little thing, forced to do things against his will by evil doers who wished for nothing more than damnation and greed. rex lapis had saved him, and he had become free. indebted, a contract had been made. to defend the lands of liyue till his last breath, to slice through opposers with polearm in tow till the very moment he no longer can.
in the present, yakshas and adepti can now be spotted among the common folk. liyue has changed over the many, many years. it is also to note that adepti are no longer tied to have to defend those unlike them, in the new age where humans are able to rule with no lord.
so now here he is, in a glorious space full of colorful and vibrant flowers. by then, he had started to think back to when he had last taken a moment to just breathe. the geo crystalflies flap their wings and illuminate the slowly darkening sky, their beautiful golden glow shining and showing the gleam of his similar colored eyes.
in a field of flowers, the lone yaksha finds rest. well deserved for a warrior who had fought thousands of battles.
for years he was bound by contract and a feeling of obligation to repay his lord. he had served non-stop, fighting and destroying evil almost every minute and dispersing it the next. how could one not get tired of doing the same thing every single day?
in this field he is not alone, a loving companion sitting with him to keep him company. he gets up on his feet and so do they- the companion, slowly moving around together with the gentle glow of golden crystalflies lighting up the space where they move in sync.
the night sky hangs high, the stars glimmer and shine up above. hearing the songs of the wind, they dance together and sing. with every step the binds that have shackled his poor heart slowly melt away, leaving nothing but molten iron in their wake
xiao- once a weak little soul, longing for nothing but freedom from pain and a life of peace. this field of flowers made just for him and the dance given to him by the one who cares for him most provides a sense of internal comfort that he knows he can only dream.
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omg first actual genshin writing after i've announced writing for it and it's not even a request i'm gonna cry i know it's not that much of a reader insert but i hope it's still satisfactory!! stay safe and healthy everyone :)!
— cerise
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The Straw, the Coal and the Bean
The Brother's Grimm are probably the most well known authors when it comes to vintage fairy tales. However, what a lot of people don't know is a lot of their stories are not originals. Not exactly. Many of their stories are reinterpretations or retellings of old folk stories THEY heard. Which is why stories like this one, retold by the Brother's Grimm but seems to remain mostly untouched by Christianization, I find especially interesting.
The story of The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean is meant to give some explanation as to why beans always have a little seam. The type of bean is not mentioned, and Old Illustrations show bean variations from Green Bean to Kidney bean to Lima bean and more. Kitchen Witchcraft correlates all general beans with: Family, Harmony, Protection, Reconciliation, Co-operation, Wisdom, Luck, Money, Divination, and Prosperity. Perhaps this Fairy Tale/Folktale can give some insight as to why.
In a village lived a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her hearth, and that it might burn the quicker, she lighted it with a handful of straw. When she was emptying the beans into the pan, one dropped without her seeing it, and lay on the ground beside a straw, and soon afterwards a burning coal from the fire leapt down to the two.
Then the straw began and said:
‘Dear friends, where do you come from?’
The coal replied:
‘I fortunately sprang out of the fire, and if I had not escaped by sheer force, my death would have been certain,—I should have been burnt to ashes.’
The bean said:
‘I too have escaped with a whole skin, but if the old woman had got me into the pan, I should have been made into broth without any mercy, like my comrades.’
‘And would a better fate have befallen me?’ said the straw. ‘The old woman has destroyed all my brothers and sisters in fire and smoke; she seized sixty of them at once, and took their lives. I luckily slipped through her fingers.’
‘But what are we to do now?’ said the coal.
‘I think,’ answered the bean, ‘that as we have so fortunately escaped death, we should keep together as good friends, and because a new trouble might find us here, we should go away together to a foreign country.’
The idea pleased the two others, and they set out on their way together. Soon, however, they came to a little brook, and as there was no bridge or foot-plank, they did not know how they were to get over it.
The straw hit on a good idea, and said:
‘I will lay myself straight across, and then you can walk over on me as on a bridge.’
The straw therefore stretched itself from one bank to the other, and the coal, who was brave, but still glowing from the fire, tripped quite boldly on to the newly-built bridge. But when she had reached the middle, and heard the water rushing beneath her, she was after all, afraid, and stood still, and ventured no farther.
The straw, however, began to burn, broke in two pieces, and fell into the stream. The coal slipped after her, hissed when she got into the water, and breathed her last.
The bean, who had prudently stayed behind on the shore, could not but laugh at the event, was unable to stop, and laughed so heartily that she burst.
It would have been all over with her, likewise, if, by good fortune, a tailor who was travelling in search of work, had not sat down to rest by the brook. As he had a compassionate heart he pulled out his needle and thread, and sewed her together. The bean thanked him most prettily, but as the tailor used black thread, all beans since then have a black seam.
#Brothers Grimm#Fairytale#Folktale#Food and folklore#Kitchen Witch#Kitchen Witchcraft#beans#the straw#the coal#Klickwitch#witch#witchcraft#october
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go tell it on the mountain (1953)
feel free to change as needed.
you're a very bright boy.
you hungry, little sleepyhead?
don't let [name] bother you.
you don't know how lucky you are.
be careful.
nobody can play the fool with you all morning.
well, i declare.
you're going to do it, too, before you set foot out of this house.
the oftener you come here, the more we'll adore you.
listen. god is talking.
you know you're [name]'s right-hand man?
take this, son, and go out and get yourself anything you want.
counting on you.
the lord will reveal to you in his own good time everything he wants you to know.
you can kiss my arse.
go on, girl.
don't you know you're needed here, in this home?
this is going to hurt.
you aren’t going to be starting any of that mess this evening.
for once you could keep from putting your mouth in my business.
it isn't my fault that you were born a fool, and always been a fool.
you'd try the patience of job.
i don't want you coming in here and using that language.
it's just the mercy of god that you didn't lose your eye.
i've been telling you, now you see.
i do wonder what goes on in your head.
you were born wild and you're going to die wild.
you better learn how to talk to old folks.
i didn't hurt you, did i?
bet you think about girls, don't you.
you think about what i said.
i sure hate to walk in a church where folks are just sitting and talking.
you can't go. you can't go. you can't go and leave me this way.
if you ever see me again, i won't be wearing rags.
baby, i wasn't doing a thing in the world but trying to help you out.
honey, i'll clean it.
i thought it'd be a nice surprise.
let me alone. i want to go to sleep.
you stink of whiskey.
god's got your number, knows where you live.
death's got a warrant out for you.
i don't know what i'd do without you.
god bless you for your pure heart.
sit where i can see you.
i don't think it's right to talk evil about anybody.
if i got to look to you for an example, you ought to be an example.
no need to get all worked up and spoil our little gathering.
i don't know, but i'll try.
i didn't think i'd leave till you got back.
i'm going to have a baby.
don't talk like you haven't any good sense.
and who do you think is going to believe you?
i can't marry you, you know that.
i want to go somewhere and get my mind straight.
i made a mistake and i'm paying for it.
some things aren't forgotten in a hurry.
i don't feel better and i don't feel worse.
you've got an evil mind.
my mother's dead.
you like picnics?
you're not going away, are you?
i didn't think you ever looked at me.
what are you going to do today, little bit?
how come you got to be so smart?
you look like a girl a man could rob a store for.
the man at the station-house wants to ask you some questions.
next time you feel like that, come and talk to me.
so long, baby. be good.
you must be tired.
i don't care how many times you change your ways, what's in you is in you.
you've got time, honey, so take your time.
you poor thing. you've had some hard times, haven't you?
you're my little moral compass.
hush now. hush now.
don't you say a word about being sorry.
i'm going into the kitchen and fixing us something cold to drink.
try not to fret, darling.
i'll love you until the day god calls me home.
i hate you.
the grave looked so sad and lonesome.
it came from your mouth. i want to see you live it.
don't you get weary, and don't you get scared.
you're a happy woman, this morning.
we were all praying for you and thinking of you, little brother.
it's uphill all the way.
you aren't so big i can't turn you over my knee.
take off those wet clothes. we don't want you catching a cold.
i'm ready. i'm coming. i'm on my way.
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Major Gods of Plantagenet and Byllapeze
There are many gods in both the kingdom of Plantagenet and the various city-states of Byllapeze, along with many miscellaneous spirits, daimones, ghosts, fair folk, and so forth. However, there are a handful of gods that are widely recognized and can be identified even by those who are not native to the area.
Plantagenet
Herne the Hunter
Herne is the ghostly, antlered god-hunter leader of the Wild Hunt. He rides an equally-ghostly horse. He claims domain over the forests of Plantagenet, namely the Conrose Forest that takes up most of Plantagenet. He is a patron of the hunt and is also used as a way to warn children away from wandering into the forest. If you see his Wild Hunt, avert your eyes and hope he doesn't see you, or else you will be forced to join it for a full three days.
Lubber Hob
Lubber Hob is a fractured household god of the hearth, who claims domain over the home. It appears in every home as a small, hairy man with a tail, much like a small hobgoblin (of which it is the patron). It is made of the whole knowledge all of his fractured selves have gained.
It performs odd housework in exchange for a place in the home and the occasional saucer of milk, but only works when the family is asleep so they don't see it. It's mischievous and fond of practical jokes and slapstick routines. Legend has that it was born to a witch and a demon, though modern witches and academics alike enjoy arguing over this legend.
Marianne the Threefold
Marianne is the three-aspected god of change and history who claims domain over civilization, especially the kingdom's capital, Goldmere. She can appear as one woman, three women, or one three-faced woman, and is a protectress of humans. Her church (also based in Goldmere) bears three clergyfolk at the highest ranks, one for each of her faces, and she's been known to appear to lost travelers to direct them back to civilization.
Her first face is Meiri the Mother, patron of families and lovers. Her second face is Marie the Shield, patron of warriors and guards. Her third face is Merry the Witch, patron of magic and study.
Robin the Widower
Robin is the trickster god of empathy and equity. They appear as an implike being, is often small, and carries a bow and arrows. They claim domain over the grasslands and hills between Herne's forests and Marianne's towns and cities. They are the protector of the poor and meek, makes sure everyone gets what they need, and is a beloved household god alongside Lubber Hob in hamlets and smaller towns. Their primary myth relates to the loss of their partner from something preventable, which fuelled their desire to make sure no one else felt that loss and led to their cementing in the Plantagenet pantheon as a god.
Byllapeze
Agoraios the Traveler
Agoraios is the winged god of commerce and agriculture, patron of the city-state Katestias and its connected town of Phaistia. She appears as a winged female human surrounded by feathers who carries a herald's wand or cornucopia. She is depicted on the coins of all city-states in Byllapeze and the herms along the roads between them. She's prayed to for wealth, patronage to shops, safe travel, and agricultural health.
Epidotes the Merciful
Epidotes is the household god of defense and purification. He is the patron of no city-state but is beloved in all. He appears as a sleepy human with an aura that causes others around him to become calm. He carries a bucket or vase of water, which he uses to wash away the spiritual stains of mortals.
Gaiekhos the Wild
Gaiekhos is the eternally youthful hunting god of nature and the world, the patron of wild places. Their gender presentation is fluid depending on the genders of those around them, and they're always surrounded by animals and hunters. They notably do not appear often in myths.
Kataibates the Storm-Tosser
Kataibates is the ever-shifting god of weather, natural disaster, and sailing, along with being the patron of the port city-state of Eberkaum. He appears as a man surrounded by rain clouds or ocean waves, and she is prayed to to avert natural disaster and sailing accidents. Their mood is often temperamental and mercurial. He has domain over water, wind, lightning, and fire.
Her primary myth involves Agoraios calming them down after a mortal slighted him, so the two are often depicted together.
Lamia the Bereaved
Lamia is the serpentine goddess of mourning and love, patron of the controversial city-state Halegea. She is depicted as a female human with varying serpentine qualities - sometimes lower body, sometimes entire body, sometimes face, and so on. She blesses relationships, marriages, and families, and helps with mourning the loss of a loved one.
Her myths involve the loss of her children thanks to Phobona, along with her taking care of a mortal royal child afterwards to cope but failing to turn the royal child immortal by fire (instead just making the child into a great hero).
Phobona the Terrifying
Phobona is the horrific goddess of fear and monsters, who is the patron of no cities but claims domain over monsters instead. She is depicted as an ambiguous figure surrounded by star-studded darkness like a cloak. She's primarily prayed against to keep her at bay.
She often appears in mythology as an enemy figure, such as causing the loss of Lamia's children.
Soteira the Savior
Soteira is the ever-shifting goddess of protection and hospitality, patron of the city-state of Aytox and its connected town of Telos. She appears as a soldier bearing a spear and shield, but otherwise her appearances are never consistent.
The reason for this is that she often tests mortals to ensure they're following the laws of hospitality - being a good host, not murdering your guests, providing food and a roof over someone's head, and so on.
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And you know, I had another thought. It's a probably completely unrelated and wrong but as a nerd who knows a ton of random shit for no reason, I figured it might be fun to bring up.
So Quincy Morris knows what a vampire (or rather, a really hungry and murderous vampire bat) is and what they're capable of, thanks to the loss of his poor horse. But I can't help but wonder if there's another place where he could have heard the term 'vampire' in the context of humans dying.
The New England Vampire Panic, perhaps?
For those who don't know, the New England Vampire Panic (referred to here forth as the NEVP) was a mass hysteria reaction to a tuberculosis outbreak in New England in the 19th century. Before people knew what caused TB, one of the thoughts was that, because it could affect whole families, where people would gradually lose their health (in a manner not dissimilar to Lucy), that a deceased member of the family who'd died of TB was draining the life out of the rest of the family. Like a vampire.
We know now that TB is a bacterial disease and the reason it could infect a whole family was that it was highly communicable. One person gets it, the people taking care of them could easily get it, and so on. But the cause of TB wasn't discovered until much later in the 19th century, and during a time when the germ theory of disease was only just starting to take hold, and superstition and odd folk remedies still reigned (at least in parts), a dead family member draining the life out of others, while superstitious, didn't seem like the wild out there idea it does now.
Well, perhaps it did, because contemporary reaction to the NEVP was less 'oh shit vampires are loose in New England' and more 'hahaha look at these backwater superstitious fools, they think vampires are killing them.' This was probably do to the... creative methods used to deal with a 'vampire'. Turn the body over, remove and burn organs, make infected family members breathe smoke from the burning organs, eat the ashes of the burning organs...yeah. Needless to say, none of that worked, and was viewed at the time as being based in old superstitions and folk remedies.
Either way, the NEVP was in the papers, the term vampire was used, and perhaps our friend Mr. Morris read about it in the papers, this strange wasting illness believed to be caused by a supernatural force. And combine that with his one anecdote about the bat and the horse...perhaps he had a better idea of what was happening to Lucy as a result.
Or it could just be that he saw his horse drained of life. But I like to think it's a combination of the two, if only because it gives him the term 'vampire' as applied to people, and Lucy's symptoms do mirror those discribed in articles about the panic.
Either way, y'all should read about the NEVP, and its most famous incident, the Mercy Brown case, which occured in 1892. Dracula was published in 1897…so it'd be interesting if Stoker knew about these incidents and drew inspiration from them as well.
#dracula daily#dracula#I'm honestly not sure where I was going with this#I just wanted to talk about the new england vampire panic#and how funny it would be if Quincy read about it in the papers#just to go and live through it with Lucy#new england vampire panic#history is wild#also not all folk remedies are odd or way off the mark like this#don't feed tb hearts to your family kids#especially if you don't want them to get tb
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