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sugar-and-pearls · 7 months

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"It has been said before that the second Princess Helaena was fond of Lady in waiting. The two were neigh inseparable since girlhood, often found side by side. The list of companion jewellery the two shared are near countless and though Princess Helaena avoided touch from all others she was often seen to link arms with Lady Megette.

A portrait, commission by their husband Jacaerys Velaryon, shows us their normal life. Reportedly a sacred place for Megette, it was customary when in the red keep to find them in the Godswood, under the Weirwood. It depicts the first four children born from their marriage;

Gaemon was the first and only one born to Lady Megette at this time. Nicknamed "Palehair" for his striking white hair, it was said that he had inherited the snow white hair of his Valyrian ancestors. Like his father before him, rumours of bastardry spread among court, stating neither Prince Aemond or Prince Aegon as the boy's father. When told of this, it is reported that all Lady Megette could do was laugh. "I wouldn't like lie with Aemond if he was the last man on earth," Next born were the twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, birthed from the Princess Helaena. Born in the same year as their half brother, no one questioned the parentage of these children, the greens readily proclaimed at court. Like with their brother, a dragon's egg was placed in each child's cradle, and two hatchlings soon came forth. Yet all was not well with these new twins. When born Jaehaera was tiny and she was slow to grow. She did not cry, she did not smile, nor did none of the things that a babe was meant to do. Her twin brother Jaehaerys, whilst larger and more robust, was also less perfect than was expected of a Targaryen princeling, boasting six fingers on his left hand, and six toes upon each foot. Last was the little Prince Maelor, also born from Princess Helaena. It is known that the little prince admired both his elder brothers and soon as he could walk, he began following Gaemon and Jaehaerys around everywhere he went. When not following his brothers, Maelor could often be found with his mother and stepmother, a finely crafted toy beetle in hand as the two woman spoke among themselves. Only time would tell of the great deeds and events these Targaryens would have a hand in and the way fates would twine them in. But for now, they are but children, running around in a Godswoods playing at being dragons.

-An excerpt from 'Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros' by Archmaester Gyldayn

Art was done by the fabulous @viviartsy. They were very kind to me when I couldn't decide what I wanted to commission and talked me through my ideas. I know this was a difficult challenge for her and I am so grateful that she decided to take this on. I would highly recommend checking out her stuff if you are interested, her na'vi art is the die for.

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lucaswarmhotchocolate · 1 month

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Harry Potter can cook. tbh. He deserves it. Also I headcanon that voldemort has made it so he does not need to sleep or eat much in order to thrive, physically and mentally, but he still eats anything Harry cooks and offers to him. A love language, of sorts.

#harrymort #harry potter #voldemort #words aren't wording but hopefully this makes some sense #i just wanna write a fic abt harry cooking a lot and fill it with all my favorite recipes and project onto that boy!!!#and also voldemort doing things that he does not need to do simply because he enjoys them is nice to explore #like he doesn't need to produce an offspring or an heir but he still enjoys sex with harry #he doesn't need to sleep but he still takes naps with harry #he doesn't need to eat but he still eats with harry #do you see the vision #hedonism but /pos

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pen-of-roses · 7 months

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Longing

(TW: Implied suicidal ideation, potential self-harm, blood, references to death and being buried alive. It's a kinda heavy one)

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, I present Conor having angst:

This was not the type of place he ever lingered, if he had ever even visited. The very ground itself forbidden to him and him alone.

That was perhaps, not the truth, given that others, though few, shared his condition similarly enough, and it wasn’t as though it burned his very skin. But it took hold of something in his chest, wrapping it’s dark painful claws around that thing, and threatened to rip and tear until there was nothing left. And he had such little will to stop it.

That grip was not pity, nor grief. At least not for them.

It was not forbidden in the sense he could not touch it, because oh, had he so many times before. But he could not keep it, and it refused to keep him.

He was frozen, staring out over the rows and rows and rows of field and grass. Stones, statues, and simple markers some could only just afford stared back at him. Taunted him.

We offer rest. We offer peace. We hold memories and proof that they were loved and someone cared enough to place us here.

His fingers dug into cold, smooth stone, sapping away his blood’s warmth only slightly, until it cut and brought it hot to the surface.

You still bleed, and you still live. And you will forever.

Perhaps he should be grateful for them. They were, after all, evidence that the dead were not immediately burned or discarded or carved up or worse, sent to the waves, here. As such, he would only have to dig through the dirt to freedom if something went wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time. Though those were often unmarked.

A group huddled around one now, a gaping dark hole in the otherwise well cared for ground. Or so he could imagine without being able to see through the bodies this far away, though not far enough for their cries to die in the wind before him.

Mourners.

On some shards people were assigned to if no one was there for the dead.

This groups’ grief was loud with many voices though, pressed tight together.

His teeth ground together and his jaw ached.

Lucky.

Perhaps he did have one out there somewhere. Perhaps someone who had seen him fall or heard somehow, but couldn’t find a body, added his name to one of the simple wooden stakes. Perhaps it was enough that they shed a single tear over it too. Perhaps they had even given him a last name.

But if anyone had, it would have been long lost to time.

Like he should’ve been.

If anyone had, it was a pointless gesture anyway. Proof they hadn’t known him long enough to understand. And all that would be left to show for it was a meaningless empty grave for one who could never fill it.

#writeblr #writing #excerpt #amwriting #tw: blood #tw: suicidal ideation #kinda implied #tw: potential self harm #potentially depending on how you view an action #conor #immortality against his will #not just hedonism and murder #also sad and lonely #this one's kinda heavy ya'll #i suppose i should technically tag this #duskend wip #but conor is also just conor so

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it-happened-once-in-a-meme · 9 months

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Incorrect The Picture of Dorian Gray Quote

Some random person: Do you gentlemen have any personal philosophical beliefs?

Dorian Gray: Screw around and find out.

Henry Wotton: Hedonism.

Basil Hallward: Existentialcrisis-ism.

Henry: That's not how you-you know what, I change mine to existential criticism.

Source: Me, I'm so proud 😭

#existential criticism #=very important advice #incorrect quotes #incorrect the picture of dorian gray quotes #the picture of dorian gray #dorian gray #henry wotton #basil hallward #dorian gray incorrect quotes #henry wotton incorrect quotes #basil hallward incorrect quotes #funny #meme #my writing #philosophy #philosophical tendencies #existentialism #philosophy joke #hedonism

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revearfoly · 8 months

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Let me pretend the world is funny and forever;

I’m just glad i feel, i exist, i am able to experience life.

#poetry #spilled poetry #poem #dark academia #hedonic #romantic #aesthetic #literature #quotes #spilled thoughts #spilled writing

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kangofu-cb · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Marvel 616, DCU (Comics), Avengers (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Edgeplay, Under-negotiated Kink, Overstimulation, Crymaxing, Dom!Jason, willing participant Bucky, not really subby enough Clint, but they work him up to it, Multiple Orgasms, Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Spitroasting, Rimming, Bondage, look there's a lot going on here okay, I think I hit the highlights Summary:

“You said anything I wanted,” Jason reminded him, “and now I’ve got several very good hours of your undivided attention to work with.”

Clint swallowed convulsively, but then his chin came up. “Bring it,” he taunted.

“Shouldn’ta said that,” Bucky muttered, loud enough for all of them to hear.

Jason raised one eyebrow.

“Actually –” Clint started, but Jason raised the other eyebrow expectantly and his jaw snapped shut.

“No apology?” Jason asked.

Clint’s mouth stayed stubbornly shut.

“No ‘I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have kidnapped you’?”

“I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have kidnapped you,” Clint said, slightly petulant.

“Hmm.” Jason pretended to think about it. “What about Bucky? No ‘I’m sorry, honey, I shouldn’t have hit you with my car’?”

“I’m sorry, honey, I shouldn’t have hit you with my car,” Clint parrotted flatly.

The plotless, sexy follow-up to Clara's WHH October ficlet.

#cb writes #winterhawkhood #clint/jason/bucky #this is abject filth #just unapologetic hedonism #please read the tags

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hail-omadius · 1 year

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Me trying to explain to my vaguely religious mother that Dionysus and Jesus may actually be two aspects of the same diety

#Dionysus #hellenism #paganism #Local man looks after the sick and immigrants and protects minorities #Is raised from the dead and has a father who rules the skies #Blood. Wine. Vices or sin as they call it #Dionysus existed before christ and before greece #I have a lot of very specific and detailed feelings about my spirituality #Jesus is a flawed diety as all others are he was just as much off his rocker as the lord of parties themselves in this essay I will #people only view dionysus as the hedonism god who doesn’t care about your liver it couldn’t be further from the truth #do you really think a diety of wine would encourage its abuse get the fuck outta heeeeeere #Duality is also big in pagan deities #Embodying the suffering itself and freedom from the suffering works just fine #‘’But OP he tells people to worship the one true god’’ which one. go on tell me #also can man not lie when writing things down?#the bible is in several languages it was a historical document collab #you could also see the one true god as a god that embodies all other gods #an unnamed force all gods came from #he also spoke in parables constantly and the old testament was literally a bunch of metaphors to teach lessons barely any of it was-#-actually real #saying jesus was a pantheon god is probably the least popular thing i’ve said #may make many people mad #but jesus loves these kinds of people he knows that the ones who know him will be shunned by the majority #which is why i don’t abide by organised religions worshipping jesus #often it’s a malformed and terrifyingly bastardised version

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ayla-elle · 5 months

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sugar-and-pearls · 7 months

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Come and be welcome to my chicken legged home. I'm Hedone but you can call me River if you so pleas.

I am a Scottish goth who is in her early twenties and is in love with stories and her F/OS. Think of me as your friendly and strangely whimsical hobbit like mutual. I don’t mind sharing and if we do please drop on by. I love meeting new people so don’t be afraid to drop a little ask in the letterbox, or to submit something if you wish. My F/O list here, my list of my S/i’s here and am always free to do some art trades. I like and follow from my main blog @hedone26.

So, with that said,

~Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again ~

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mashmouths · 10 months

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they should invent a my brain that can complete assignments

#please for the lovw of god i am halfway through writing a discussion post and i'm trying so hard to be brave about it :(#had a month and a half off from school and i forgot how bad i am corralling myself into school mode. where's the post about i know the bitch #in charge and they're a pushover who lovws hedonism bc that's maybe the realest post ever made #the bars are see through so why would i stay behind them and respect them and believe in them. besides the pressure. gah.#on a happier note i might be meeting with a new gp so i can ask for a referral to maybe get diagnosed so! a girl can dream of medication <3 #a post

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meerawrites · 11 months

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Meme Monday

Tagged by: @writinglittlebeasts - thank you 💞

Tagging: @covenofthearticulate, @amc-iwtv, @gaz042, @mjjune, @medievalfantasyqueen, @lesbian-scully, @musicboxmemories, @flower-crowned-lady, @queerstion & @kaiarchives (No pressure if you don’t want to!)

The gist: share memes relating to your wip, for purposes all writing is writing, I’m just using my wip novel (editing in a month) in this case.

Filing memes for ghosts x hedonism.

With no context.

Minimal context rather… playlist.

Bonuses.

Me @ the source material and Wilde from the grave:

Me, once I finish this (kinda):

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ivansergeyevichturgenev · 10 months

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this was posted in my town's 20 something facebook group 😭😭

#laughing at people my age are cringe and only interested in hedonism #like i get it but writing that somehow makes you seem...more unpleasant

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ms-all-sunday · 3 months

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luffy is kind of inherently erotic in the sense he knows how to push at people where they need pushing in a way that they just kind of have to adapt to. that is why i try to grasp at when writing him in the context of fanfiction.

#modposts #he does make mistakes with this. all the time.#but the only mistakes he makes is pushing too hard. not pushing too little #hedonism monkey #like if his dopamine doesnt come immediately by interacting with something in some way #im writing a lot of luffy #he doesnt exercise restraint very often

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betweenthetimeandsound · 1 year

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--prompt from @demawrites

"You always come to the parties, to pluck the feathers off all the birds" --"The Party and the Afterparty", The Weeknd

Inside this little house, fragments of memories linger. How people would dress up in glittering dresses and slinky suits, only to discard them to the rats at the first opportunity when the temperature rises too high and blisters make dancing a burden, rather than a joy of the night. Why wouldn't it be fun to unveil your clothes like a flag and unfurl your wings?

A moth comes through the window, noting the bright lights and the twinkling dresses which makes up this place. It knows only of wandering, to get that little moment of joy when it finds it. And you mesmerize at your own insignificance, everything makes sense.

What happens when people don't value you for all the potential in the world? You're just a broken lightbulb, shattered on the floor, only a target for the drunken lovers who want some for of salvage?

Under every glass of champagne, are the ruins of a dissolved pearl. You destroy what is beautiful to give yourself life, and pay for it with your eyes. --Elda Mengisto

#flash fiction #my writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #the party and the after party #loneliness #hedonism #writeblrcafe #writing inspired by music

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doubtingthomasin · 2 years

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kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 14: nipple play word count: 1.2k

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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Chrissy sits curled into Eddie's side on the couch, watching as he fast-forwards through the trailers for movies that came out years ago.

"I still can't believe you've never seen Carrie," he marvels just as something occurs to him. "Oh, this first part is–"

"Nononono," she rushes, waving her hands at him. "Don't tell me anything, Eddie."

"I won't, it's just that the opener's–"

"Nothing! Not a thing! Whatever it is, I can handle it, I'm a big girl."

He has to stop fast-forwarding, trying not to laugh as it starts playing. "Okay," he sings, smirking at her insistence and the shock she's about to get.

Chrissy settles into him again, watching as the scene opens on what looks to be a foggy locker room. She’s excited, having heard whispers about this movie for years but never specifics. Any time someone would talk about it, they'd stop when they noticed her nearby. Oh, sorry, Chrissy. Wouldn't wanna corrupt you, sweetie. Well, fuck them, she thinks. She'll find out for herself.

On the other hand, Eddie has no qualms when it comes to corrupting her, since he's been doing just that for the past few months anyway. So he watches her, waiting as she leans forward, squinting a little. And it's just as entertaining as he was hoping for, her eyes popping open wide when she realizes she's looking at women's bare breasts.

"Oh!" she yelps as she instinctively covers her eyes, a scandalized blush blooming on her cheeks. Eddie instantly loses it, cackling evilly and slapping his knee.

After the initial shock's worn off, she shoves him in the side and he falls over to the couch, dramatically wiping at his dry eyes. "Hey, I–I tried to warn you!"

"I know, I know," Chrissy groans, timidly removing her hands. The opening credits are still playing out, but his laughter makes her feel like she has something to prove. She stares and it reminds her of the locker room at school, except most of the girls usually try to avoid complete exposure, herself included.

There were some through the years, however, who'd parade around in next to nothing. Chrissy would try not to gawk at them, but there was just something about the way their breasts bounced as they walked. She told herself it was just curiosity, and she did unavoidably compare her own body to theirs sometimes…but not always.

"Uh, Chrissy?"

She jumps, giving Eddie a slightly fearful look as if she’s been caught doing something bad. “Sorry.”

“You’re doing it again,” he says gently, leaning toward her. “You don’t have to apologize to me.” He strokes her cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling that she’s a little warmer than she was. He pauses the movie, glancing briefly at the TV then back to her, the gears in his head clicking in place. “D’you like what you see?”

She knows Eddie’s bisexual and they’ve talked about it, so she feels safe enough to nod, but the shame instilled in her from a young age has her looking down at her fidgeting hands. He rubs a hand over her cheek, rounding down his shoulders to look her in the eye. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

She gives him a grateful smile, rubbing her hand over his before he continues. “You’re kind of lucky, y’know?” Her brow furrows in question. “You get to see a nice pair any time you’re naked in front of a mirror.”

She sputters doubtfully at that, shaking her head. “Please. There’s nothing there.”

And his heart breaks a little, wondering if her mother had fucked up that part of her body image, too. Yet he knows it could just as easily be all the magazines she reads with all their conformist bullshit, touting women who fit a certain ideal, cookie-cutter stereotype. Hell, it’s in his own skin mags, too. But he knows words won’t do the trick. It’s best if he shows her how wrong she is instead.

“What, really?” He’s already leaning into her with feigned confusion, crowding her so she has to lean back. “I…swear I saw them just a few days ago. Did you do something with them?”

“Eddie,” she giggles, catching on to the joke as her back hits the seat cushion and his lips meet hers. He kisses her deeply, his hands sliding up her sides, fingers grazing along the skin on her waist.

“I know I could find them for you if you’ll let me.” He croons it low in her ear, almost a whisper, and she nods emphatically. His fingers splay over her ribcage, rubbing over her lacey bralette before pushing it out of the way. His thumbs brush against her taut nipples and she arches into his touch. “No, they’re still there, babygirl.”

She breathes his name as he lifts her shirt, settling himself over her to resume, rolling her breasts as he consumes her mouth. He rolls just her nipples between his fingers, pinching a little to hear her whimper, her head thrown back. She can feel him already getting hard against her thigh, and she’s fully aware and ready for where this is headed, but there’s just one thing.

“Sh-Shouldn’t we go to your room?” she whines.

“If we do, you won’t be able to see the pretty girls,” he reminds her with an air of sympathy, looking over at the TV as she does. Chrissy bites her lip with a moan as he pinches a little harder, and she feels her arousal pooling in her panties.

“But…what if it gets on the couch?” She had on a skirt and underwear, but she knew quite well how wet he could make her.

He leans up, taking off his shirt quickly. “Well, if it’ll make you feel better…” He slides the shirt under her ass, making sure her skirt’s folded up under her lower back while he’s at it. “But I do wanna make you drench those cute little panties.”

She mewls at his words and as he continues playing with her tits, his calloused fingers sending tingles to her clit that spread through her pussy. Eddie moans into her neck, sucking and licking as he works her supple skin and listens to the delicious little sounds and squeaks falling from her mouth.

“Eddie, touch me,” she begs, thrusting her hips into his, but he arches his back away from her.

“No, no, princess,” he coos, pinching and tugging to make her keen louder. “I think I can make you come just like this. Just with your perfect little tits.”

Chrissy lets loose a strangled groan, his mouth leaving her neck to replace one of his hands, sucking her nipple hard. She wails as he starts working her faster, growling around her to make her feel the vibrations in her chest. The feeling is light but intense as her orgasm builds in her cunt, and she looks over at the TV only to realize that, in this moment, she just wants him. Just him and his hands, playing her body expertly like she’s the strings of his guitar.

She’s astounded at the realization that she can and will come just like this when she snaps, climaxing as he swirls his tongue around her nipple, flicking at it a few times before catching it gently between his teeth. She hisses, her head still turned to the TV, panting as he lets go to place a soft kiss on her cheek.

Eddie’s hand delves inside her panties to scoop some of her onto his fingers, making her squirm. She hears him lick his fingers clean and giggles, her eyes closed as she recovers.

“See?” He grabs her chin, turning her head so he can kiss her and giving her a soft smile. “Perfect.”

#my shortest yeah boi ever!#literally the shortest thing i've ever written probably #BI CHRISSY BI CHRISSY BI CHRISSY #meanwhile tell ya what they miss out on some quality cinematic masterpieces all in the name of hedonism #i've had that carrie headcanon bouncing around my head for a few weeks so it was nice to put it to use #eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer kinktober #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #OH i also have a request for this kink outside of the challenge so i get to write it twice YAY #evan's writing

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remembertheplunge · 7 months

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Hedonism is a gateway

May 7th, 1993. Marine’s Memorial Hotel. San Francisco. Full Moon. 1:40ish am.

Classical music playing out of Palo Alto. I’m happy. Sweetly floating. Content. Met “Rocky” tonight. Funny how the message “I’m interested" is transported so easily and so instantly by touch! He leathered out. We played, laughed and muscled up. It was simply a study in maleness and in tenderness

. He was eager to please, to entice. He was built like a rock. We exchanged phone numbers, but it was probably a one hour stand. A lovely, forgettable, but necessary gateway experience.

Hedonism is a gateway. He is an excellent guide. His healing lessons will linger for a long while.

I came to the city this time to heal in my major hot bed areas—sexuality and legality. I never expected this.

Got a hug from a street guy I bought dinner for. So many now are out on this cold night.

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#journaling #writing #homeless work #homelessness #gay #gay relationship #hedonism #gateway experiense #May 7 #1993

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