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"Knew the old man couldn't last forever. Huh, even told Eskel that when it came time, I'd get his sword. Fits my hand perfectly."
I've been thinking about Lambert and Vesemir again. More specifically, this exchange and what it says about their relationship in the context of everything else.
(With thanks to @/resident-beekeeper and @/bard-llama for helping me track down the specific wording). CW: The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Spoilers (...but c'mon), and mentions of canonical MCD.
I imagine a young Lambert picking up Vesemir's equipment as a boy and swinging at target dummies. The sword's too big, the gambeson's too heavy, the gloves so oversized that his fingers don't touch the ends. He may be a trainee at a military bootcamp, but he still does what every little boy does: he dresses up like the person he wants to become. For most boys, it might be a knight, a hero, a duke, a king, a pirate.
For Lambert, it's the man that saved him. He wants to be Vesemir.
He'll get strong. Strong enough to save others. He'll be like Vesemir.
But where does the vitriol come in? When does "all grandpa's keep torture devices in their basement" and "old man's dropped the moralising, and I try not to piss him off too often" happen?
Lambert grew up. He began to question, see the injustice, chafe against the institutions that made him. He realises he wasn't saved; he was condemned. He was as lively and troublesome as Vesemir had been as a youth, but he never enjoyed the brotherhood of the order that indoctrinated its Witchers with safety and companionship in the long winter months. That took the sharp edge off the Path.
Lambert asked 'why?' and all Vesemir could offer was 'because it has to be'. That's just not good enough when the world spits on you and your only refuge is a broken castle full of ghosts.
And what happens when your hero lets you down? The ones that you wanted to become? That you started to build your concept of the world around? The one you held in your heart and loved with every broken piece of it? What happens when the man that raised you proves he isn't everything you thought he was, or needed him to be?
You get fucking angry.
You demand that he be better. You butt heads. You argue; you roar at each other because every time he fails to live up to your image of him, it feels like a betrayal. He gave you hope and he doesn't get to be as shit as everyone else. It's not allowed. But he continues to prove he's nothing but a man. He errs, he makes mistakes, he's buried in his experience.
But you keep hoping that one day he'll stop letting you down. One day, he will be what you need him to be.
Because you still love him and that's what upsets you the most, isn't it? You still fucking love him, don't you? He's a bastard. He took your life away, he clings onto the past that hurt you both. Why? Why can't you truly hate him?
When Lambert talks about taking Vesemir's sword, because it fits his hand perfectly, is he talking about finally becoming the hero he emulated? Or is he finally, with Vesemir's final act being to sacrifice himself for his granddaughter, reconciling the man Vesemir was with the hero in his head?
Lambert isn't Vesemir. He never could be. But he'll take the lessons that Vesemir taught him - fight, survive, be loyal, family above all else - and he'll make sure his legacy lives on.
||Doctor Who: Role Reversal AU||
(You two, who are you?) Oh, the Stuff of Legend.
You can spend the rest of your life with me. But I can’t spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That’s the curse of the Time Lords.
↪︎Older!Billie Piper as the Doctor, the last Time Lord
But then I met the Doctor. And all the things I’ve seen her do for me, for you, for all of us, for the whole stupid planet and every planet out there. She does it alone. But not anymore. Because now she’s got me.
↪︎Young!David Tennant as Ambrose “Rose” Tyler, son of Jackie and Pete Tyler
How long are you going to stay with me?
read the long night, i beg you.
I raise you: What if Rise Mikey had a cat tho
Just a little doodle of a potential pet for the brothers! I named him Slice because Klunk is usually orange like a pizza slice, and Raph’s pet turtle in ‘12 is named Spike or Slash. They found him eating pizza in a dumpster.
Like all friendly orange cats, he shall be loyal as a dog and dumb as a rock! Mayhem probably begrudgingly tolerates him. His paws are big cause he’ll grow to be be a big fella someday.
Partially inspired by my housemates’ cats, who are silly and big respectively.
No More Talk of Scars
Adult Leo x Adult Fem Reader
18+ Mature Content
Exploring scars leads to something more. Confessions.
You'd been surprised that Leo had so willingly agreed to taking the night off when you'd suggested it to him. He'd only mulled it over a moment before nodding with a shrug. A smirk that clearly said he was thinking this could be fun plain as day on his face.
The other three nearly shrieked in delight when the leader in blue told them the night was theirs'. Each of them fleeing off into the city to do goodness knows what with their surprise night of freedom. Even Splinter elected to spend the night getting some fresh air out in the shadows of nighttime Central Park. Leaving you and the blue banded ninja alone in the lair.
As you'd fully expected, Leo insisted on showering first and foremost. Claimed he was sweaty from training or whatever. Causing you to fondly roll your eyes at his insistence. And nearly swallow your tongue in your suddenly very dry mouth when he reemerged a short time later with nothing more than his signature mask and sweatpants that may or may not have been a half size too small; hanging dangerously low on his hips.
The night together passed in blissful comfort. The two of you enjoying how easy it was to be in each other's company. You'd cooked while Leo looked on, joking about all the times that earned him being banned from the kitchen except to make his tea. Then you'd eaten at their small table, sitting side by side before moving to their common room.
There, conversation about anything and everything continued to flow naturally. A few times resulting in fits of laughter. You playfully pushing against his arm. Leo carefully nudging you back. A bright glint reflecting back as he watched you from the corner of his eye. His heart, unbeknownst to you, singing in his chest whenever you were near.
You weren't exactly sure how it happened, but you and Leo wound up in his room. He, half laying over you atop his bed. You, running your hands across his arms in lazy strokes. Both of you reveling in the unusual peace and quiet of an empty lair. In being so close to one another; this being the first time the two of you had laid together this way.
Leo was breathing so easy, so content in this moment, you thought he might have actually drifted off to sleep. So, you allowed your hands to wander. Just a bit. To roam over bits of his exquisite physique that normally only your eyes got to touch.
Trailing your hand up to the back of his shoulder, your touch came into contact with a texture unfamiliar to you. It wasn't his normally raised, bumpy scales. And it wasn't smooth, cool beneath your fingertips, the way his more human-like skin was. It was shallow. Taunt and textured. A bit hot compared to his normally cool temperature. But definitely not scales or skin.
What was it?
Adding a little more pressure trying to figure out what it was you were touching, Leo suddenly tensed under you and moved his arm away. And it clicked. It was the scar where he was missing scales altogether. You grimaced at the realization it must still be sensitive after all this time. "Oh! Shoot. Leo, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was touching. I'm sorry."
"No. It's fine. You're fine. No worries." Leo shifted a little then seemed to grow uncomfortable. Sitting upright on his bed, he cleared his throat and offered you a soft smile. "I just - don't - like the way it feels. Ya know?"
"Yeah. I totally get it."
A discomforting pregnant pause.
"Is it just the way it feels? Or does it bring back bad memories of -,"
"Let's not talk about it." Leo's features sterned up. His eyes turning, almost resentfully, away from you.
The words came out sounded more wounded than you'd intended. "Yeah. Yeah - I understand."
"I'm sorry. It's just -,"
"Hey. No apologies. I shouldn't have been - ya know -. It's your body. And if you don't like it, you don't like it. No other explanation needed." A slightly embarrassed, slightly ashamed smile back at him as you rung your fingers.
His own hand stretched out quickly to wrap solid fingers around your twisting digits, holding you still within his grasp. A look to his expression that conveyed he didn't like the idea of you being uncomfortable in any way while with him. He held you there a moment, then thoughtfully rubbed his thumb over your knuckles before allowing his hand to fall away.
Reaching back out to him again was a little of an unconscious decision. Half of it meant as a means to clear the cloud of tension in the air. Half of it almost of your hand's own volition. To soothe whatever you may have ruffled inside.
Regardless of your reason, the large terrapin next to you appreciated the gesture. It reassured him the way he pulled away hadn't ruined the moment.
Suddenly hyper aware of every deviation to his surface as you rubbed along his forearm, your eyes sought to lock onto his. He denied you this, keeping his own orbs cast low.
"Can I ask how you got it? That scar?"
One side of his mouth pulled up in a disheartened smile. "All you can think about now, huh?"
Your brows knitted in confusion. "No. I just -," words fell off as you stroked along yet another scar. "I'm sorry," hand freezing where it lay. "You have a lot more scars than I realized."
He still wouldn't look at you. "Does it make you see me differently?"
Something in his quiet voice you'd never heard before.
"Yes," you answered, sitting up to wrap your arms around him as best you could. "It makes me realize just how very much you've gone through. Continue to go through. It makes me - makes me think."
The two of you sat a moment in silence. A bubbling worry that he had misunderstood your meaning. Thinking you meant it as a reference to how very un-human he was instead of what you really meant.
That you were in awe of him. Being in wonder at what an incredible person he was. Inside and out. Despite everything life had thrown his way. He was still kind, and caring, and funny in his own way. How amazing everything he did was. From saving the city, to how disciplined he was, to the annoying way he seemed to be good at anything he tried. How special he always managed to make you feel. No matter what darkness loomed over him, he was always treating you as though the sun and moon hung on your existence.
Misunderstood that his scars reminded you of what a dangerous life he led. How those etches carved in his flesh reminded you of how real the possibility of losing him was. And how badly that reality clawed at your heart.
Taking a chance, hoping to clarify your meaning, you pressed a few soft kisses to his shoulder. "You're the most amazing person I know, Leo. My best friend. And I love you. You know that. Right?" Your fingers danced across the lip of his plastron. Just beneath his equivalent of a collarbone.
You didn't get a response. His eyes watched as if enchanted as your hand, feeling like silk to him, moved on his chest. His breaths were coming out a bit heavier than before. A powerful, three-pronged hand slowly raised to lift your wrist up. Leaning down, tender and careful, the mutant drug his lips over the back of your hand as if in prayer.
Almost instinctively, your hand turned over. Your fingers sought to touch his cheek, while he pressed a long kiss to your palm. With eyes still gently closed, he shifted again. Turning his hips your way. Lips barely brushing against your skin, as he drew them up your arm. His mass beginning to raise over yours as you willingly dropped back onto his bed in acceptance of his advances.
He chased after you. Brought himself to hover just above you. Your hands flew up to touch him again. Only this time, your grip was tight, kneading into muscles, oblivious now to any variation in his skin. Aware of only him. The familiar scent of his bodywash. The warmth of his body. The safety of his presence.
The deep breaths moving past his lungs was hot against your neck. His beak nuzzled in close as you became aware of a muscular thigh sliding in between yours. A tremor in your own breathing, legs raising up at his sides. Hand tracing the edges of his plastron down to where it narrowed, falling inside his pelvic bone.
Something there snags your attention. Another scar. This one thick and raised. Lying within the narrow space between natural armor and bone, always hidden from view beneath wrappings. It makes your heart clench in this moment. The knowledge that this injury in particular had to have been very bad causing tears to boil inside.
Leo's eyes snap up to yours as he sucks in a sharp breath. Uncertainty clouding his normally brilliant, clear gaze.
You push to sit up. He offers you no resistance, promptly sitting back on his heels. His hands falling away as you lean in. You can't help yourself. Even though is goes far past anything you've done with him before, you stretch down low. Press your lips firmly to this scar. Break away only to return for a second kiss.
He watches intently, still uncertain of your intentions. A bit of irritation coursing in his veins. He can sense your excitement. Smell your arousal. But there's heaviness there too. A sensation he just understands, even though he can't smell it or feel it. One he knows is tied to pain. When he's confident there shouldn't be any in this moment. And it confuses him.
"What are you doing?" he whispers. A hint of his agitation bleeding through.
"I'm sorry for everything this life has put you through, Leo. I wish I could - I wish I could take all that hurt away."
"So is that what this is? You trying to heal something you think is hurt?"
"It's me realizing how very real it is. The chance that I could lose you. It's my wish that - that my love alone could protect you from all of that."
The softening through Leo's entirety was palpable. Understanding washing away where he was growing rigid.
A finger softly curling around your chin tipped your head up to face him. He was smiling. Softly. Lovingly. "Your love does protect me from all that. It's what gives me a reason to train hard. To be vigilant. So that I can come back. To see you again."
Adding a slight bit of pressure encouraged you to lay back again, which you readily did. Strong hands slipped down to your wrists. Moved them above your head. One keeping them pinned in place. The other stroking along your cheek.
"No more talk of scars now, pet. I'm still very much alive. And eager to show you how badly I've wanted this."
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Klunk! He’s just a little guy
I love cats, they’re so cute :) Wish we saw more of him in the show, but just the fact that they have a cat is great. Poor turtles need an emotional support animal for all that they go through.
Even though Splinter is a rat, I think he treats Klunk like a fifth son. After all, he too was a misunderstood animal who only needed kindness once, and the love that his Masters had for him inspires his own kindness even now.
The episode as a whole was adorable! Even though they live in the sewers and fear humans, the turtles still have a little community of their own.
i hate this with a passion, but considering that it's the first time i'm using illustrator and that i didn't check any tutorial beforehand i guess it could have been worse.
anyway, here's a sort of grifters bone poster because the hyperfixation is back and kicking :)
(logo credits go to @archivebottles)
hii , do you mind doing diavolo x m!court jester reader?
i saw a post with a king x jester trope and i could not get it out of my head 😭 it can be headcanons or a short drabble, wtv you want!!
hihi! this is such an interesting thingy to write and i apologise for taking a while to write it, writing male characters is fun but lowkey kind of hard for me😔✊
i also dont know what jesters do and my knowledge is watching horrible histories when i was younger so this is widely inaccurate heehee
no but fr i think in another universe diavolo would be a jester tbh
dividers by @/ioveartfilm
grma for requesting <3!!!!
Funny Funny (I'm in love with you.) Diavolo X M!Court Jester Reader
He laughs at your jokes like a man on crack
You're his favourite employee in the castle and your room is right beside his chambers (he made sure of it)
You sneak into his room for sleepovers sometimes. Barbatos has given up on propriety.
The Little Ds help you with your super cool jester preformances. They're surprisingly good at dancing and balancing plates.
You use the Little Ds as juggling balls sometimes.
Diavolo has promoted you as much as possible, bro atp people think you're a consort instead of court jester.
like they will full on go up to you to pitch ideas or put in a good word for Diavolo since he'll listen to you.
Barbatos also forces you to tell Diavolo news that'll make him angry or upset since he takes it a lot better coming from you.
Unrelated but you'd 100% be friends with Solomon and Thirteen. Which is awkward when theyre in the same room together.
Apart from Barbatos and Lucifer occassionally disciplining you, you are untouchable.
"Your Heighness...." A noble bows in front of Diavolo's throne. Why that scumbag had requested an audience with the Demon Prince, you had no idea. Technically you weren't even supposed to be listening in, but no one had noticed you on the chandelier yet so that was their problem.
And your problem when Barbatos eventually found out. Said Demon standing beside Diavolo's throne.
You watch as Diavolo nods along, uncharacteristically serious. "What do you need?"
"Well...I believe if we stopped trading pickles to the humans it would be a lot less daunting to create them-"
You blink. What the fuck. Bro requested an audience for this? Damn, this was so unserious it was good material for your next stand up routine.
You watch from overhead as Diavolo blinks, his wings stiffening ever so slightly, the crimson-haired prince raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop trading pickles to the Human Realm?"
"Yes, My Lord." The noble responds earnestly.
"No."
The demon blinks, astounded.
"Excuse me, may I ask you repeat that, my Lord?"
"No. Human's love pickles. They're our main traders. It'd sour relations even more." Diavolo says, you watch as Barbatos takes a deep breath, and as the Demon Prince begins to get annoyed.
You stiffle a laugh at the noble squandering, which leads to your downfall as you move your hands over your mouth, taking them off of your jester hat.
Which falls.
All the way down to the ground.
The bells on the hat jingle.
Barbatos' eyes are trained on you like a hawk. So are Diavolo's, but his eyes are more of an excited child on christmas than anything else.
The noble's eyes widen.
"Sup?" You grin awkwardly. The noble, sensing a way out of this pickle debate uses this as an excuse to say his goodbyes and leave.
Diavolo doesn't even notice. Barbatos just shakes his head ever so slightly.
"That guy was in a real pickle...!...Haha...right guys?" You laugh awkwardly, and despite the fact you're not funny at all, the Prince cackles like it was the best stand up routine he'd ever heard in his life.
You were currently at a banquet talking to the Little D's about your next juggling stunt when a demon approached you.
"Hello." She smiles, her red lips glossy.
"Sup."
"Well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour or two....." She looks hesitant but composed.
You nods your head, the bells on your hat jingling. You're convinced Diavolo put them on there to serve as some sort of cat bell.
"Well....I had an idea for expanding our trades of magical herbs to human world Alaska...since a few witches have been living on quote on quote 'lesbian cottages' there."
You whistle. "Damn. Do they have huskies?"
"A lot of them, from what I hear." She nods, her tail wrapping around her leg absentmindedly. "Could you put in good word for Lord Diavolo for me?"
"Sure?" You tilt your head, the bells jingle slightly.
The demon grins, "Thanks he'll listen to you more thoroughly!"
Little D No.2 pops out from your breast pocket. "That's because everyone thinks you two are gay for eachother."
You yank him out of there. "Go annoy Mammon."
"Sir yes sir!"
At this point you should be the Avatar of Pride.
"Sire. I'm telling you. He just stabbed several upper class demons with a rusty spoon!" The demon knight urges Diavolo, who isn't even looking at him.
"You expect me to believe that?" Diavolo tilts his head. You nod vigorously from where you're covered in entrails and holding a rusty spoon in your hands. "MC wouldn't hurt a fly."
The knight looks from you to him with a lax jaw.
What.
The.
Fuck.
That knight's putting his two weeks in now icl.
^^ idea from that one person on tiktok (sirleoninsunglasses) i cant get it out of my head.
can you tell im a merlin fan.
gang idk what noble people talk about i made these discussions up as i went along but i can assure you that pickle trading and lesbian witches in alaska are actually the only thing nobles talked about in history i pinky promise
LawLu hc - Franky built Luffy captain's quarters that he only uses when Law stays over.
YES. Any in-universe OP fic of mine (and a lot of other fic writers) will most definitely have a captain's quarters that Luffy reserves just for his tired emo babygirl (Law).
Ever since they set sail on the Merry, Luffy has slept in the men's quarters. They didn't have a Captain's Quarters back then because there wasn't enough space but Luffy never cared because he hates sleeping alone.
When he was a kid, he always had Ace and Sabo to sleep with but after Ace left on his journey, Luffy had to sleep by himself and he hated how quiet and cold it was without them. Once he was finally able to travel with his crew, nothing made Luffy happier than being able to sleep with his friends again. Sometimes they even let him cuddle with them at night which is Luffy's favorite thing to do with the people he cares about. When Franky was building the Merry, he offered to build Luffy a captain's quarters but he denied saying that he'd rather sleep with his friends.
Then Law comes aboard after Punk Hazard and Luffy couldn't understand why he would never sleep in the men's quarters with him and instead chose to sleep on the deck in the cold. Law refuses to tell him and it drives Luffy crazy because he wants to cuddle with Law so bad. He tries to go on the deck and snuggle with Law but everytime he does, Law shambles him halfway across the ship with no explanation.
Their relationship progresses into something much different than what Luffy has with his crewmates and after much pestering, he finally gets Law to admit that the two-fold reason why he won't sleep with the rest of the men is that he often has nightmares from his dark past which embarrasses him and he also isn't part of their crew so sleeping with them would make it seem like he's accepting that he's no longer captain of his own ship and just one of their nakama like Luffy claims he us.
Luffy thinks this is ridiculous so he secretly has Franky build him that Captain's Quarters he offered before. Franky does, repurposing a random closet of junk into a small but perfect Captain's Quarters. On the night it's done, Luffy drags Law through the new door that suddenly appeared, shoving him on the bed, crawling in next to him, and wrapping his arms around him so tight that Law can't escape.
Law is not sure if he's most confused as to how this new bedroom just materialized seemingly out of thin air on the day they stopped at a supply island or why Strawhat is now alone in bed with him, nuzzling against his neck and holding him against his body. Luffy declares that it's the Captain's Quarters and he had Franky build it so they could have a room for just the two of them. That way Law doesn't have to worry about his nightmares or what anyone else thinks.
Law points out that it's still the Captain's Quarters and Luffy is the Captain and Luffy snaps back with "Well you're a Captain so that makes it your quarters too. It doesn't say which Captain it belongs to," and Law can't argue with that ridiculous but sound logic that only Luffy could come up with.
Law accepts his fate, relaxing in Luffy's arms, realizing that it's been so long since he was able to just curl up under the blankets with someone else. He feels all warm and fuzzy, not only because Luffy is like a space heater, but also because he realizes his alliance mate did all this just so he could have a space he feels comfortable at night. From that day on, he sleeps with Luffy in their room. It does mortify him when Strawhat tells other people that they sleep together every night but at that point, Luffy's already decided that they're dating and he knows there's nothing he can do.
After Law leaves the crew, the room remains and Luffy only uses it when Law comes to visit him, never allowing anyone else to sleep in 'Him and Torao's room'.
or
Luffy just wanted a room where he could fuck Law nasty so he has Franky build one and suddenly the Captain of the Thousand Sunny has his own personal sex dungeon for him and his boyfriend.
Oh damn… this might as well be one of the best fics I have ever read…
my kinks are showing
triads and tribulations (m)
+ featuring … jimin x reader x taehyung
+ summary … if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?
+ genre … pwp, smut
+ wordcount … 8.4k
+ warnings … rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up
When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.
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Heyy, how you doing ?? It's really great to see you back again and I just want to say I really really appreciate your art and your writings 💜.
Can I get some poison for number 21 for the potion making event ?
Much love <3
notes: aAAA of course of course hello!! i'm doing really great, actually, probs better than before :D i hope you're taking good care of yourself, bun <3
poison ☾ send me a number from 1—30, and you’ll be given a poem or dialogue from my inspiration folder.
“alright, who wants to diffuse the bomb?” they scanned the room with a frown, crossing their arms. “seriously? no one?”
the others shuffled their feet with half-hearted excuses. “i just got my nails done—”
“been feeling nihilistic recently—”
“my parents would never approve—”
“my dog’s a pacifist—”
𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡-𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 !! khrys’s anniversary
miscellaneous hoennshipping doodles (part one)
sasha nein swore in psychonauts one so i dont see why he cant swear in psychonauts two.