I probably use this blog as a place where i can post stuff I draw or post stupid things that reminded me of something nerdy or maybe later other stuff with whatever i´ll be comfortable.
So yes I am a nerd so if you need someone to listen to your nerd rants, nerd rant with, have questions or need simply some opinion from a different perspective, I am here and will have an open ear for you guys. You also can suggest stuff if you liked my drawings like different characters or outfits or a crossover with something, really, I´m open.
But please if you suggest something remind yourself that I am a living person with a life. I go to school, have work, friends and a family, so of course if you write to me I will try to reply and react to it as fast as possible but please I am not Chatgpt or any AI what you can use for an instant reply but for that it will come from heart. And of course i will probably favor stuff because I´m only human and i think some people here forgot that when they write to other bloggers but anyway, you are always welcome to write.
And please my native language is not english so when you see a mistake corrections are also always welcome, no insults, but constructive criticism. So I think that was it so thanks for stopping by and thanks for every follow if you leave one.
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Warnings: mention of watersports; photo and video making of it
Aftercare: He cleans you both meticulous and gets clingy, due to him being touch starved and checks on you how you’re feeling and if you need any food or drink, but not in bed otherwise he’ll change the sheets if they got dirty by food or drinks immediately.
Body part: His favorite Body part of himself is his hair loving to keep it neat. To him your perfection he loves to capture you in photographs and videos but if he had to choose it’s your eyes, the doors to your beautiful soul that he felt in love with.
Cum: He uses condoms for cleanliness.
Dirty secret: Not such a secret after Alisha touched him, he’d piss on your tits. Don’t ask him he gets embarrassed and red.
Experience: None/barely, Baby is a virgin but he wants to pleasure you.
Favourite Position: Missionary, staring into your eyes or looking embarrassed away.
Goofy: He’s quite serious as usual but when he’s comfortable enough with you he’ll joke a bit awkwardly but will still be serious.
Hair: Definitely groomed, baby likes everything in place and to be neat so yes the carpet matches the drapes.
Intimacy: Very important, he won’t get it up otherwise, he wants it to mean something.
Jack off: He’s used to it it’s the only way he knew how to if you are not in the mood he’ll do it to a video of you.
Kink: Would love to capture you two doing it on video and pictures of you maybe in some lingerie set of course only for his eyes.
Location: Mostly his bed or a very private place, he has social anxiety after all so no chance he goes somewhere or does something like this where Nathan could walk in on you two.
Motivation: Making you happy.
No: Anything outside, he loves his privacy, far away from Nathan.
Oral: He can do it but you need to show and tell him what you want and need, later he’s going to be the pussy meister, but baby will nearly faint if you blow his works but prefers to give it.
Pace: Slow but can speed up for you or if he’s needy.
Quickie: No, Baby loves to take his time with you, he loves you if he does it there’s no short or quick. You need to be pleased to the fully extent so he’d for you or eat you out.
Risk: Maybe experiment for you but taking any risk? No, simply no.
Stamina: As a virgin not much collapses after immediately, later oh gosh you’re in for a ride.
Toys: He’ll use them if you want it but prefers touching you.
Unfair: Baby would never, he wants you happy and satisfied, if you are into that he will try but he will always check in, scared of being not satisfying you.
Volume: Simon tried to keep silent but moans and whimpers slip out when he looses his control.
Wild Card: Would go crazy if you dress up as "Number Six" from "Battlestar Galactica".
X-ray: A bit over average.
Yearning: Not that high, but will make you feel good either way.
Zzz: Falls asleep clinging to you after everything is cleaned by him.
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I finally finished my twilight gift exchange present for @royallionessstaroftheocean. I hope you enjoy!! @twilight-secret-gift-exchange
Read it on AO3 here
All I Want For Christmas
Sat on the edge of his bed, Alec turned the wrapped parcel over in his hands once, then twice. The clock on his wall ticked continuously, reminding him of his time limit. Once the hands turned to 5:58, he began walking to the common room where the guard would be gathering. Deciding to walk at a human pace, he studied the paintings as he walked past, despite seeing them almost daily.
After a couple of minutes, he made it to the common room, pushing the door open. He was greeted with vampires spread throughout the room. Felix, Demetri and Heidi took up the couch, while Santiago and Chelsea had made themselves comfortable on the loveseat. Other guards were dotted around, some perched on chairs or sat cross-legged on the floor. Adding his present to the pile on the table in the centre of the room, Alec noticed the fire crackling in the fireplace, it's amber flames flickering.
"Finally," Heidi called out as Alec sat next to Jane on the floor, backs leaning against the couch. "We've been waiting for you."
All the chatter came to a stop as Felix clapped his large hands together.
"Has everyone put their presents on the table?" he asked. Murmurs of affirmation came from around the room. "Great, let's start then."
Slowly, the gifts were handed out to each respective person. Keeping his eye on Heidi as she received the wrapped parcel, he hadn't noticed his name being called until Jane was nudging him. Grabbing his present from Felix, he sat back and waited until everyone had theirs.
"All right, go ahead and open," Demetri said once the table was empty.
Immediately, the sound of paper being torn open filled the room. Resisting the urge to watch Heidi's reaction, Alec opened his gift. He was faced with an illustrated copy of Lord of the Rings. As he opened the book, a slip of paper fell out.
For Alec,
This book also allows you to torture us with a Lord of the Rings movie night.
Merry Christmas.
Santa.
Before he could stop it, a small smile crept onto his face. Flicking through the book, he admired the drawings and their details. After a few minutes, Felix's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Is everyone ready to guess?"
And so, the guessing began. Multiple people guessed that Santiago got them their gift, which wasn't exactly a surprise considering he was a great gift-giver. Eventually, it got to Jane, who had received a new pair of black Dr Martens and guessed that Dani, one of the lower guards, had gotten them for her. Then, it was Alec's turn.
"Um… I got an illustrated copy of Lord of the Rings and the promise of a movie night and I think mine was from Renata."
Reneta's face didn't reveal anything, much to Alec's disappointment. Felix had gotten a new CD player as he had broken his old one and guessed that Chelsea was his Santa and Demetri had been gifted tickets to the opera and decided that Matthew, another lower guard, was his Santa.
"Heidi, your turn."
"Oh, I got parts for a computer to build it. I think that my Santa was Alec."
"Was that everyone?" Felix asked. "Alright, Aimee, who was your secret santa?"
Once again, they went around in a circle and said who they had. Surprisingly, Jane got hers wrong, having received her gift from Santiago.
"Alec was right, I had him. And we're all watching Lord of the Rings," Renata said.
It turned out that Jane had Afton and had given him a shockingly thoughtful gift.
"I had Heidi and there's also a new custom screwdriver in your room, I just forgot to wrap it," Alec revealed as Heidi cooed and wrapped him up in a hug.
After everyone else had revealed their gift-receivers, they all got up to return to their rooms before the Christmas ball tonight. Before Alec could leave, Jane grabbed his arm and pressed an envelope into his hands. Inside, Alec found a ticket to Hamlet in London. A note was nestled inside.
I got Aro to approve your time off. I hope you enjoy.
Alec lifted his head to thank Jane but she had already disappeared.
Thanks darling for this lovely story, I loved it. I hope you had a merry Christmas if you celebrated and soon have a happy new year with your loved ones
Warnings: noncon; a lot of drooling and sloppy kissing; forced marriage; hurt/(comfort); mention of suicide, death, murder, breeding; Ramsay being Ramay; name calling; neutral appearance; torture; vomitting; I actually do not know what I have to write down up here... be warned I guess
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Westeros. The Seven Kingdoms. Place of your birth, as the first child of an important Lord. But these lands were decaying.
Since the battle of the bastards, these lands reeked of blood, corpses and decay. The banner of the flayed man hangs on the walls of Winterfell and in these walls, screams could be heard that could deafen any hope, any happiness any thought that these lands once were safe. The bastard had won not the bastard in name but the bastard in behaviour and now Westeros was in chaos.
Dorne is ruled over by some unimportant Martell, the Reach is under the Tarlys, the Stormlands are ruled over by the Meryns, the Westerlands are controlled by some low life Lannisters and the Iron islands by Euron Greyjoy. The Riverlands were under House Frey and the Vale under the frail boy Robin Arryn. But the Riverlands and the Vale weren't controlled by them they were control by a dark man a man with a name that they barely dared to speak it out loud, a kin slayer, the warden of the north the one who was the winner of the battle of the bastards, the one who ordered to slay all wildlings, Ramsay Bolton. The worst, while Daenerys had come for Westeros and had actually slain the Night King, he had tricked her and when she went crazy he had killed her not out of love or fear for others but to have the Iron Throne for himself so he was now King had everyone to torment and the whole land was flayed. He was the RED KING.
But how had he won that battle? He had heard of the favour of Little Finger of Tully women and his betrothed, so he had him tortured until he told the truth and sent word to the Eyrie who then mistrusted Little Finger and Sansa and never showed up for the battle. Jon Snow and his wildling friends had been slaughtered, Sansa killed herself at the sight of it rather being dead than going back to this monster.
And now he controlled everything the North, the Vale, the Reach, Dorne, the Iron Islands, the Westerlands, the Stormlands, the Crownlands and the Riverlands even if he pretended not to. The North, no Westeros was now a dangerous place to live, and you had to lick the new king’s boots both figuratively and literally to survive.
So, your family had to do the same. Ramsay never cared for the Red Keep and couldn't stand the south, so he reigned bloody from Winterfell. And now that he had finally everything, he craved for a new wife a new toy, because old Reek got boring and the stupid maids were plain. He had ordered portraits of every suitable marriageable lady in the land and chose the one he liked best, you, oh sweet you, you were the lucky one...
When your family had sent you north you didn't understand why your mother, your younger siblings, the servants had cried. You were accompanied by your favourite maid, your best friend since childhood, you both were thick as thieves, but even she seemed to be sad. But no one told you, so when the carriage was on the road you finally mustered up the courage to ask where you two were going.
She looked you finally in the eyes, hers being red rimmed... "To the King..." Then you finally understood this was why your everyone seemed so sad... Your father had sold you like cattle to the worst man alive. You let out a scream of frustration. "Hush, we can still escape we will have to ride through the forest if we say we need a break and are clever enough to get our horses we have a chance we will take a ship to Essos or the west wherever it is safe, but you have to be silent until then." You calmed down, she was right... of course Dora was right, she was always right. So, you wait...
"Guards I need a break." A big, weathered man answers clearly seen worse "You will need to wait until we arrive at Winterfell. Orders from Lord Bolton." "I really need a break." "He sighs. "Five minutes." He grunts. Five minutes, enough time to flee... You went with your best friend a bit in the forest then you split... A few seconds later she screamed drawing attention from the guards while you slipped back, freed all horses and got onto your snow white horse and galloped away, what made the guards ran back you got Dora onto you horse as well and you escaped...
You had ridden for hours the sky was getting darker, but you couldn’t stop not now. "We really should rest..." mumbled Dora. “AND WHAT IF THEY FIND US; IF HE FINDS US!!!” You screamed back angerly. HE WILL KILL YOU FOR THAT, THAT YOU HELPED ME TO ESCAPE!” “We have to rest.” Dora dismounts and makes a small fire to warm themselves, finally you slide down and you start cuddling for heat, falling asleep.
“Shh be silent now…” Dora seems to listen to something far away. “What is it?” you asked but you cannot keep the fear out of your voice. But then you heard it too, hounds, at the start very quiet but then their barks seem to come from every direction. “We have to go.” urges Dora. And at once you both are not tired anymore. Your horse runs faster and faster, maybe even faster than the wind. You find yourself in a situation which you never thought possible, being the prey for someone and this someone is your betrothed.
The wind whips in your face, you urge your horse faster than ever before. But then something cracks. Your horse. It neighs loud and collapses and everything goes black…
When you finally wake up you are in a big warm bed covered in furs and blankets. You cuddle back in thinking it was all a bad dream, but then a quiet chuckle can be heard. One that does not belong to your one of your sisters or brothers, to your father or mother, a servant or any living soul you know at home. That sound makes you blood freeze to ice in your veins and your heart runs like your horse did. How much time had passed? Where are you? And most importantly who was there?
You look at him a handsome man dressed like a lord, no, like a king and then you know it this is him, your betrothed, King Ramsay Bolton First of His Name, the Warden of the North, Lord of Winterfell and the Dreadfort, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm or rather the very threat to it. Dark ebony coloured untidy curls contrasting perfectly with pale skin, nearly as pale as snow. His whole colour scheme was the palette of winter contrasting perfectly with the sharp features looking at you, like a wolf ready to pounce at anything he would like. But most mesmerizing were his eyes, oh these eyes, eyes in the colour of the grey-white-blue winter sky mixed with the ice and snow of the north. Should this really be a monster, the monster everyone talked about? He seemed like a god the god of winter himself, winter personified, the king of north.
“My poor intended, I hope you are not to shaken my lady? Do not worry I took care of it. All I wanted is you.” His voice is so gentle like warm honey on an aching throat, but the thread was louder than anything in the sentence. He feeds you some soup and you mindlessly eat it “Took care of what?” you asked. “Of the traitors of course, my sweet little puppy.” He says it with a sweet smiles as if it was a declaration of love, maybe it was in his mind. “What traitors?” you ask shaken. “That insolent little maid of yours and those incompetent guards who let you flee. Come with me I can show you.” When you decline, he sighs and simply lifts you up. You are now pressed against his torso, so you can feel his heart beat and muscles against you, “Look outside.” He walks to the window and points to five fleshy bodies displayed at the wall. All flayed like on the banner. You would collapse if he would not carry you. You sobbed “I know puppy, their betray made me sad as well but we have each other now. You will be my good puppy who I do not have to punish, mmm?” He lifts your chin. “You know what I think is the most interesting when I start flaying them, they are all the same, screaming, begging even the most feared warriors scream for their mothers.” He chuckles “But your maid, she screamed for you.” He stares at you with those big blue eyes fixating you like a snake its prey. “I wonder why that is? Do you know?” “She is… was my best friend…” You start crying. “Shh, little puppy, do not mourn the wicked.” “But I wanted to flee…” You mumble.
His arms tighten around you. “Oh, you do not want to marry me? Well, that is too bad because you will. You think you have a choice oh no.” He throws you on the bed and is immediately over you. You scream and squirm and try to fight him off. “You think you can scream for help that anyone will come and help you, safe you?” he chuckles again. “I am the king I can do as I like and you will be my queen and if you deny me I will not have a problem with that, than I will keep you in my chambers as my breeding bitch.” He starts kissing you, it is a wet, drooly kiss, like a dog drooling over his prey, marking it up as his. His ice cold hands are everywhere, on your waist, your hips, your thighs, your ass, your tits squeezing, marking, scratching, ripping. You cry begging him to stop but your pleas fall on deaf ears numbed by years of begs who did not meet mercy. He sheds his flaying knife, starting to cut your clothes off, ripping at them like a wolf on the skin of his prey to get to the delicious flesh.
As you finally lay bare in front of him, squeezed your breasts again, revering in your pained cries, cries for help and mercy, grinning like the mad man that he is. He sheds his breeches and frees his member, standing up right and proud. “What now, little puppy, are you scared?” “Please do not, please I will be a good wife, I will behave please!” He stops “you know it is in really bad taste to take the wife before the wedding, and you will be my queen… maybe you are right.” He gets off you and you relax a bit more covering up with a fur blanket.
“On the other hand,” he closes back in, what makes you tense back up, “you ran before, so maybe you need a lesson. Did you see my family banner your future banner?” He shows you the embroidery on his cloak, the banner on the wall, a blood red flayed man on a bone white Bolton cross on black like the darkest winter night. “We Boltons are not famous for mercy, and I think its time for you to learn.” He sheds now even his reddish-brown leather tunic, his padded shirt and chemise. If he would not be the stranger impersonated, he would be a maiden’s dream with his built and looks.
He mounts you again, rips the blankets away and enters you hard and fast, which makes you scream in pain, you try to push him off but he only takes your hands and presses them down into the mattress fucking you deep and hard. He moans loud clearly enjoying himself, before he attacks your breasts with wet kisses again marking you up as HIS, his betrothed, his future bride, his future wife, his prey, HIS. In a small amount of time your chest is covered in his slobber, love bites and are even bleeding from them. You try to push him off again, but he will not budge. He kisses up your collarbone biting it so hard you have t fear he snaps it in half, sucking up your neck to your jawline pressing his wet lips to yours while you try to turn your face away.
“Like it you bitch you are now mine do you really think anyone will want you after I had you, you are MINE, my to torment, to play with, to do with however I please. You will marry me and be my good wife, if not you will join me in the dungeons and see how it is to be my, no, our sigil.” He fucks you even harder you are screaming what fills him with joy. When he finally was finished, he grins and pulls you to his chest. “I guess you have to marry me now, I took your virginity I took you as mine you are therefore mine in the faces of the old gods the only true ones, you are my wife in the faces of the gods I cannot wait to marry you and claim you in our bed every night after. And if you disobey you have enough family members to pressure you with them. I hope my seed is already rooting inside you I would love the thought that you already carry my heir, my prince, the future of house Bolton. Shh do not cry little wife come have more soup.” You try to squirm out, but he has you deep in his arms, he feeds you the soup. “Mhm does my little puppy like it’s soup? I hope you do it has a special ingredient.” He chuckles again which makes your blood freeze. “Do not worry I will gift you a new horse.” He kisses your cheek and you freeze. Your horse, Lily, a gift of your father, the last you received before you were sold to this monster. Hot tears stream down your cheeks, and you throw up. “Do not worry, I will gift you a new one, one more fitting of a Bolton bride, one that will be obedient to me, trained by me, which knows where to bring you which will not let you escape and always bring you to your husband, mm? Does this not sound wonderful, my little puppy? Imagine it, us riding out together, later even with our children in the future, maybe we can show them how I hunted you down and, on our anniversary, we can have horse meat every year.” He licks your tears away beaming in your distress. “Do not worry little bride I will always give you what you want, the finest things, I will even give you one of my hounds even the one that brought me to you, as long as you give me what I want. See what a good husband I am. Now sleep little wife the maids can clean this mess you made. Sleep in my arms.”
He falls asleep soon while you stare at the ceiling and the white fur blanket which once belonged to your horse. Is this now how your life will be…
You barely slept, how could you? Next to such a monster. Now you stand in front of a mirror looking at a picture you had dreamed of since you were a little girl. Your wedding day, you do not only marry a lord but the king of Westeros but you are not happy you tremble and can barely hold it together. Everything happens in a haze and before you know it you stand in the godswood in front of a weirwood tree, you are brought to Ramsay by your father, a man who cannot look you in the eyes knowing to what he condemns you, but you cannot blame him, after all what choice has he, decline and he will take you still just with all your family killed. Ramsay is grinning knowing he won. A Bolton soldier asks “Who comes before the old gods this night?” Your father states in a trembling voice your name, your house that you will be wedded, that you are grown, true born and noble and that you come to beg for the blessings of the gods. He continues “Who comes to claim her?” “Ramsay of House Bolton, heir to the Dreadfort and Winterfell. Who gives her?” Your father states his name, your house and his relation to you. The soldier asks you then if you will take Ramsay as your husband. You nearly forgot to answer when you were asked so you mumble fast, not to arouse your newly wed husbands anger “I take this man.” He takes your hands in his ice cold ones, grinning like a mad man, that he is. You both kneel in front of the tree and bow to it. You both rise again, the silent while he takes your maiden’s cloak featuring your fathers banner and replaces it with the bride’s cloak with the blood red man on it. It carries far more weight than it actually is heavy. He lifts you bridal style far to gently for him, like you remembered him from last night and carries you to the feast. He whispers to you in a sweet voice, far too sweet, “Now you are MINE, all I wanted is YOU and now you are MINE.” You shudder knowing what will happen after the feast and you dread the very thought, the very room, the very moment, the very bed…
Crowley is definetly screaming at the tree to stay green so Azi won't be sad if it has any non prfect green spots.
Azi reads every christmas "A Christmas Carol" to Crowley.
They definetly have a nightingale ornament in their tree.
Azi definetly drags Crowley with him to carol with him they give the money to any charity organisation they like or do angel tree shopping.
Their tip is definetly an angel with Crowley seeing it as Azi who brings light in his world and always makes him see this dark abyss brighter and Azi sees Crowley in it who helped making the stars seeing the best in him that he isnt a bad soul remembering him of their first meeting.
Crowley makes Azi listen to any non traditional christmas music like from Queen.
And of course they dine at the Rizz... to the world
A christmas gift for my very good friend @puppyghoulz I hope you have a great christmas and that we'll see each other soon.
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So the Cullens will definetly have a big christmas dinner even if it´s just you, Renesmee and Jacob who even can eat but Esme will cook you the most delicious food. They invite Charlie, Sue, Seth and Leah and also Billy, so more people can share this fantastic dinner. Carlisle giving a speech about how grateful he is about the new additions to his family.
Even Jasper will make you some dish he had as a little boy on christmas so you can try it. He tells you how he celebrated with his parents and his little sister.
He also will make you eggnog and maybe Emmett mixed a bit (a lot) whiskey in it like Jasper drank it in his time, making you funny drunk which Emmett finds amusing.
After the food things quickly escalate Emmett getting competitive over a new video game with Seth, Nessie, You, Bella and Jacob.
Soon after Edward and Rosalie start playing some christmas song to calm everyone and you all sing together.
At some time you both sneak out because it got a bit too much for Jasper and you first walk a bit until you both start dancing just for you two under the snowy sky, enjoying a perfect moment which is all your own. He goes down on one knee and proposes...
And in that second Emmett finds the fireworks and while you kiss a chaos of colorful lights fill the sky which makes it even more beautiful.
On christmas day you receive a lot of packages from all the family new matching sweater with Jasper from Alice, Rosalie and Emmett upgrading your vehicle, Bella and Edward got you a book series you liked and Carlisle and Esme got you your Cullen pendant to completely welcome you as one of them. A photobook from Jasper which looks ancient from his time filled with all your important moments. Nessie and Jacob gift you a new game so you can play together.
