fatin wanted that pussy so bad

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fatin wanted that pussy so bad
“You are betrothed to a dragon. Fire made flesh, madness made mortal.” He spoke with a lopsided, boyish grin.
His tone daringly soft as though he were recalling something forbidden. Words such as betrothed and flesh held a strange shape in her mouth, she found, as she unknowingly started mimicking the shape of his voice, words curling at the tip of her tongue.
Hakossiarzir. He had mispronounced it slightly. She smiled at that. Her eyes glanced over as his eyes turned away, a scowl upon his brow had came and left so quickly that a blink would have caused the moment lost in time.
“I apologise, my Lady. My High Valyrian is still to be worked upon. I have been taking extra lessons”
She smiled again.
“For you.” He spoke with an attentive look on his face, long dark eyelashes hanging low against flushed skin.
She hasn’t yet the language to properly thank the crown prince. She had searched her mind for the phrase, the lettering and come up frustratingly empty. If their common tongue was so common, why was it so hard to articulate? Why did it stress the muscle that lay flat in her mouth? Why did it antagonise her that she could not produce a simple sentence in his tongue?
“Kirimvose, M-m-my P-rince.” His head turned fully now, eyes moistened with affection. He brought her fingertips up to his lips and pressed a slow chaste kiss to the bronze skin.
A wordless action. A movement. A moment. A gesture so adoring that a hot flush crawled its way up her neck and took root beneath the skin of her cheeks. She smiles again.
“My Prince.” A formal voice approaches, disrupting the princes attention.
“My Lady.” The voice chimes courteously towards Kiera. She a acknowledges the verbal with a small smile, not before a quick glance at the prince.
“Your father wishes to speak with you.”
He nods his head at this request.
“Jemot nagon, ōretan aōle iōrȳt, dāria?” I will come back, will I find you here, my lady?
“Issa” she whispers. Yes.
Dutifully, the prince rises from the ground beside the pond, lightly brushes his tunic and smiles at the foreign beauty one last time before walking away.
Kiera drew her gaze back to the water, a deep green and shimmering under the late summer sun. Ripples form around her fingertips, lazily dragging them across the surface when another voice interrupts her afternoon.
“Ikso ao enjoy garden ñuhor nyke āeksia?” Are you enjoying the gardens My Lady?
“Issa.” She said glancing up at the stranger with an apprehensive smile. He offered not another word in her language or his. But he remained, seated upon the stone ledge of the pond. The silence was comfortable enough but she wondered when her prince was coming back.
This stranger smelt of spiced wine, a heavy scent of red fruits, tart and over ripened from the sun. His hair was the colour of sand and grew to his collarbone, loose tendrils falling over his pronounced brow.
He is different. She thought. Had he been there when she had met her betrothed’s family? Has her lack of sleep impaired her ability to recall him? An anxious assumption of herself began coiling inside of her chest when something small glimmered, hovering above the water.
I'm still mad they cancelled the wilds
Yellowjackets! Now as a retro platformer game!
Since the last game was such fun for me to make and for others to play, I decided to give it another go. This time with Mari! Mari on the run from a pack of hunters while there's spiky pit traps strewn all around!!
Play it for free wherever you are through the itch link above. If you want another format, or encounter any bugs, please do let me know <3
A lot of this was made by me, but full credits are available in the game.
thaluke… don’t rhaenicent too hard now…
W.i.P. Lottie Matthews by me
I don’t like it, but at least it’s something
how it feels to miss the wilds in 2025
the concept of annabeth third-wheeling thaluke at age seven and only realizing six years later
a tale as old as time tbh
AMENN
the wilderness sees all TYPE SHITTTT
it’s not purple,
it’s heliotrope
from an interview with courtney eaton / yellowjackets / south london forever - florence + the machine
i just read a really emotional jackieshauna fic where shauna and baby survive the birth but mid cry i fully burst out laughing because melissa’s heartfelt gesture at her relief of shauna’s survival was laying her cap next to shauna 😭😭 we really know NOTHING about this girl… just one pink hat and a dream
november 2024 shaunahat crumbs
Forever thinking about how happy Misty was to see Natalie Scatorccio with a rifle in her living room
🐝🚨 Yellowjackets will officially start production this year!
production is to start January/February with likely a late 2026 debut.
Happy 2026 everyone!
source: deadline
"omg it's november already, mariah carey is defrosting", yeah well actually the only thing that matters right now is that she's frosting
Blinded by the glare of your demise
By the glare of your despise
(Glare by Diva Destruction)