#freya writes

[simping-writting-mess]

Furina is the type of friend who helps you run through all your closet in order to find the best outfit for a date. After all, she knows what would make Neuvillette speechless.

[ladyfreyaofhousestark]

Meet the oc

Elowyn Stark, firstborn daughter of Lord Torrhen Stark, was known throughout the North and whispered of even in the South for many things. For her sharp, unrepentant tongue and the bright red hair that marked her unmistakably as a Stark of old. For the white-and-grey dire wolf that followed her like a living shadow, silent and watchful, going wherever she went. For the trouble she delighted in causing, never content to be quiet, obedient, or small.

But most of all, Elowyn was known as the Wild Stark girl the one who refused to be tamed. The girl who ran faster than the boys, fought harder than she ought to have, and laughed when told to mind her place. The girl who, as a child, bloodied the young Prince Aerion’s nose with her fist and did not once apologize for it.

Some called her feral. Others called her fearless. Elowyn Stark did not care what they called her at all.

Vibes of the story

Enemies lovers

Arranged marriages

Elowyn doesn’t put up with anything

Slow burn-ish

Untamable FMC

Elowyn loves to bully and humble Aerion if they don’t end up together then they’d be friends and she’d make his life miserable

Pick an SO

Valarr

Daeron

Baelor

Aerion

My box

Voting ended onFeb 24

[voidedleylines]

FFXIV Write 2024 Day 3: Tempest

In which a captive gets bold and meets a familiarity.

Rating: G || No CWs apply || Mention of ShB location || FFXIV OC & Hythlodaeus

Enjoy :'))))))

The Tempest was the only “home” Flienn has really known, but it does not mean it is a happy knowledge.

It’s come with rules and regulations and a freedom that is only surface level, for Emet-Selch was a strict but, and they’ll admit, not a wholly unkind caretaker. There were parts they were never to go towards and he’d know before the thought even crossed their mind. It was a frustrating existence and as they stare out their bedroom window, one of the most forbidden places is in their view. They take in a deep breath and close their eyes. Making a choice they dart up and leave without another moment of hesitation.

They head over to the big imposing building in a sea of big imposing buildings and can’t help the double takes they make over their shoulder. It all feels too easy now, as they haven’t even seen Emet-Selch in almost a moon. Even still, there’s a pit in their stomach as they step inside; somewhat surprised to feel the door open so easily.

They look around and see much of the same shades that linger in this godsforsaken place go about their days. There is nothing here that seems to warrant such a fervent need to keep them out as he has. It’s all very mundane and just…normal. They purse their lips together and think how stupid this all was when-

“Oh hello. Are you lost, little one?” a voice cuts through their thinking.

They jump and turn to see a shade dressed simply just like all the others. Its head is cocked to the side in what feels like an almost friendly manner.

Flienn smiles and shakes their head, “No-no I am fine thank you. Um…” they hesitate. There was something about this shade specifically that feels foreign yet familiar. They take an involubtary step closer. “Do you know what this place is?” They finish. Voice smaller now, so much they wonder if it even heard them.

The shade’s head cocks even further as it considers its answer. “Hm…curious. Why this seems to be the Bureau of Architecture. Or the copy of it.”

“Copy…” they repeat; emotions turning back towards confusion.

“Do you not know what this place is, little one,” the shade says.

Flienn shakes their head again; looking towards the ground now. “I’m not…I’ve never been allowed near this place and I was trying to understand why.”

The shade straightens at that and for a moment fear strikes them. They’ve shown their hand too early and now they’re caught. They brace for an impact that never comes, as instead the shade brings its hand up to its mouth and…appears to laugh, though no sound of the sort comes.

“How very very curious of Emet-Selch. He has ever been aloof, even now it seems.”

“You knew him then? Before…whatever happened,” they ask in a rush.

It was a frustrating blindspot. The reality that they didn't know how they even came to be, or why they haven’t aged past 19 summers. They aren’t even sure how long they’ve been stuck in this place but it’s been a long, long time.

The shade goes back to cocking its head, “I did. I have. But I am…I am not like you, little one,” it explains.

There’s no time for any other explanations before Flienn feels an aggressive pull away from the shade and the building and they’re back in their bedroom.

Emet-Selch stands there with a rare fury in his eyes. Silent and slouched as he always seems to be. He says no words as the anger in his eyes fades to indifference as he stares down at them. Flienn holds their ground as best they can, even has a knee jerk reaction to apologize. But no words come as he holds up a hand to silence them, and without another word he turns and leaves the room. The door slams behind him.

Flienn drops to the floor and brings their knees to their chest. Disappointment high in their throat.

[wyrmsandrocs]

The first time I felt it was when I was five. I was still in preschool and the day was hot, A girl who did not like me decided I was “fat.” She chased me around calling me fat and saying That I was ugly because of my body. Her words touched my skin That had never really been forced to withstand The feeling she brought me. It felt like poison and it felt like fire, And once it was there, Shame would not leave. When I was eight my mother took me to a party, And when I reached to take a second cookie she said That I didn’t need that many calories. I thought back to that girl’s words and drew back my hand, That now felt all too heavy, As if I had once more been burned by Shame. I read a book when I was nine About a group of girls a little older than I was Who all had their flaws, But the girl that stood out to me the most Was the one who, when she reached out to take something to eat Was reminded by her friends that she was “fat enough” already. As the girl reacted, I felt myself drawn closer to the Earth’s core, Burning along with her in the pools of Shame that accompanied Existing. My best friend when I was ten was two years older than me And one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Once, at her birthday party, when all the others went back for more food, She lay a hand on my arm and said, “Wait, you don’t want to end up looking like me, do you?” I nodded sagely, feeling her Shame course through the place Where her lovely form met mine, Not understanding what was wrong with looking like her. I could recount some instance of this emotion In every day of my life; I could regale you with every moment that I have spent In a dressing room Or a store, Desperately praying to find something that will fit And crying when the clothing I picked does not. I could mention every tear I have shed And prayer I have thought As I stood in a dressing room with a skirt around my thighs Feeling Shame for every cell in the way of the fabric. Fear is a bearable emotion, as are longing and sadness, But Shame is the devil that comes and roosts And will never, ever leave you. Shame is something fed to girls at too young an age So that every time they feed their bodies they feel its fire Trailing down their throats. Shame is a demon that we convince our daughters is a conscience, And then later we wonder why it is That they have been reduced to nothing but ash.

A poem for the society that taught me to hate myself

[formallyfreya]

oh man writing my first horse related horror story and MAN it’s getting intense...

[the-anonymous-scribbler]

I am too big, I take up too much space, Not dainty or delicate, Filling more than my place. My legs stretch, Much too far, My arms are too long, I'm larger than a star. I am too present, I will take up what I need, Not out of pride, And not out of greed. But I am proud, I am a beauty in my skin, The right ratios for who I am, Not my heart nor my body is truly a sin. I am not too big, I am just right for me, And who I am is wonderful, And I am who I'm supposed to be.

Freya

[simping-writting-mess]

So...I have been reading certain books with an.... interesting plot 👀

Lest just say I'm his little mouse xD

And I just got an idea

⚠️ Warnings: using a foreign object for the deed, dirty talk (degradation), consensual restriction

Minors stay away!!!

Enjoy!!

If there any incongruences in my defense I wrote this half sleep xD

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His wide back was inviting your fingers to mark him with your nails, just like his bites are at display on your skin as the proof of the situation you're in.

Pity that your hands are pinned to the mattress by just one of his hans while the other is occupied inserting the handle of his sword into you.

Wanting to tend to his injuries is what got you in this situation in the first place. At first everything was ok but one of his legs ended up between yours teasing your core and you couldn't help but bumping onto his strong tight, one kiss let to a heavy make out with his hands around your middle and now pinned to the bed receiving his brutal thrust and the handle of his sword.

"Focus, my little slut. Obey your master and maybe I'll give you a reward."

Blade moved the his sword increasing the pace and the angle making it his that special spot that makes you see the stars.

"Please! "

"No no kitten. Remember how you must address me when you want something, when I'm making you feel so good. I respond by just two names"

"B-blade~"

"Yes. What the other one babygirl?"

"ugh~" the moans and the pleasure clouded your mind making it difficult to think of anything else. Blade noticing this stoped the movement and took the handle out of you "No! Please!!"

"Come on kitten. Don't make me put my hands on your neck. My name sounds better when you are out of breath though."

"M~master"

"Good girl~" the sword filled you again in that angle making your body contort and you moans to loud enough to be heard outside.

"I'm....so..... close. Pleeeaaaeeee~"

"Say my name baby girl and maybe let you come"

Your disorientated eyes finally focus on his making a perfect eye contact where your lust and need for him was visible.

"B-blade please!! I need it!! I need you!"

"Fuck" before you could reach you peak the male took the handle about of you and in a quick move he unbuttoned his pants moving his underwear letting his hard on free just to shove all the way inside you making you come instantly.

"Now it's my turn" his lust drunk voice revive almost instantly the need for him wetting you more. Blade move your legs to wrap them around his hips deepening the intrusion. You use the position to wrap your arms around him to draw him closer to you having both your skins touvhing more not letting anything in between. His arms wrapped around you initiating the hard thrusts.

"Mine. You are mine!"

"B-blade! I'm cumming!! I can't!"

"Come for me little slut. Come for your master"

Your walls clenched around his cock letting his feel your orgasm and pulling him one into his felling you with his fluids.

After what felt like hour he released you and pulled out letting his cum leak from you. At the erotic sight the male pulled his cum inside you using his finger.

"Don't wasted this. It's could be useful for later. We are not finished after all."

[simping-writting-mess]

A little rambling and some sagau hc

Warning: Fontain 4.2 archon quest spoilers

More under the cut

So we discovered gnosis are the third descender remains. So what if that descender was Y/N?

Just listen:

I have read a lot of sagau fic where the characters go against Y/N for some reason mostly because some faker but that's for another time so what if this third descender was like a benevolent god when have seen Celestia going ballistic against gods who want prosperity or knowledge for their people(? I have to review some more lore again but Celestia or the primordial didn't like this so they decided to unalive them and created the gnosis.

So many many years later this descender got called to teyvat again from another world or just was born in teyvat dunno like a human/demigod(? Just to learn the truth and take revenge? Then ally with the Tsaritsa who from what I understood wants to rebel against celestia and what better ally than the one the gnosis were created from? I forgot to mention they don't know how to use their powers but in their travel through teyvat they started to unlock their true potential.

If I'm not to lazy I'll probably write something about it.

*looks at the unfinish wriothesley fic* I'll come for you I promise ;-;