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Yu-Gi-Oh! Millennium Book ~ Ancient Egyptian profiles

First of all I apologise for the quality! As I mentioned before I don’t have a scanner so those photos were taken with my phone and camera.

Under the read more are the profiles from Ancient Egyptian section of Millennium Book. I’ve included Grandpa because his profile is for when he finds the Puzzle at age 43 – his food likes and dislikes are different to age 72 Grandpa as is his height and weight! So I thought that was kind of interesting.

Everyone has a full profile except Kisara who was only given a height and weight. I have also tentatively included kind of birthdays. This post does a wonderful job of explaining why we can’t ACTUALLY translate the Ancient Egyptian birthdays to the Gregorian calendar.

But I figured as everyone is going to do it anyway, I may as well include them so at least everyone’s on the same page, so to speak!

There are a couple of translation notes at the bottom and my Japanese is by no means infallible so if you find anything wrong, please let me know! Probably some of the names are wrong because I can never remember the official way of spelling them so please forgive me! (I come from a time before official romanization and I wish this book had included it!)

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Well shoot. Almost like the fandom jumped the gun. Also, I am 900% convinced this arc is meant to be meta.

Between the gods finding petty reasons to still hate Goku…

The Universe 11 Kaioshin believing simply having the strongest warriors will be sufficient…

Champa’s Saiyan obsession and belief that they can carry Universe 6 alone…

And Zen-oh acting as if anyone not above a certain level of abstract “quality” is worthless and should be erased…

…this is really feeling like it’s almost designed to get certain folks to engage in some introspection.

anonymous asked:

Can you draw Mephisto with Shiro next? Please! :)

Sure!  ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Shiro and Mephisto and … babies! Two fathers (/^▽^)/ 
or just a priest and demon-pussy-slayer … sorry! … no, i’m not sorry ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I hope U like it! ( *’ω’* )

If someone of you want a request, feel free to ask! I don’t bite!

Stuff I learned from Duel Art:

  • Yugi, Jaden, and Yusei’s hair are based on paper, rock, and scissors, respectively
  • Yusei’s hair is also based on Takahashi’s bedhead
  • When Yu-Gi-Oh was about different games Takahashi scrambled to come up with a new one every week. Once he decided on the card game it was “like I finally escaped from a cramped canal into the wide open ocean.”
  • Originally Bronk Stone and Flip Turner were to be Yuma’s bullies. Takahashi was surprised and happy when they became Yuma’s good friends
  • “Marik and Dark Marik represent a wickedly dangerous relationship born of codependency and a split personality. They inspire bloodlust in each other while violently lashing out at everyone else.”
  • “Thief King Bakura and Diabound, the evil force driving his heart to darkness. I actually have a lot of fun drawing really, really evil monsters.”
  • “The Kaiba brothers. I was happy with Seto’s arrogant pose and Mokuba’s proud gaze.”
  • Yugi’s hair represents an open hand with hints of a dry autumn leaf. Originally it was just red but adding blue made it easier to shade, and that became purple.
  • “Priest Seto and Kisara, the vessel of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. This illustration shows how present-day Seto is driven by the karma of his past life.”
  • Takahashi feels Jaden is the most appealing protagonist in Bonds Beyond Time.
  • All of the Ryo Bakura line art is Yami Bakura or Thief King Bakura, and all of the Marik Ishtar line art is Yami Marik
  • “The goal here was to represent the finale of the Battle City arc. Only Kaiba stands outside the border of the Millennium Puzzle.”
  • “Finally, we have an illustration of Yugi and his friends enjoying everyday life. Note that Yugi is without the Millennium Puzzle. This represents his carefree days after parting from Atem for good.”

OKAY,, MINI THEORY TIME BITCHES

So, in the “Not Today” MV, in this close up shot of Jungkook’s eye, you can CLEARLY see that’s he’s watching himself kill the other members.

Now, we all know the theories from the “Spring Day” MV involving the short story, “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas” by Ursula K. Le Guin. If you’re not familiar with this concept, here is a short summary of the story via Wikipedia:

“The only chronological element of the work is that it begins by describing the first day of summer in Omelas, a shimmering city of unbelievable happiness and delight. In Omelas, the summer solstice is celebrated with a glorious festival and a race featuring children on horseback. The vibrant festival atmosphere, however, seems to be an everyday characteristic of the blissful community, whose citizens, though limited in their advanced technology to communal (rather than private) resources, are still intelligent, sophisticated, and cultured. Omelas has no kings, soldiers, priests, or slaves. The specific socio-politico-economic setup of the community is not mentioned, but the narrator merely explains that the reader cannot be sure of every particular.

Self-admittedly, the narrator reflects that “Omelas sounds in my words like a city in a fairy tale, long ago and far away, once upon a time. Perhaps it would be best if you imagined it as your own fancy bids, assuming it will rise to the occasion, for certainly I cannot suit you all.”[7] The narrator even suggests that, if necessary, the reader may include an orgy in their mental picture of Omelas.

Everything about Omelas is so abundantly pleasing that the narrator decides the reader is not yet truly convinced of its existence and so elaborates upon one final element of the city: its one atrocity. The city’s constant state of serenity and splendor requires that a single unfortunate child be kept in perpetual filth, darkness, and misery.

Once citizens are old enough to know the truth, most, though initially shocked and disgusted, ultimately acquiesce with that one injustice which secures the happiness of the rest of the city. However, a few citizens, young and old, silently walk away from the city, and no one knows where they go. The story ends with ‘The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.’”

With that being said, I have seen a couple of sources on Twitter saying that maybe Jungkook shot the others to prevent them from escaping their “Omelas” (or an ideological way of thinking perpetuated by a mass of persons such as a culture). Though this poses an interesting viewpoint and question, I don’t believe Jungkook shot the others to prevent them from leaving. Rather, I believe that Jungkook killed the others in order to save them from that ideological way of thinking.

I think he shot them because the only way to leave “Omelas” (or a Utopian society that controls your thoughts) is through a death to that old self and old, community imposed beliefs. Whether it be an actual death or simply a metaphorical death, an offering almost, is up to the reader/viewer.

Now, the next part of this theory is that after killing the other members, Jungkook then joins them through suicide as we see him here in the “Spring Day” MV looking lost:

and then quickly becoming relieved once he joins the others in their walk away from their cultures’ perceived norms and ideology:

I think that Jungkook’s killing of the others is almost sacrificial in the idea of him maybe being the last one to get out? (He may be willing to stay behind and take all the pain like the child lost in the darkness of Omelas)

That concludes this part of my theory.. Stay tuned for more!

anonymous asked:

Not being mean, I honestly want to know, what are the main tenants of ma'at everyone should follow?

So the answer to this could probably be a couple of miles long, tbh. But I’m going to try and give you guys a concise list of some of the most common themes I’ve seen over the years while reading up on ma’at. Most of this stuff comes from Karenga, Quirke and Muhlenstein. I’ve bolded the key points to help for readability.

So, to start off with…

  • Humility. You are supposed to be humble. Conversely, you’re supposed to not be arrogant or overly prideful.
  • Moderation is another common theme. This is why Set is often othered, because he lacks moderation in many respects. This is reflected in what you consume, how you respond to people, how you act, etc. I would also argue that it’s also about how you live (aka the wealth you obtain), but I don’t know that that is historically corroborated (probably not, tbh, because you were supposed to give your wealth to those who had less, and so long as you were giving back, you’d be golden afaict).
  • Giving to those who have less than you. This is commonly worded as “clothing the naked, giving a home to the homeless, a boat to the boatless, feeding the hungry, etc.” It’s about giving to those who have less than you. Egypt failed on this a lot. A lot of modern practitioners also fail on it.
  • Not being a jerk to other people. Esp. if they have less than you. It’s written in the wisdom texts that if someone who is of lesser rank than you spouts off, it’ll do you well to listen to them, but not to berate them. Leave that to someone who is of an authority to do so. This also goes back to moderation.
  • All in all, finding your place within your community, and doing what you can to help the community. This is probably because before the modern era, humans truly required their fellows to help them survive. No man was an island before the modern era, and everyone was needed to help keep everything running smoothly. Hence the emphasis on community in the here and now. This, ofc, means more than just the Kemetic community, but also the ppl you live next to. Conversely, it also seems to tie into not suffering people who would destroy your community.
  • Doing your job well, being a hard worker, having a good work ethic. Not being a cheating, swindling jerkface.
  • Self-reflection and making self-awareness and growth something of a priority. Taking the time to look at yourself and being honest with what you need to improve, and working to make improvements as you are able.
  • Maintaining the cult of the gods. This is arguably more relevant to the people whose jobs it was to do this on the regular (aka the king, priests), but it still deserves a place on the list. The gods helped us maintain Order, maintain our world. As such, it benefited us to take care of them. Conversely, if the gods weren’t fulfilling their roles, it was also within ma’at to call them on it (see my point about doing your job well) and refuse to take care of their needs until your needs (or the community’s needs) are met.

These all seem pretty self-explanatory, imo. And they are probably the most commonly sighted tenets of ma’at. The rules shift, however, when ma’at is threatened. Muhlenstein writes about this extensively in his text “Violence in the Service of Order.” In order to get a complete idea of what ma’at entails, we need to examine this side of things, too:

  • Being willing to smite isfet when it shows up. This is often referred to as “smiting Set’s confederates” or something similar. Ma’at is all about creating something, and maintaining that creation–which means defending it when necessary. So when someone shows up and tries to wreck the party, you wreck that person’s face and send them packing.
  • Once any isfet is eradicated, you are supposed to replace it with ma’at. It’s not good enough to just cut down isfet where it stands. You need to replace that void with ma’at, otherwise the isfet will return to fill the void.
  • Taking care of your community is another aspect of this. Egypt used this as an excuse to go conquesting. Pretty sure most of us know that colonialism is bad and would add in extra caveats on what is acceptable for “taking care of your own”, but from a purely historical standpoint, this meant beating down anyone who had stuff you wanted so that you could bring more resources back to your home. In a more modern context, I would argue that it means helping your fellows to succeed and to be safe. This is also more than just our Kemetic community, and should include people who are a part of your life or in-person community.
  • Protecting what you have built (usually referred to as Order, protecting Order.) This honestly is just a succinct way of saying what I said in the last three bullets.

Now, obvs, not everyone is cut out to smite isfet or help defend things on the regular. And that’s fine. However, just because you’re not able or not necessarily comfortable with it doesn’t mean that you should get in the way of those who are willing and able to do so. I think that’s honestly one of the largest issues I see in most situations. “I’m made uncomfortable by this, and therefore you shouldn’t do the thing, because I personally wouldn’t want the thing done.” Even though defending the community and those who are adherents of ma’at is part and parcel with ma’at in certain contexts.

Given how extensive ma’at is, it’s possible that I’ve missed some things, but these are probably the highlights of what comes to mind. If anyone else can think of anything I’ve missed, feel free to add.

the God Seth at the prow of the sacred barque of the God Ra-Harakhty, repelling and slaying with His spear the cursed apopi (the enemy of the Gods, represented as a huge snake).
To the left, the God Ra-Harakhty (falcon-headed and wearing the Solar disk) enthroned.
Detail from the first scene of the second funerary papyrus of Lady Heruben, “Lady of the House”, “Chantress of Amon-Ra”, “Great One of the harem of Amon of the fourth phyle”, and “Second Prophetess of Mut”; Heruben was the daughter of Isis-em-kheb (wife of the High Priest of Amon, Pinedjem II, ca.990-969 BCE) and granddaughter of the High Priest of Amon and King, MenkheperRa (son of the High Priest of Amon and King, Pinedjem I). XXI Dynasty; now in the Cairo Museum

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These are the One Coin Figurines that have the Bakuras as figurines! They also have 2 ‘secret’ ones per set, Yami Bakura for series 1 and Kisara for series 2.

They’re all so cute! <3

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crappy sketches for double sided bookmarks. I just had the idea to make some of these. But I really don’t know if they will ever get finished :D But the sketches were fun (and are rough as they could possibly be).

Mahad - Dark Magician
Pegasus - Toon BEWD, Manga Ryu Ran and Too Summoned Skull
Yugi - Yami Yugi
Atem - Thief King Bakura
Priest Seto - Kisara and BEWD
Kaiba - Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon

if you have any suggestions what also would be cool as a double sided picture - throw it at my face :D

edit: here goes another bunch: http://yearslateforyugiohshippings.tumblr.com/post/155920345353/another-bunch-of-bookmark-sketches-here-were-the

What is Love

Summary: You’re a princess, and today is your engagement ceremony with your future husband, Prince Jongdae. But what happens when neither of you have met each other before? 

**This was a Drabble Game request: Jongdae + “Prince”

Drabble Game: Send me an EXO member and a word (any one word) and I’ll write a short little thing about it!

“Take a deep breath!” your handmaid, a hefty woman with deep set frown lines, clucks at you, and you suck in your stomach as she tightens the corset around your torso. The underwire digs into your ribs and only allows shallow intakes of air – but you’re used to this. You’re used to feeling constantly lightheaded, pinched and tucked into place, re-cut into something presentable. It’s the nature of the game – and this is all a game to you. It has to be.

Your eyes drift from the marble floors of your guest chamber to the mirror before you, and you try not to cry, lest you ruin your makeup. Kohl lines your eyes and gives your blank gaze a coy look, rouge draws out your pursed lips into a smile, faint pink dusts your cheeks to add some color to your bloodless skin. And heavy paint half-conceals the scars across your face – claw marks. The mark of a survivor, your father, the Northern king had told you, and you’d laughed bitterly when he said this because all you saw was the mark of careless parent. He’d taken you with him on a hunting trip, and needless to say, he hadn’t protected you in the way he should have. And you’d payed the price. You were only five years old when it happened, and all these years later, you still can’t look at yourself in the mirror for more than a few seconds.

“You’re just about ready, my lady,” your handmaid says as she finishes the laces of the silk dress you’re now donning over your corset. With practiced hands, she fiddles with your hair, pinning curls into place and tugging strands into uniform, and then you’re done. You steal one more hesitant glance at the mirror and then look away. All the soft lighting and cosmetics in the world can’t give you back what you’ve lost, and it’s going to cost you very soon. Sighing, you get to your feet. It’s time.

The winding halls of the palace are lovely, with colored light pouring through the stained glass windows and old paintings of nobility adorning the walls. Crystal chandeliers hang overhead, and your heels snap against mosaic tiles as you make your way to the throne room. The last thing you need is to be late for your engagement ceremony.

When you finally arrive outside of the grand double doors, you have to pause for a moment to steel yourself. You’re used to the look that you’re inevitably going to get – surprise, followed by either disgust, curiosity, pity, or a combination of the three. You’re hoping that your future husband will have the grace to at least attempt to swallow his shock, and you admit that it might have been a bad move on your father’s part to set up your marriage without your betrothed having seen you first. But this way, he has little chance of backing out. You try not to consider that your father took such risky action because he was desperate to have you out of his sight. He loves you. You know this. But love doesn’t always equal acceptance, even if this was his fault.

Your handmaiden touches your elbow, telling you that it’s time to go in, and you arrange your features into something pleasant before pushing open the doors and striding in as confidently as you can.

There’s only four people waiting for you, to your non-surprise: your father, the priest, the Southern king, and the Southern prince. Your betrothed. Prince Jongdae.

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URUK PERIOD OF IRAQ

This is an excerpt from my post: THE SUMERIANS, FOREFATHERS OF CIVILIZATION IN MESOPOTAMIA.

The Uruk Period is named after the ancient city of Uruk, a large settlement that could sustain a population as high as 40,000-50,000. Where in the earlier periods the sizes of war-bands were only in the hundreds, they could now support armies of as much as 5,000 men. Although they were also supported by about 146 smaller settlements that lay within their domains, these villages and cities began to decrease as the inhabitants flocked to the larger capital cities for the safety of their walls and promise of a better life.

^ Uruk.

Artifacts manufactured in Uruk can be found throughout Mesopotamia, one of the primary items found is also believed to be the world‘s first mass produced object, a “bevel rimmed bowl”. Most believe that these cheaply made ordinary looking bowls were actually part of the early Sumerian currency system. With the increase of urbanization less city folk farmed, instead finding work within the cities where they would be paid in grain. How much grain one had in a bowl would determine how much one was paid (for you to eat from, save or trade with). 

An urban revolution had occurred; populations and the focus of agriculture now shifted over to the more fertile river valleys and irrigation increased the productivity and amount of crops which led to a population boom. With more cities lying beside channels and rivers there was an increase in trade and income as now they could more easily travel and connect with those along these waters. With the overall increase of food and income also came an increase in specialist professions; merchants, craftsmen, artisans, warlords, high priests, nobles and kings. 

^ A clay tablet maker and cuneiform scribe recording a cattle sale in a Sumerian market place about 3000 B.C. by Neville Dear.

Temples were now being built on a larger scale and were more numerous, priestly roles became more important as well. The en (“priest, lord”) was the high-priest, a title denoting sovereignty and the power to make things prosper. The en-priestess (Akkadian ‘entum’, Sumerian ‘Nin’) would live in a temple complex called a giparu (“storehouse”) which were in earlier times used as storage areas for the harvest and even cattle. En-priestesses were buried in a cemetery by the giparu, offerings were given to deceased priestesses and reverence to them extended to the point of there being a cult devoted to them. A common custom in Mesopotamia was to bury the diseased in the floors of the household, the same can be found in the giparu as the priestesses were also buried here. Sadly the city of Ur, the giparu and its cemetery were all looted by the Elamites late in Sumerian history.

The first and most famous of these en-priestesses was the daughter of Sargon the Great, Enheduanna (“En, ornament [ie. the moon] of the heavens”), who was the high-priestess of Nanna/Sin (moon god) and was renowned for being the first author in history, at least 42 hymns are attributed to her. The en-priestesses were also seen as the wife of their patron god therefore representing the godly wife; an example being that the Enheduanna, en-priestess of Ur, represented Ningal (goddess of reeds) the wife of Nanna/Sin (moon god). During the warring city-states period that followed, the title en would also grow to into a more militarized and authoritative position. This priest-king (Ensi, “lord [of the] plowland”) was seen as an intermediary between the gods and man. 

The lugal (“big man”) signified the owner of something and inevitably became the term for kings. The title lugal would not become prominent until c.2700 BCE, the ensi were more important than them but in time they would become seen as their subordinates. Unlike the high-priests and high-priestesses, who would be elected, the lugal’s succession would pass onto their heirs. According to some the lugals may have initially been elected as ad hoc leaders much like the consuls of Rome and the judges (shoftim) of the bible, but generally needed for military purposes.

Like the classical Greeks, the Sumerians and Akkadians may have believed that whomever won these wars, the gods favored more so. Countless tablets show both pictorial representations and written texts which depicted gods warring when it was known that kings fought these conflicts. An example of this is when Umma and Lagash were warring the texts say that Ningirsu (patron war god of Lagash) battled against Umma and “By the command of Enlil, he cast (his) big battle-net upon it, and its many tumuli (burial mounds) he laid upon the ground in the plain.” 

There was even a king of Akkad named Naram-Sin who is depicted in artwork wearing a horned helmet only worn by the gods and was deified as the god of Agade (Akkad)”. Despite the apparent supremacy the ensis and lugals held, early Mesopotamian history shows that the council (ukkin, “council, assembly”) still held sway over most important decisions; one made up of elders (abba urru, “father/elders of the city”) and one of youths. In the poem Gilgamesh and Agga even Gilgamesh, the great legendary king of Uruk, needed their permission to go to war against Aga of Kish. The elders disapproved “Let us submit to the house of Kish, let us not smite it with weapons” but the people of the city sided with Gilgamesh.

Other city states arose, like the great cities of Kish and Ur, which surpassed Uruk in importance. This transition from the Uruk period to the First Dynasty of Ur is said by some to coincide with a wet and dry period known as the Piora Oscillation which led to massive flooding (possibly inspiring the great flood myth) and drought (leading to a scramble for resources).

If there are any errors please privately inbox me so I can update it. As always, if you’d like to read or learn about any specific historical subjects just let me know what they are and I will take note of them.

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bedding (part 1)

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warnings- smut… is swearing a warning idfk

info- just btw, this is set in medieval-ish times. like kings and queens were the thing with nations ect.

y’n’s “underwear” - corset thing and a thin skirt and under that is basically a bra and panties

Dan’s “underwear” - basically shitty boxers

You sigh, looking in the mirror and eyeing the delicate dress you were to wear today. Today was the reading of your father’s will. He was the single ruler of what now is your land and had died proudly in battle around a week ago.

You knew just what to expect, your father had told you exactly what was to happen when or if he died before you were married. Prince Daniel Howell was to take over his role as king and you were to be his queen. It had been an arrangement between the two fathers for years.

As you step into the large room filled with the important castle staff and you father’s allies and friends, a wave of realization crashes over you. You were to be married the next day to a man you had never met. Worse than that, the bedding. You will have to have intercourse with practically a stranger right after he takes your father’s spot on his throne.

You sit on your throne, the one next to your father’s, as the reading of the will begins. All eyes are either on you or the floor, each person anticipating the new king to take his spot next to you.

“And, finally.” The reader says, close to finishing the reading. “Prince Daniel Howell is to take my spot as king, and marry my daughter, y/n y/l/n.” He reads aloud. Out of the corner of your eye you see someone stand up a bit straighter. “He would like you to take your place on the throne, Prince Howell.”

A tall, brunette man slowly stands from his seat at a table and walks to the throne. He sits down, looking ahead. Everyone claps and the reading is dismissed. everyone filing out of the large room. Daniel and you keep your spots on the thrones as the room empties. Once there is no one left, you stand and walk to the doors, trying your best to rush out and avoid contact with him as much as possible.

“Uh, Miss y/n?” A husky voice says from behind you. He sounds as if he’s just woken up. You slowly turn to face him walking towards you.

“I know you must feel rather awkward about our situation, but I feel rather awkward as well, so if we work together a bit here and get to know each other, I feel as if this whole marriage thing will be easier for the both of us, yea?” He asks, stopping about a foot in front of me. You can’t help but nod your head.

“Are you alright? You sound as if you may be sick.” You ask, worried just a tad.

“Oh, I apologize. My voice gets a bit rough when I’m nervous.” He answers. You nod your head and he smiles a little bit.

The rest of the evening was spent with the two of you talking, taking walks around the castle grounds while you do so. When it got late enough, you attended dinner and then you both went to your separate rooms. You had warmed up to each other a bit, but you still weren’t completely on board with the bedding you knew would follow the night after. Nevertheless, you slept with ease.

The next morning was preparation for your wedding at seven that night. Everything was in order aside from your thoughts. You had never kissed anyone, let alone slept with someone! It was forbidden! You had to be kept pure for your marriage, and you knew that it wasn’t the case for princes. They could “do” people as they pleased, as long as a child wasn’t the result.

As you walk down the isle towards Dan, you can’t help but imagine how much more experienced he was. He had such good looks, and his title had to have been a bonus. You can’t imagine the amount of girls he had-

“We are held here today…” Your thoughts were cut off with the castle’s priest reciting the vows.

“I do.” You hear Dan say. You hadn’t been paying attention.

“And do you take Prince Daniel James Howell to be your husband and king?” The priest asks.

“I-i do.” You stutter a bit, clearly letting everyone know you were nervous.

“You are now King and Queen, you are excused.” He announces. You are pulled down the isle and inside the castle by Dan, your fingers intertwined.

Sometimes you had imagined what it would be like to be among the common folk, marrying on of them and kissing there, at the alter. It’s not allowed at royal weddings, kissing is a private matter that is only to be done in seclusion.

Before you knew it you were at the two of you’s new shared bedroom that had previously been your fathers, and years earlier, shared with your mother. He sat you down on the end of the bed as he stood in front of you.

“y/n, I can tell you’re nervous, are you alright?” He asks you, sympathy shining in his eyes.

You nod in response, he goes to the door, twisting the lock closed, before he sits next to you.

“You don’t have to be, love. I promise I’ll be gentle, I don’t want to hurt you or anything of the sort.” He explains quietly. You nod your head slowly before he stands again, beginning to remove his clothes. He was left, standing before you, in only his underwear.

He sits next to you and undoes your dress, sliding the sleeves down and pressing kisses to your newly exposed skin. As the dress falls, he signals for you to stand, you follow his directions and your dress falls to the ground, pooling around your feet. You were standing before him in only your undergarments, a state that only that maids who dressed you have seen.

“You’re lovely.” He mumbles under his breath after pulling the remaining cloth off of you until you were in the last layer of your underwear.

He pulls you onto the bed, having you lay down as he straddles your hips. He kisses your lips, moving them softly against yours as you try to copy his actions. He starts to kiss you a bit more passionately and his tongue enters your mouth. It felt weird at first, but you soon found your tongue being massaged by his pleasuring. He takes his lips from yours and kisses down your jaw, then your neck. Sucking on several different places before he sucks on one certain place that makes you gasp. You feel him smile against your skin as he continues sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin near your collar bones before continuing down your body. He pulls away and removes the cloth covering your breasts. He then re-attaches his lips to your skin, moving down to one of your nipples. He sucks on one lightly while he massages your other breast, causing you to moan for the first time, then repeating the actions vise-versa. He pulls away and looks up at you.

“You sound so beautiful my love, don’t hold anything back.” He says, then continues moving his lips down your body. He pulls your panties down your legs slowly, taking in your wet pussy before licking a flat stripe up your folds. You moan at the new feeling, loving it. He circles his tongue around our entrance before pushing it in quickly and removing it. You moan again, but louder.

“Do you like that, y/n?” He asks, the husky voice from yesterday returning. You nod eagerly.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Please, Daniel do that again.” You moan out when his tongue once again enters you. He moves his mouth to your clit, sucking on it while he brings a finger to your entrance. He pulls his mouth away and comes back to your lips, kissing you roughly.

“It’s Dan, love.” he whispers as he slowly moves his middle finger into you, thrusting at a slow steady pace. You moan before squirming at the new feeling. It was strange, yet you didn’t want it to stop. Dan speeds his actions up, adding a second finger. You moan louder than before, causing Dan to moan himself.

“Such a pretty noise.” He says into the heated kiss the two of you were sharing. You felt pressure build up in your stomach, and Dan must have noticed your walls clench around his fingers because he pulls them out. He pulls away from your kiss and sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. He then pulls his underwear off, his erection springing free as he lines himself up with you.

“Are you ready?” He asks, making eye contact with you and waiting for your response. You nod.

“Words, love.” He demands.

“Yes, Dan bloody hell.” You answer. He enters you slowly, stopping half way for you to adjust, before pushing into you fully. He sighs in content and doesn’t move.

It hurts, but not enough to outweigh the pleasure.

“Move, Daniel. Please.” You breath out. He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in. He continues, his pace slowly quickening whilst both of your moans filled the room. The pressure once again built up in your stomach and you soon after explode into pure pleasure. Your walls clench around Dan as you cum, which causes Dan to loudly moan, cumming soon after you. He pulls out, laying next to you.

He pulls you into his chest, working the covers over you both before tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“Ask for medicine tomorrow, my dear. We don’t want you to bear children just yet.” He whispers.

You nod, mumbling an “Of course.” Before you both fall asleep.