#i ended up working with it but ideally the inside of the wings would be more easily visible. oh well

[smile-files]

i thought it would be nice to share two projects i made in art class this semester!

title: angel of change

this one's a fun collage/sculpture about the positive and negative changes one can go through when starting college! featuring a nervous little peg person on the road, a surge of waves, and a biblically accurate pet rock angel smoking a cigarette

title: wing surfaces of morpho didius

and this is a sculpture of a morpho butterfly! with its ventral wing surfaces (the visible side of the wings) painted realistically, and with its dorsal wing surfaces (the hidden side of the wings) covered with messily-colored butterfly coloring book pages. the idea here is that my fascination with butterflies, despite being very scientific now, is still one imbued with naïveté, playfulness, and childlike wonder :)

[moonlightazriel]

My brave girl /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Reader comes home injured after a mission and Azriel takes care of her.

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1,1K

Notes: I've been working on something and i ended up not being able to write for weeks, this was a little something that i wrote last night, hope you guys enjoy, i hope to be able to write more soon.

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"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" She cursed, her knee colliding with the coffee table in the living room, the loud thud could've awakened the whole house, and this was far from the ideal. 

Her vision was blurry, the metallic scent of blood making her head spin even harder. She took a deep breath, trying to walk with her shaking legs, wavering steps towards the old room she called her own. 

She let her body rest against the wall, using it to support her weight, unaware of the trail of blood that followed her all the way to the room. She pushed the door open, her eyes feeling heavy as she blinked, stumbling inside the room, holding onto the doorknob to prevent herself from falling face first against the soft rug. 

Wincing in pain, she went to the bathroom, the House, so kindly, providing her with a first aid kit. She removed her soaked leathers, trying to use some of the white towels to stop the profuse bleeding state she found herself in. 

Unbeknownst to her, a few rooms away, in the room she shared with the so feared Shadowsinger, a stray shadow whispered, being joined by a constant chant of his name, waking him up from his slumber. 

Azriel groaned, stretching his wings and running a hand over his face, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, a few specks of moonlight providing illumination to his room. 

The first thing that alerted him was his eager shadows, the mist dancing away from him, urging him to follow with a chant of "Something's wrong, you must come now." And the second, was the pungent scent of blood, sweat and fear. 

With his beloved dagger clutched in between his right hand, Azriel got up, slowly pushing his door open and following the river that led him towards your old room, a room you haven't used in so long, why was someone there? 

His eyes caught the trace of blood, and his heart started to beat faster, no other unknown scent lingered around the house, he could smell the musky scent of Cassian, the wine and roses that belonged to Nesta, and then you, lavender, earthy rain and blood. This rang all the bells in his head and he ran. 

He entered your room, feeling anxious. The lights in the bathroom were on, he could see from underneath the door, and as he approached, slowly pushing it open, he gasped in horror and fear. 

Your waist and legs were covered in blood, you looked pale, hands covered in the viscous liquid as well. He swore he could see some of your organs spilling out of you, he wasn't sure. But he heard your yelp of surprise, or pain, he couldn't tell. And then you slammed the door in his face. 

"Let me in!" He demanded. 

"Nope, I'm fine." she replied. 

"I won't ask again, let me in, you are going to pass out." He tried to open the door again.

"I can handle it, don't worry." Came the answer to his plea.

"Love, please." He begged one more time. "You always take care of me, let me take care of you." With the loudest sigh ever, the door slowly creaked open.

"Please don't be mad." Her face was tinted with guilt and embarrassment, and he hated that look on her, it never suited her. 

"I would never be mad at you." He said, entering the bathroom. He snatched the things from her hand, helping her up to the sink counter, where he could see the gash across her abdomen. The wound was deep, and it smelled of ash, which made sense as to why she wasn't healing yet. "Wanna tell me what happened?" 

"They came out of nowhere, they knew I was there, took three of them down before this last motherfucker came from behind and slashed me open like a cow." She closed her eyes, holding them tightly as he pressed the towel on the wound, working to get it to stop bleeding. 

"Why didn't you come to me?" He asked again, the blood flow was thinner now, so he could clean and stitch her up with no problems. 

"I didn't want to worry you." He rolled his eyes and she gave him a middle finger.

"I worry about you because I love you, I will never be bothered to take care of my mate." She grasped the countertop harder, her knuckles turning white.

"Thank you." He started to stitch until  the wound was closed.

"No need to thank me, but next time, please, come to me." He begged and she nodded, staying silent as he finished his work, not the best stitches in the world, some bumpy parts and it would most definitely scar but once the ash was out she would be fine. "You should shower, it has more blood on your clothes than inside of your body." 

She nodded, getting out of the sink and immediately bumping into him, her weak knees collapsed and if it wasn't for his quick thinking, she would be on the floor now. 

"Maybe I should help you, we don't want to add a broken nose to the list." She gave him a big smile with half open eyes, the blood loss was finally catching up on her, the adrenaline vanishing. 

"Wise as always Az." She said and he helped her out of her clothes and in the shower, rubbing the blood from her body and helping her wash her hair. "I love you." She said, poking his cheek. "So so so so so so much." Her words were slurred and he worked quicker, finishing her bath and wrapping her in a towel, carrying her to their room. 

"I love you too, pretty girl." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, her body finally giving in to the sleep and carrying her consciousness far away from her, her chest moving softly, the wound slowly starting to close. 

Silly girl, he thought, how could she not know that he would bring the world down, fly to the sun, erase everything that was ever created just to ensure her safety? How could she not know he loved her to an extent that he would gladly give up his life for her? She would never know how much he loved her, and all he could do was try to show her. 

With a content sigh, he finished drying himself, climbing in naked behind her, pulling her by the waist, careful of her wound, nuzzling his nose in her hair, taking a deep breath and allowing her scent to invade him and calm his frantic thoughts, she hummed happily as she wiggled closer to his body. And he laid there, watching her sleep, his brave girl. His brave mate. 

[merakiitills]

@moonysachilles

Remus and Marlene is a wonderful friendship dynamic a lot of marauders fan works simply don’t explore, so in honour of my most beloved oomf I’m writing a series of points. Because oomf is the #1 Remus Lupin lover and relator.

Firstly they share the same moral ideals, and despite having altering personalities (introvert and extrovert) they are the same in all that matters. Not to mention I feel as if Marlene would really appreciate Remus’ brand of dry humour, it’s something she wasn’t acquainted with before starting at Hogwarts and now? She couldn’t live a day without hearing a remark whispered to her in class, or simply across the table in the great hall.

Remus appreciates Marlene’s confidence. She is unforgivably herself in the entirety, no matter what the wizarding or muggle worlds may think, and Remus envies it. Yet at the same time he is glad; glad at least one of them can have this unwavering love and appreciation for themself.

They also run the Gryffindor gossip chain. Remus is unassuming, people speak about all sorts of things around him- purely because they don’t think he’s the type to care or spread it around. He isn’t, usually. Remus knows Marlene enjoys this kind of thing, and he writes everything down in a notebook he bought during a Hogsmeade weekend. Despite all odds and decades before Mean Girls theatrical release? It turned into a burn book. People wonder how Marlene happens to know everything about them.

They are die hard ABBA fans. Remus played Our Last Summer during a quidditch cup after party and Marlene wept before declaring her undying love. Then forced him into dancing- in that order. They pool their allowances together and purchase a new vinyl whenever it’s released. Their initials are written on every cardboard cover.

Remus attends quidditch mostly to appease his friends, but also because Marlene doesn’t have much support. A majority of her own friends are busy inside the castle studying. He always cheers whenever she makes a good play, and no matter if Gryffindor wins or loses he lifts her off her feet and starts spinning the pair of them around in circles. Either to increase her laughter or start it to cheer her up.

Marlene doesn’t know about the lycanthropy, it’s too risky. However she does know Remus gets incredibly frail once a month. She does her best to help, smuggling potions from Madam Pomfrey, owling her parents and begging them to send an array of muggle medicines. It never helps. At the end of the week when he’s confined in the hospital wing Remus half’s a bar of chocolate with her as thanks. She always gets the bigger half too.

I am here to begin the Marlene and Remus bff agenda.

[in1-nutshell]

Why did Megatron leave idw Ophelia, hence why I request the idw Ophelia post but from Megatron pov on why he left his child and possibly future him think that Ophelia reminds him of his adopted sparkling

I have a feeling more IDW Ophelia will be coming in the future and I am ready for it!

Hope you enjoy!

IDW Ophelia: Megatron's POV

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Cybertronian reader

IDW/MTMTE

Life seemed to be getting better with time for Megatron.

He had a growing movement fighting for better change in the Senate.

He had made friends through these connections.

He met a nice bot named Orion Pax who seemed to share the same ideal as him.

And now, he now had a daughter.

Definitely not the biggest or heaviest sparkling out there, but she was his and he wouldn’t want her in any other way.

Orion looking over Megatron’s shoulder to look at the sleeping sparkling. Orion: “Does she have a name yet?” Megatron: “Not yet.” Orion: “What names are you thinking about?” Megatron shrugging. Megatron: “I am not sure yet. I will give her one when the time seems right. For now, Little One it is.” Megatron gently traces the sparklings digit with a warm smile. Orion: “I’m sure you’ll find the perfect name for her.”

Megatron never did get around to finding a proper name for her.

Most names he tried out for her just didn’t seem right.

So, she went on without a proper name, mainly responding to any nickname that corresponded to sparklings.

She was his tiny shadow enveloped in his own shadow.

The little one had a talent of managing to worm her little way in =o many of the sparks of bots and cons alike.

Even the more questionable colleges…

The sparkling looks up at Starscream. Starscream: “What? You have something to say?” The sparkling waddles up to him and gently pats his pede. The sparkling chirps happily. Starscream looks around before carefully picking up the sparkling to his chassis. Starscream: “Your father needs to have a better look out for you Young One. I hope you know how much time I am wasting on—” The sparkling looking at his wings: “Pretty! So pretty!” Starscream: “… At least you have a working processor.” He turns around to see Soundwave staring at him. Starscream: “…” Soundwave: “…” Starscream passing the sparkling to Soundwave. Starscream: “You saw nothing.” Starscream walks away… but not before perking up a bit hearing a small ‘Bye Pretty!’.

Sadly, good things tend to have sick endings.

One minute he was helping her read some glyphs, the next Megatron was being hauled to his cell.

The only thing keeping him from trying to break the bonds and race to his little sparkling was the emergency plan they had talked about.

If Megatron did not come back home after two days, she would go to the ‘safe spot’.

The safe spot was a small hidden room in the gladiatorial quarters.

It was often used for storage and cleaning supplies, but it was an excellent hiding place.

He would rather have her stay with someone trusted, but right now he couldn’t trust anyone.

What if a close friend ended up betraying him and used her as leverage?

No, this plan was for the best.

It was one of the nights into his sentence when the words of a nameless guard struck him to the core.

The guard walked up to Megatron, who was on the inside of his cell. Guard: “There’s been talk around that you have a sparkling. Is that true Megatron.” Megatron stays silent. Guard: “Well, she’s probably doing better now that a murderer isn’t under the same roof as her.” Megatron’s optics widen a bit. Guard: “Don’t think we don’t know about your little ‘accident’ in the mines Megatron. Hopefully without you around, she won’t end up here rotting away with the likes of you and the other criminal filth on Cybertron.”

The guard spat at his pedes and left him alone in his cold cell.

That thought struck him harder than any blow Whirl would have ever given him.

More thoughts about the dangers of his work started floating around.

With everything going on with his movement and the Senate, was he really going to bring his sparkling to a world like that?

Everything already seemed to be on fire, why drag her further into this mess?

… Maybe having the sparkling stay with one of her uncles… Or… maybe stay with someone else who was built for sparklings… permanently…

No, he wasn’t going to give up one of the only sources of light in his life because of some little fear.

Megatron was fighting for a better future for all Cybertronians.

A world where sparkling wouldn’t have to scavenge in unstable mines and hope to Primus for the best.

He was fighting for her.

Starscream: “Welcome back Megatron.” Megatron looks at the increased number of bots that had joined his cause. Megatron: “I see we have steadily increased in numbers.” Starscream: “Yes, the numbers ramp up significantly with your imprisonment.’ Soundwave walks up to Megatron. Soundwave: “Shall I go retrieve our sparkling now? I have the location—” Megatron: “No.” Every con who had met the sparkling turns to Megatron. Soundwave: “What?” Starscream: “Comedy doesn’t suit you Megatron. What do you mean ‘No’?” Megatron: “I am serious. Do not retrieve her.” Soundwave: “She doesn’t know you have returned—” Megatron: “When I say it is time to bring her, it is time.” Starscream: “None of—” Megatron: “She will not be safe here. The best we can do is leave the location hidden from our enemies and fight.” Starscream: “You do realize that sparkling is going to be a target anywhere she goes because of who her father—” SLAP! Megatron vents heavily putting his servo down. He looks down at a shocked Starscream. Megatron: “Question my orders again Starscream and there WILL be consequences.” Starscream grimaces while looking down: “Yes… Lord Megatron.”

Megatron bans Soundwave from sending anyone from contacting his sparkling, it was for her own safety.

A few days later, the news showed an extremely familiar looking gladiatorial arena in rubble.

Some bots had destroyed the entire building as an act of revolution against the Senate.

No survivors amongst the wreckage.

This was Megatron’s last straw.

A month later the War official broke out.

Megatron was a war machine, a cold calculated war machine.

There were rare nights where he would dream of his little sparkling, waiting for him outside the Halls of Iacon.

Megatron looks around the giant halls. He stops when he sees his sparkling reading a data pad and falls to his knees. Megatron: “Little One?” The sparkling immediately looks up smiling widely and breaks into a sprint. The sparkling: “Megatron! Megatron! You’re back!” She jumps into his open arms. Megatron squeezes her tightly. The sparkling: “I knew you’d come back! I just knew it!” Megatron suddenly wakes up to the sound of harsh banging at his habsuite. Megatron: “What is it!” Shockwave from the other side of the door: “I have the data collection of the prisoners’ processors ready for you to see Lord Megatron.” Megatron: “Give me 5 minutes.” Shockwave: “As you wish Lord Megatron.” Shockwave walks back to his lab as Megatron silently weeps the fleeting memory of his sparkling.

Time skip to the Lost Light…

As he boarded the infamous Lost Light, he recognized two of the bots waiting for him.

His fellow ‘Co-captain’ Rodimus Prime and Ultra Magnus.

The third larger bot was new and about the same height as Ultra Magnus.

Megatron had never seen this bot before.

She welcomed him onto the ship with a shake to his servo, he half expected her to pull some sort of trigger or something.

But no…

She was polite and got to the point of things.

He didn’t have much interaction with the larger bot, but he brushed it off as being scared that he was on board.

They chatted from time to time during or in between the halls of the ship.

It was nice.

But sometimes he swore he find the bot doing little things that reminded him of her…

But that was impossible.

Ophelia was Ophelia.

His sparkling… his sparkling was gone; she had been for a while… and no amount of wishing was going to bring her back to him.

[moondal514]

hi! do you have any fic recs for the aftg fandom? ideally AUs but where the characters aren’t ooc

Anon you have no idea what kind of blank check you’ve given me with this ask 😂. For the sake of my own sanity I have limited myself to only listing 10 fic recs but please know that there are literally 100s of fics I could rec within these parameters 😂.

the opposite of hunger by constelationprize/ @constelationprize

One would think that, being a necromancer, Kevin Day would be more excited at the prospect of immortality. And maybe he was, once, before he had actually sat foot inside Canaan House.

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Based on prompt #1, or: "the locked tomb au where kevin and riko are necromancers and jean is their cavalier. they are invited to canaan house by the emperor to achieve lyctorhood, but kevin refuses to perform the lyctoral theorem on jean. riko, on the other hand, has no qualms about it. "

The Locked Tomb au. This fic is just insanely good and highlights how well Perfect Court dynamics work for the Third House and it just blows my mind honestly

if i die young by animediac, dayurno/ @jaywalkers, @dayurno

Kevin Day is sixteen with eyes too human, a gift no one should ever have, and blood Andrew thinks would spill out black over the snow outside. He is standing in the school hallway with a dead boy at his feet, and he is going to die by Andrew Minyard’s hands.

He must. He will.

Kevin Day, singer of bodies. Harbringer of death.

Teen Wolf au. A collaboration between 2 amazing writers in this fandom and responsible for converting me to Kandreil

vengeance and death by cthulu_sun

legend says you have wax-dipped wings and golden fingernails and knives made of the blood you have spilled. legend says you are not merciful.

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in which renee is a tired guardian angel, finds the foxes, and falls in love.

Guardian angel au. This is one of my favorite Renison fics because it’s such a cool universe written in a beautiful and unique style and I just think it’s one of the most underrated fics in the fandom

Hush, Don't Say a Word by waterwings/ @amywaterwings

Excerpt from local newspaper, January 10, 2016

A Killer Is on the Loose at Palmetto State. Are You Safe?

For a detailed re-telling of the gruesome events that gripped the Palmetto State campus over the past eight months, please see the pages below. But I beg you, dear reader, tread lightly. You don’t know what’s waiting for you, out there in the dark.

~Katelyn Golightly, Student Journalist

Murder mystery au. One of my favorite fics of all time ever across any fandom because the writing is visceral and gut-wrenching, the kind that has you holding your breath and on the edge of your seat as you read it, and by the end of the fic it’s broken your brain in the best way possible

We Can Live Forever by mostly_maudlin/ @mostlymaudlin

PALMETTO HIGH SCHOOL ATHLETIC FUNDRAISER

WINTER SERENADES - $5 EACH

On sale Dec. 15-17 during lunch blocks. Support our teams, and let them show your friends how much you care through choreographed song and dance!

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Participation in the fundraiser is mandatory for all student-athletes. Maybe none of this would have happened if they weren't pushed out of their comfort zones. (But honestly, maybe it was always going to end this way.)

A story about the joys of competition, the people in your corner, and, of course, the misfortune of being a teenager in love with your best friend.

High school au. My favorite high school au in the fandom because it just makes me so so so happy and I always read it when I need a pick me up

The Real Folk Blues by moonix/ @annawrites

Captain David Wymack and the bounty hunter crew of the Bebop spaceship might be a little out of their depths chasing down the infamous hacker and notorious runaway Neil Wesninski, whose bounty exceeds even Kevin's wildest dreams. Worst of all, Andrew might actually enjoy it.

Cowboy Bebop au. Super fun au featuring the Foxes as space cowboys and copious amounts of weird Andreil flirting

Under A Sea of Mist by puddlejumper99/ @writingpuddle

For a thousand years the Lord Ruler has reigned over the Final Empire. Ash falls from the sky and strange mists shroud the night. The skaa labour in the fields and the nobility dance in their Keeps, their glittering lights blinding them to the cruelty in their hearts.

The skaa rebellion is a fantasy and Neil knows it. The Lord Ruler is immortal; there's no overthrowing him. It's as much a surprise to him as anyone else when he gets recruited. But as he gets drawn deeper into the plot, he starts to discover things that will change their understanding of magic forever.

There's always another secret.

Mistborn au. A fic whose existence still feels incredibly self-indulgent to me because it’s a mashup of 2 series I really love and an au plucked from my wildest dreams

The Sphynx and the Hare by darkbluebox/ @darkblueboxs

Neil knows he should burn Wymack's contract and run until his legs can no longer carry him. His daemon, the mouthpiece to his soul, says otherwise. He's ignored her for far too long; it's time to follow his heart, be it to dream or damnation.

Daemon au. Theeee daemon au of all time, I’ve yet to see any other daemon au in this fandom where I agreed with the choices of animals for daemons this hard

the bittersweet between my teeth by alaynes/ @nicolos

In which Neil Josten is a Time Jumper, and everywhere he goes he keeps seeing one man.

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Neil's throat dried; the sound of keys rang in his ears, but so did his voice.

Andrew Minyard stared back at him, expression inscrutable.

Time travel/reincarnation au. Time travel au’s are always tragic on some level but this one really takes it to the next level with the way it explores Andreil existing outside of time the way they do; my go-to fic when I need to experience an Emotion™️

The Last Warm Hand To Hold You by sambutwithbooks

When Kevin Day warns him that the Moriyamas will send a monster to collect their star investment, Andrew expects something beastly.

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Five Times Andrew Asks Neil To Bite Him and One Time He Finally Does

Vampire au. This is to me the vampire fic of all time; idk something about it is ridiculously romantic in a way I can’t help but love

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Hope you enjoy these anon!

[unusuallysubtext]

I'm a writer with too much time on my hands, excited to see who you come up witb

I am looking for a romantic relationship with any gender

I typically spend my time deeply entrenched in a book or reading some obscure forum for the specific niche I am currently interested in (right now that's the half life game series)

I have shoulder length wavy hair that is naturally brunette that I keep down and my fashion style is whatever is comfortable (Normall byy a black cotton shirt, large black jeans and a watch on my left arm)

I'm good at most mental problems like problem solving (Ironically not maths) and try to help with physical tasks but fail fairly often

Ideal future is any future where I am comftable and with whoever this partner ends up being but would love to settle down in a nice house with a large enough library and expansive garden

Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft Holmes first saw you in Oxford Street's Ruby Jubilee Tea Room.

While it was true that he did not frequent cafés, the Ruby Jubilee was, according to Mycroft, the only worthwhile place to take a break from his steadfast workaholic tendencies and drink tea, as it came with a bonus of observing mere goldfish.

He was in his bubble, they were in their tank.

But you...

Dressed in smart, comfortable (oh! how Mycroft unadmittedly longed for a day where he could match your level of cosiness and ease) oversized jeans and matching black cotton shirt, he watched you delicately hold the teacup to your lips and sip.

You returned to the Ruby Jubilee once a week, and by the third visit, you were vaguely aware of a presence, dark against the ivory walls and milky white furniture with tables laid with lace cloth, and pearly crockery for vanilla cream cakes and Victoria sponges.

You looked to your left to catch the eye of a posh man in a black pinstripe suit.

He smiled softly at you, placing his fork down on a half-eaten slice of cake.

You smiled back, but the connection subsided and you were quickly back to reading.

The next week, sitting alone at your usual table, your focus was broken by a familiar face.

"Good morning. I was hoping this seat wouldn't be taken... Mycroft Holmes is the name."

You introduced yourself, and allowed him to sit down.

That was the first of many more meetings where you would not pick up a novel inside of the Ruby Jubilee, instead absorbed in the beautiful man in front of you and your conversations.

Months later, you were living with Mycroft, in his mansion thirty minutes outside of the London suburbs.

The extensive collections of antique and classic books in the two-story library in the west wing coupled with the expansive gardens planted with roses and archways and a small stream with a little wooden bridge easily filled the hours in your day when Mycroft was working.

When Mycroft happened to be working at home, you would sit in your half of the office with your PC setup and spend time with your video games.

Meanwhile, Mycroft would be coordinating a meeting with the Russian oligarchs about the sanctions on their economy or mediating a borderline war brewing between South Korea and Japan.

However, as soon as Mycroft had a day off, he never failed to whisk you away to the Ruby Jubilee, and gift you with a new novel he had deduced you would like from your previous favourites.

It is an unspoken fact that Mycroft often steals your clothing (hoodies and jumpers) to sleep with or cuddle, or even simply hold and have near him while in the office or sitting room, because it is comfortable.

You ended up buying him baggy jeans and jogging bottoms paired with cotton t-shirts for optimal comfort, but it still took forever to convince him to try them on.

Now he doesn't even blink at his suits when home.

Needless to say, while he may not be one for PDA or excessive touch, he loves you a lot ❤️

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hope you liked it, @friedtoastandegg! tagging @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @that-ace-idiot @the-girl-who-simps-too-much

Your Sherlock Life asks are still open!

[bluegekk0]

what type of food do you imagine the kids will like as they grow older? is milo able to even deal with rich food? also, is there such a thing as the spice trade, and if so, where in the world is its homebase?

thinky thinking

For some extra context about their diet, Vyrm eats mostly meat and meat-based foods, but he's not an obligate carnivore. Though I wouldn't say he's a full-on omnivore since meat is very important for his diet. Grimm is a special case cause he doesn't actually NEED food to survive, though that's due to his body being built rather than fully organic. But for the sake of this point, I'd say he's an omnivore. He really likes fruit, for example. To not make things too convoluted, I go with the assumption that the kids only inherit traits related to his appearance, not inner biology (maybe he included some kind of genetic code that would match his physical traits). So they don't inherit any of his strange quirks related to the nature of his body, but they do share some aspects of his appearance (even those not visible on his final form, like the wings from Grimmchild). In the end, it's one of those "it just works" things, I suppose. So consequently, they would share Vyrm's inner biology, and so that means they would be in the same position as him when it comes to his diet. Non-obligate carnivores. For specific likes? I think Milo would like warm meat stews, they make him feel all cozy and safe. Asta? I could see her being a big fan of pies, meat pies or fruit pies, I think she'd have a bit of a sweet tooth. And Lewk would follow in the footsteps of Grimm, he would love to taste food of all kinds, and I think he'd struggle to pick his favorite.

Yeah I think he would actually need food that's heavy in fats and nutrients, if that's the definition of rich food you're talking about (I'm not too educated on the topic and googling it is giving me a bunch of different answers, so apologies if I got it wrong). Plus he needs more calories, as he's a lot smaller than Asta (as he gets older, he is still going to be much smaller than her, but at that point it's mainly because of Vyrm's short guy genes haha). I wouldn't say he has any issues with his stomach that would make him have trouble with specific foods, his problem is that he didn't get the ideal share of nutrients as he was developing inside the egg, so afterwards he was a lot more frail and needed more care to be able to keep up, kind of like a runt kitten. I do think he would have some health issues that would stabilize as he grows up, he is pretty sickly and weak even with a good and nutritious diet. But it wouldn't have to do with the foods he can eat.

Oh absolutely, the world map that I'm still working on opens a lot of possibilities for trade between the different lands, which would inevitably include spices as well. There are regions which are much warmer in climate than Hallownest and its surroundings, which would mean different types of plants that can grow and flourish. In particular, one of the large cities in the southern half of the map, New Molasses, would definitely be a major part of the spice trade, which would eventually make its way to Hallownest now that it's back on its feet. It wouldn't be the source (or the only source) of spices, there are settlements located in more tropical regions which would have their own unique spices, but it's definitely a massive contributor, in large part due to its connection to the sea. Then there would also be especially rare spices coming from the other continent, but I don't have that many details about that part of the world yet.

[yandere-fics]

if the Oc’s had a week off, what would they do? And I mean no worries or concerns for the entire week. There’s no future meetings Sawyer has to worry about, no quests Elisha has to get to, no of training or Theanna’s shenanigans Abigail has get to. Just a nice week off with their darling. Head empty, only darling.

♡ What They Would Do On A Week Off ♡

♡ Miriel on a week off isn't much different then normal, as a diplomat she can slack off and chose to do all her work in one day then do nothing for a week or two since she's the highest ranking elf within the city, seeing as she's the future leader of the largest village of elves. The main difference is she's complaining about work a lot less. ♡

♡ On a regular day off with Miriel you'll likely wake up, perhaps take a bath depending on what the activities last night were, and she'll order breakfast for you both. Miriel can't cook for shit but she also wants to feel like she's providing for you especially in the morning when she's tired and sappy. Then you'll likely cuddle up on the couch and watch whatever you want to watch. She'll pick her outfit for the day, while making you sit with her, and possibly pick your outfit if you don't already have something you want to wear. After that Miriel likes to go on a walk together. ♡

♡ She might take you out for a small lunch, she doesn't like eating out very much so it'll be something quick then when you get home you'll likely have a bigger snack once you return home. You might have a hangout with your friends but if you don't have any plans for the day then the night will end with her pampering you. This is her ideal day for the most part. ♡

♡ Kassien unlike Miriel, does not get many days off, the demon department is much larger due to how many demons are in the city compared to elves in the city so having a full week off is a miracle for her. Her work days are short so you do still have plenty of time to spend with her but on a day off you'll see how annoying she can get at times. ♡

♡ On an average day off with Kassien then she usually begins the morning by holding you while you sleep since she usually wakes up an hour before you. Once you wake up she's reluctant to let you get up and usually you'll have to kiss her to convince her to let you up. Afterwards she'll cook a simple breakfast, she's not a good cook but she can cook. She would prefer to stay inside but if you've been behaving then she'll take you out and buy you something nice. ♡

♡ She'll probably try to take you somewhere really really nice on her last day off like an amusement park or just somewhere fun and then in the evenings she likes to wind down slowly and just hold you. The amount of time that she holds you depends on if anyone stared at you while you were out. She also enjoys not necessarily renewing the mark she left on you but she likes to lick and suck on it a bit to make sure it still looks prominent. This might last an hour unless you put a stop to it. ♡

♡ Nikki is very lazy on days off. Angels in general have two modes, strict battle mode and lazy. She's very high up so she's usually tense because she doesn't get days off. The first couple days will mostly be Nikki trying to destress and then on the final days she'll actually be able to relax. ♡

♡ On a normal day off, she'll wake up and make sure you have everything you need before she plans out what she has to do for the next day. After she has her schedule for the next day prepared, she'll sit with you and do whatever you want within reason. By that I mean she'll do anything within her apartment, she doesn't like to let you outside but as long as it's inside it's fine. She's less affectionate since she's still tense but she will give affection if you want, you just have to ask. At night she curls her wings around you tightly though. ♡

♡ Once she's relaxed she'll likely sleep in and perhaps she might even meal prep the night before so she can have a lazier morning with you. You might even convince her to eat in bed while you cuddle, you'll get better results with this if you feed her and allow her to feed you. She's more affectionate once she's relaxed and she might online shop for her apartment with you. Her libido goes up once she's de-stressed so do with that as you will. ♡

♡ Nora doesn't even get a full day off unless it's a special occasion, The Boss knows better than to order Nora around on your anniversary. She mostly works at night and rarely does missions while you're awake but it is very exciting for her to be able to relax and sleep next to you instead of having to sneak out at night. ♡

♡ A week off with Nora is very relaxing though she likely won't be talking as much as she normally would since she's just enjoying her time with you. She's normally overly affectionate so there's not much of a difference there, and she'll likely take you on a date every day to strengthen your relationship and make sure you aren't getting bored of her. ♡

♡ Although if she had it her way, that whole week you two would never leave the apartment because the only way for her to truly relax is to make sure she has no pests to take care of around you. She wouldn't want to make you miserable by confining you, but if you'd allow it you two would be staying indoors the entire week, preferably in bed and you wouldn't even try to stand up from her side. ♡

♡ Rudie's job is serial killer since she takes the money of her victims and occasionally takes jobs for people though she often also kills her contractors too so Rudie gets lots of days off. If she's lucky enough at the beginning of the month then she might even get to take the full month off though that kind of luck is rare since usually it only happens when a rich person from another place is visiting the city and usually they're heavily guarded. ♡

♡ Rudie's dream week off is a bit gross because she's gross. She'd likely begin with killing someone who was too close to you and displaying their corpse to gain your approval, then she'd expect you to shower her with affection for it which doesn't really happen but a girl can dream. Then she'd keep you nice and trapped in her apartment and use some of her money to buy some nice things to make your captivity easier. ♡

♡ Rudie is not going outside unless it's to kill someone which means you're not going outside, sure if you ask nicely then maybe you two can go on a date but do you really have the courage to ask for a date when Rudie looks like a greasy feral dog with a knife in it's teeth every time she thinks you're unhappy with her? It's best for her anxiety and your friends and family that you stay inside. ♡

♡ Sawyer never gets a day off because she's running the whole city, though that doesn't mean there aren't days when she's doing less work. There are days when she's either gotten everything done quick and can return to you or days when she can't do anything else for the day because she has to wait for her subordinates to get their part of it done first. She truly cherishes these days, while watching you in her penthouse from the camera is nice, it's nowhere as nice as being with you in person. The only time she gets days off are her heat days and those aren't exactly relaxing because she still has a mission to accomplish. ♡

♡ If she had a week off that wasn't during her heat though then she would take you shopping the entire week and likely she'd even try to use that time to buy a house with you. While she enjoys the penthouse, she would much prefer doing the sappy domestic thing and picking out a house with you. She wants something that is fully both of your choices. Granted she'd renovate the shit out of that place so you wouldn't move in right away but it's the thought that counts. ♡

♡ If she's not doing that then she'd likely want you to talk for hours while she just listens like a weirdo, if there's a pause in the conversation then she'll just tell you to keep speaking even though you ran out of things to say a while back and are now just spouting gibberish to satisfy her need to listen to you. She really does want you to be her kept wife and tell her about all the things you usually enjoy doing around the nice little area she's provided for you. She also would take you on vacation but sadly the spell around the city will collapse if she leaves for a moment. ♡

[mylaureltree]

empty canvases.

stop waiting - cigarettes after sex

“you’re an absolute nuisance.”

“am i?”

“oh, don’t even start,” i seethe, giving it my all to not give in to the temptation of perhaps raising my voice even a bit more, maybe turn around so they can get a good look of what a patient individual i truly am, perhaps a small nudge with the file that is sitting quite unsteady in my now shaky hands.

just a nudge, really. an ‘accident’, if you will.

“oh, please start, i’ve been waiting so long, after all.” their voice carries a hint of that self-pleasure after they have finally managed to push all buttons that linger in me.

i doubt that there will be any left as long as the physical embodiment of my loathing keeps poking on all (yet) available nerves that they find.

honestly, they always find new ways to unwillingly grab my attention and squeeze it so tightly in their palm, it is infuriating.

and almost impressive.

“if you continue to touch any of my materials, i will personally shove them all down your throat. it would be my pleasure.”

laughter is not really what i want.

especially not if it is theirs.

but god, why do i jump everytime that melody rings so soothingly in my ears?

why is it all i want to hear?

that final bark of laughter sounding from them finally makes me face that elated expression with a contrasting one, furrowed brows and pursed mouth, only to quickly steal the small chisel from their hands.

“you have no respect for an artist’s utensils.”

“neither do i respect your work, what does that make me?”

tension grows inside of me, but i manage to breathe out as a way of calming myself, even through completely sealed lips.

“an inconsiderate, untalented fool,” i bite back.

and that gloriously smug grin only widens.

“well, as long as i am your fool, i dont see any issue.”

curse it all.

heart, body, feeling.

all of it.

drifting my head back to my desk, the almost dried-out clump of red clay (that doesn't seem to be taking on the shape i want it to be in) stares right back at me so unknowingly, only making my blood boil to its final peak.

they’re only here to mock me.

because they know that i have no inspiration.

that my mind is full of other thoughts.

tapping my nails on the scratched up wood, my eyes close instinctively to  try another attempt at organizing the mess that is continuing to brew inside my head.

it is only the seventh time today, so it has to work now.

it just has to.

or else i will find myself nearly pulling out my hair again.

and yet, my head just repeats it all.

a laughter resonating the same rhythm as that of a singing sparrow, 

dancing under the sun while fluttering its wings oh so gracefully,

above fields of camellias touched by the hues of rosy skies when the sun sets,

and God, you remind me of the sun.

that nurturing warmth that envelopes me fully and yet stings my skin at the same time.

do you even understand how i yearn for you to feel that same warmth?

for you to overthink every detail of my face like i do with you?

to savor those accidental touches we both share and feel your own fingertips grow numb the moment we do?

just what do you think about?

do you ever think about me?

“didn’t know that you do calligraphy.”

pulled out of my thoughts in mere seconds, i swerve my head back to them.

“... i’m surprised that you even know what it is,” i retort, eyeing their fingers intensely and how they spin the bamboo stick within them, small splats of dried ink decorating the light green stem.

“yeah, yeah, get off my back and show me.”

“show what?

“your amazing kitchen skills. you know what i mean!”

…

God.

i only stare at their anticipating face, hesitating at first.

then it all just melts to a blur, now idealizing a final strategy of trying to clear my mind.

rising from my chair after a few moments pass, the lingering touch of their hand grazing mine burns like fire before i swiftly take the bamboo pen with a light tremor.

dipping the pointed end in ink, my gaze never leaves theirs.

eyes crinkled. confusion? nervousness? protest?

even their smile has faded.

let this work, please.

and as if my hand were now working by its own, enchanted by a spell i seemingly casted myself, i paint their skin like my own personal canvas.

what i see is you.

all over my thoughts, i only see you.

spreading out my sanity with your words and calling it your own, 

words that hold so many meanings to me whilst they mean the simplest to you.

but when i paint on this empty canvas,

you may understand what they all mean to me.

what you mean to me.

[the-big-boss-of-hell]

can't wait to see Aislynn in the blog. Good luck finding her angel

After a quick goodbye, Angel Dust set out on his mission—finding Aislynn. He darted through the bustling streets of Hell, energy coursing through him as he bounced from one corner of the city to the next. He knocked on various doors, asked numerous souls, and even enlisted a few of his contacts, but the leads were slim to none. Each attempt ended in disappointment, and the longer he searched, the heavier his heart felt.

Hours passed and just as he was starting to lose hope, he received a call that would change everything. His phone buzzed with an urgent message from Valentino’s studio—a summons to come in for work.

Angel: *grumbling to himself* Of course. Just when I’m on the cusp of something big, I get dragged back into the grind.

He reluctantly made his way to Valentino's studio, pushing thoughts of Aislynn to the back of his mind for the moment. As he approached the flashy entrance, the chaotic buzz of the studio was palpable. The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses—this was the glamorous facade of Hell’s entertainment industry.

Once inside, he quickly spotted Valentino, the notorious proprietor, lording over his latest spectacle, his imposing figure not easily missed. Valentino was draped in flashy suits and decorative jewels that glinted under the harsh lights, surrounded by a gaggle of workers hustling to fulfill his whims.

Valentino: *waving Angel over* "Angel! There you are! I need you to meet our newest contractee. She’s a real catch. Just what we need to shake things up around here.

Angel’s pulse quickened, an inexplicable excitement stirring within him as he approached Valentino. The thought of meeting a new face brought a brief distraction from his search for Aislynn.

Valentino motioned toward a figure just off to the side, emerging from a cloud of smoke and glitter—an intoxicating mix of allure and mystery illuminated under the soft lights.

Valentino: Angel, meet Hollow! She’s going to be adding a fresh twist to our projects around here. Isn’t she a doll?

As Hollow stepped into the light, Angel's breath caught in his throat.

She was a bit heavy, curvy, with a large rack and had long flowing reddish-brown hair with bright red wings and cat ears and a tail. She also had a surprising air of innocence to her, like untouched snow. But those eyes — black and gold, he knew of two demons with those eyes. Candy and Husk.

“Hollow”: H-hi! Nice to meet you, Mr. Dust. I’ve heard a lot about you.

Angel: *stammering slightly* "Y-Yeah, I get around. You could say I’m a bit of a social butterfly—or something like that."

Valentino's voice broke his reverie, drawing Angel's attention back to the present.

Valentino: "Hollow is here to showcase her “talents”! I know you’ll want to work closely with her, Angel. Make her feel welcome, will you? We have big plans, and she’s going to be a star once he seal is broken~

Angel smiled, but the concern in his heart only tightened.

Angel: *leaning closer to Hollow* You’re really working with Valentino? What brought you here?

Fear and sadness crept over Hollow’s face.

“Hollow”: I got fired from my job and Valentino immediately took over my contract I had with 666 News. She told Mr. Valentino to use me however he pleased.

Angel's expression darkened as he listened to Hollow's words, his initial excitement replaced with anger and unease.

Angel: So, you didn’t have a choice? Just like that, he took your contract? That’s rough.

Hollow nodded slowly, her voice trembling.

“Hollow”: I didn’t want to be here. I was happy at News 666—well, as happy as one can be in Hell. It wasn’t ideal, but at least I had some control. Then Valentino found out I was… well, I’m still a virgin, even here. He saw that as an opportunity.

Angel's heart sank further as he realized the implications of her words. Valentino’s interest in her purity made perfect sense now. In an environment as debauched as Hell, a soul that remained untouched was a rare commodity, and not a likely one for Valentino to let slip through his fingers.

Angel: Wait, you’re telling me he’s pushing you into all this just because you’re… well, innocent? That’s disgusting.

Hollow's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and sadness.

“Hollow”: I don’t know what else to do. I feel trapped. Valentino told me I’d be a star, but I don’t want what he’s offering. I just... I want to go back to my life, to a place where I felt safe. Instead, I’m here, being paraded like some trophy.

Angel furrowed his brow, the familiar anger boiling inside him. He had seen firsthand how Valentino took pleasure in controlling others, using them as mere pawns for his pleasure and profit. Hollow was just another victim caught in his cruel grasp, and the thought made his skin crawl.

Angel: *gritting his teeth* We have to find a way to get you out of this. You shouldn't have to suffer just because Valentino thinks he can exploit you. I won’t let him do that.

Hollow's wide eyes shimmered with a mixture of hope and disbelief.

“Hollow”: You’d do that for me? But he’s… he’s Valentino. He doesn’t let people go easily. And I don’t know if I even have the power to fight back against him.

Angel: Yeah. You shouldn’t be here Aislynn.

“Hollow”: You…know my name?

Angel: Yeah. You’re a friend. And I won’t like a friend get abused.

What Aislynn/Hollow looks like.

[jeon-s-sins]

Forbidden 4 │ Doubts

Chapter’s synopsis : Just when everything seemed to be on track for a dream vacation, things got complicated on your end. After coming so close to disaster, sanity seemed to catch up and take you by surprise, complicating things. It was time to regain control of your life before things got out of hand, and you and Jungkook burned your wings, trying to fly too close to the sun.

Warning : Unprotected sex, a little bit of angst.

Word count : 8.1k

n/a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. Enjoy your reading, and please don’t forget to vote comment, and ask me questions if you have any or share your thoughts 😁.

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It had been a few months since your parents made their relationship official and sealed their union forever with their wedding.

While they were away, you and Jungkook got to know each other better, not just physically. While your respective parents were away on their honeymoon in the Dominican Republic, you and Jungkook acted like an average couple.

Your relationship hasn't been formally formalized. You could say you've decided to behave like an ordinary couple, knowing it will never materialize.

You lived as if nothing was stopping you from living together. Between your wild sex sessions in practically every part of the house and romantic outings, you lived lightly. You enjoyed life as it came.

It's true that after a few weeks of freedom, your parents' return was a cold shower.

It was sometimes difficult for you and Jungkook to keep your distance and pretend that your relationship was nothing more than friendly, even brotherly.

While your parents returned to their respective work routines, you and Jungkook took advantage of your time alone to vent your frustrations.

Picnics inside the house, between two hot moments, you used this time to get together, taking full advantage of each other, knowing that in a few hours, you wouldn't have this opportunity anymore.

It frustrated you enormously that you couldn't live your relationship with Jungkook openly with your parents around, knowing full well that there was a strong possibility that they wouldn't accept your relationship because of your new family situation.

Worst of all, you also had to keep your distance when you went out because the paparazzi were close too.

Most of your outings and romantic dates with Jungkook were meticulously calculated and planned in advance. They were never spontaneous because you knew the risks involved.

You were afraid. Afraid that you'd never be able to fully experience your relationship. Most of all, you were fearful that all this holding back would cause one of you to feel exhausted while the other was still experiencing what you were feeling. That would be heartbreaking and not beneficial to either of you. You didn't want to hurt Jungkook; he felt the same way.

Jungkook could never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, not physically, but emotionally. Which is worse.

For now, you didn't want to think about what the future had in store for you, wanting to enjoy the present moment as much as possible. Christmas was fast approaching. On the rare occasion of a family dinner - just you, the parents, and Jungkook - Jeonseok had announced to you and Jungkook that he and your mother were thinking of spending the end of the year abroad.

That night, you also learned that Jeonseok owned a chalet in the French mountains.

So he said he and your mother would go there for the holidays and hoped that you and Jungkook would join them for a "family trip." Jeonseok and your mother said, "It would be an ideal opportunity to bond as a new family."

Although you all lived under the same roof, your personal schedules didn't allow you that luxury. Jeonseok and your mother were always on the road for their respective jobs, one day at home, the next in a foreign country. Not to mention the fact that you and Jungkook were back in school. He was studying art while you were studying international business, and on top of that, you were on different campuses and hardly ever saw each other.

You and Jungkook accepted their proposal without hesitation. Besides, it would be good for you to get a change of scenery and air. Although snow and skiing weren't your thing, you still wanted to enjoy the postcard panorama.

It's not every day you get to spend the holidays in the company of your loved ones and in a country as charming as France.

In the evening, after dinner and when you were sure that your parents were fast asleep, Jungkook joined you in your room, and you had spent a good part of the night virtually visiting the place where you would spend the last days of the current year.

Jungkook had explained to you the habits he had each time he went to these mountains and shared his memories, both good and bad, and you listened attentively before he asked you what you were doing during this time.

"I didn't often get to spend Christmas or New Year's with my mother because of her work. So I spent them with my friends back in Daegu." You explained.

"We used to travel. But nothing very extravagant. We'd just take a car without a destination and go wherever the wind took us."

Jungkook was ecstatic. He was where he belonged, with you comfortably curled up in his muscular arms.

On the other hand, he loved to see the sparkle in your eyes as you shared your experiences and memories with him.

He was sad to know that, like him, you didn't have the opportunity to share the special celebrations with your mother, but on the other hand, he was happy and relieved to know that, like him, you had people to count on and share the special moments with.

That night, you were so comfortable in each other's company that you didn't even realize when you had fallen asleep. So you dozed off in each other's arms, and as luck would have it, your parents didn't catch you together.

You spent the next few days planning the trip with your parents - whenever possible - before packing your bags.

The moment everyone had been waiting for had finally arrived, and you were finally on the plane to France.

After hours of flying, you finally arrived in France. The plane would land at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris before you set off in cars rented for the occasion.

Courchevel is a ski resort located in the Tarentaise Valley in the commune of Courchevel in the Savoie department in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes region of France.

It is ranked first in the top ten ski resorts in France. You can well imagine the kind of crowds this place attracts.

You don't like winter: it's cold and wet, and you always get sick. A hundred layers of clothes were needed to stay warm despite still getting cold. In short, you don't like winter.

The scenery It's magical and enchanting, but that's all. Every time it snows, you feel like you've gone through a wardrobe and found yourself in Narnia.

You much prefer summer. The weather is nice, people are happy and less stressed, you dress lightly, the days are longer, and you do better things.

You rented cars and went to the ski resort when you landed at Paris-Charles de Gaule airport. It was only Jungkook and you in the car. The parents took another vehicle.

Hours later, you finally arrived at your destination. There was a lot of traffic on the roads, and you even lost your parents.

Jungkook, being stubborn, wanted to avoid listening to the GPS and took a different route. When you asked what he was doing, he said he had studied the roads before you left and found small roads to avoid traffic jams, except that instead of saving time, as should have been the case, you only lost time because the number of times you got lost exceeded two-three.

Ultimately, you drove in circles for a long time to get back on the highway and got stuck in traffic.

You have no choice but to take breaks, whether to go to the bathroom, eat, or stretch your legs. Ultimately, you've spent ten instead of seven hours on the road. After a whole day in the car, arriving at your destination, all you wanted to do was jump in the shower, eat, and go to bed.

You wouldn't believe it, but traveling on the road is tiring. It was more tiring for Jungkook than for you. You wanted to roll over whoever drove at least every two hours, but Jungkook firmly refused.

As if that wasn't enough, when you arrived at your destination, the place was so crowded with cars that you had trouble finding a place to park the car.

No spot was left in the hotel's parking lot, so you had to park the car on the street.

It had been three hours since your parents had arrived, and your mother had called to ask how you were doing. When you told her that you'd taken the wrong road for the umpteenth time, she and Jeonseok laughed.

Half an hour before your arrival, your mother had sent you a message saying that she and her husband had gone skiing and that you'd just have to join them when you arrived.

Luggage in hand, you went to the front desk to check in or at least make your presence known. Although Jeonseok owned a chalet, it was essential for the owners and their guests to check in so they could control who came and went.

"Good evening," Jungkook said in French.

The receptionist was behind her desk, eyes glued to her computer screen. She didn't seem to pay any attention to you. There was a hint of annoyance on her face, but as soon as she took the trouble to look at you and her eyes landed on Jungkook, her features changed.

You could see that she was giving Jungkook a head-to-toe makeover, bordering on lip-licking. From that moment on, you knew what was going to happen. And just the thought of it made your blood boil.

She had never spoken to or even glanced at you during their exchange. It was like you didn't exist.

Jungkook didn't do it intentionally; it was innate in him but hurt you a little. He leaned over the reception balcony to talk to the young receptionist.

During your many exchanges with Jungkook, you'd noticed that he was usually attracted to women a little older than himself. Based on your assumptions, she looked a little older than the two of you, between her late twenties and early thirties.

You didn't want to show it, but you couldn't hide the jealousy starting to creep up on you.

Especially since she was open to Jungkook's charm and vice versa. As for Jungkook, he no longer paid any attention to the receptionist. She was pretty, tall, brunette, slim and friendly. But nothing more. Especially since he knew of your presence by his side and nothing else interested him.

You had flowed into his life like the water of a magnificent waterfall, with the sun's rays caressing the surface and creating a beautiful and calming rainbow.

That's how he would describe you if anyone ever asked how he saw you. You had brought not only joy but color to his life.

Not that his life was dark, but as an artist, it was natural for him to find beauty and poetry in everything that surrounded him and affected his life.

Jungkook was very handsome. He was sexy with his thick accent as he spoke to the receptionist in French. You were well aware of that. And it frustrated you that another woman was also witnessing that.

"We're here for the Jeon family cottage," Jungkook said.

"Your name, please." The receptionist gave him her best smile and batted her eyelashes, hoping to get more of Jungkook's attention. "Jeon Jungkook." He says simply.

I stepped back a little to give him more space; after all, he was the one who did the check-in.

"Ah, Mr. Jeon, welcome to our station. Your parents arrived a little early and warned me of your arrival. They took another chalet from you and your…"

Only then did the receptionist deign to look at you. On the other hand, the look she gave you made you angry. It was pure judgment and contempt. How could someone look at another person like that? Especially when the person in question had never done anything to her?

It was a question you'd ask yourself and have yet to get an answer to. But this time, you had a slight idea why.

It showed like a nose in the middle of a face. Of course, she was interested in Jungkook. But unfortunately for her, she wouldn't have the chance to be in your shoes because you were holding on tight and wouldn't let go.

"… girlfriend."

"Little sister." Jungkook rushed to correct her. Once again, with Jungkook's correction, the woman seemed to relax and become more friendly towards you.

A smile even appeared on her lips as she looked at you. As a woman, you knew when a smile was genuine or not. The smile she gave you was neither gracious nor benevolent but somewhat relieved.

It was as if, now that she knew you were Jungkook's "sister," she told herself she'd finally had a chance with him.

You, on the other hand, had smiled at her. It wasn't a sincere smile but a fake, tense one.

You told yourself that if she could fool Jungkook, she couldn't fool you. You were a woman, too, predatory in your own way. More subtle but still predatory.

In a way, you were selfish and possessive. Granted, Jungkook wasn't yours, and you haven't put a label on your relationship. But for the moment, given the more than fraternal relationship you both had, you told yourself that Jungkook was yours and yours alone.

"Have a nice stay with us. And if you need anything, just ask for Coralie, and I will gladly help you". She handed the key to Jungkook, who thanked her with a big smile.

He picks up his luggage and some of yours and heads for the exit. With Jungkook's back to you, you took the opportunity to get closer to her.

You had yet to tell Jungkook, but you could also speak French, probably even better than him.

You've always been interested in learning languages and cultures other than yours. You studied English, Spanish, and Portuguese throughout your school career, not forgetting French.

You looked over your shoulder again to see where Jungkook was. When you noticed he was no longer at the reception area, probably waiting for you outside, you took the opportunity to talk to the receptionist.

"I may be the little sister, but he already has a girlfriend." That was the jealousy speaking. You are the type of person to be jealous and quite possessive without being extreme.

"She won't be too happy to hear that another woman tried to get her hands on her fiancé." With that, you walked over to Jungkook without giving the receptionist time to retaliate. But judging by the look on her face, you'd hit the nail on the head. It was wrong, but you were proud of your shot. Many people think you're naive because you're kind and gentle and avoid conflict as much as possible. To many, kindness is synonymous with weakness and naivety. But this is far from the case. You can be sweet and kind and still be a nasty bitch when you want.

Yelling and making scenes are pointless. It's just a waste of energy, saliva and oxygen.

Your maternal grandmother used to say: "There are two kinds of dogs in the world: those that bark, but when faced with conflict, run away with their tails between their legs. And those who are quiet but bite without restraint or remorse as soon as they're challenged."

Humans were the same way.

The chalet that Jungkook's father had chosen was on the top of a hill, and according to the photo on the brochure that the receptionist gave you, you'd have access to a view of the whole village.

If you picked up the car where you'd parked it, you had to drive two kilometers before reaching the chalet.

It was vast and wonderful. Although its wooden structure had to withstand the different seasons, it was completely intact.

The light coming from the chalet was dazzling. The magnificence of the place was breathtaking. It's a two-floor chalet, although you don't need some of that space. You were staying a little short.

The rooms must have been brightly lit with all the windows and skylights during the day.

When you entered the chalet, you were blown away by the decor. The room's primary colors were dark gray, light gray, and white, in addition to the brown of the wood. They worked well together.

A large L-shaped sofa in the middle of the room looked very comfortable. In front of it was a wooden coffee table with a dark gray handkerchief box, a black metal lantern, and a clear glass vase with a fake plant.

On either side of the coffee table were four poufs, two of which had light gray cushions.

In the middle of the room was a large white carpet.

There were also dark grey curtains on the windows, while teardrop-shaped pendant lamps stood in the middle of the room, just above the coffee table, illuminating the whole room plus the other lights coming from the other lamps.

Behind the sofa, to the left, was the dining area with a long table and an open kitchen.

To the right were metal stairs, presumably leading to the bedrooms and other amenities of the chalet.

French windows were just in front of the stairs, giving access to the outside.

As you walked through the French windows, the view was simply magnificent. The perfect view was simply breathtaking.

A multitude of lights of many different colors illuminated the village, breaking the darkness of the night. Yellows, pinks, purples, blues, and greens brought the town to life, along with the distant sounds of locals and tourists.

Fir trees glowed brightly while snow covered the ground and roofs. The village had a collection of small huts where locals sold knickknacks and food.

As you passed them on your way to the chalet, Jungkook explained that the French organized Christmas markets yearly.

This event occurred at the same time every year, from November 26th to December 24th. People came from all over the world just for these markets. They weren't just in Courchevel; they were all over France.

It was a magical sight you must see at least once, especially since it's not practiced in other countries.

"Admiring the view, I see." Her forearm rested on the railing of the terrace.

When you turned around, you could see Jungkook going down the four steps that led to the big, wide terrace.

You took this moment to look at the rest of the decoration. There were two deck chairs on this wooded terrace, and barely a meter away was a swimming pool.

"It's all so peaceful." You replied. "And so restful. I don't think I ever want to leave here again."

Jungkook erased the distance between you before standing before you, wrapping his arms around your hips, and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You turned around, still in his arms, facing the view in front of you again, and settled comfortably against him. With your back against his chest, you looked at the panorama.

Jungkook imitated you by resting his head on yours.

"I had Dad on the phone. He and your mom are back at their cottage getting ready. We should do the same before we join them. They're inviting us for dinner."

You had no desire to move from where you were. In Jungkook's arms, you were peaceful in such a beautiful, postcard-worthy place. But you couldn't neglect your parents, even though they were still in that honeymoon mood.

Reluctantly, you separated to get ready for the restaurant.

When you arrived, your parents were already seated. He was waiting for you, sipping a glass of wine.

During the evening, you discussed your parents' honeymoon and what you planned to do during your stay. Unfortunately, your parents won't be able to stay for very long. Unlike you and Jungkook, who had a two-month college vacation, your parents only had a few days to relax before resuming their lives as businessmen and women.

Ultimately, their plan boiled down to soaking in the hot tub and skiing. On the other hand, they gave you the choice of returning to Busan with them or enjoying France for a little longer.

At the end of the evening, when you had all returned to your respective houses, you and Jungkook enjoyed a cozy evening on the sofa in the living room. You watched movies and ate junk food you bought on the way home.

A Pirates of the Caribbean, Pacific Rim, and Transformers marathon followed. You've seen these movies a million times.

You didn't know if it was the same for other people, but as far as you were concerned, you had movies you could watch repeatedly without getting bored. These three movies were among them.

After ten in the morning, you join your parents for breakfast.

"Oh, I know a couple who partied all night." Your mother laughed at you.

You both had big bags under your eyes while pale as a ghost. Not that you'd seen one, but you got the implication.

"A party, you bet. We had a movie marathon." You replied.

"You're right. You're young, and you should enjoy yourself." You hadn't lived under the same roof as Jeonseok for long, but he seemed like a cool dad the few times you'd been around him.

You didn't think you'd ever be able to call him that, but it wouldn't be impossible to think of him that way. After all, you and your mother were a package deal. So, by signing the marriage contract, Jeonseok committed himself to be the father figure missing in your life. The same was true for your mother: By signing the prenuptial agreement, she had committed herself to being the mother figure Jungkook was missing.

However, it wasn't a matter of replacing the missing real parents but instead of taking on the role that was rightfully hers through marriage.

As planned the day before, Jungkook, your mother, and Jeonseok all went skiing.

You stayed in the chalet as you did not like the snow or the cold. All three tried to convince you to join them several times, but you were determined not to go.

Preferring instead to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. You didn't want to buy them in Busan, knowing that they would probably take up space in your suitcase, so you decided to buy them on the spot.

Taking advantage of their absence, you borrowed the rental car assigned to you and Jungkook to drive around the neighboring towns.

You had spent at least an hour visiting the shops in the village of Courchevel, but you hadn't found anything interesting. Moreover, you took advantage of the nearby towns to visit and play tourists.

Finally, after many hours of visiting and a long hour's driving, you were back in the warmth and comfort of the chalet.

On your way back to the chalet, you noticed that the place was empty - Jungkook was probably still skiing. So you took the opportunity to have some time to yourself.

While visiting the other villages for the day, you went to a store called "The Body Shop" and bought a set of body scrubs, perfume, hand cream, shower gel, body butter, and yogurt. You purchased three sets: mango, strawberry, and banana. You wanted to buy more but thought you would need more room in your suitcase.

In addition to the box, you bought bath bombs and essence oil with strawberry, mango, banana, rose, and lavender.

A few months earlier, Jungkook had bought a lamp that projected a galaxy effect onto the walls, and he'd been crazy about it ever since. He couldn't live without it and took it wherever he went.

He borrowed the lamp from his bedroom dresser to set the mood in the bathroom.

With the water running freely and filling the tub, you turned on the violet mist and a few drops of lavender essential oil.

As you stepped into the bathtub, flute of champagne in hand, your gaze riveted on the distant landscape afforded by the large tinted window that ran from the floor to the bathroom ceiling, you reflected on what had happened over the past few months.

Strange how your life had taken such an unexpected turn. You could even say that meeting Jungkook had turned your life upside down. First, meeting him when he was a guest at the hotel where you worked went beyond your principles. You'd been working at the hotel for a few years, and it had never occurred to you to fool around with a guest. And God knows how tempted you'd been. There was no shortage of good-looking men.

Jungkook was an exception. You didn't know why, and to say that you regretted it would be a lie.

Since you had come to live with your mother and new family and discovered that none other than Jungkook himself was your future half-brother, that hadn't stopped you from continuing what you had started on the island.

Surprisingly, from the beginning of your risky love affair, you shared a bond that you hadn't shared with any of your other boyfriends. You hadn't had masses of them, just two or three before you met Jungkook.

And that was frustrating. You needed to find out where your relationship with Jungkook stood. Considering your new social status due to your mother's marriage to her father, you were now related to the same family.

Of course, there was no blood relationship, but people loved to spread rumors and judge what they didn't know. So, your relationship with Jungkook was kind of forbidden.

This meant that even if you got along well on a relationship level, the development to becoming a couple and possibly one day getting married or just sharing a life together was stolen from you even before you met.

So, one question kept running through your mind. Was it worth pursuing this relationship - whatever it was at the time - when you'd probably never get the chance to grow together?

Or was it better to end it before you and Jungkook's feelings became even more profound than they already were?

You didn't allow yourself to speak on Jungkook's behalf because you didn't know if he had any feelings for you that would lead to a romantic relationship. You said from experience when it came to yourself.

You'd felt your feelings for Jungkook deepen and become more severe for a few days now. It was getting perilous.

You had no choice but to end it, but when and how?

You didn't want to do things halfway. You had to do it right because Jungkook is a good man. He's always been good to you from day one. So you had to be right with him and do the right thing.

It was decided. You were going to have a talk with Jungkook to find out his point of view. That day had not yet come. For now, the most important thing is to enjoy yourself while you have the time and opportunity.

They wanted to let the holiday season pass and see how things went. Speaking of the wolf, you were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even noticed the presence of another person in the room.

"I'd give anything to know what you were thinking." A male voice bursts in, startling you and almost knocking the champagne flute into the bathtub.

"Damn, Jungkook, don't scare me like that." You put your hand to your chest and tried to regain control of your breathing and calm your heartbeat.

"Sorry, baby." The pet name made you weak.

Jungkook leaned in before planting a kiss on your lips.

"So why was my lover so focused that she didn't notice my presence?"

What could you say? At least not the truth, at the risk of ruining the family vacation and the playful mood Jungkook was definitely on. "Nothing. I was just looking at the beautiful panorama in front of me." Which wasn't entirely untrue.

"Oh." He said with a smile. "Make some room for me, beautiful. That way, the two of us can look at it."

In no time, Jungkook had taken off all of his clothes before joining you in the bathtub.

Before positioning himself behind you so that you could get between his muscular legs and your back, which was glued to his front, Jungkook turned on the "bubbles" function of the bathtub, turning it into a jacuzzi.

"So, how was your day?" You'd docked the conversation, eager to know what he'd been up to while you were gone.

"Nothing special." He kisses your temple as he wraps his arms around your body.

"Went skiing. Had dinner with the parents. Went skiing again. Here I am in the company of the beautiful woman who haunts my thoughts all day long."

Jungkook was a true romantic at heart. At the slightest opportunity, he couldn't resist making sweet little remarks that sometimes made you cringe.

You weren't someone who played on the emotional court. You had great difficulty expressing your feelings, especially verbally. You were more interested in actions and small details than acceptable words and promises.

Jungkook, on the other hand, juggled both to perfection. He was equally comfortable with words and actions. He was thoughtful and paid much attention to details that were just that: details. It was one of the things you liked about him.

"What about you? What have you been doing?" His hands caressed your arm before wandering over your belly to your breasts.

"I-I was walking around the village." You had trouble articulating correctly because of his caresses.

"Yes." His warm breath crashed into the hollow of your neck as Jungkook leaned in and planted wet kisses on it.

Your hair was in a disheveled bun. Jungkook knew precisely what effect he had on you, and he played with it shamelessly.

"What now?" His kisses accompanied his caresses on your chest, causing you to lose your train of thought.

You had told him, with some difficulty, what you had done. Remembering your little foray into the other neighboring villages. "What you've done is perilous, sweetheart. Imagine if something had happened to you." Although he was reprimanding you, he didn't stop caressing you.

"Besides, you didn't warn anyone. If something happened to you, I'd die of grief."

"It's a shame you didn't join us. We would have had a great time together." He continued, stopping his kissing sessions and keeping his hands in the hollow of your belly.

"I know, Koo. I told you, skiing isn't my thing."

"Why not? Bad experiences?" He couldn't have said it better.

"Yeah."

"Tell me about it." There, you'd teased his curiosity.

Just by remembering the event, you were still cursing that damn day. "It was nothing out of the ordinary. I went on a ski trip with my class when I was in the ninth grade. During the trip, we had lessons to learn how to ski. I remember being very excited about the idea, but my excitement didn't last long. I couldn't control my speed as I was going down a hill. When I tried to brake, my feet got caught, and I soon found myself on the ground. Jungkook's movements told you that he was giggling.

"That's not all. I rolled down the few meters to where the teachers were before stopping at the foot of the monitor. As a result, I had to rush to the emergency room and ended the trip locked in my room with my right arm and leg in a cast. Talk about a fun trip." And with that comment, Jungkook finally burst out laughing.

"Hey, it's not nice to laugh at other people's misfortune." You turn around and face him before straddling him.

"What? You'll tell me you've always been a perfect skier and never had an accident?" Immediately, his face changed as the laughter died. "Ah, we're not so smart anymore. Spit it out. I want to hear all about it."

"That's a story for another day." Jungkook hides his head in your neck as if that will change your mind.

"No, no, no, mister. You laughed at my story. I want to laugh, too." Your hands cupped her face as you lifted her head.

"You know there are times when you're cruel." He complained as his eyes closed, and a smile appeared, revealing his buck teeth.

"It's okay. It's nothing I can't make up for later." You played a dangerous game here.

You liked to play with fire and knew you would get burned on the wings and everywhere.

"Come on, Kook. Just tell me. I want to know." You shook him by the shoulders, your body moving as you did so, your intimacies rubbing against each other.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have a tough time remembering what happened, and I'm more likely to do something much more interesting." Jungkook licked his lips and thought about what he could do to you.

"But since you insist, I'll leave what I have in mind for a few minutes." Jungkook put his lips to yours to give himself courage, taking advantage of your calmness. He was sure that you would laugh at him in a few moments.

"It was two years ago. I was on vacation, and I'd taken advantage of my father's absence to invite my buddies to the chalet. One day, we decided to go skiing. Everything went great. We did some cool tricks and even filmed some. We decided to call it a day in the early evening and go inside for a few beers and some video games. I was speeding down the hill because we had made a bet that whoever came in last would buy dinner, and you know me, there's nothing better than free food. So, I wanted to ensure I was the first to reach the chalet. But I didn't expect to find a group of old people learning to ski at the end of the run.

Who learns to ski when they're closer to death than anything else?" "Jungkook!" You were shocked, but his comment was funny, especially since you weren't expecting it.

"What?" He laughed. "It's the truth. Whatever. Of course, besides being close to death, they had badly forgotten to turn on his hearing aids. As I slid along, I approached the grandmas and grandpas, trying to warn them I was coming so they'd get out of the way. But nothing worked. In the end, I had to veer off my path to avoid hitting them, except that I hit a lot of pine trees. Ultimately, I didn't have time to slow down and ended up nose-to-nose with a tree."

"Oh. My. God." You imagined the scene very well in your mind, which made his story even funnier.

No doubt, if you had been there and witnessed the scene, you would have laughed so hard that there would have been no point in going to the bathroom. You would have emptied your bladder on yourself. Of course, you would have tried to see if Jungkook was okay after laughing.

After a good laugh, there is a comforting silence in the room. When your laughter finally stopped, you looked fondly at Jungkook.

When you looked at him, you didn't expect his face and expression to have changed so radically. You expected him to smile, but it was just the opposite.

Jungkook wasn't angry or anything like that. He was just pretending. He was trying as hard as he could to wipe away the silly smile that was trying to settle on his lips.

His attempts seemed not in vain when your laugh shifted to chuckle before turning into the beautiful smile he loved so much slowly faded away.

Jungkook's gaze was darker, and he ran his tongue over his lower lip. The atmosphere in the room changed. Jungkook's gaze burned your skin.

His eyes were fixed somewhere on your chest. As you followed his gaze, you noticed that because you were sitting on his lap, the water no longer covered your chest, and he had a perfect view of your breasts.

You looked at his face and noticed he was already looking back at you. Your mouth began to dry while your breathing became a little faster.

Jungkook's hands landed in the middle of your back while the other found a place on your cheek. He put a little pressure on your back to bring you closer to him.

You put your hands on his pecs to keep your balance and not lose, slip, and risk bumping into him, hurting yourself before your mouths are back dancing together again.

Your forearms rest on his shoulders, and you tangle your fingers in his hair. Your tongue demands access to his, which he gives you immediately without hesitation. His manhood rises, standing between you, trapped between your bellies.

As you grabbed his cock in your hand and started to jerk him off, Jungkook threw his head back and let out a mixture of moans and groans simultaneously. This made your heart beat faster. You knew that with these sounds coming from between Jungkook's lips, he was letting you know that he liked what you were doing and encouraging you to keep going.

Automatically, Jungkook would sink into your hand like he was sinking into your pussy. And you took the opportunity to tighten your grip around his hardening member.

Through the water, you could see how reddened and swollen his cock was from the excitement and your care.

"Harder, baby." He pleads.

You liked to hear him moan. Knowing he was vulnerable beneath you made you feel powerful.

Jungkook grabs your ass with full hands, kipping you close to him while controlling your hip movements. Moving you slightly to one side, Jungkook brings your pussy into direct contact with his thigh. As your hips moved, the pleasure increased, causing you to lose track of time and space. The only things keeping you grounded were the movements of your hand around Jungkook's cock and your bodies pressed together.

"That's it, baby. Keep fucking my thigh and chase the pleasure."

And in a few strokes, Jungkook moves your hips back to your previous position, lifts you up, and you've got his message. That's when you position his cock at the entrance to your pussy before he sinks into you.

Your hearts beat in unison, like two different melodies that form a beautiful piece when played together.

Jungkook was gentle in his caresses and movements. Unlike other times, this time, he wasn't just trying to chase your mutual pleasure, but this was, first and foremost, a moment of connection.

Jungkook was very sentimental; unlike you, he believed in everything, like destiny and soul mates.

He was convinced that the moment you spent in each other's arms when your two bodies were connected as one also allowed your souls to connect.

The heart in his chest swelled as emotion overwhelmed him. He allowed himself to be consumed by the gentle warmth that settled in the pit of his stomach.

He touched your neck and brought your faces together before gently resting his forehead against yours. Your lips were parted, and you let out a few soft moans.

The pleasure you felt was intense yet gentle at the same time. Jungkook's cock caressed your walls, kissing your most sensitive inner part as you moved.

As his hands caressed your back, yours found refuge on the nape of his neck while your fingers played with a few strands. His hand finished exploring your body by settling on your butt, and as he cupped them with his full hands, he helped you move on his cock, keeping up the pace.

Your lips found refuge against each other. The kiss was as slow, gentle, and deliberate as the rest of your movements.

Never had any of your intimate moments been so - intimate. You'd kissed and fucked many times before but never had such a deep, gentle feeling settled in either of you.

Jungkook pressed our foreheads together, and our breaths became intertwined.

"Babe, I don't think I will last any longer." Your movements speed up, and Jungkook moves his hips in sync with yours.

"Open your eyes, my baby. I want to look right into them when we come together." His breath caressed your lips, red and swollen from his care.

You open your eyes again, meeting his, dark and burning with desire. It didn't take you long to come.

You clung desperately to him as if your very existence depended on it.

You tried with all your might to respect his wish, keeping your eyes locked as you were overwhelmed by the ecstasy that overcame you. But the pleasure was such that you couldn't.

As the waves of orgasm coursed through your body, your head tilted, but you quickly ensured you were back in his gaze.

Jungkook also surrendered to the pleasure that was burning inside of him. However, he never let go of you. The more you submitted to the pleasure, the more he tightened his embrace around you. It was as if he feared you would disappear like a mirage in the desert once he surrendered to pleasure.

You could feel his cock pouring into you, imprinting your walls with his DNA. You became one, and for a while, Jungkook would remain present inside you.

With a smile on his lips and the afterglow of pleasure still present on his features, Jungkook greets you as you slowly but surely come down from cloud nine.

"Hi," his hand caresses your face as your eyes refuse to let go.

You don't answer. Lost in this intense moment. The emotions you were feeling were washing over you like ocean waves.

The moments in his presence only intensified your feelings, but you knew they had been taken from you before he had time to belong to you.

A forbidden feeling that existed without you even having a say in the matter was present inside you and had been with you throughout this moment of intimacy between you and Jungkook.

In fact, this feeling had grown so much inside you that the lack of space had almost spilled out.

"I L-"

Luckily, you'd managed to pull yourself together at the last minute before the bomb had time to explode and cause much damage.

But Jungkook wasn't fooled; he knew you were about to say something important, something he already shared with you.

A small glimmer of hope had even taken refuge in him, and for a brief moment, he had told himself that tonight, he would finally have proof that you shared his feelings. And he'd vowed that even though it would take time and energy, he would do everything he could to make things official in the eyes of his parents and the whole world, no matter what they thought.

But his dream and hope were cut short when you decided not to go through with your confession.

Jungkook was disappointed you didn't give in to the milliseconds of courage that had gone through you. He would have loved to hear you say those three little words that wanted to escape from your sweet, delicious lips.

But he also knew the weight and stakes that would follow that revelation and understood why you abstained. So he respected your decision and didn't point out this little incident - which in his eyes was no incident.

Gently move away from him, leaving his lap to sit in your original place in front of him. With this gesture, you put some distance between you.

After this near miss, you needed time to think about what you would do. Everything was confused in your head. You didn't know how to separate the multiple one-night stands with Jungkook - even if they were repetitive and always with the same man - and take the opportunity to cleanse your emotions.

Mistakes like that had to be avoided in the future to keep you and Jungkook out of trouble.

Remember that your relationship with him was a story with no future. For God's sake, he wasn't just anybody. He was the son of the man who had just married your mother.

After many years of suffering and hard work, your mother had every right to have a happy married life after the great disappointment that was your father.

As they say, there are many fish in the sea, and Jungkook isn't one of them. At least, not for you. So before it was too late and you got all tangled up, you had to clean your mind before you had more heartache.

Jungkook was worried about you. You'd been carefree just a few minutes ago, and now you were lost in thought. With your eyes glued to the water filling the bathtub, Jungkook wondered what could be going on in your head to make you like this.

He could feel that the air had changed. The sensual electricity filled with mutual desire was replaced by a coldness. He didn't know where it came from, and he didn't appreciate it.

Did you regret sharing an intimate moment with him? It wouldn't have been the first time, but it might have been the last, and Jungkook wanted to avoid that at all costs.

On the other hand, you seemed determined to clear your head, take a step back from everything that had been going on in your life lately, and try to find a solution.

Admittedly, it wouldn't be easy for you to find common ground in your - whatever you call it - relationship, and you wouldn't come out of it unscathed, but it was much needed.

Now that you'd come to terms with it, there was no going back. It was all for your own good. You're good, but Jungkook would have a different vision.

"I am tired. I think I'll go to bed." You step out of the tub, wear a robe, and leave the room.

"Okay. I'll finish cleaning up and join you." Surprised, Jungkook didn't know what to say. So he let you go.

He got worried when he saw that he didn't get any reaction from you. "Baby? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, don't worry. I'm just tired." You say in a low voice that Jungkook would have had trouble hearing if it wasn't for the silence in the hut. The room was cold because there was no heating. You hadn't planned to be in this room, but the current circumstances differed from when you first set foot in the hut.

The room was dark, with only the glow of the village lights and the moonlight as a light source.

The room wasn't huge; it was just a little smaller than the master suite you were supposed to share with Jungkook. Tonight, however, it looked huge.

The bed was cold, and even though you'd finally turned on the heater and found yourself under the covers, you still lacked an essential source of warmth.

Jungkook's warmth.

You curled up in bed as tears streamed uncontrollably down your cheeks. Your chest ached from controlling and stifling your sobs. You didn't want to risk Jungkook hearing your cries and asking questions about the cause of your distress.

After leaving the bathroom, Jungkook was surprised to find the bedroom empty. He approached the bed and put his hand on the side where you used to lie when you slept together, but it was cold.

He had looked everywhere for you, and even though it was terribly cold, Jungkook had even gone out onto the terrace to see if you were there. But you weren't. So he went to the only room he had yet to check.

The second bedroom.

As he pushed open the bedroom door, even though it was dark, Jungkook noticed a figure lying on the bed. With baby steps, he approached and saw you.

"Baby?" But you didn't answer.

When he brought his face closer to yours, he saw that you were sleeping. But something called out to him. He turned on the bedside lamp to ensure he'd seen what he'd seen.

Your precious cheeks showed traces of dried tears. Your eyes seemed a little more puffy than usual.

What the hell was going on? Why weren't you in your shared bed? And why were you crying?

Did he hurt you while he was making love to you? Because let's face it, tonight, he had made love to you.

Why had you suddenly become distant? What should he do now? Take you back to your shared bedroom or leave you here?

Jungkook was in a constant state of debate in his head.

Ultimately, he decides to do nothing and returns to his room. Tomorrow would be another day, and Jungkook hoped this was just a short phase and that everything would return to normal soon.

"Good night, love." He says before exiting the room after tenderly kissing you on the lips.

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what do you expect, want, think H5 will be like? any ideas?

Oh man, so many. None of them are very organized right now, and they're all based off my memory of things H has said/done recently, and rumors online. But here are some of my thoughts!

(Also it's gonna get a little parasocial with a whole lot of speculation.)

I have to shout out some sources here: this one that breaks down all the clues on the formylasttrick website and this one keeping track of the rumors/theories that people have so far and also this one detailing some "insider" rumors about the release of the first single/video

In short:

People are picking up big 70s vibes, references to disappearing, references to magicians/magic tricks, some rabbit hole references, maybe something about Biblically accurate angels, etc.

I've also noticed Halsey referencing some things a lot in their social media posts. Spiders were a theme of the orchestral shows they did at the beginning of 2023 (merch was sold with the phrase "the life of the spider") and H recently posted an Instagram spread that included a photo of a spider on a piano with the caption "me writing." They've also posted more than one photo of herself in wings, specifically butterfly wings and angel wings. These posts often came with references to cocoons or rebirth.

Halsey has been going through it lately, and I think a big part of why they stepped away from social media so much is because they needed to grieve privately. Their relationship with Alev, their health struggles, the death threats and SWATting scares - I think their relative silence and distance in 2023 was to protect the space they needed to heal and grow while going through a lot of tough shit. And I think this is going to be a very vulnerable album as a result, because she's had time to try to process things with a bit more distance from the public eye. This album has also been hinted at as being "A2" - aka similar to Manic in that it's an Ashley album, and not as much of a Halsey album. Less dressed up in a concept or a specific aesthetic and more abstract and reflective of a her as a complex person.

Because of that, I really have no idea where the genre is going to go, or if we'll be able to really pinpoint an exact aesthetic or vibe. Manic is - intentionally - a very all over the place album, and I think we could be hearing a similar theme with H5.

It's interesting, because one of the things that happened in the lead-up to Manic was that Halsey changed her mind. The "Nightmare" video was the first place Manic was ever teased. For awhile, H was talking about making a really angry, punk-rock, feminist rage album. And then things shifted for her, and the vibe on Manic ended up being completely different - so much so that "Nightmare" didn't find a home until IICHLIWP. And I think something similar might have happened here.

If you asked me eighteen months ago, before Halsey and Alev broke up, I would've said that I expected a fully pop album, in the vein of "So Good" and this song snippet they posted on TikTok. It really seemed like that was where they were headed. But then 2023 happened, and I think things changed. Based on the little hints we have, I think this is going to be a more 70s folk rock kind of vibe.

What I don't think it will be: a pop album, anything hip-hop/rnb a la HFK, a hard rock or industrial album, a cohesive concept album like IICHLWIP, HFK, or Badlands.

I would personally love to see something a little more stripped down. More guitar, piano, violin, less synth and vocal mods. I've kind of already had my ideal producer for H - it'll be very hard for anyone to beat Trent Reznor at this point, for me. Would be wild if they worked with Lido again, lolololol. It'll be interesting to see what direction they take for the production style.

So yeah, I don't have any really hard and fast theories, other than I think this will be a really vulnerable album, it likely won't be pop (like it first seemed it might,) and it will likely have 70s influences and the references I mentioned up top.

On the bright side, if the insider rumors are correct (and a lot of times, they are, "insider" usually just means "this celebrity's manager") we won't have to wait too long! There's allegedly going to be a single and a video to go with it in the second half of February!

[kazeofthemagun]

@cursedfortune asked the summoner:

"Hunter..." There was a question upon her tongue, one that lingered. A rare moment of hesitancy from the witch as she mulled over her question. One she no doubt had been pondering for a time now. She glanced over her shoulder to him from where she stood by her plants, watering them one by one down the row. "When the day comes that you are victorious with your purpose, when you overcome Chaos itself... what will you do then?"

Did he even know what he would do, or did it seem so far away that he couldn't consider it? Would he keep living, or give up that immortality and move on? If she was still alive, would he stay - or would there be a second headstone upon her property?

His name of choice being spoken had the Hunter's gaze meet that of the Witch, inquisitive coal mingling with cool blues. A question lingered in the woman's tone as she formulated her thoughts, a sudden pause in her mundane routine.

And so, he paused as well, sensing the rare hint of uncertainty, an almost-shyness coming from someone scarcely prone to such trifle things. It intrigued him, eyes and ears open and ready to listen to whatever it was that troubled her mind.

Chaos' name, driven like a wedge in the peace that existed in the moment. Chaos, its existence, and his life's purpose - just what would he do, should he and White Cloud finally slay the beast, she asked. When they finally slay it, not if. He noted the trust which she held in them both, both a comfort and a stark reminder there was no alternative path forward.

Failure would condemn all life as they knew it, after all. The path ended, not in deep water to cross, nor in thorns to burn, but in a sheer cliff. A cutaway point, a worst-case scenario. The abyss.

A certain melancholy crept into the Black Wind's gaze; Solemnity, yes, yet also tranquility. He took a moment seemingly to stare off into the treeline, where the garden met the woods - a moment of thoughtful consideration before he spoke.

"...Many years ago, to the one who saved my soul, I promised one thing."

The deep, soft rumble of his voice turned once again to silence, a hand extended just past the shroud of his cape to welcome an insect which sought a landing point. Rotating his wrist, he observed the brief visitor before it spread open its wings and soared once more. The iridescent glimmer of its carapace disappearing into foliage, hiding from his eyes its rainbow hues.

"I do not believe violent things that outlive their purpose can find a place in peace. Neither can the dead that are risen, against the order of all things." The Windarian mused, knowing the Witch would understand. If anyone would, it was her. Her, whose purpose was not bound to a single place, nor a single being, but encompassed the workings of the very universe until the hands of time themselves ceased to turn.

Her, who had outlived so many and would carry a graveyard inside her for the rest of whatever yet remained. A necropolis far greater than even the Endless White desert inside his spirit. Even if she did not come to slay as many with her own hands as he might - she would bear witness, and be forbidden from striking him down. And she would carry on, even when the old dragons had fallen.

"And so I have made my own peace, in that very promise: That at the end of things, I would wage war no longer."

Kaze fell silent, finding the Witch's gaze once again. Though there was time yet, so much time, he had always known he would pass before she did. If there was ever peace after Chaos fell - what need would the universe have for the Gun and the Sword, hm? And maybe, just maybe, his soul would still be his own enough to deserve a resting place among his people.

...To deserve to see her light again, and know that she had not forsaken him. Always steadfast in her ideals, seeing the best in one accursed by life itself. Then again, had she not, he feared to think just what he might have become.

But so long as he held onto their promise, he could make this doomed life one worth living. He could only hope the Witch never came to love him enough to falter when his time was due, but the prospect of voicing such a concern seemed silly.

He was sure she would be alright, in the end. Having a task to see to its completion did wonders for longevity.

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

DJ WAS A MAN.....OR MAYBE HE WAS.......A DRAGON MAN.....OR MAYBE HE WAS JUST A......DRAGON!!!!

BUT HE WAS STILL----DJJJJJ!!!

(Do people still think about Trogdor? Anyway.)

Reposting now that they're colored. DJ as a dragon! Something I've wanted to do for awhile but couldn't figure out how to get his multi-limbed look to work. I had thought of doing something like the proto drakes in WoW, where the wings are more like the front legs and they have a secondary set of stumpy arms. But today I finally figured it out....FOUR WING-ARMS.

Not...quiiite sure I like the markings. He's basically my mer-DJ but as a dragon. Eh. If I end up doing anything with this I'll probably tweak the design later. :3

The pattern on the underside of his wings resembles spiderwebs, so he's known as a Spider Dragon to his enemies or a Song Dragon to his friends (and to the reader, huehuehue).

His flames are magenta, and even when he's not breathing fire the inside of his mouth often glows to varying degrees. Because I have ignored his glowy mouth for TOO LONG and that is a CRIME.

The Lil' MMs exist in this world as sort of..."lesser" dragons. I hate to call them lesser but I'm not sure what other term to use. But they're still small enough to perch on a human's shoulder. They usually have a pack bond with a larger dragon. It's debated if the larger dragons are keeping the minis as pets or familiars, but as is my usual DJ thinks of them more like siblings, though the exact nature of their relationship has no direct translation to human tongue.

But what of the reader? Dunno quite yet, but they're probably a human. Poooooosssibly with a dragon ancestry they've yet to discover which will allow them to take dragon form from time to time. (A form which would probably be slightly larger than a horse. Bigger than the minis but still much smaller than DJ.) Perhaps this latent dragonblood is what also allows them to speak to DJ, after a time? Because a language barrier of some kind is another semi-requirement for my DJ AUs, ideally in a way that keeps him from having a "human" voice. (Ie, he's mute, or he speaks in an inhuman language that the reader eventually learns to understand.)

I'm amazed the second pic came out better than the first?? The proportions in the second pic are much closer to what I was trying to do, esp with the head and neck. I also usually struggle to draw muzzles when they're open like that.

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[virescent-v]

Seaside succulent loveseat

Seaside: Ideal date? I'm kind of classic. I love a good meal, in a comfortable place where it's easy to have a conversation. Or something fun like a carnival or bowling alley, an activity that makes it easy to converse, but there's breaks here and there to help combat any (first few dates) awkwardness. I don't think the movies are good for a first date or two solely because I dislike people who talk during movies and the whole point of the date is getting to know one another. I'm not materialistic enough or snooty enough to think dates have to be these extravagant adventures. Just something casual and fun.

Succulent: What are you looking forward to? My birthday is in March and I usually take off work for two or three weeks every year and do a big trip. Last year I went to Spain and Ireland for three weeks. This year? I haven't planned yet, which is giving me a little anxiety, but it's also kinda of fun knowing I'm just going to likely end up winging it a little. I'm thinking maybe Scotland or going back to Ireland for a little bit. I loved it there.

Loveseat: Describe your ideal house: I want a house not connected to another. (There's so many row homes and townhouses around here, and I don't want that. I want space between me and my neighbors. I don't want to have to worry about being loud or having to hear them). I want a big open space for the kitchen, dining room, and living room. I want a decent sized kitchen. A lot of my friends and family flock to the kitchen during events and I would love to host things. The places where everyone should be hanging out. I want an office/library for all the books I can get my hands on. I would love for me and my partner to be able to have our own spaces to do whatever we want with. I'd turn mine into a gaming corner and art corner and it would be messily organized, just like the inside of my head. Our bedroom would be a decent size, and walk in closet with all of our stuff. Jacuzzi bathtub in the master. One guest room. I love having people over, I just don't have the space right now for that. I want a yard, but nothing too large. (I hate extensive yard work, but I love cutting the grass). Just big enough for a dog, some outside furniture to hang out around. I want a lot of trees around. I'm not really picky about it all, really. As long as I eventually get out of this silly little apartment one day.

[floridareptiles]

How to deal with wounds on a bearded dragon

One of the most famous issues with upsetting looking astonishing snake prospering is the bet of impaction. Impaction is caused when your reptile can't manage its food, hence causing a blockage of the managing social events. This is customarily achieved by lacking normal conditions and an ill-advised eating plan. Before you run off to the vet, a few home fixes have been shown to gain genuine headway in minor cases.

Coincidentally, terrible making is the head wellspring of impaction inside beardies, this issue can arise in even exceptional settings. For instance, expecting you have protected a reptile that had a serious stomach-related issue early, its managing parts will without a doubt becoming impacted later on down the line, paying little psyche to what the steady conditions it is living in.

"In any case, how might I say whether my reptile is impacted?"

The crucial thing you will find in an affected amazing snake is a shortfall of craps. Enduring you contribute energy every open door to your pet, you will see when things become "clashing". Bristly Winged snake More fiery beardies should pass stool fundamentally reliably by temperance of the monstrous degree of bugs they eat. bristly winged snake open to be purchased Adults, clearly, may on a very basic level go once every 7-10 days. Yet again this depends upon your specific winged snake and what is "standard" to them. Enduring your adult will be near around fourteen days with essentially no turns of events, you could have an issue.

Another wonderful sign of impaction is feeling the stomach of your pet. Feel for any strange characteristics or hard spots. Yet again accepting you regularly handle your pet, it will be considerably more clear for you to close the way that their stomach should feel when extraordinary. dull merciless looking amazing beast You ought to moreover consider how much food they are eating.

A brumating winged snake will not eat a ton using any and all means, consequently not speculating that they should pass a stool as regularly as could really be anticipated.

A more serious case would on an exceptionally essential level disdain your pet's turn of events. brutal looking winged snake open to be repurchased leg loss of movement is an ordinary consequence of an impacted psyche blowing monster. If you notice your beardie's back legs aren't moving, or working, get them obviously to the vet.

"I think my shaggy-winged snake is impacted. How could it be that it very well may be really smart for me to reply?"Here is the cycle I have used to help with excusing two or three affected reptiles all through the significant length: Quit guiding them bugs

Outfit the reptile with a few drops of vegetable or olive oil through an eye dropper. If you can't mix them to swallow the oil with close to no other individual, have a go at mixing it in with unsweetened customary thing purée.

Run a lukewarm shower and grant them to sprinkle for all intents and purposes 30 minutes.While sprinkling, circumspectly rub the stomach from nose to constantly vent.Get freed from them from the shower and put them under the thriving light.Rehash on different events reliably until the impaction passes.

This framework has ended up great for me as of now. Soon, if your beardies haven't passed the impaction a couple of days after this treatment, then, at that point, move them to a vet immediately. What this approach does is help with hydrating your pet while loosening up the impaction through the waist back rub and oil. You could have to serious solid areas for divert during this time too. Offer youth food instead of the standard serving of salad greens, and be sure they are getting a lot of fluids. Pedialyte and Gatorade turn out ideal along these lines.

Bristly unimaginable monster prospering is a reasonable thing to hold in line expecting you know what to focus in on. Regardless, even the most experienced specialists run into a phenomenal issue on occasion. Then, having a few tricks open to you will end up being helpful. These tips won't just rankled another vet bill, yet keep your pet strong and delighted by interfacing with you to take action rapidly. Everything thing you can oversee is to contribute energy to your pet generally, this way you will quickly see when something isn't convincingly on with your reptile.

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