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[scivors]

Andre Nikto head canons

We have little information about Niko but here's what I've gathered..

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Genuine head canons:

Andre Nikto (Никто) is a (scary) Russian military man, roughly 193/194 centimetres (when you compare him to Simon's height) He suffers with acute dissociative disorder (better said DID) yet is still serving the military cause of how he preforms during battle.., so the military still views him as a ideal soldier for combat despite his disorder..

No hate but from what I've seen in some art works claiming it's his "face reveal" you people have to understand that under his mask, his face is disfigured.. so, no he won't be an attractive super model under that mask of his..

I don't think you people are aware how badass Nikto is as a character, almost SIMILAR as Ghost who's in the military for the same reason as everybody else, to risk their life.

Although judging by Nikto's voice lines, he doesn't care who he's killing..if it were up to him, if his teammates serve him zero purpose he'd care less if they die..(after all, you're just a target..) but being a professional, he can't allow that to happen to his teammates

If you look up closely, Nikto wears a military uniform that is different from everyone else with MP-0 written on it. Now if you don't know, MP stands for Military Police (enforcement agencies connected with, or part of, the military of a state.) and zero next to it meaning "nothing" and this is important which is what Nikto refers himself as..

Yeah so about that..

I have a theory about Nikto's nickname

After being captured and brutally tortured with whatever sick tendency mister Z had in store for him. It was Mister Z that couldn't really get much Information about Andre.

They would start torturing him while repeating to Andre that he's nothing, he's no one, what he is is nothing but what he is is everything. Those words play in the back of his head and they never seen to go away.

(This is extremely relevant cause Mister Z tried to get to know a bit of Andre by looking through some research come to find his citizenship and language are censored making him a nobody. Keep in mind, if he found any information about Andre viewing from personal life etc. it will be used as blackmail..)

After recovering his scars and taken to therapy after 7 years he was diagnosed with DID

NOW moving on to the DID part

(What I said about the fact that people overlook Nikto's disorder, I mean it..

Some don't really write about his disorder which is fine but when someone does it gets messy. )

Alters aren't easy to deal with, it's actually gonna haunt you till the day that you die cause there's no cure for it. And in Nikto's case it's from PTSD and Nikto is very aware of his alters..

Let me tell you how Nikto's disorder affects him. Switching can be consensual, forced or triggered, Nikto values silence as much as the next person cause he's dealing with much inside his head already. The kind of guy that would "watch TV" while dissociating with a 100 yard glare with very slow blinking and a slight headache..

There are times where his personalities would correct him when hes referring to himself (example: I'm up..(his personality correctes him) WE'RE up..)

"He made us do this" (and other voice lines I can't recall..)

Maybe cut bits of an apple with a knife and eat it while watching TV..

He has medication prescribed for him but he didn't wanna depend on medications cause they're just drugs..they're nothing to him but just drugs..

He has dissociative amnesia too, sometimes he would wander around confused maybe even annoyed. The amnesia appears to be caused by traumatic or stressful experiences endured or witnessed..Although the forgotten information may be inaccessible to consciousness, it sometimes continues to influence behavior

Like I said he likes quiet people, someone who doesn't waste their air on small talk..

Example; don't really talk to him about the weather, unless you have something interesting to say but if the conversation is gonna go nowhere , don't talk..he finds that a waste of time

People assume just because he's Russian that he likes vodka, he doesn't like vodka...-He doesn't like any alcoholic beverage cause it makes his problems a lot worse,...maybe If you were lending him some as an offering, he'll take it but he has SOME self control, he's okay with coffee, though..

It's relevant cause he stays awake at late hours since he finds it difficult to sleep, he'll stay up late with no music, nothing, just a silent room. It doesn't matter if he tries the military tactic where you just close your eyes and turn off your thoughts, it's very different when you have voices screaming inside your head...

Despite everything he's still intelligent, so being smart + strength + sharp reflexes and you got yourself a criminal

Death doesn't phase him, but to him death is like sleeping, he's not scared of death considering that he's been through hell those past few months.

He likes the simple things, don't complicate anything..because he's quick with catching an attitude..be blunt and forward and stumble over your words..

Nikto shows confidence in the battlefield,just like König, except he has a high rush of adrenaline and will laugh at the enemies death.

Fun fact: in this one comic Price calls Nikto "psycho"

And it's without a doubt that he is one.., a sadistic, sociopathic, psychopath

After splitting, his alters can and will get more aggressive and do more harm and damage to others cause they're doing the most at protecting the host.. (depending on the alter, some wanna protect him while some wanna hurt him)

Oh by the way about the intelligence part, I mean he has a good good memory with remembering faces..

He doesn't like people looking at him funny, he'll get angry really fast and annoyed at the same time.., he won't show hesitation when it comes to approaching you and asking you what are you looking at (it's like trying to avoid eye contact with a homeless man Infront of a store, that's how scared you would be)

He's slow with jokes or any form of humor that you throw at him??? You'll be excited to tell him a joke, and when you do he just looks at you and tells you never to do that again..,or just straight up tell you he doesn't get it...??? and probably trying to explain it either he gets it or not he'll still tell you that it's not funny

He doesn't argue, or he does? Arguing with him will costs you avoiding getting objects thrown at you so you can get out of his sight..tragic, now you have a teammate that hates your guts and won't apologize for it.

[houseofhyde]

thinking abt aemond falling in love w blind!reader.

pairing. aemond x fem!reader warnings. no use of y/n, enemies to friends to lovers, ableism, so much fluff, a little bit of smut, angst (who said that). no mention of the reader's physical description. wrote in one sitting, no edit, we die like real men. wordcount. 3.1k (this was meant to be a short silly drabble) hyde's input. couldn't get this out my mind so, naturally, i'm making it your problem too now. enjoy, muah x disclaimer ! i'm not visually impaired but i do have several family members who are, to different degrees, and i've tried to stay true to what i remember them describing it like to me. the reader in this is completely blind, however, and that is something i do not have any experience in. please, if you feel anything about my portrayal is wrong or offensive, kindly let me know and i will happily fix it <3

the first time you meet is a few days after the events on driftmark.

with his new disability, the septa encourages alicent to change his usual lessons alongside his siblings for ones held with a couple of other impaired children of highborn status living in the keep.

aemond, of course, protests.

nearly kicking and screaming.

yells at his mother that he doesn't want to be thrown in a box with all the other "broken toys".

he ends up going anyway, dragged there by a handful of guards.

sulks throughout the whole first week, sitting alone in a corner.

and he would've continued to do that forever, if you didn't invade his space.

aka sit down next to him and offer him a book.

"go away," he says, the pout on his lips pointing lower to the ground.

"i don't want to," you refute.

"i won't tell you again, go. away."

"who are you to tell me anything?"

it leaves him speechless, because,

who is he? seriously?!

he thinks you have to be some sort of idiot to not recognise your prince

the following days go the same as the first

you sit near him and hold out a book

he tells you to go away

sometimes you listen

(not without first making it clear that you're moving because you want to, not because he told you to)

other days you don't

you just sit there next to him

staring blankly ahead

not even attempting to open the book that sits in your lap

one day, when he's feeling particularly short on patience

(he had his first sparring lesson with ser criston since losing his eye and it went awfully, each hit and stumble he took to the ground made worse by the echo of aegon's laughter ringing out throughout the whole courtyard)

he asks why you never read that book

"are you an idiot, or something? can't you read? is that why you're here?"

despite how smart he is for his age, he seems to not see the irony in him judging you for being part of an impaired group, as if he isn't also right there with you

such introspection would require acceptance of his loss first, and aemond just isn't ready for that.

"i can't read," you confirm

"because you're slow"

"no."

"then why?"

"i can't see the pages," it's the first time he notices that you're not looking at him. you're trying, face turned and eyes pointed in his direction, but you're staring past his shoulder, "i can't see anything."

he feels guilty,

wretched,

and the sickest twist of comfort.

because he understands

or at least he tells himself he does

because he can't see anything either - out of his missing socket, that is.

the other eye can see perfectly clearly how you don't even flinch as you speak about your disability

and that's when the jealousy takes over.

"then what good is it carrying around that stupid book?"

he says it because he wants to be mean.

so mean that you run away and leave him alone to sulk forever more.

but you just sit there, shrug your shoulders and shift the book around in your palm,

"i like to feel the weight of it in my hand. plus, you never know when you're going to need throw it at someone"

he bites his tongue before he can ask how you can hope to hit a target you can't even see.

the hostility remains

for months, years.

but you sit near him,

he stops telling you to go away,

you still offer the book out to him.

he learns your name.

not because he wants to

but because the septa calls it out one day in the classroom

and you're the one that answers to it.

the first time he sees you outside the study room, you're all alone, none of your father's guards around you,

and that's what really makes him stop in his tracks.

"what kind of lord leaves his daughter to wander blindly around the keep?" he almost says with his usual disgust,

until he notices that you don't have your book

and you're crying.

despite his own discomfort, aemond tells himself he has to comfort you.

because he's thirteen, almost a man.

and what kind of respectable man leaves a girl to cry all by herself?

he wipes your tears with the sleeves of his doublet, waits patiently until your breathing slows, then he speaks,

"what happened?"

"it's you," you say it softly, almost like you can't believe he's the one comforting you.

"it's me. now tell me what happened?"

"nothing," you tell him at first,

until he demands the full truth in the name of his father, king viserys targaryen.

"i overheard my mother speaking to my father about me. i didn't mean to! i just wanted to show them how i memorised the path from my chambers to theirs, without an escort. i wanted to prove that i can be useful, and good, and not a burden. i heard them through the crack in their door. she wants him to send me away to join the silent sisters. she says i can't see, so i may as well not speak either. but my father won't listen. he says i'm his daughter, and that he will not send me away. he loves me too much, i worry he'll hate me for it one day."

that familiar guilty feeling creeps in,

the one he's felt lingering on his skin since the day you told him of your visual impairment.

he's suddenly so aware of the fact he can see you,

and your tear-stained face,

and the shades of blue in your dress.

"where is your book?" he asks.

"i dropped it, whilst running through the halls. i just wanted to stop hearing them, i didn't want... i didn't mean to cause any mess, i'm sorry."

in an act that surprises even him, aemond takes your hand in his

and pulls you both to your feet.

he slowly leads you along familiar hallways, turning corners he's turned a million times.

"where are we going?"

"trust me."

you know he's taken you to the library the minute he opens the doors, a whiff of old books hitting your senses.

he guides you to a book shelf, puts your hand up to touch the exposed spines

and tells you to move forward.

"stop when you feel it's right."

you stop after four steps.

your fingers grazing over a book titled Matters Of The Heart: a Compilation of Fictitious Stories on Love and Beauty.

he pulls it out the shelf,

guides you both over to a bench,

open the dust covered book,

and reads to you.

the following day, when your father's guards guides you down next to aemond in the study room

and you hold your book out to him

he takes it,

shuffles a little closer to you,

and softly recites the words off their pages.

from that day forward, you become an infamous pair in the keep.

the one-eyed prince and the sightless girl,

never one without the other.

aemond becomes your shadow, always two steps ahead or behind you.

you pick out books in the library

and he reads them to you both.

he brings you down to the courtyard

and watches how you flinch each time the clack of wooden swords rings out.

it drives him to be better,

learn to see more in his opponents than even two eyes would allow,

just so he can watch how the smile stretches across your face each time he tells you he won.

you grow so close that one day, the king invites your family to join the royals for supper.

aemond tries not to care that you end up sitting so far away from him at the table.

at least he can look down it and spot you seated at your father's side, he tells himself.

when dinner ends and music starts to play,

aemond ceases the chance to sneak away from his seat and steal the empty one by your side, both your parents having stood to speak with the king.

he brushes two fingers along the back of your hand,

a private, tactile language only you two can speak,

one that tells you it's him, without him even having to say a word.

"prince aemond," you say, and he instantly hates hearing you address him so formally. "you look handsome this evening"

"and how would you know that?" there's no hint of the malice, the mockery he once used to speak to you with, back when he was angry little boy and you were a stubborn girl.

now he's a man of fifteen years and anger is far from something he feels next to you.

he watches you shrug and the smile that he likes best - cheeky, playful - slips onto your lips

"my mother won't stop bringing it up. dashing, she said."

"is that so?"

"mhmm. but she also says my father should offer me to your father and have us both wed, what with our cripple-like qualities making us unsuited for any other lord or lady, so, really, what does she know? for all i know, you're the most hideous thing to walk the keep and i should feel blessed that i can't see you."

"imagine how i feel. i still have to see you."

"oh, the horrors! well then, my all-mighty seeing knight-in-eye-patch, would you lend me your sight one moment and tell me."

"tell you what?"

"do i have anything in my teeth?" you bite back your laughter as you open your mouth and put your pearly-whites out on display for him.

he doesn't even care if the sight is unlady-like

or if anyone else at the table has noticed.

he's too busy laughing along with you and telling lies of how a massive piece of veg is stuck between your upper front teeth.

aegon is as aegon has alaways been,

a thorn in aemond's side,

and he makes no exceptions when it comes to you.

he can't help but laugh at you both

mouth stained with wine as he saunters up and leans his face down between you both.

"isn't it amazing how, between you both, there's only one eye that actually works?"

aemond bites his tongue, like he always does when it comes to his brother.

you, however, aren't quieted so easily.

"oh, so amazing! do you know what's even more amazing? how the stench of you always announces your arrival."

it's the first time aemond feels it.

that flutter in his chest.

and once it starts, it doesn't seem to want to stop,

he seeks you out most hours of the day

and thinks of you when he's not with you.

when he notices the bruises that litter your arms

from bumping into corners and walking into walls

he has a cane made for you, to help you more safely make your way through the keep.

it's the greatest gift he can give you: the freedom to walk your own path.

one day, as he's telling you about the recent flight he took upon vhagar, you ask him what the sky looks like.

"well, it's blue"

you blink at him, wait for the ball to drop.

"but you wouldn't know what that means"

he tries to think of something else, a different way to describe the vastness of the sky

"have you ever ridden upon a horse?"

you nod your head

"have you ever ridden fast upon a horse?"

you nod again.

"that feeling, when you're gripping at the reigns, and the horse's hooves beat against the ground like a drum, and the wind takes no mercy on your hair, and, for a moment, there's this... warmth of possibility, anticipation, right here" he guides your hand to rest atop your chest, on the side that your heart rests. "that you can leap and beat any obstacle in your way, and for a moment the world is open, and vast, and limitless. that is what the sky looks like, the perfect place to race upon horseback."

"except you're on a dragon."

"well, yes, but find me a horse that has wings and i promise to take you riding up in the sky one day."

you ask him to describe more things, more often.

the forest.

the iron throne.

the sea.

vhagar.

each book he reads you.

till one day you ask, "what do you look like?"

he tries his best.

he tells you about his signature targaryen hair,

and helps guide your hand up to touch it.

he tells you about his pointed nose,

and guides your pointer finer up to drag itself down the length of it.

he tells you about his jawline,

and lets you feel that part of him too.

"and your eye?" you ask.

he doesn't say anything

but he does peal off his eyepatch

and guide your hand up to run down the length of his scar.

"what does it look like?"

"gross."

"that's funny, because it just feels like skin. is all skin gross?"

"no but this skin... it's damaged."

"i feel something. it's hard," you murmur, as your nail traces over the curve of the gemstone that fills his socket.

"it's a sapphire."

"a sapphire?"

"yes. it's like a precious, shiny, smooth, blue rock."

"what about the other eye, the one that's still there?"

"what about it?"

"what does it look like? what colour is it? eyes have colours, don't they?"

"they do," he says, gazing into the hypnotising shade of your own, "it's blue."

"the sky, the sea, your eyes. i think blue might be my favourite colour."

he falls asleep that night with a smile on his face

his heart relieved that you never asked him to put into words what you look like,

because there simply aren't enough words known to man,

be it in the common tongue

or high valyrian,

to describe how beautiful you are.

he tells you as much, when you do eventually ask.

in the fallout of storm's end, soaked to the bone and regretful,

it's you who his legs carry him to

your chambers, to be exact

it doesn't even cross his mind to care that his knocking at your door awakens you

he doesn't care, loses all ability to do so when he collapses into your arms

"i made a mistake," he tells you, when you ask what's wrong

"that's okay, mistakes help us learn better."

not this one, he thinks

you're so gentle with him

and your skin is so warm against his cold

that he can't help himself

his lips find yours.

his hands find your hips.

his breath gets lost somewhere between you both.

but that's okay,

you're all the air he's ever needed.

he feels selfish, when he guides you over to your bed.

and he knows he should tell you what's happened,

what's changed.

he knows he shouldn't be touching you with hands that are stained by blood.

but he's desperate,

and he's breathless,

and he's so frighteningly in love with you.

"please, aemond," it's you who begs for more.

it's you who tugs on the leather of his jerkin.

it's you who pulls at the cotton of his shirt.

it's you who he gets undressed for.

you both wind up naked upon your sheets,

limb tangled with limb.

"i wish i could see you," you tell him. "but i don't need to see you to know you're beautiful, aemond. i feel it, in everything you do for me."

so he lets his own eye shut.

decides he doesn't need to see you either,

not like this, his skin tainted with the smell of the rain, and his dragon, and the velaryon boy's scream.

and the truth is, he wants to take you like this.

he wants to be cruel, and damn you to a life by his side.

but he looks at you,

naked beneath him,

lips swollen with his kisses,

the shine of your own arousal peaking out from that space between your thighs,

and all he sees is the girl he read stories to.

the girl who swooned and awed over every cheesy line about a knight,

and all his knightly honour,

loving his lady in the way that's deemed right by the gods and the lords.

and aemond just can't bring himself to defile your honour,

not like this.

so even as you whine,

and moan,

and offer up your maidenhead on a platter of your unapologetic beauty,

the prince just continues to edge at both your own pleasures,

hips grinding back and forth,

lips tangling with your own,

voice whispering nos, and we can't do thats, and not yets.

"tomorrow," he promises, the spill of his pre-seed smearing along your pelvis with each stuttered thrust of his hardened cock against your soft skin, "i'm going to ask your father for your hand."

"but, how?" you sound so pretty, he can't help himself and lets his eye reopen, searing the haunting image of you naked and pliant beneath him into his mind's eye.. "your mother... she said you flew to offer your hand to one of the baratheon girls."

"what i promised lord baratheon was a targaryen prince, and i intend to keep that promise," he speaks with so much conviction, skipping over the events of his nephew, and his dagger, and his joyride in the sky. "daeron is a boy of sixteen, he can have her. but i, i will belong to you."

the will to leave you, maidenhead still intact, somehow finds its way into his heart

he doesn't fail to leave you sated, however,

his finger dancing along the pretty pearl that has you whining his name and losing your mind upon the mattress.

he keeps his word,

wakes not with the urgent need to discuss last night's war-inciting events with his mother

but with the burning desire to find your father and win his approval

he doesn't find him in his quarter of the keep.

or in the training yard.

or in his seat at the small council.

what he does find is his fear stricken mother,

his stoic grandfather,

his giggling brother.

"aemond, what have you done?"

he doesn't answer

they already know what he done,

the whole realm likely knows, his half-sister too.

so he asks what he really cares about,

asks where your father is.

"he's gone," his mother answers.

"after he heard about your business with lucerys," aegon continues. "the traitor's taken his family to dragonstone and bent the knee to our bastard-bearing cunt of a sister."

so yeah that's what i'm thinking about.

anyway, goodnight <33

[intutive-peechu]

Tarot reading 💜

Pick a pile : How your partner will viwe you in relationship

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Pile 1. Pile 2.

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Disclaimer : hello everyone it's a pick a pile tarot reading for you all . Please take it lightly , do let me know how was the reading . And if you think that reading didn't resonates with you , you can leave kindly . And Please like , reblog and comment below .

Note :- This is a general reading, it may or may not resonates with you . If you are thinking that your pile doesn't mach, so you can choose another one . And if someone is not inrested they can leave 🤗💜.

Pile 1.💜

Cards pull off : Nine of pentacle, king of pentacle, the fool , four of cups , page of cups !

Hello pile 1 🤗, hope you guys are doing great let's start your reading . For some reson when I pull out your cards and fool jump out I ended up saying No. 1 so your partner will find you perfect for them . You are someone who is ready to take risks and open to new beginning with open arms , it's like always prepare for whatever life will throw your way , and they admire it in you you are independent and hardworking who is always putting efforts in everything they do , you Don't need somebody who will pay your bills you are capable to do it and they love this quality in you . It's make them to do everything for you cause they know you Don't need them for anything and yet you choose them .they viwe you as someone knowledgeable who knows what they are doing very well , but they see it that when you missed out an opportunity you feel stuck and Don't move on time . But they are there to let you know that you should let it go that there will be another more fulfilling opportunity in future. They LOVE your creativity, your youthful energy , your Romantic side . And they think your intuition is strong and it does helps you alot , they are in awwwww for you my pile 1. Hope you like this reading thank you soo much pile 1.

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Cards pull off : The sun , hanged man , knight of swords , queen of swords, The magician

Hello my pile 2 💜 welcome let's start your reading. The time I started to shuffle that SUN card junp out . They see you as their sun shine who lights up their world . They find you their dream come true and see you as marriage material for them. They admire that how good you are in decision making ( Some of you might be studying law and thinking of being a judge or it's just you guys are naturally good in decision making.) They adore that whatever you choose for yourself or other is always right ( even if you are not sure and have doubt about things in your mind but they got this impression out of you ) always striving for success so this pile can be a lil bit workaholic but I'm getting it for just some of you . You always speak what is in your mind you don't play and don't let others play with you too . They respect the power you hold the way, you are always there for your loved ones to fight for them , the way you fight for justice. You are very skilled person in whatever you do ! ( something with hands was coming strongly maybe the work you do like you are dress designer or you are in crafting, cooking, or physiotherapist). You are someone filled with wisdom and is mature and have this wild area of prespective. But sometimes you have to suspend your actions because not everyone battle is yours so Don't fight for everyone! At the end they find themselves really lucky to have you in their life , you rule their heart and they love it . That's it my pile 2 , hope you like it 💜

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[jillsandwhichs]

Secrets

Chapter 8 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

Pairing: F!Reader x Revelations Jill Valentine

Summary: You and Jill visit your homophobic parents house and to them, you and her are simply friends. Between you and her however, you're so much more than that

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Secretly dating

WC: 3.6k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Indications of homophobia, Making out, Hickies, Biting, Jill sniffs your panties, You ride her thigh, Some choking, Dirty talk, Oral (Jill receives) and Overstimulation

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The evening has been wonderful, all things considered. Your mother made a lovely dinner and your father made great drinks. It's been good overall. You enjoy nights like these. By nights like these though, you mean nights with Jill.

You and her have been planning this night for the last few weeks. She's been so very busy with work-she is an agent for the BSAA-so you two aren't together as much as you'd like to be. But when you two are together, these masks you have to wear are unbearable. You only ever have to keep up this facade around family, but still, you're a grown woman and you shouldn't have to! But you must, you don't want to lose your mother and father, they mean so much to you.

Around your parents, you and Jill play off a story where you are simply best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. You two play it well even. You guys have inside jokes, are playful, compliment one another and even talk about boys-which never fails to make you ill. But alas, you two play it off amazingly. They've never questioned it. Your mother has asked you if you're gay and you've always replied with, "I don't like labels." Which she's never understood but also has never pried about.

Your dad is a lot more leniant. If he were to find out about you and Jill or that you're a lesbian in general, he would have to be the one to put your mom at ease. She is an almond mom, a religious mom and of course, a tradtional mom. You'll never judge her, you love her! But it's no lie that she's far from open minded and is set in her ways. Ways that should've been left behind decades ago.

Anyhow, you all just finished dinner and it was tasty.

Your mother made some steaks, pasta and green beans—a true classic. It was refreshing to have a home cooked meal, especially one that you often ate growing up. Jill never has meals like this. When she's always off at work, it's prepackaged garbage that she somehow manages to muster down. During dinner she even said, "A million times better than the pigsty I eat regularly." Which earned some chuckles from your parents. They really do like Jill, it's nice.

"Mom, this was really yummy, thank you." You thanked your mother. She smiled kindly and nodded. "You're very welcome, both of you. It was so pleasant to see you again, Jill, she raves about you so much." Jill slightly blushed-she always has these deep rosey cheeks whenever she's with you. "Really? You're always raving about me?" "Mhm." You murmured as you giggled. You nearly lost your breath as Jill's hand groped the inner side of your thigh sneakily.

You cleared your throat as you also thanked your dad. "The drinks were also good, thank you dad." "Anytime baby, I love making them." Your dad was a bartender for a very long time so he's most definitely skilled.

As your mother stood up, Jill moved her hand away from your thigh and watched her. She began to go around the table and pick up each empty plate and glass. Your father also stood up and made way to the living room, either to watch TV or to read, either or. "Would you like any help?" You asked your mother. She chuckled and declined, "No sweetheart, I am okay with washing these up. How about you show Jill the guest room-you are staying correct?"

You hadn't planned on it but hell, why not? It beats driving an hour back to your apartment and you miss your bedroom here. Although, you most definitely won't be showing Jill the guest room but rather your bedroom.

"Alright then and sure, I can stay, I miss it so why not? Come on, Jill." You stood up and pushed both of your guy's chairs in. "Thank you for the dinner and your hospitality, Ms." Jill said softly to your mother, standing beside you. "Anytime." Your mother smiled and waved, going back to the dishes and focusing on them. You caught a glimpse of the cross set directly above the kitchen table. It made you feel weird. You spent your whole childhood having religion shoved down your throat and now, you're the complete opposite of what your parents want you to be.

Whatever though, to hell with it-literally.

You and Jill made way to the staircase. You two passed by your father, who was dedicated to the TV, focusing on whatever random TV show was on. Your bedroom has always been upstairs. Your bedroom has only been touched up a little bit since you moved out. It looks like teenager girlish and more modest and adult like, as it should be. Your mother has made it into a second guest room but she still refers to it as your bedroom which you prefer anyways.

"I've never seen your room here." "Mmm, well-" you looked around the upstairs and back down to make sure neither of them would hear you. "Well baby, it doesn't look the same as it once did but I can show you pictures." "I'd love to see." Jill chuckled, staying beside you as you opened the door to your room.

It looked rather average now. The best part about the room is the large window to the side of the bed. You remember spending most of your teen years just sitting there and either reading or watching videos on your laptop. You always loved it, especially in the mornings. You'd watch the snow fall, or the rain. You'd see a lot of wildlife too such as birds, deer and random little bugs. You miss it a lot. Your apartment doesn't even have a bedroom window. Guess that's what you get for going so cheap.

The bed was made nearly. It had multiple pillows on it with grey sheets and a white duvet seat. The floors were vacuumed nicely. Your dresser and TV from your childhood remained the same and in the exact same spot. You even had some of your old stuff stuffed in boxes in the corner of the room by your closet. The walls are still the same beige color they were when you were just a girl. You always hated how plain they were.

Jill admired your room. She touched everything and looked at it all too. You're confused by it but you let it go on. Besides, she looks hot when she's concentrated.

You sat down on the end of your bed and began to take your flats off, tossing them to the other side of your room. Jill noticed and sat right next to you, doing the same except she was wearing black combat boots which God, made her look good. "Did you enjoy the dinner?" "Aside from having to hide my homosexuality in front of your parents, yep." You scoffed at her remark. You wish it didn't have to be this way. You want to be honest with them, but you're fearful of disownment. You love them too much to suffer through that.

"Honey," You set your hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. "I know it's irritating. Trust me, I know, I've been hiding it since I was seventeen." Now you're in your mid twenties and still haven't let a peep out about it. Sure, there have been suspicions but nothing more than that and you don't plan to let it turn into anything more. "I wanna be myself with you." You added, gazing at her side profile. She turned to face you and smiled slightly. "I know... We can be ourselves, just without them." "Yeah." You nodded.

You leaned in and kissed her cheek, she did the same. You pressed your forehead against hers. You closed your eyes and just reveled in the moment. Basking in it, even. You're in love with Jill. You've loved her for the whole year you two have been together. Being with her has awakened you in a million different ways. She's just a masterpiece. A work of art. You could admire her as if she was a statue in a museum. You're obsessed with her, practically-how could you not be?

Jill brought her lips to your forehead, pressing a sweet kiss to it. She's always been so gentle with you-unless you ask for the opposite... But you enjoy it, immensely. "You look really gorgeous today." She praised you, bringing her hand to your cheek and caressed it, gazing down at you. Her blue eyes were all over you and you didn't even capture it immediately. "Thank you, you do too." "Thank you baby." She snickered, removing her hand from your face.

You leaned down and this time, kissed her lips. You could taste the cherry chapstick plastered all over her pink lips. You liked it. "Cherry?" "Mhm." She laughed. Jill set her hand on the back of your head, not letting you leave the kiss-you don't care. You giggled and breathed in deeply as the two of you shared a gentle, warm kiss. You occasionally opened your eyes as you two shared smooches, you love staring at her.

A slight moan came out of you as Jill suddenly pulled you into her lap. You straddled her quickly and placed your hands on her face. Her soft skin made you melt. You smashed your lips against hers, melting at the feeling of it. In a way, you felt like a teenager all over again. If your mother or father catches you two, you're done for. It's like a little game and you'll be winning it alongside the love of your life; Jill. Jill licked your lower lip and you opened your mouth, giving her access to it. She slid her tongue into your mouth and both of you began to explore one anothers mouths.

Her hands were all over you. Your waist, back, thighs, face, everywhere! You didn't mind one bit. Each time your tongue slipped against hers, you felt the puddle in your panties only increase. You want her terribly, it's more than a want-you need her. "You taste so good." "I want to taste you." Jill teased, squeezing your ass through your leggings. You giggled and pulled away from the kiss and instead, going to her neck and leaving love bites and hickies all along it.

When you bit her neck playfully, you heard Jill let out a groan. It turned you on. She's so fucking hot. You licked all along her neck, then kissed down it. The entire time, her hands were on your waist, slowly moving you back and forth on her. "That's my girl." Jill whispered to you as you began to suckle on her neck. She smells amazing and it's making you literally feral for her but it's not only that, it's also how she looks and feels and how she is as a person. God, you're irrevocabulary in love with this woman.

The hickies and bites you left definitely showed and were everywhere. "Mmm, how am I supposed to go to work Monday." "You go and if anyone asks, you just say your sexy girlfriend marked what's hers." You joked, kissing her neck once more before bringing your lips back to hers.

"Wish I had my strap." You snorted at her words. "I wish as well but your tongue and fingers will do just fine." You laughed.

You began to slightly grind on her. The feeling always gets you so worked up, her as well. She held your waist as you moved on her. Through your leggings, you could feel your clit being ever so slightly rubbed on. You couldn't help but move yourself a bit faster. "Baby..." Jill panted, looking up at you with her doe like eyes. "Hmm?" "Ride my thigh." She sighed out, lifting you up off of her. "What?" You chuckled. "Please." Oh, she's desperate. "Ride your thigh?" "Yeah, don't make me feel dumb babe." "I'm not, I'm not! It's just not what I expected to hear." You smiled, kissing her head.

Taking your leggings off, Jill was impatient. She helped you out of them, then took of your panties. She grabbed them and took in their scent-her eyes rolling behind her head. She is crazy about you. She stuffed your panties into her pocket and chortled, helping you back onto her lap. "You're so wet." She gawked. "It's gonna get all over your jeans." "Does it look like I care?" Jill snorted, bring you down onto her thigh. "Not at all." You blushed, holding onto her shoulders.

She held onto your midriff. Her grip was firm but loving. She clearly wants this, badly. You rocked your hips on her thigh. Your wetness coated her jeans but it was hardly visible. It's nothing a wash and dry will fix. It felt good, you can't lie. You find yourself rolling your neck around and letting out little whimpers each time your cunt slide against her leg. Obviously, Jill couldn't help but gawk at you. She's just as obsessed as you are. She find you to be the prettiest woman in existence. She could do this all day.

"I want you to do this until you cum, okay lovely?" Jill hummed near your ear. She licked the outer part of your lobe, then slightly on the inside. This caused your pussy to tingle in desperate need for her. You grinded on her faster. You needed release sooner or later.

Jill gripped your chin and forced you to look at her. Your had a minor amount of tears in your eyes. This is common. You tend to feel way too much pleasure from Jill, it makes you tear up even. You kissed her, licking her lips then shoving your tongue into her warm, open mouth. She accepted you with grace. Her hands held your rear as you moved on her upper leg. You were in a trance. The pleasure was intense. Jill knew exactly how to kiss you, touch you & move you. She's a professional.

"You're so pretty." Jill huffed out. Leaning her head against your forehead, smiling blatantly. "I love you." You panted out. Your hands roamed through her hair, tugging on it as you grinded on her thigh at a faster, more rougher pace now. "I love you, pretty girl." Jill responded, holding you warmly against her. Jill cares a lot about your pleasure. She wants to ensure you cum before her, always. Seeing you cum, all because of her, is what makes her feel good. "You needed this, hm?" Jill taunted you, smirking and wrapping her hand around your throat; Her grip was rather light. "I did." You grunted, never removing your eyes from her face.

She chuckled and held onto your neck a bit tighter. "Are you close?" "Yeah." You moaned. You let her keep you like this. You let her use you and you would do it again, over & over. You love Jill, despite her also being a woman and you'll never let someone-even if that someone if your parent-tell you otherwise.

"Cum for me baby." Jill kissed you more gently now. She allowed you to finish in her arms. "Oh God." You whimpered, holding onto her as you released your fluids onto her leg. She snickered and patted your bum. Your orgasm was intense yet refreshing. You two haven't been able to do anything sexual in a good month or so, she's just so busy with work. "You've made a mess." She teased, kissing your cheek and looking down. "Sorry." You panted, hiding your head in the crook of her neck. "Are you gonna let me go unpleased?" "Never." You stated.

You pushed Jill back onto the bed. She moved up on it, resting her head among the many pillows layed neatly at the head of the bed. You smirked and gazed down upon her. She's breathtaking. Jill began to mess with the buttons on her jeans with haste, wanting them off ASAP. As she did that you maneuvered yourself on top of her, kissing her neck and nibbling on it too. She successfully pulled her pants down and kicked them off with a titter.

You went down to her collarbone, leaving wet, loving kisses all along it. Her breasts were perky too and visibly big through her tank top. "So sexy." You groped her tit, earning a whimper from her. "Take this off." You tugged on her shirt; She listened and removed it, along with her black, wired bra. You just stared. You are in absolute awe. Jill is fucking perfect and you'll never be able to get enough of her. You drink in the sight of her. "Lay back." You hummed to her.

Jill's back was pressed against the bed once again. You kissed slowly all the way down her body, starting at her breasts. As you kissed her right breast, you let your tongue slip against her nipple, causing her to lose her breath. You did the same exact thing to her left breast only this time you sucked on her boob for a little bit. Her hands went to your hair, playing with it as you fondled and suckled on her tits. "So good." You mumbled, looking up at her as you now kissed down her stomach.

Her breaths were moderate and heavy. It's clear she's nervous. You rarely are able to leave her speechless but right now, you are able to. The tip of your nose caressed down her flat, fit tummy. She couldn't detach her eyes from you, they're stuck. She doesn't mind at all, she could gaze at you for the rest of her life. "You smell amazing." You groaned, sniffing in her scent. The pheromones were making you mad. You're crazy about this woman. "I need you to eat me out." "I need to taste you." You replied to your desperate girlfriend.

It's crazy to you how one second Jill can be this dominant, in charge woman and then next, she's begging for you submissively. You suppose that's the perk of being with a switch.

Your hands pulled her underwear down and you placed them beside you on the bed. They were cute. Black lace with a miniscule red ribbon attached to them-how seductive. Her cunt was dripping, you mean, you can't make this up. She's so needy and so desperate for you as of right now. "What?" Jill sighed softly, noticing you staring at her pussy. "Just admiring you." You chuckled before finally delving into your meal.

You began to lap at her clit immediately. Jill's whimpers and moans pushed you onward. She tasted so sweet, as sweet as honey. You've missed this so fucking much. Her taste, her scent, her words, oh, all of it. Being without Jill has seriously taken a toll on you but now, you have her all to yourself.

Her wetness leaked all over your tounge. You slurrped it all up, practically dying by how good she tastes and feels. It was as if her pool of arousal was never ending and it was beyond attractive. "You taste so good." You praised her slightly, continuing to lick at her cunt. Jill moaned and as she did, her hands went to your hair. She played with it, tugged on it and ran her fingers through it, all the while you lapped at her.

"Baby, faster." She panted. You listened, why wouldn't you? Your tongue began to flick at her clit & folds much more swiftly. She took it like such a dirty girl. Even now, even after cumming, you can feel how wet you're becoming again. Her nub was pulsating from how much you've been playing at it. Your tongue was wet and soft and perfectly made just to eat her out. You couldn't think of a better way to end this prolonged evening.

Your hands held onto her thighs for stability. Occasionally, you'd pull away from her cunt to kiss and bite her thighs-which irritated her but at the same time only made her yearn for you more. She's been longing for this, and so have you. "I just wanna eat you all night." You grunted, moving back to her pussy and continuing to devour it. "Oh fuck." Jill moaned. Her hips began to buck and ride your face, this heavily indicated her orgasm is paving way through her stomach.

Your thumb covered her clit and you began to rub it whilst you dug your tongue between her pink, shaved folds. Jill was biting her lower lip so hard, it stung and was beginning to bleed. The last thing you need is for your mother & father to hear. Within just seconds of stroking her clit and eating between her flaps, she came, all over your pristine face.

As she came, you overstimulated her slightly. You didn't pull away nor did you stop rubbing her nub. "No more." Jill whined, pressing her thighs against your head. You snickered and pulled away, kissing her knee as you did. "That was great." You chuckled, plopping down beside her. "Yeah, yeah it was." Jill smiled, resting her head on your shoulder, the two of you remaining side by side.

You looked over at her. Your eyes locked with hers. "I'm sorry we have to hide this." You took her hand, kissing it gently. She expired deeply. "It's okay honey." She gazed at you.

Maybe you won't have to hide it much longer...

[etheries1015]

Lilia x (Slightly) traumatized reader - When he began to fall in love

TW: Panic attack descriptions, mentions of PTSD

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

Lilia loves jumping out and scaring people. Something about the faces people make and the silliness of it put a smile on his face, he never knew he would find himself stopping faster than he had even begun. It's the one thing that you probably hated THE MOST. You flinch, you duck, you cover your head, and your heart comes to an absolute stop. Perhaps you had some sort of traumatic past that resulted in you flinching at the smallest movement, or perhaps you just aren't good at paying attention to your surroundings, so the suddenness catches you off guard. Or maybe it's just how you are, someone who doesn't take well to being jumpscared, touched without seeing them, or hearing noises or even your name called out that you were not anticipating. No matter what the reason, Lilia vowed never to do it again to you after this one instance, eventually finding himself feeling a few conflicted emotions as time went on...

It was your first meeting, unfortunately. He popped out of a tree seemingly out of nowhere in order to hand you the letter from Malleus, he had seen you coming up and giggled to himself as he planned his "attack."

The second you let out a scream and he recognized it to be genuine, his heart wrenching never thinking he'd hear a scream like that again. It was a scream of pure terror from the deepness of your heart, not a light-hearted "You scared me!" kind of scream, but one someone let out when they felt they were in danger, in pure fear, as if you were in...pain, almost. Immediately his face fell in regret, twisting into grief as he watched your legs give out from under you falling to the ground with your hands grasping your chest and sobbing.

"Don't do that!" You wailed out, body folding in a way where your face began to tuck towards your legs facing the ground as you tried to console your trembling body. You began to sob, and he had never felt worse.

Others call this dramatic, some think; "It's just a prank, you're being ridiculous. I wouldn't ACTUALLY hurt you." However, Lilia never thought of it that way. Somehow, some way, either your past experiences or something else, caused you to react how you did. Not once did he judge you for this reaction, but chastised himself for not being more aware that perhaps others do not take kindly to those types of pranks as the people he is used to surrounding himself with. He quickly dropped down to your level and apologized, hands wavering in hesitation. The last thing he wanted to do was touch you, seven no, he wouldn't want to frighten you more than he had already done.

"I'm so sorry...please, breath. In and out, just like that..." He took a few dramatic deep breaths, making them loud enough for you to follow his breathing in hopes to help calm you down. A minute of this and you began to come to, sitting up slowly and wiping your now puffy eyes before letting out a shaky sigh and avoiding his gaze.

"I'm s-sorry-" you choked out rapidly trying to explain away your reaction, "I know you were just trying to b-be funny, I'm okay it's okay I promise I'm not mad-" Lilia quickly shook his head and slowly moved his hand to rub your back, gauging your reaction to be certain his movements were not making you uncomfortable in any way.

"No, I apologize, (y/n). I will not do that to you ever again, the last thing I want to do is instill another panic attack upon you." He was so kind, so mature, and apologetic. It wasn't often you met someone who was understanding as that, without questioning you or your past or your reasoning. He simply apologized and let it go, and for that you were incredibly grateful for. After this he gave you the letter and you spoke to each other per usual, he gave another quick sorry before disappearing into the wind.

He did indeed keep his promise, finding that he had begun treating you with slight favoritism, and always being there for you whenever he found you in a state of panic. As time went on and he watched you go along with your school life, Lilia found himself gravitating to you naturally. He felt the need to...protect you, to watch over you, perhaps it was his "fatherly" instincts kicking in out of worry for your curious behavior from your first meeting, but it seemed to perhaps be something more. The charismatic Fae found himself behind the scenes giving advice to others around you, suggesting that instead of coming from behind or making themselves known by touching your shoulder or your back, make sure you see them first. To come in with their presence automatically known, something in which the other students didn't fully understand, however, took up his advice with grace and kindness. Lilias explanation for the advice?

"I simply notice how off in space they look at times," He would say, "We wouldn't want to wake someone who sleepwalks, would we? Treat it the same with our dear prefect," He tried writing it off in a joking manor to avoid suspicion. They would shrug their shoulders and simply agree, and you had taken notice that people were not surprising you as often, although the occasional jerk of shock was inevitable at times. Even when he noticed those small movements, Lilias's heart ached just a little bit. He knew you were capable, he did not doubt that you were a strong person who could hold your own, yet he couldn't help himself. Perhaps it was the guilt he was feeling? Although he wouldn't try this hard for anyone else, he found his heart beating a little bit faster whenever you were the topic at hand, and suddenly trying his best to make sure you have a comfortable life at school the best you could with your circumstances seemed to come natural to him.

These subtle changes had not gone unnoticed, of course. Malleus had even pointed out to him how he had never seen Lilia cut his antics for someone before, how he noticed Lilias gaze gravitating to you whenever you walked into the room, how he seemed to shine just a little bit brighter at the mention of your name. Malleus had inquired Lilia about the things he had mentioned to other students, to which he responded with a fond smile as he gazed at your figure talking to Grim and the others.

"Well," Lilia said, "I suppose you can say I may have grown a soft spot for our prefect," He chuckled, "And wouldn't want anything to make them uncomfortable. They are not from this world, so I simply would like to assist in any way I can," He sighed. Maybe one day they can trust me enough to speak about what ails them, although I'm satisfied behind the scenes for now, Lilia thought. Malleus raised an eyebrow at his guardian, an amused smile creeping upon his face.

"Are you saying that our old general has become enamored with a human?" He teased with a hint of amusement in his voice. A light blush painted on the fae's cheeks, with his red eyes widening nothing short of a split second, before returning to his normal haughty expression and a guttural laugh.

"Don't be ridiculous," Lilia turned on his heel, "It's not much different than how I feel about Sebek or silver." Malleus hummed in response to this, but the two fae knew that was not true. He treated you with much more gentleness, much more care, and concern. Again he tried to convince himself that it was perhaps in his fraternal nature, or perhaps the thought he never wanted to hear that scream again or see you in pain as he had that one day. It was the guilt, he also told himself, nothing more. Although, if it was something more than that... "It...does not matter," He hesitated, the smile he had painted upon his features wavering, forcing himself not to turn around to steal another gaze at you. 'When it comes to love...' he thought,

"It's far too late for me."

Maybe in another life, he could hold you in his arms as he wished, and protect you the way he wants to. But for now...watching from the shadows while suppressing these confusing feelings will have to do.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Intrinsic

Can we see how jungkook feels about human mating rituals like kissing? Do people from his planet kiss or have intercourse??

"I'm back!" You chirp, leaning over the couch to peck his cheek- making him freeze for a good moment as he seems to take time to process what you just did, it seems like.

He's decided to stay with you after your little confession weeks prior- but it seems like relationships in his culture might seem to differ greatly judging from his reaction to your affection. It's like he's not sure what you're trying to do.

So you sit down next to him on the couch, hands in your lap while he curiously smiles at you.

"Say, Jungkook..." you wonder, and he perks up, tail rising. "What are.. relationships like, on your planet?" You ask, and he seems to think.

"Well, we..." he starts, speech having returned by 90% until now- though he still has some hiccups here and there. "...live together?" He shrugs. "Share our bed, protect each other when we sleep.. hm.. and when we want a child we engage in intercourse. Is that odd?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Do you.. like, not kiss? Hold hands?" You wonder, and he shrugs, before shaking his head. "Cuddle?"

"We cuddle with our young, yes!" He excitedly explains. "Because it gives a sense of safety and nurturing that they need. That's why I like when we.. cuddle. Because I like the feeling it gives me." He says. "What's kissing? Is that what you did just a moment ago?" He asks, and you shrug, nodding.

"Kind of. We.. kiss on the lips. When we love each other, you know." You say. "And we uh.. also, have intercourse without.. you know, the goal to have a child." You say.

"But.. so, that's normal here?" He asks. "I've.. hm. There's a few on my planet who do that too, me.. included. But it's not common. It's kind of.. 'frowned upon' I think is what they say here." He says.

"Oh, OK." You nod. "Please tell me if I do something that could bother you next time, yeah?" You say kindly, when he leans in, eyes determined.

"Please kiss me." He asks, moving closer. "You say when.. you love someone, you kiss them. I want to do that." He rambles.

"You don't have to. I love you without it too-" you try and explain, but he growls under his breath, tail whopping around in frustration.

"I want to know!" He argues. "I want to try!" He demands, and you lean in at that, pecking his lips-

And he's frozen in place after, eyes wide open, blinking for a few times, as if he's processing what just happened. "So?" You tilt your head, and at that he moves again, moving closer, his hands on your shoulders.

"Again." He breathes out watching you. "I want to.. learn."

"You like it?" You ask, and he whines, nodding impatiently.

"I do, now do it again, I want to kiss!" He demands, making you giggle as you lean in again, kissing him a bit longer-

Until he seems to catch on how it works, hands moving to hold your face in his palms, something set alight inside him when you try and open your mouth, tongue poking against his piercing in something like a test.

But instead it sets him off, as he leans in, pushing you onto your back as he takes over, using what he's learned immediately.

Maybe it's instincts. Yeah, it might be that.

"You make me-" he gasps, struggling to take control of himself again. "-want to do much more than just this.." he hums, leaning back a little to watch you. "I wonder how your kind acts on lust." He mumbles, watching your chest rise and fall, collarbone exposed as he traces it with his fingers. "I want to.. act on lust with you." He wonders, making you shrug.

"I mean, not a bad thing." You say. "We do it to be romantic and, you know, show love. And well, there won't be a child either. I'm not ready to be a mom yet." You joke, though he seems to be more serious about it.

"I understand." He agrees. "I don't have to finish. I just want to.. engage in the way you humans love, with you." He tells you.

"I mean, you can still cum." You giggle. "You know.. inside, too. Doesn't really matter since I've got an IUD." You shrug.

"What's that?" He wonders, and you laugh.

"I'll explain it someday, but its a bit too complicated right now." You laugh.

"So I can.. finish?" He asks, eyes wide open, pupils blown wide, round and almost swallowing all of his irises, as he watches you nod. "...inside?" He asks almost as if it's illegal to say it out loud, and you nod again, laughing. "But not here!" He suddenly says, picking you up to carry you into his room he's been sleeping in.

And though you do only end up cuddling and making out, it's still a pretty damn good time to you. It prepares you for what's might coming at some point-

And you're not sure if you should be intimidated, or excited for it.

[sashi-ya]

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 Äs Nödt x F! Nurse! Reader

ಇ. I had this fic saved for myself, but I honestly didn't think my heart would be that broken when his inevitable end would get animated. Don't get me wrong, I loved Rukia and Byaku's win, but... you gotta understand that for a nurse, As Nodt represents those who you couldn't save. A patient whose hand needed a squeeze, but still it was too painful for him... poor thing. ಇ. tw: medical terminology. be careful if you are sensitive to illness and death topics. it is full of little metaphors, try to understand where I was going with what I wrote. you can ask me too! ಇ. wc: 1k

Before he was even a Sternritter, As was a simple man. A suffering, yet simple man. And you knew him very well.

He was sick, bedridden. It was too painful for him to even breathe. His existence was cold, sterile, and for him so unworthy.

However, there was a Sun. A Sun that would shine a light every time it walked through the doors of his ever-pristine white room… you.

His voice has never been loud, but really, really low. It wasn’t sweet, it was very raspy, as if he was trembling in fear. His short, straight hair framed his façade, the mask giving him oxygen carved red marks on his cheeks and black eyes fixed in a boring ceiling.

Oh, but you. His only reason to smile. But did he show it to you? No. Did he tell you? Neither.

But you knew…

“Hello Äs! how are you doing today?” you ask, with a metallic tray on your hands. Who knows how many pills are in there, but all of them are equally necessary for him to stay alive.

“H- hello… g- good” he said, every time. He doesn’t feel good, he never does. But does he want for you to worry about him? No.

You come closer to his bed, leaving the tray over his tiny bedside table. Taking a swift look at his monitor, you see -as always- his heart rate slightly going up. Ah… he is at least interested in feeling something besides pain and fear about his inevitable end.

“So, Sir Nödt… I’m aware today is your physical therapy day. Nurse (male name) won’t be able to attend the hospital today, would you allow me to do it for him?” you ask. Everything should be professional. You probably were waiting a “no” but instead he took a little time to answer.

“Hmh…” he nods, as much as he could possibly move his neck without grimacing in pain.

You smile, kindly. Your look softens. You didn’t want to feel sorry, pity for him. You really thought those feelings weren’t proper. But you couldn’t help it. Your heart ached too, and you wanted to help him as much as you could… “Good! Let’s make those muscles move with utmost care! Let me put on some tunes too”

You weren’t sure about him wanting for real to do it. He never did, as your colleagues said. “He is in pain, but he is equally scared to feel pain and that freezes him even more. He won’t ever get better…”

Again, your heart ached. What do they know about getting better? Why judging him? He needed help, not critics. And… who knows, maybe, he just needed someone to believe in him to feel better.

You make sure your hands aren’t cold. You wear a mask to come close to him, you don’t want to create more problems for him, a simple germ could cost him his thread hanging life.

You take your phone and press play. A soft melody starts playing. You don’t really know when it was, but you were sure he said he likes the sound of pianos playing to relax.

 Äs widens his eyes. Extremely black orbs fix on you, he is amazed by the song filling the room, he is probably glad to hear something besides the sound of the oxygen flow on his face.

“Give your hand, please” you whisper, trying not to cover the song. You let him choose which one of his pale hands will move first.

He breathes in a considerable amount of air into his lungs, and then, with trembling motion his right bony hand reaches yours. It feels soft. Lightweight.

And so needy.

You begin to inspect his joints. Of course it’s painful for him, not only because of being sick but also because of avoiding to move them for so long. “One finger at a time” you murmur, as you can feel him desiring to grab your hand.

He goes slow. Äs wants more, but he is in pain. He is afraid.

“Don’t be scared. I’m holding your hand right now. You can try to hold mine” you encourage him. You, perhaps, wanted more and even the same way he does for him to grab your hand… Are you falling in love with a patient? A.. dying patient?

He sees you. You see him. He closes his eyes. And maybe a little smile wanted to adorn his lips. His fine, chapped, lips.

“Follow me, Äs”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.

When he opens his eyes he isn’t lying down in a mattress. He is standing, in two feet. He is still pale, his hands show that. A cold breeze kisses his cheeks, he notices his hair is way longer now as it flows with the wind around.

He can hear kids laughing, and the greenery around feels refreshing. A park… it’s been so long since he stood in the middle of one.

Suddenly, something lands on his cold nose. It’s as soft as the wind, but it’s pink. A cherry blossom petal just flew up to where he is. And like that rosy flower, a million rain down from dark wooden trees.

“Spring? Is this Hanami?” he asks and notices he can speak louder. And when he does, it’s not painful… it’s… normal.

He slowly turns around. And again, moving doesn’t hurt. Breathing doesn’t hurt. Her arms around his waist coming from behind, either.

“Äs! Love! Turn around, I wanna take a picture of you with the Cherry Blossoms in the back!” you chime. Your camera, an old analogue one, captures the beauty of a pinkish rain that doesn’t wet but only kisses your skin with a soft, soft scent.

He is absolutely stunned by your beauty as you walk back pointing the camera lens to him. Your hair also flows. You are his nurse, his sun. What are you doing there? Why is he alive?

“Smile you silly! You are scaring me! What’s gotten into you?” you scold him, his death stare creeps you out sometimes.

As the camera shots and captures his amazed look, you walk back towards his thin arms. “Wanna have some ice cream? Or do you prefer cotton candy? Oh wait, maybe you want Takoyaki?” you excitedly jump, feeling the hard edges of his hipbones against your belly when hugging him.

“I just want to hug you for a little longer…” he murmurs. It kinda scares you, because when he ever said something sweet?

“Hug me for as long as you want, sweetheart…” you whisper, nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on the crown of your head, it’s so soothing to feel his chest go up and down, breathing pure air…  

Don't wake up. Don't wake up. please, just for a few moments now... Your Majesty.

[winwintea]

hi.

it's come to my attention that some of my moots have been receiving concerns from anons regarding their grammatical errors. while this on it's own is pretty valid, and it's okay to point out our mistakes so we can improve, the wording of these asks don't sit well with me.

first of all, not everyone speaks english fluently and that is okay. even as a native english speaker, I STILL make grammatical errors and mistakes and that is okay.

second of all, who are you to judge people who chose to write in a language that is not "their own"? these comments are so backhanded, especially when it's phrased like "why do non-english speakers insist on writing in english?". like honey first of all none of my moots are non-english speakers, their command of english is either fluent, or pretty advanced. they all are able to hold strong conversations with me and i have no trouble understanding them. so the question you seem to be asking is "why do people from other countries with english as a second langauge insist on writing in english?" like be fr english being their second or even third langauge, and how many do you speak? (dont take that seriously)

lastly, it's literally their own personal choice to chose to write in whatever language they want to write. if you don't like that then don't read. or even just block and move on simple as that. there's no need to come into people's asks and make snarky comments like that.

as writers we thrive on feedback and appreciate your every input. if we make mistakes, please tell us, but KINDLY do so as well. criticism is important but everyone's capacity to handle harsh words is different from one another. i greatly welcome criticism to my works, but if i ever recieved an ask like those i saw my moots recieve, i'd be pissed off too.

words have meaning, please use them wisely.

[destinyc1020]

Similar to Z, successful women in the entertainment business need to protect their peace cause ppl are too nosy and treat them like animals, sorry. It's never the same for men cause internalised misogyny exists, unfortunately.

That’s not always true, see Justin Bieber, that man is HOUNDED and stalked and judged all the time for his marriage, health, mental state.

or Harry styles and Louis who fans are convinced are in a relationship to the point of hacking their phones and getting personal photos

or Benny blanco (Selena’s Fiance) who is constantly being bashed for his looks

it does happen to men too, so it’s not never

I think women (ESPECIALLY woc), will ALWAYS be judged way harsher in Hollywood (and in society just in general) than White men. Sorry.

But I do agree with you that even White men do at times need to protect their own peace as well because people online can be crazy!

With that said.....

Re: Justin...

I don't think ANYONE should be stalked, hounded, or bullied online (so I agree with you there), but SOME of the criticism that has come to Justin has been through his own doing, no offense. 👀

I feel bad for him if he was abused and taken advantage of in this industry and it caused him mental, emotional, or behavioral issues. But Justin is now 31 years old. He's a grown man. He's not a teenager anymore. It's time to grow up. Get the help that you need, and do better.

We don't have to be defined by our circumstances. Lots of people (even in the ET industry) came from horrible families or abusive situations, but they've gotten help and even if they had personality issues, they've changed and are now very different.

Re: Louis & Harry

Larries are whole different breed of crazy if you ask me. 😳

Re: Benny....

I've never understood people HARPING on someone's looks negatively to the point where you're beating a dead horse. 🥴

If you think he looks like Quasimodo and has a face that only a mother could love, then, okay, so what??? 🥴 He's not YOUR boyfriend or fiancé, so why are you worried and harping on it? You're not going to have to sleep with him, so what's the big deal?

It's the INSIDE of a person that counts anyway, and if Benny is a good guy and treats Selena kindly, then that's all that really matters. SHE'S the one who's going to be waking up to see that man's face every morning, not you lol. 😂 So why be so worried about what he looks like?

She looks happy with him, and she accepted his proposal, so obviously, she must love him.

I don't like when people beat a dead horse into the ground on something. Okay, so he doesn't look like a GQ male model..... can we move on now please?

[somethingclevermahogony]

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday!

I notice you've got a fair number of lovely maps, so I'll keep this Ask geographical.

Are there any regions in your Setting which have, in the past, been fought over by the societies in or near it? Why did these conflicts happen, and who controls it now?

Get ready BIG POST, a shit ton of worldbuilding, I'm sorry, but with several maps! If this is rambling, I apologize we just moved into a new flat, I can't sleep, and it is 4am right now. There WILL be typos, please don't judge me too harshly. This post will concern the lands of Kishetal, Korithia/Arkodai, Ikopesh, Baalkes, and Dirsia. Feel free to ask questions, I love questions and I swear they aren't usually quite this long.

1. The Beginnings (Very Very Simplified)

After the events of the Calamity and the subsequent destruction of 92% of all human life and the complete destruction of all non-subterranean settlements, most surviving humans dwelled within the mountain sanctuaries of a number of kindly spirits over a period of roughly 300-500 years (It should be noted that some populations descended earlier or in very rare cases did not go into the shelters at all, due to the exposure to massive amounts of wild magic, most of these peoples became forestfolk, this will be discussed further below). It so happens that a number of these mountains can be found in the Green Sea. For the purposes of this discussion, the two important ones are Mt. Daruz in what is now Shabala and Mt. Argino in what is now Korithia.

After the descent of the humans from the mountain sanctuaries, over the course of many millennia of development, war, etc, the first kingdoms were formed. The three dominant powers within the Early Green Sea were Shabala, Arkodai, and Apuna. For this discussion we are interested in the first two.

Continues below the cut!

The Birth of Arkodian Bronze and The Line of Tamel and the Birth of Kishetal

The magical metal known simply as Arkodian Bronze was first created in the Arkodian city of Myminat, famed for its sages, and was the result of a collaboration between said sages and metallurgists. It is said that the metal was created in response to the tyrannical Spiritblooded King Akamanon, and was subsequently used in his defeat. The metal has several miraculous properties: it does not tarnish or rust, its ability to hold a razor sharp edge is unmatched. Most forms of metal armor are practically useless in the face of an Arkodian Bronze blade. Further, Arkodian Bronze is capable of harming Spiritbloods far easier than other forms of metal, and can even damage and kill beings like spirits and demons. Arkodian Bronze can only be destroyed via the application of heat. This magical material was incredibly expensive to produce, and its creation a jealously guarded secret, one which was passed down orally and never written. Using the wealth gained by the creation of these new super weapons, and their ability to kill the once dreaded Spiritblooded warlords of the Green Sea, Arkodai became an empire, creating colonies in the northern peninsula which they called Wanakat. At the same time, the Arkodians attempted on multiple occasions to colonize the islands they called Heliko (Ikopesh). These attempts ranged from the diplomatic to unabashed attempts at invasion, however in all instances, they were rebuffed by the native forestfolk population. Roughly contemporary with the initial colonization of Wanakat, the Shabalic kingdom was embroiled in a civil war between two claimants to the throne, half-brothers Kaloch and the Spiritblood, Tamel. Kaloch allegedly with the use of the Dragon Urudu, captured his siblings stronghold at the city of Kur. Tamel was forced to flee along with those families that had remained loyal to him.

These refugees would sail south, most landing in the wild and dangerous lands of the Qish Peninsula. A few of these ships however, landed instead on the isles of Iko (Heliko, in the language of the Arkodians), inhabited by the forestfolk known as the Ikopi. The Ikopi were a short people, rarely taller than 4'. They were well-suited to a semi-aquatic life, with large lungs, and webbed feet. Most striking however was their naturally brightly colored hair, most typically appearing in shades of Blue and purple. These groups would intermingle, forming the Ikopeshi ethnic group and people. The Ikopeshi, identifiable by the brightly colored hair inherited from their Ikopi ancestors, are now the most numerous forestfolk population in the Green Sea. Meanwhile Tamel and his followers would engage in the subjugation and conquest of the Qish peninsula, culminating in the creation of a new kingdom, Kishetal. Tamel's centuries long reign (Spiritbloods do not die of old age, and if allowed could theoretically live forever) saw Kishetal grow into a powerful empire, one which would go on to overshadow that which it had originally sprang from, Shabala.

Tamel's last conquest before his death were the islands of Ikopesh, justified as reuniting the two lands with shared Shabalic heritage (though very little actual Shabalic culture remained within Ikopeshi customs.)

However, during the course of the conquest, in a moment of desperation, the Ikopeshi managed to send a message to another power, one which they themselves had warred with before, Arkodai.

The Arkodic-Kishic War: The End of Empires and the Rise of Kingdoms

It's not entirely clear what drove the Arkodian lord, Ukilat, to heed the call of the Ikopeshi. Though most likely, the Arkodian's themselves hoped to colonize or otherwise control the islands for themselves. The Battle of Shattered Oars is now remembered as the first battle of the Arkodic-Kishic War. Ukilat, at the head of 30 ships, engaged 23 Kishic ships, including the royal barge of Tamel. Tamel's supernatural strength was rendered useless by the battle at sea, and ultimately the barge was sunk, taking Tamel with it.

In a bizarre twist of fate, Ukilat himself would be attacked and killed after landing in the Ikopeshi islands by the very people who had called for his help.

(The battles of the Arkodic-Kishic war are shown above in chronological order) The response to the murder of Tamel by the cities of Kishetal was immediate and severe. The war would rage for nearly twenty three years, and would ultimately see the almost complete destruction of the line of Tamel, as all seven of his children, and the vast majority of his grandchildren would die in the ensuing battle. Though greatly outnumbered, the strategic power of the islands and the use of magical weapons allowed the Arkodians to temporarily hold off the Kishic armies. However, ultimately, a number of factors including drought, the sheer brutality of the Kishic invaders, and the appearance of Baalki raiders to the south, the Arkodian Empire would crumble. It is said that the fate of Arkodai was decided at the Siege of Myminat, the very same city in which Arkodian Bronze had been created only a few centuries before. The city was under the protection of the Spiritblood mercenary, Mikrab, and the giant warrior successfully held off the armies of the Kishics. Until for reasons unknown, Mikrab broke down the very gates that he was meant to guard, allowing for the capture and destruction of the city. In stories, Mikrab is most often remembered as Mikrab the Mad.

An intended consequence of the complete destruction of Myminat, was the loss of the sages who had been taught in the ways of making Arkodian Bronze. The art was lost, all Arkodian Bronze which now exists in the world of Kobani, can be sourced to before this battle. Though the Kishics had won, the victory would ultimately be a Pyrrhic one. The cost in both gold and human life was massive, nearly 1/5 of all adult Kishic men died during the war (though compare this to 4/5 of all Arkodians killed during the War and the subsequent slaughter). The royal line was destroyed, the Ikopeshi had revolted and seized independence, even raiding up and down the Kishic coast. In the ensuing chaos, the various commanders of the "victorious" Kishic army began to squabble over the throne and the spoils of war. This would ultimately end in the Kishic Civil war, which would further weaken the empire, leading to its shattering into the Kishic city-states which exist today. Kishetal lost control of the Islands of Ikopesh, which would go on to become a naval power in their own right. Additionally, in the face of growing pressure by rural groups and bands, the Kishics were forced to abandon the ruins of Arkodai. Though settlers from the Western Coast of Kishetal were successful in creating several permanent settlements in Wanakat, or as they would rename it, Makora.

New Kingdoms and the Arkodian Diaspora

These rural groups, known as the Korithii, would go on to form a culture from the ruins of the Arkodians that preceded them, the city-states of Korithia, in time even managing to recolonize parts of the northern peninsula alongside Kishic colonies.

However, the Korithians would ultimately be unable to reclaim the full extent of the Arkodian domain, as the western isles were firmly in the hands of the Pyritian raiders and settlers or "Baalki" who had settled there in the wake of Arkodai's destruction. These lands have henceforth been known as Baalkes. Some Arkodians did escape from the carnage, settling primarily on the islands of Kulayu (The Clay Women of Kulayu are their own unique topic) and Kachanogoch, integrating and eventually vanishing into the culture of the first and combining to form the new Dirsian culture with the second.

The Winner: Ikopesh

In a strange twist of fate, it would ultimately be Ikopesh, caught between two great powers, that benefited most from the chaos of the war. Ikopesh is known in the present as a culture of great sailors and warriors, their pirates and raiders feared among the descendants of both Arkodai and Kishetal. Though several attempts have been made by a number of Kishic city-states, Korithian entrepreneurs, and even the Apunian throne, to conquer the islands, all have been met with bloody failure, and often immediate and brutal retaliation. Ikopesh may not be the largest of lands, nor the most advanced, but it is agreed with near unanimity, that the Ikopeshi rule the waves.

@patternwelded-quill @flaneurarbiter @skyderman @blackblooms @roach-pizza @illarian-rambling @dezerex @theocticscribe @axl-ul, @persnickety-peahen, @surroundedbypearls

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

 Nightmare dressed like a daydream 

Rating: sfw?

Warnings: knife and murder mentioned, descriptions of violence, Spencer is an asshole, the word boy is used a few times but other than that gn reader.

An: Yes i got the title from a T Swift song don't judge lol. Part 1 right here! I might do a part 3 idk yet.

You screamed as you ran from the masked figure. You got to the stairs before you felt someone grab your left leg. You screamed louder as you reared back your foot and kicked your attacker in the face. The figure groaned in pain and swore under his breath. With the kick you broke free and bolted up the stairs as you ran to your room but before you could close the bedroom door the door was shoved open and you were thrown on the floor from the force. There the figure stood menacingly looming over you as you tried backing away from him. But he was faster and bent down and grabbed you by your hair before moving to straddle your hips so you can't move, you tried to strike him with your fists but he again was faster and grabbed your hand about to hit him and then your other and pinned them above your head with one swift movement. “Please just let me go!” you sobbed. The masked figure then pulled something from his cloak. “No please no!” You begged as he raised the object you know recognized as some sort of hunting knife. He raised it up to your face and stroked the side of your face with the dull side as you continued to cry. He shushed you almost kindly. You recognized that tone of voice. “Spence?” You asked, trying to speak clearly, threw your sobs. The masked figure sets the knife down just out of your reach, and removes the mask to reveal your boyfriend of almost one year Spencer Charnas. ”Why?” you croaked “Oh darling…” he kindly spoke leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Don't act like you don't know.” his eyes grew dark. This was no longer the man you loved and cared for. “No I don't, Spence.” You say trying to get out of his grip. He dropped the mask in his hand and used it to grab each of your hands and used them to pin one hand on each side of your head. You hit your head on the floor because of the force he used to pin your arms. “Stop fighting me Y\N!” Spencer yelled this time, his calm demeanor now gone. “Why are you doing this Spencer?” You said somehow sobbing even more than you were. “Why?” He screamed, making you flinch. “Because you're my final boy Y/N!” He shouted with a cheshire cat ear to ear grin. “Your what?” you  sounded confused. “MY FINAL BOY! Come on Y/N/N! How many slashes have we watched together and you don't know what a final boy is?!” Spencer continued to shout. You still were visibly confused. “The person who makes it to the end of the movie! The survivor! They get crowned the final boy or girl!” “Survivor? I'm not a survivor?” “Oh yes you are my love! You remember your ex Jake?” you shook your head yes. “Well he's strung up on his parents lawn! He looks like a goddamn pinata with the way his guts are hanging out!” Spencer darkly chuckled. Your eyes widened. “And I'm assuming you know your mommy and daddy?” “NO!” you screamed attempting to move again. “Well they are in the garage with their throats slit open!” “WHY?!” You sobbed out. “I killed Jake because he cheated on you and broke your heart, so I ripped his out! And your parents tried to keep you away from me and we couldn't have that now can we?” you took too long to answer for his liking “CAN WE!” he got louder and slammed your hands down again. “No.” you whimpered out. Spencer leaned down again and kissed your forehead. “Exactly! This is why you're the final boy.”

[nebulations]

Edit: OP kindly added this to the og post in alt, so please go reblog from them instead!!

[ID: An Omniscient Reader's viewpoint comic about Jung Heewon talking about her relationship with Kim Dokja, addressed to Dokja in the past tense. The full ID is below the cut in 17 paragraphs. The abbreviated ID is as follows: Heewon reflects on how she admired Dokja for being brave, despite his worrying recklessness, and goes over the ways she loves him.

She laments his recklessness and how Dokja doesn't know how to save people without sacrificing himself, but she affirms that she'll save him herself. Then they encounter the Oldest Dream, and she desperately has to hold Dokja back. Heewon goes over how she hates Dokja for pulling away from their help, and herself for not being enough to help him and for knowing she'll forgive him when he wakes up. She once again says that she loves Dokja, but before she can say that she'll be fine, the comic ends on her sobbing at Dokja's bedside. End abbreviated ID]

[Begin full ID: Jung Heewon is shown looking at Kim Dokja, who's looking at system screens. She narrates, "Did you know, Dokja-ssi? That I always thought you were a pretty cool leader?" They're shown in an early scenario, both holding swords as Dokja, wearing a mat, throws out a hand. "It always felt like you knew how to do everything. Like you were truly in your element."

Dokja sweeps his sword in an arc of flame, and Heewon watches with shock and awe. "Doing such reckless things like that, you save people in such a way that worries me. But it was still such a sight." She pinches him hard on the cheek as she complains, "I found myself loving how brave yet stupid you were." Heewon smiles over at Dokja, who sweats while trying to placate an arguing Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung. "I loved how you didn't quite know how to hold them. But you still gave them a home."

Heewon is shown approaching Dokja, who sits cross-legged, looking at his phone with system screens floating around him. He smiles up at her with visible bags under his eyes, and she smiles at him before standing beside him as he continues looking over the screens. "I loved how you seemed to know all the answers, but your eyes still got tired. It felt like you were close enough to understand."

Heewon smiles gently. "I loved how / you burned like the / brightest star." Then she's shown reaching out desperately, bloodied and crying as chains wrap around her arm. Shouts of "Kim Dokja" fill the background as Dokja, Demon King form activated, stands atop a clock tower with a giant eye behind him. Heewon says, "But now-- Now I--"

They're shown walking together, Dokja grinning as Heewon laughs and elbows him. A close-up shows Heewon smiling happily. "I'd just love if you were safe and sound, slacking off at home / instead of saving this fucking god-forsaken world." She, Yoo Joonghyuk, and Han Sooyoung are shown moving through a void towards an eight-pointed star. "Doing such reckless--" A view of Heewon, who is now white-haired, sitting beside Dokja's hospital bedside. "Reckless things like that."

Next, Heewon is shown looking with shocked, shiny eyes at system messages popping up beside her as she stands with scales above her and her sword drawn. She says, "Oh, you-- you--" The message is shown: "[Constellation, 'Demon King of Salvation', is agreeing with the judgement.]" She narrates, "You didn't know how else to save people. Did you?"

Heewon looks sorrowfully at Dokja, who stands with his back to her. He has two sets of wings and a halo. "It's okay. I'll save you. If you don't know how, I can teach you."

A full page shows Heewon in Judge form, winged with flames emanating from her sword, scales and a halo above her head. She repeats, "I'll save you. I'll save you. I'll save you."

Kimcom is shown moving forward, and Heewon freezes, her eyes reflecting the Oldest Dream reading. She says, "I'll--" and the view moves to the Oldest Dream looking up with surprise before showing a cropped view of a stunned Heewon watching Dokja move in front of her. Feathers fall, and Heewon looks horrified as Dokja's sword moves.

Heewon desperately shouts while holds back Dokja, who holds his broken and bloodied sword to his throat. She narrates, "I hate how you don't quite know how to let us hold you. I hate how I was experiencing the cliché of seeing a savior fail to be saved himself."

Dokja's hair obscures his eyes as he shouts, still holding the blade while crying. They're shown from the back as Heewon continues to restrain him while he struggles. "I hate how / I can't see your eyes anymore."

Dokja is shown smiling and reading on his phone while sitting on a scale. "I hate myself for not being strong enough for you." The view moves out to show Heewon sitting before a small scale, her mouth upset. The scale weighs the Earth on one side, but Dokja's side is weighted much more heavily. "I hate myself for being so dependent on you."

Dokja is shown in a hospital bed with a respirator on. Heewon stands beside him, face almost entirely obscured. "I hate that when you wake up / I'll probably forgive you." In composition which evokes the first page, we see a white-haired Heewon speak to Dokja, who faces away. "Did you know, Dokja-ssi? That I loved you?

"Not like how I love them--" A shot of Yoosung, Gilyoung, and Lee Jihye-- "Or them--" A shot of Sooyoung, Yoo Sangah, and Uriel-- "Or him." A shot of Lee Hyunsung.

Heewon stands amidst empty space, looking to the side with a slight smile. "I just do."

She leans on her sword and tilts her head back. "It's okay. I'm strong, so it's okay." She smiles more widely as black hatching starts to reach up from the bottom of the page. "I'm the strongest incarnation of your company. So I'll be--"

The final page begins on scribbly black lines trailing down through blank white that leads to a zoomed-out shot of Heewon kneeling at Dokja's bedside. Dokja's face is cut off as Heewon quietly sobs. End ID]

/ Orv novel main story + epilogue spoilers

"Did you know, Dokja-ssi?" - A Jung Heewon comic about platonic love

[wastelandjester]

REQUEST RULES

writing instead of doing homework has lead to me actually learning the method and figuring the consistency thing OUT, FINALLY. i'm a selfshipping, oc-inserting goon for life so i'm a reader insert or 'x reader' writer for Fallout New Vegas.

that being said, it should be known that i'm relatively picky when it comes to writing--so you may expect requests being slightly deviated from or denied entirely. i'd still be happy to hear what the heart wants, though, so please feel free to request away.

refer to the 4 simple tenets below -- begin each segment with the phrase 'I HAVE'.

tenet 1 - FULL CREATIVE LIBERTY

beyond only writing for fallout new vegas at this moment in time, i will accept literally any request for any character, so long as every tenet is abided by.

though i will not write specific ships or OCS, i am open to any character x reader plot or au--this includes self-originated ideas. if you can get me inspired, i'll give it a go.

i will write sfw and nsfw

i will process most requests into a one-shot or drabble format

i will also do headcanons/bullet style posts

i will write fluff/angst/whatever, can't get enough of slowburn to smut

i will accept multiple character requests

i will default to an AFAB, she/her pronoun reader, but will do GN upon request. i do not write male reader.

there is no limit to requests, nor is there a standard of format. simply state your idea, in whichever way is easiest, but include the character you'd like and the pronouns you'd prefer.

YOU HAVE MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION TO REQUEST ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF, SO LONG AS IT ABIDES BY EVERY TENET.

tenet 2 - THE RIGHT TO BE REFUSED, FREE OF SCORN

in deciding to accept requests/prompts of explicit nature, i open the doors to fetish and kink content. while it could be said that my works can be considered to be of the same variety--i would like to insist that i do not write to fulfill any fetishistic fantasies, nor do i consider myself involved in any form of 'kink' community. my writing is merely for entertainment purposes only, and that strictly.

many of my works will include explicit, sexual content. some of it is bound to be more extreme than the rest, though the blog in general should be considered 'mature'.

with this in mind, a concern of mine is ensuring that i do not pass needless judgement, intentionally or accidentally, to anyone who IS apart of kink spaces. i don't want to judge you for what you're into; i don't like to yuck any yums, therefore, the things i won't write feel like the obvious ones:

i will not write anything involving underage characters

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Stalker

• July 2 •

Warnings : Sex, red flag behavior

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The summer heat is heavy, even more so in the small company apartment that the BSAA had kindly lent her for her vacation.

A deep breath of pure boredom passed the brunette's lips, as she let the news scroll before her. Hailey Redfield was like every other teenager her age, in the middle of a scorching summer vacation in Raccoon City. And she was bored. In fact, she didn't have much to do, other than stay on her phone and check whether anyone had yet come up with the idea of destroying the world with a deadly virus. For the moment, all was calm, Albert Wesker had obviously calmed down on his murderous urges, much to his dismay. This didn't mean he was no longer a terrorist, but it did mean that no one had heard from him yet. The seventeen-year-old rolled over on the sofa, the phone between her fingers no longer displaying anything of real interest, she let herself go against the much cooler floor. She'll never be able to thank the tile designers enough, nor those who had the idea of covering the most by function apartments. The idea of lying on the cold floor makes her smile gently, before an idea springs to mind. Quickly grabbing her laptop, she types in the code without hesitation, before opening the application on her desktop, an application hidden behind a vampire-like teddy bear icon. Immediately, several cameras are activated one after the other, each displaying a mini-screen of a much larger apartment that should have air-conditioning. All she has to do is reach for her not-so-cool drink, searching with her piercing red eyes for what she wants most. Leon Scott Kennedy, thirty years old, far too old for her, Hailey knew, Chris would give her hell if he found out his daughter had a crush on the special forces agent. Hailey had to be very careful, Leon had an annoying tendency to find where she put the cameras, she had no idea how he managed to find them, but every time, he managed to remove them. But for the past month, he'd obviously had no desire to remove them, much to her delight. Yet her eyebrows furrowed as she moved from camera to camera, seeing the shape she didn't appreciate, the dapper pink, absolutely disgusting bimbo the Kennedy had decided to bring home. A light laugh passes the teenager's lips, as she slams the screen with a blow that's a little too sharp.

“- Thanks for the evening, it was… Interesting.

- Don't hesitate to come back if you feel like it.

- For another evening like this? Whenever you like. How about this weekend?”

Leon looks her up and down, holding out her dress with a thin smile, the curves in front of him don't seem to attract him that much, he frowns at what she says, as he glances at the back of her head, Leon hadn't even remembered her first name, her fake face doesn't really make him want to confirm, after all, he'd just done that to make sure of something, which obviously seems fake. He hadn't expected to be so frustrated by the fact that she wasn't back on camera, and his good mood seemed to melt away just as quickly as the woman approached to kiss him. But she doesn't have time to finish her advance, when the apartment bell rings. Leon went straight to work, moving away from this very pretty woman, to open the door without waiting. The brunette had decided to tie her hair up in a fuzzy bun, and he couldn't help looking the kid up and down, before the high-pitched, unpleasant voice sounded behind them.

“- Who's that?

- Hailey, the daughter of a friend of mine.

- Ah.”

The bimbo towers over her, with that unashamedly bitchy air, looking her up and down, as they would a sick animal, her pale skin, her red eyes, her brown hair. Everything is scanned and judged in the worst possible way. Yet Hailey walks through the door without waiting to be allowed in, doing the same with her, but with a mocking little smile, as if Hailey knew something she didn't.

“- I didn't know Leon had anyone at home, if I'd known he was a guest, I'd have stayed home.

- My guest was leaving, wasn't he?

- I didn't know. Yes, I was going to leave anyway.”

She smiles wobbly as she huffs and puffs her way to the door, Hailey shifting without taking her eyes off her, while Leon hastens to close the door behind her back, then turning to glare a little less kindly at the teenager, obviously irritated by something she doesn't directly understand. He takes on the air of an adult ready to attack her for a fault, and she takes on the air of a spoiled child who won't give a damn anyway.

“- So you did put the cameras back. What did I tell you about that?

- It's not THAT serious. Since you know, the proof.

- It's a big deal, Hailey, because I can have a personal life around you and work.

- Ah. So where does that leave us? You want a personal life? All right, then. Excuse me, I thought I understood you last week."

She turns her back, ready to leave without further debate, but quickly feels the man's muscular grip against her wrist. Without thinking, he tackles her to the front door, kissing her in the process. Hailey responds without delay, her hands gripping Leon's burning back as he lifts her from under her thighs and carries her back to the bedroom. Her body bounces against the soft mattress, and she has no time to complain. It's animal, present. Something consensual, but wrong for Leon, they do it several times, before not even being able to move from the bed as fatigue overwhelms them. The air-conditioning doesn't help to remove the dry air, and Hailey is glad to have no clothes on her still feverish body. She remains silent long enough to catch her breath, before turning to Leon.

“- Are you going to tell me again that it was just an impulse? Is that all? I can leave now if you like.

- Your father will kill me.

- We don't care, he's not the one who's going to live my life.

- It's not very legal and I'm risking my job.

- In six months I'll be of age, don't we have to shout it from the rooftops?"

Leon growls, like an animal with nothing left to complain about, and rolls onto his side, looking down at her, learning by heart her childlike features, her perfectly shaped body. He strokes her hair, now in a tangle, before finally giving in to temptation, kissing her with a new gentleness, contrasting with his animality of just a few minutes ago.

“- Take down the cameras then.

- Are you kidding? How am I supposed to know if there's a single bitch on your doorstep?

- Nothing happened last night between us.

- Thank God. Otherwise I'd have ripped off his old goat's hair.”

Leon's eyes can't help but roll up to heaven, as Hailey tries not to laugh, pinching her lower lip. Her body rolls onto the warm mattress, as she comes to kiss Leon tenderly.

“- But let's not talk about anything that's upsetting right now.

- Let's not talk at all.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 : Short #2

Jungkook deals with the downsides of being a young doctor all the time. One of them being, that sometimes he can't do anything.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, dog hybrid!Reader, hints at domestic abuse, MC's age is not mentioned but it is mentioned that she is above 21, first meeting between jk and reader lets goo

Length: ~700 Words

⛔️ I can't Tag people. There is no Taglist for this fic.⛔️

A/N: Please do not come for my throat if some stuff doesn't make sense. I've tried hard, but I'm not a doctor, and so none of this should be taken too seriously. Treat it like a medical drama. Those ain't real either haha

->Masterlist

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Jungkook has, like many others, bad habits.

One of them is that he can't seem to shut off well- he can't seem to just exist in the moment sometimes, without thinking about work or anything work related. Even right now, at the mall, he's still constantly thinking about the little hybrid infant back in the ICU, better, but still fighting. Did he check everything properly before having him transferred? Did he overlook something?

Jungkook knows not to take his work back home. But sometimes, it's hard.

There's a bit of a small crowd near the store he wants to go. People trying to look at what's happening, others further front talking to each other with concerned eyes. And then he hears it;

"Maybe we should find a doctor?" Someone asks, and Jungkook sighs, lifting his hand.

"I'm one." He calls out, having had this moment once before in a flight into his vacation a year ago. "What's wrong?" He asks, squeezing through he people to get a look at the scene.

There's a hybrid sitting down, an older lady holding onto her.

"She- I don't know, fell I think, but she won't get up now." The lady says, unsure.

"..can't." You quietly try and argue, and Jungkook can feel the tension between you and this woman he assumes is your owner. So he squats down close to you, making all effort not to seem to intimidating even in his dark clothes and rather casual attire.

"Lets get out of the way first." He says, leaning down to you. "Is it okay if I carry you?" He asks, and you nod, shrugging. He collects you into his arms to bring you to a more closed off hallway leading to bathrooms and other things, where he sits you down on a bench. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asks you, and you stare at the woman for a moment, before you look at him. You seem scared- and he worries he might have an idea why.

It's a anger-inducingly common after all.

"..I caught my tail in the.. door." You say, motioning to the automatic glass doors of the store. "And now.. my legs are weird." You worry, and Jungkook nods.

"Lets check, okay?" He kindly tells you, carefully stretches out one leg, moving everything a little to judge your reaction. "Are they numb, or just tingly?" He wonders, and you watch him.

"Tingly. They went.. all gooey for a bit though." You say.

"Thats normal." He nods. "The sensation will come back really soon, don't worry- it's just a temporary nerve blockage from the way you caught your tail. Can you try and move your feet for me?" He asks, and you do so. "There we go. It'll stay a bit sore for a few more moments maybe, but its nothing to be scared of." Jungkook reassures, looking at the lady next to you. "Hybrid tails are connected to the spine- like an extension, so to say. So when she caught it, she basically blocked all nerve signals for a moment." He explains, before he looks at you. "Can I have a look at your tail? It's fine if you don't want to." He makes sure to emphasize your choice, and you nod-

mainly because he leaves you a choice at all.

You turn around and he gently moves his fingers around, apologizing under his breath when you hitch a bit from pain. "How old are you?" He wonders in thought, and the lady cuts him off.

"Old enough to be on her own if she wasn't so incapable of taking care of herself." The woman complains, running a hand through her hair. And while it doesn't tell him your exact age, it does tell him that you're at least above 21- the minimum age for a hybrid to be considered 'independent' if they're between the categories of one to four, which you seem to be placed in. If he had to make a guess, he'd probably say a three, maybe.

For now, he ignores her snarky responses however. It's not his problem, and he shouldn't get involved in things that do not involve him, down the line. "Did you break it in the past?" He wonders, feeling something that hints at past poorly healed fractures, but the lady cuts in yet again.

"She's clumsy." She snaps. "Can we go now? We have some urgent things to take care of and we're already late." She tries to sound friendly- but she's really not.

But all Jungkook can do is nod. "Just.. have it looked at if the complaints don't clear up entirely by tonight." He says, and the lady nods- though she's already occupied searching for something in her bag. It makes him pretty convinced that no matter if your complaints resolve themselves or not, she won't do anything about it.

And so he watches you leave on slightly unsteady legs, dragged a bit by the hand around your wrist, and he can't help but feel a little hollow inside, especially when you turn around to wave at him politely, way too nice to be treated like this. He's sure, if you met under different circumstances, you'd be a very lovely person to be around.

But right now, all he's left with at the end of the day, is the fact that he can't save everyone.

[starlingisms]

"Rebecca would be missing the same amount of olives," Sebastian defended. "I am simply reallocating mine to someone who would better appreciate it." But since Rebecca had kindly provided Elsa with an olive, he made no move to grab his and so instead sipped on his wine. He smiled and nodded, listening as the conversation continued. Smiled as numbers were exchanged and couldn't help but feel warm at the connections being made. Hopefully all the important people in his life would come together and become friends. Glanced up as their server returned carrying several plates of their entrees and Sebastian quickly moved to shuffle things around the table to make space.

He gave Elsa's hand a gentle squeeze the moment he felt hers. "That sounds like a fun getaway!" It had been some time since Sebastian had done something like that. He never had the reason to get away or take on a vacation, but with Elsa, he was excited for more experiences together. "If it's during early August, then I should be able to make it. I'd love to join you if you'll have me. Though, please don't judge me if I end up bringing a book or two." It had become a habit of Sebastian's to go everywhere with a good reading book since he found it hard to squeeze out free time for it. Usually tried to get through a few pages whenever he can. "Which friend is this, again? Have I met them?"

Charles' laughter seemed to echo around the table at Sebastian's 'whispering' to Elsa. "I fear our plot has been rumbled darling. We must come up with a new dastardly plan to foil the challenger's game," he stage whispered to Rebecca while simultaneously placing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. Rebecca in turn nodded in an exagerated fashion while also leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Popping an olive in her mouth she shook her head as Sebastian tried to give Elsa his olive. "Well that's just mean Sebastian," she complained as she speared a fresh olive and held it up towards Elsa, narrowing her eyes as she did.

"I wouldn't dare deprive Rebecca of an olive," Elsa laughed, holding her hands up. I'm more than happy with some bread for now." She looked over at Sebastian with a smile at mention of his spa day, "Oh don't you worry about the salon booking up, you know I will always fit you in after hours if necessary. Or I can do some treatments at home." Turning to Rebecca she added, "And I will always be able to fit you in after hours too if you can't get booked. In fact let me give you my number and then you can arrange it with me directly. That way we will definitely get you pampered and relaxed."

Elsa reached out under the table and took Sebastian's hand, "I was going to talk to you about a little trip too. I have a friend who has offered me her lake house for a week in August and I wondered if you would be free to join me. You are still on summer vacation then are you not?"