#while I slowly learn to draw my son

[friskyeee]

I need to learn how to draw tails... </3 he's my fav but he is so shaped I can't DO IT!!!!

First attempt made via shitty doodle, I love Maria sm...

[coriphallus]

DA: The Veilguard Spoiler review pt2 - The Grime

this is a hard one to tackle without strawmaning anyone because itll be a direct response to alot of defense ive seen for the games morality system so ill just start by saying, iykyk

never a genre has been better equipped to discuss ethics than the interactive medium of games and yes, bioware games have been doing it since baldurs gate and no, theyve not always been 'centrist' and 'conservative'. im not even gonna entertain that idea. do you remember the cultural landscape DA:O released to? the landscape it was developed in? dont give me that just because zevran doesnt write in his little notes -that you can conveniently read- 'gay good. not me but me bisexual'

Thedas is a flawed world and its a world thats just as desperate to hang on to its status quo as our own. every time you play an elf thats thriving, or a human thats queer, or a mage thats not institutionalised you exist in a world that doesnt want you, it is an act of defiance that you do.

im sure we can all see why these games were so popular with the audience they can only weakly try to pander to today.

derailing time again; so one of my favourite paintings of all time is saturn devouring his son. it makes me feel so uncomfortable that it gave me nightmares as a child, and i still cant look at it without feeling this knot in my throat. i hate it. i hate how it makes me feel, how that man looks at me in terror like its begging me for help while cannibalising another. weird story but i was bewitched by that painting as a little kid.

it is not a well drawn painting, the proportions are all over the place, brush strokes crude and inelegant. it doesnt even have a deeper story nor was it intended for an audience. i will never know what goya thought of when drawing it.

i thought alot about that painting later in my life when i was struggling with mental health problems, i thought about goya alot too as an adult and after learning about his life. i stared at his paintings and remembered when i told my dad that i hated [saturns] big eyes and hed jokingly said "it would be scarier if he didnt have eyes"

i know what the drawing looks like now, nearly everyone with a little access to the internet does. if somebody removed saturn from it, we'd still be left with a brutalised headless carcass of a man in a canvas too big for itself. if we removed that too all we'd be left with would be void.

i dont want to live in a world where all i know of goya is his rococo work, i dont want to stare at the painting of a void knowing what filled it before. i hated every second of germinale but i never wanted it to be anything other than itself, the story it tells could never hold credence otherwise.

DAV has done its best to paint over it, but its still on the old canvas and i cant look away from the negative space its left, i know whats under it and it unsettles me, infuriates me. it hands me a palette with baby blues and pinks and tells me to paint over it to make a prettier painting. didnt i hate the eyes? wasnt it gross before?

i am not going to write why we need some grime in art, but its absence is disheartening. and to those who say hanged people in the streets or blighted villagers is dark and mature ill say no. its a kids idea of maturity, its the aesthetic of it with no substance. it means nothing to me if rook can just drench themselves in gallons of blight as they crawl through it. the horror of blight has never been the black goo and slimy tentacles, or the monster woman with way too many tits. it is watching people you love slowly fade away, it is a woman who was forced to cannibalise the contaminated flesh of her friends because the woman she loved betrayed her, it was the sheer scale and inevitability of it.

one area we go to is overrun by it and the game begs me to feel hopeful that flowers are growing again when it never let me lose hope. people have already prevailed, they have roofs over their heads and a steady supply of food on their tables. their spirit is unwavering.

its bad, everybody says. the sky is grey and soil is blackened, as my rook turns some statues to access a haunted house whos inhabitants are long gone and the only story they could ever tell is gone with them.

if the question is do i want to see famine? plague? misery? abuse? assault? the answer is yes. yes. i want to see it all of the filth. i rather face the fucking monster head on with its big bulging eyes and misshapen limbs than stare at the abyss its absence leaves on the canvas.

and if nothing else, this bastardization is disrespectful to the people who gave the IP its fame.

Why choose to be good?

back in the bsn days ive wondered why, even in a fictional universe where your choices have no real-life repercussions what-so-ever, players had more 'good' playthroughts than 'bad'?

what happens when you start killing NPCs, when youre needlessly mean to them? the game actively closes off its own content. you get less out of the game. just as, completely incidentally, you'd get less out of your life if you just started killing everyone around you. The world would be emptier, youd be alone.

in that quote i stole from good place chidi doesnt ask "why be good?" the wording is painfully deliberate. doing good is always a choice, and often not the easy one. what makes the act matter is that you chose to do it, even when given 6 other options not to. did i stop in the middle of an important quest to help a man retrieve an heirloom from a darkspawn infested hut? did i hear what that heirloom meant to him?

i cant stop thinking about that speech ever since playing this game after knowing its predecessors.

So, why do it then? Why choose to be good, every day, if there is no guaranteed reward we can count on, now or in the afterlife? I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.

i cant stop looking at this game that spits on its own legacy and think how could they have missed what fundamentally makes us human so bad, what makes us relate and empathise with eachother. what makes us pick the option to interact with an npc who openly hates what hawke is, and allow us to see the traumatised man underneath.

these characters of fiction are written by real people. i have absolutely nothing in common with a guy from canada yet for a brief moment in time i feel a sense of camaraderie as ive felt with goya that i couldnt articulate as a kid.

Nothing too terrible

DAV says it over and over again -as its wont to do with every piece of its flimsy morality- that people can change, people can be redeemed yet it shines as the game with most static characters in its franchise. it simply says things, and since it has nothing to show for it it makes sure to say it repeatedly, in case you missed it.

so when i first played DAO i was in high school, i started with a human noble because fresh out of dark side edgy kotor fame i wanted to be a posh brat. also because, ya kno, we were poor my entire life up until that point and i wanted to have power.

i committed to it, even as the game stripped cousland of everything he had, because i thought a man like him would. i picked the racist options, the sexist options, the options a man in couslands place would. halfway point of the game as i exhausted the initial dialogues something happened; this man who got paid to kill people, who showed no remorse nor care for his victims, begged my cousland to stil his blade.

and i did. i thought maybe he would be as confused as i was, maybe he had a moment of clarity but from thereon bit by bit he was less of an asshole. the characters grew around me, and my character grew around them. i chose to be good because -textually- we were in this together, at the end of all things.

rook is not a character, theyre a mascot. and quite frankly i think they may be a very evangelical mascot because they remind me of evangelical preachings of jesus more than the man from the bible (and i say this as someone whos only exposure to christianity has been through foreign media and the bible ive read that one time). they are the epitome of do no evil and their existence hinges on the frail concept of moral purity. theyre not a person trying to do good, who wants to be good, they are 'good'

-and lemme tell you its a wild choice to have someone like that locked in a prison of 'regret'-

rook can be mean to only one person in the game, and thats someone they dont even have a personal beef with for the most part. but even then they would be shouting at a wall because the game doesnt only undermine them with its narrative, but also every npc in the game suddenly gets possessed by the ghost of wattpad rejects past for a moment to tell them everyone can be redeemed. and i believe it because i played the other games, i believe it because i know zevran and sten and morrigan, isabela and thom and iron bull and dorian. i know it because i can see the vague shapes behind the new coat of paint but i am not rook.

so no, the game fails to get people-can-change points by its own merit, and it cannot gain points from its prequels because it destroyed them. none of those characters i watched grow exist in this universe. zevran cant exist with DAV crows, fenris` story cant exist in an imperium with invisible slaves only glimpsed through empty cages and broken chains left scattered on the ground. i dont know which morrigan this NPC is, is it the woman who grew to learn kindness, who begged to sleep with her friend just to save them despite knowing it would play into the plans of a destiny she so desperately tried to break free from? or is she the clever puppet her mother groomed her to be who wanted to harness the power of a god? i dont know her, i dont know this dorian or this isabela beyond their names ipso facto this is not a sequel.

bellara asks an assassin why he is trying to save the world and his answer is "ive done some things in the past im not too proud of. nothing too terrible, but some of it was bad." and i can hear the games desperation for me to not engage with its material in that 'nothing too terrible'

lucanis never killed anyone innocent, taash never harmed an animal they could shoo of or reason with, emmrich venerates the dead and is friends with every wisp he pulls to use in menial labour, davrin joined the wardens willingly because he wanted to do good...

rook tells harding that her anger is justified when shes not even allowed anger of her own.

nothing too terrible.

aside from creating boring and nonsensical and static characters it creates a dreadful echochamber that we're forced to sustain. No taash is not valid, their gender is but their behaviour is not and for the character to grow and mature it needs to be addressed. lucanis doesnt need to be pampered in shock blankets he needs to see how repressing his problems and jeopardising his health puts people around him in danger etc etc. they are adults and they need to learn more complex ways of healing. and if rooks flaw is that theyre an enabler, then that needs to be acknowledged by the narrative in some way too, and not mindlessly endorsed because they say some buzzwords.

none of these interpersonal relationships feels real because none of these people feel real beyond some draft of themes and tropes. some interactions literally remind me of two bots in facebook comments

i look at this dialogue wheel with familiar symbols and all im reminded of is hawke telling carver he carries every death with him, of him telling his uncle that he wasnt fast enough, of him begging the person he loves to tell him that his mothers death wasnt his fault.

and they dont. they just sit there with him.

[shrimpyjackal]

I KNOW YOU DONT LIKE HIM ANYMORE BUT PLEASE DRAW VILLIAN!PERI PLEASE GIVE US VILLIAN PERI FANS FOOD 🙏🙏

mkay i said i wont draw anything NEW but i think i can yap and show doodles/wips from my personal archive that i swore i will not post cause some doodles look like sh-

*OPENS THE SKETCHBOOK & DA COMPUTER*

(btw the second ask`s ref. is this post i think-)

but yea, h-he kinda deserves it-

but here i wanna cover mainly just the first 2 and part of "what coud`ve been if Shrimpy had consistent inspo"

Well, he DID try to frame his co-godparent, but Irep was kinda the expert in this so almost always found the way to escape whatever the periwinkle pal tried to pull.

wand & magic - Yes, his wand supposed to glow blue when granting wishes (until he got his ass beat after his shenanigans), and then slowly obtain more blue -Peri supposed to have a lil interraction with Cosmo, where he learns he needs to be a bit careful with his words

- After a while his blue-ish wand supposed to start act-out again. Irep`s too, starts to act weird, it still fulfills the purpose, but glowa yellow-orange

-Peris "investigation" on that supposed to lead him to the "... I need Ireps wand.Like...NOW" -But, this was a kids sleepover at Devs house. Peri decided its perfect, cause (at least in theory *weird wink*) Irep should be relaxed more. Peri dont pull anything weird if kids/parents are with `em

Funny thing abt Devs roomsince Dale doesnt give a shit abt his son- i added in Devs room "rooms" for Per& Irep. Doors were disguised as posters btw(It has its reasons trust me). I think i had the sketches , maybe if ill find i post em there, since their look wasn`t rly influenced by the au and CAN be looked with just anw in mind-

AHEM BACK ON TRACK -Peri supposed to ...succesfully steal it, but got a witness- Hazel. She got no idea why he was there, but...she saw him BEING there.

- oh yeah forget that last part -it does not related to anything

Do what you want with that info

[ysrjune]

Can reader and Scott do the couples painting challenge. Where you and him sit across from eachother , and he show you his and it looks like he drew Freddy Kruger from memory instead of you 💔 . Then yours looks accurate , and Leo tells Scott that he can���t draw 😭

a/n: im giggling so hard at this drawing man. Leo is 8 in this because I want him to talk cause he's funny.

Leo was monitoring over you two, making sure that nobody was peeking. Tunes were in the back, and he was singing along.

“Leo, shut up! Daddy's trying to focus.” Scott says while drawing on his paper. “Your drawing is gonna suck anyway, Daddy.” Leo rolls his eyes. “You suck.” Scott rolls his eyes back. “Son, I dont think you realize that you're talking to the reincarnation of Pablo Picasso.”

“Picasso's fans liked his ugly drawings. You dont have fans to like yours. OOOOO BURRNNN!!!” Leo praises himself. You giggle and play along. “He has a point, babe. Your drawings are usually.. bad.” Scott scrunches his nose. “My other family would never treat me like this, by the way. I have another son and wife who LOVE everything about me.” He says with some sass.

“Mamas boyfriend from work doesn't call me ugly.” Leo crosses his arms. “Mamas boyfriend is lying.” Scott sticks his tongue out and goes back to his drawing.

“Mommy, yours looks so good!” Leo says with excitement and his cute smile - dimples making an appearance. “Thank you, baby.” You smile and bring him on your lap.

Scott was jealous of you. He wanted to hold his baby. He loves his son. But the pair are always bickering about something. Yes, it was never serious, but Leo likes to hold a silly grudge most times to make Scott upset. “Stop glazing your mom, that's like, nasty.” Scott says, and you chuckle. “Calm down, blondie.”

“Its okay, ugly. I love you still.” Leo smiles at Scott.

“You won't when you hit puberty. You're gonna hate me and your mother.”

“Whats puberty-”

“You dont need to know about that, sweetheart.” You say quickly and give Scott a look to which he smiles and now starts to paint over his "master piece."

Leo, again, was walking around the table for a little bit until he got distracted by a rabbit in the bushes of your backyard. Of course, you were on the porch of your backyard! It's summer and it's so hot inside. Nice and breezy outside. “bun, bun, bun. hop hop hop.” You hear Leo saying. He always says that when he sees a rabbit or bunny. Honestly, because he doesn't know the difference. (#neitherdoI)

“We should get him a bunny.” Scott suggests. “Scott, he has a cat.” You say, now painting as well. “So? We have space for a bunny..” Scott spoiled Leo all the time. It was a miracle that the little boy wasn't a brat by now. “No, Scott.” Scott gave in.. for now.

“Are you guys done, yeeeettt!!!” Leo complains, tugging at Scott's shirt. “Yeah, squirt, hold on. I need to add a few finishing touches.”

“You've been saying that for the last five minutes.” You sigh. “I didn't ask for your opinion, y/n.” You looked at him like he was stupid.. because that wasn't an opinion. It was a fact.

Scott finally finished, and Leo chose to look at yours first. "Mommy, this is sooo cool! It looks just like Papa!" He holds the painting up and compares it to Scott. Very accurate. He shows Scott and the older blond nods. "Good job, babe."

"Lemme see yours, Scotterson!" Leo says and takes the painting. “Boy, this shit is ugly as hell..” WHERE DID HE LEARN THIS LANGUAGE? You gasp and give Scott a look that he knows all too well. Scott laughed out loud and almost fell out of his chair.

Leo shows you, and you can't help but laugh out loud right away. The drawing was so ugly. Long skinny arms, big cross-eyed eyes, AND one was longer and larger than the other—the hair was so??... it looks bad. He made your nose really small and.. look, it was just SO ugly, and he knew it.

“Its okay, Daddy. I still think you're funny..” Leo says awkwardly and lowkey side eyes Scott, placing the painting down slowly on the table. “Can we go somewhere to eat? Im hungry.” Scott said no but immediately checked his wallet if he had cash on him, and hallelujah, he did. So now you were all gonna go out to eat.

A day later, you and Scott wake up and go to your child's room to wake him up. Scott saw that his son had placed both paintings on his desk. Because it was so early in the morning, and he felt vulnerable—he cried a little bit.

“The little fuck loves me 🥹🥹”

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaasxo @anakinca @dollfilmz @alexlovesysrjune @sockiess @sythethecarrot @speaknow-sw @loveamira @alealuvshayden @mvst4far @prettiestmini @amiratheangel @blckberrie @literally-izzyy @litt1e-misssunsh1ne

[novaursa]

Fire and Heart

- Summary: You accept your life with Aegon, finding happiness in him and your growing family.

- Pairing: sister!reader/Aegon I Targaryen

- Note: This is one of possible futures of The Broken Crown series. If these events happen, the reader doesn't go to Dorne.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @fiction-fanfic-reader @fireandblood-mharmie @poisonedsultana

You stand in the nursery, the sound of laughter and playful giggles filling the warm air. Your son, Aerion, chases his sisters, Aelora and Vaella, around the room, their silver hair flying like a cascade of moonlight. You smile softly, watching them, your heart swelling with a love so fierce it almost frightens you.

"Mother, look!" Aerion shouts, his eyes shining with pride as he catches Vaella, pulling her into a tight hug. She squeals, pretending to struggle, her face a picture of pure mischief. Aelora claps her hands, her laughter ringing out like bells.

"Well done, my brave little dragon," you praise, brushing a stray lock of hair from Aerion’s face. He beams up at you, his expression so much like Aegon's that it makes your heart ache. You reach out, smoothing Aelora’s dress and patting Vaella’s hair. Your children, your precious gems.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door. Aegon stands there, his gaze intense and thoughtful, as it always is when he looks at you. He steps into the room, his presence commanding and undeniable, even here, among his own blood. The children rush to him, their small arms wrapping around his legs, and for a moment, he is not the conqueror but simply a father, smiling down at his brood.

“Aegon,” you greet, your voice soft but steady. There is no resentment anymore, no lingering bitterness over the betrothal he shattered, the future he stole and replaced with his own desires. It took time, but you forgave him. You learned to love him, to see beyond his ambition and pride, to the man who is as much yours as you are his.

“Sister,” he replies, though there’s a warmth in his tone that belies the formality of the word. He bends down, lifting Aerion into his arms. The boy laughs, a bright, carefree sound, and Aegon’s face softens. He looks at you over your son’s shoulder, his violet eyes dark and deep, like the sky before a storm.

“How do you fare today?” he asks, his voice quieter now, meant only for you.

You smile, a small, genuine curve of your lips. “The children keep me busy, but they are good. They bring me joy.”

Aegon nods, his gaze lingering on you, something unspoken in his eyes. You step closer, reaching out to smooth a crease in his tunic, your fingers brushing against his chest. His hand covers yours, warm and strong.

“You’ve given me a family, Aegon,” you say, your voice steady, though there’s a strange, fluttering sensation in your chest. “Three beautiful children.”

He inclines his head, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “And you’ve given me more than I ever deserved.”

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage. You’ve thought about this for a while, weighed your fears against your desires. You look up at him, holding his gaze.

“I want another.”

For a moment, there is only silence, the children’s laughter a distant sound. Aegon blinks, his expression shifting from surprise to something else, something deeper, warmer. His grip on your hand tightens, and there’s a flicker of something almost like hope in his eyes.

“Another child?” he asks, his voice low, as if afraid to break the spell.

You nod, your heart racing. “Yes. I want to give you another child.”

Aegon’s lips part, but no words come out. He looks at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time, or perhaps seeing something he’s always hoped to see. Slowly, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there, his breath warm against your skin.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs, his voice rough. “After everything…?”

“I’m sure,” you whisper, looking up into his eyes. “I want this, Aegon. I want to give you another child, to have another piece of us in this world.”

He closes his eyes, exhaling a long, shuddering breath. When he opens them again, there’s a light in his gaze, a kind of fierce joy that you’ve rarely seen.

“Then I will give you what you want,” he says, his voice a promise, a vow.

You smile, something tight and warm loosening in your chest. You rise on your toes, pressing your lips to his, a soft, lingering kiss. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that still surprises you, even after all these years.

“Tonight,” he whispers against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “Will you send the children to bed early?”

A soft laugh escapes you, the sound light and free. You nod, your forehead resting against his. “Yes. Tonight.”

Aegon pulls you closer, his hand cradling the back of your neck. “I love you, sister,” he says, the words quiet but fervent, like a prayer. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you too, Aegon,” you reply, your voice steady, true. “And I always will.”

In that moment, with your children’s laughter surrounding you, Aegon’s arms around you, and the promise of another life between you, you feel whole. Complete.

And you know, without a doubt, that you have made the right choice.

The candles flicker softly in your chambers as you wait, nerves fluttering in your stomach. The children are asleep in the nursery, nestled together with their cousins, Aenys and Maegor. The quiet stillness of the castle feels almost heavy, as if it’s holding its breath along with you.

You stand by the window, looking out at the darkened skies, when you hear the door open behind you. You turn, your heart skipping a beat. Aegon stands there, the door closed behind him, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in long strides, his hands finding your waist, pulling you against him. His mouth crashes down on yours, hot and insistent, swallowing whatever words you were about to say. You melt into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, the kiss consuming, overwhelming.

“Aegon—” you gasp against his lips, but he doesn’t let you finish. His hands are everywhere, rough and urgent, tugging at the laces of your dress. You can feel the raw need in him, the desire that has been simmering between you all day now boiling over.

His lips trail down your neck, and you arch into him, your pulse racing. “I need you,” he breathes against your skin, his voice rough and desperate. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with hunger. “I need you now.”

There’s no hesitation in you as you nod, your hands fumbling with the fastenings of his tunic. Your fingers brush over his skin, feeling the heat and strength beneath, and a shiver runs through you. He shrugs out of his clothing, his hands never leaving you, stripping away the barriers between you with a swift, practiced ease.

Your dress falls to the floor, forgotten, and then his hands are on you, his body pressing you back toward the bed. You don’t break the kiss, your mouths locked together, tasting, claiming. The world narrows to just the two of you, the heat of his skin against yours, the scent of him filling your senses.

He lifts you, and you cling to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. You can feel him, hard and ready, pressing against you, and the anticipation coils tighter in your belly. He lowers you to the bed, his body covering yours, his weight a welcome, familiar pressure.

“Please, Aegon,” you whisper, your voice breathless, pleading. He groans, his lips capturing yours again, his hand sliding between your thighs. He finds you wet and wanting, and he curses softly against your mouth.

“Hold on,” he murmurs, his voice a strained growl. And then, with one powerful thrust, he’s inside you, filling you, stretching you. You cry out, your back arching, the sensation both achingly familiar and exquisitely new.

He pauses, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged. “You feel… gods, you feel perfect.”

You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you adjust to the fullness of him, the heat spreading through you like wildfire. “Move,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He begins to move, his hips snapping against yours in a hard, relentless rhythm. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, your body rising to meet his, your breath mingling with his in gasps and broken moans.

There’s no gentleness in him tonight, no restraint. His hands are rough on your skin, his mouth devouring yours, his need a wild, untamed thing. You respond in kind, matching him stroke for stroke, your bodies a tangle of sweat and heat and desperate longing.

“Aegon,” you gasp, his name a prayer on your lips, your fingers clutching at his back. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin as he drives into you, deeper, harder.

“I want to fill you,” he growls, his voice low and fierce, each word punctuated by a thrust. “I want to give you another child. I want everyone to know you are mine.”

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice breaking, your body trembling beneath him. “Yes, Aegon. I’m yours.”

His hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive spot that has you crying out, your body clenching around him. He thrusts harder, deeper, his movements becoming erratic, his control slipping.

The pressure builds inside you, winding tighter and tighter until it finally snaps, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, stealing your breath, your voice. You shatter around him, your body tightening, convulsing, and he follows you over the edge with a hoarse shout, his body going taut, his release pulsing deep inside you.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of your breathing, harsh and uneven, your bodies still joined, still trembling with the aftershocks. He collapses against you, his weight warm and solid, his arms wrapping around you as if he can’t bear to let you go.

You hold him close, your fingers trailing through his hair, your heart still racing. He shifts, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes soft, the fierceness replaced by something gentler, something almost tender.

“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You smile, a slow, languid curve of your lips. “More than all right.”

Aegon’s lips find yours again, softer this time, lingering, as if savoring the taste of you. “I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, the words quiet, but there’s a depth to them that makes your heart ache.

“I love you too, Aegon,” you whisper, your hands cradling his face.

He smiles, a rare, unguarded smile that lights up his eyes. “We’ll have another child,” he says, his voice filled with a quiet certainty. “A strong, healthy one, just like the others.”

You nod, your heart swelling with a fierce, protective love. “Yes, we will.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you, his body still warm and close against yours, you believe it. You believe in him, in the life you’ve built together, in the family you’ll continue to grow.

Tonight, the future seems as bright and boundless as the stars outside your window. And for the first time in a long while, you feel truly at peace.

[nayeoniiz]

INFATUATED (1)

pairings ❥ jungwon x fem!reader

genre ❥ angst, smut

point of view ❥ third person, omniscient

synopsis ❥ y/n was just a young woman from new york, who thought she struck gold when meets and marries jungwon, the son of one of the biggest chaebols, and gets to live out her trophy wife dreams. but once the news reaches south korea, her fairytale is under threat as his parents set out for brooklyn to get their marriage annulled.

warnings ❥ maybe drinking smoking?

word count ❥ 5,516

taglist: @cristy-101 @nyxtwixx @elairah @meowwwon (just comment!)

author’s note: sorry for the wait, yall. i’ve been so exhausted with work & there’s just a lot of stuff going on in my life so i haven’t really been thinking about writing in a while. i hope yall enjoy the first chapter to this story, because it’s only gonna get better from here! also check out my collaboration story with @cinnawonbabe i will be posting chapter 2 in a little bit!

NOT PROOFREAD PLS IGNORE ANY TYPOS. i will be editing this later to add italics and such for language switches but i gotta get this posted asap before i forget again!

masterlist | chapter 2

the nightclub was bursting with a pulsing, chaotic array of energy. led lights danced across the smoky air in hypnotic patterns of reds, greens, yellows, and blues, blending into a kaleidoscope that matched the energy of the scene.

the bass throbbed through the floors, setting the tempo for the night. on the main stage, dancers moved with practiced grace, their silhouettes outlined by the flickering lights. each step was a promise of seduction, every sway an invitation to lose oneself in the night.

in the dressing room at the back of the club, y/n sat before the mirror, her gaze sharp as she studied her reflection. the air was thick with the artificial scent of hairspray and the sweet, lingering vapor from the geek bar she delicately held between her fingers. she exhaled slowly, the mist dissipating into the dim light while her eyes scanned the image before her—her face, her body, every detail framed by the soft glow of the bulbs.

she wasn’t just looking at herself. she was assessing her creation, the flawless work of art she had become. every stroke of blush, every shimmer of highlighter, the perfectly placed strands of hair, they were all tools of trade. her appearance wasn’t an afterthought; it was the performance, the persona, her money maker.

contrary to popular belief, even her clothes weren’t as important as her face was, albeit being a great boost. she’d learned this concept from her boss, mark, when she was just starting out 2 years prior: “i need your face to look so good, that you could walk out in nothing but a potato sack and still make heads turn.”

to this day, his words had stuck with her. and with the way she was his highest earning employee, every night without fail, she could truly care less about how anything else looked. the black bodycon two piece she wore clung to her like a second skin. the halter-style top was held together by 2 star shaped metallic clasps, revealing tantalizing cutouts across the torso. the shorts mirrored the same vibe, with a clasp drawing the eye to a small peekaboo opening. it was simple, but sexy in a teasing way, covering all the vitals, but showing just enough skin to draw attention.

she crossed her legs, the tap of her vape against the table synced with the distant hum of music just beyond the walls. she inhaled deeply, a smirk curling her lips. when she stepped out of this room, she wouldn’t be y/n. she would be crystal sin, every man’s guilty pleasure, obsession, and unattainable dream.

letting out a sigh, she tilted her head, part pout, part smile as she wondered why she was so pretty. she was grateful but unsure. it felt like her beauty was the only redeeming quality about her because in all honesty, y/n wasn’t sure if she could truly consider herself a good person. her personality wasn’t ideal— she wasn’t the “girl’s girl” type and often butted heads with the others. all she really cared about was making money. and that meant by any means, regardless of who she had to betray to do so.

amidst her thoughts, the dressing room door burst open with a loud thump banging against the wall, a sound that made everyone’s head turn. there, yunjin stormed in, her footsteps heavy with anger. each one thudded against the floor like a warning. her eyes burned with fury, her jaw was tight as she closed the distance between herself and y/n, who sat still with an air of calm detachment.

“y/n,” yunjin spat, her voice sharp and venomous.

y/n didn’t flinch. she turned her head slowly, meeting yujin’s glare with a cool, collected expression. her reaction, or lack thereof, was almost surreal, a complete opposite to yunjin’s. y/n already knew where this was headed, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care.

“wassup?” y/n replied, her tone almost bored.

yujin’s nostrils flared as she leaned closer. “did yeonjun come here the other night?” she questioned, her voice low but brimming with accusation.

y/n fought the urge to roll her eyes, a flicker of amusement lighting up her features. “yeah,” she said flatly, as if the question wasn’t worth her energy.

yujin’s fists clenched as she let out a sharp exhale. “and did you dance for him?” she pressed, her voice elevating.

y/n leaned back slightly, her fingers tapping her vape against the table. she tilted her head, feigning innocence. “yeah?” she replied, her tone so nonchalant it was almost mocking.

the truth was, yeonjun had been one of her biggest tippers that night. his attention—and his wallet—had followed her every move. if he hadn’t been so generous, y/n might not have even remembered him. but she did. again, it was never personal. business is business, and yujin’s fling could never be worth her time beyond that.

yujin’s jaw tightened as she inched closer, daring y/n to flinch. but y/n only stayed cool, her lips curling into a half-smile that was more amused than intimidated. “what?” she said lightly, her voice laced with quiet laughter.

yujin’s eyes narrowed, her expression flickering between rage and disbelief. she was torn between trying to decide if she should let her emotions take over and actually do something about this, or if she should take the high road and just let it go.

for a moment, y/n thought the girl might actually throw a punch. but instead, yunjin straightened herself up, and without another word, she spun on her heel with heavy footsteps as she stormed further back, going into the locker room.

y/n chuckled softly, shaking her head. “girl, get over it. it’s not that deep,” she muttered, rolling her eyes before turning back to the mirror. she glanced at her best friend, destiny, and they both laughed.

“what a bitch,” destiny said, leaning back in her chair with a smirk, her tone dripping with amusement as she carefully adjusted her lashes.

y/n snorted, leaning forward to swipe on more lip gloss. “don’t be mad at me. you should be mad at your dude,” she said, dragging out the last word with a teasing smirk. the girl couldn’t help but laugh, in all honesty, the whole thing was a joke to her.

destiny’s grin widened as she glanced over. “right? her man’s the one out here throwing bands like it’s vegas, so why is she mad at you?” she shifted her focus back to the mirror, slowly dragging the wand of her mascara through her lashes.

“exactly,” y/n replied, with a sigh. “its not like i told yeonjun to make it rain. i just did my job.” her attention briefly drifted to her phone as she scrolled lazily on instagram, taking another brief hit from her vape.

destiny let out a low chuckle, shaking her head as she capped her mascara. “and you must’ve done it too damn well. she’s over here fighting for a man who doesn’t even respect her. embarrassing.” she said it so lightheartedly, the truth landing with a casual finality.

y/n raised an eyebrow, her reflection meeting destiny’s in the mirror. she bit back a smirk. “if anything, she should be thanking me for keeping it professional. i could’ve done more if i wanted to.” her voice dipped slightly, a subtle edge of suggestion in her tone, not because she cared but because she knew the idea alone would make yunjin go feral.

“period,” destiny said, snapping her fingers in agreement. she swiveled slightly in her chair, “but nah, she just needs someone to blame for her man’s wandering eyes. like, girl, that’s a you problem.”

“it really is,” y/n said with a shrug, stretching her legs out and crossing them at the ankles. she tapped her heel rhythmically against the chair leg. “besides, if your boyfriend’s my top tipper, maybe the real question is why you’re not the one out here getting all his money.”

destiny burst into laughter, her glossy lips parting as she leaned back, clutching her stomach. “stop! you’re so mean! but for real, she better figure her shit out. no one needs her drama here.” (lisa if there’s a better response for me to put here lmk)

y/n smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder with careless confidence. “man, she can come at me all she wants. i’ll just keep smiling while her man pays my bills.”

“and that’s why you’re the baddest,” destiny said, turning back to her mirror to inspect her reflection once more.

mark was the second one to barge into the room, a clipboard clutched in his hand like it was an extension of himself. he was a man on a mission as he stormed through the room, his eyes scanning the space with laser focus. when his gaze locked on y/n, his shoulders eased just enough to show he’d found what he was looking for. he tucked the clipboard under his arm and bellowed over the bass of the music, his voice rough with impatience. “scratch the dance, toots. we’ve got a custo asking for a korean speaker.”

y/n frowned, her confusion quickly giving way to irritation. “but you promised me the pole tonight!” she whined, flinging her arms in a dramatic display of resistance. but mark didn’t seem phased in the slightest, his tone remained firmly in command.

“yeah, and now you’re doing bottle service,” he replied bluntly, “you look ready already, so let’s go. hurry up.” he waved his hand dismissively, leaving no room for negotiation.

“do i have to?” y/n groaned, dragging out the words like a petulant child as her glare followed him across the room.

mark, already making his way toward the door, didn’t break stride. “if you like having a job, yes. you want money, don’t you? he’s a spender!” he paused in the doorway, turning back for one last jab, his voice cutting through the air. “i’ll only wait five minutes. if you’re late, just clock out for the night—and don’t bother showing your ass back here tomorrow.”

y/n huffed, muttering a sarcastic, “yes, sir,” under her breath and as soon as the door closed behind him, she threw her head back with another groan, kicking her feet against the floor in a bratty outburst. “he’s so fucking annoying,” she said, her voice drenched in irritation as she vented to destiny, who was now taking selfies. “he’s lucky i like making money. but to demote me for the night? he’s crazy.”

before destiny could respond, a sharp voice cut through the air. “get him to a private room then. since you’re so good at your job, right?” yunjin’s words came from across the room, her tone biting as she adjusted her neckline in the mirror. both destiny and y/n’s turned towards each other sharing a concerned look that clearly reflected the same question: when did she even get back in here?

yujin’s word hung in the air, like a gun aimed and pointed at y/n’s temple, a test daring her to rebuttal. y/n rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. she let out a huff, clearly unimpressed. “shut up, bitch,” she shot back, her voice thick with irritation.

“skank.”

“oh yeah, i’m so skanky,” y/n drawled, her voice laced with mockery, a laugh almost slipping out. “your boytoy must’ve loved it, huh.”

yunjin stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she met y/n’s gaze in the mirror her lips curling slightly in irritation, but she kept her composure. “i don’t have time for you tonight,” yunjin said, her voice cold and clipped before strutting out once again, this time her head high and her back straight with forced dignity.

y/n smirked to herself, adjusting her outfit and running her fingers through her hair. she knew she’d hit a nerve. “yeah. that’s what i thought, bitch,” she yelled after her, adjusting the strap on her hips before she stood to step into the chaos of the club.

as she walked, she shook her head, ridding herself of the remaining tension of the situation. once she was in her element, the noise, the lights, the crowd— it wouldn’t matter anyways. this was nothing more than an occupation. and she wasn’t about to let anything or anyone get in the way of her money.

y/n walked over to mark once she spotted him, the sharp click of her heels nearly cutting through the noise of the room. as she approached, she caught his eyes flickering over her, sizing her up from head to toe. his nod of approval was tight-lipped. “i know you haven’t waited tables in a while, but trust me. you’ll be fine, just do what you do best,” mark said, his voice firm but not unkind.

y/n gave a slight roll of her eyes, brushing off his attempt at reassurance. “yeah, yeah. this better be worth it,” she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. still, she followed him, already shifting her mindset to the grind of the night.

as they neared the table, her eyes locked onto the first young man she saw seated there. her jaw almost dropped in awe. he was stunning. he wore a sleek black jacket that added a sharp, sophisticated edge to his otherwise effortless look. beneath it, his style was polished and minimalist, a combination of youthful energy and quiet maturity.

his blonde hair framed his face in a way that softened his sharp features, the contrast highlighting his jawline and cheekbones under the dim club lights. he looked like the kind of man who could run a boardroom in the morning and dominate a dance floor by night—the perfect blend of business and pleasure.

leaning back in the booth, he had one arm draped over the cushion behind him as he talked to his friend. he exuded an aura of relaxed confidence. he wasn’t trying to be noticed, yet somehow, he commanded the room’s attention effortlessly. and every so often, the light caught the curve of his jaw, giving him an almost ethereal look. a calm smile played at his lips, giving off a sense of mystery and ease.

y/n couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes followed her as she approached, dark and unreadable but brimming with intent. his posture shifted, ever so slightly, the kind of adjustment that only someone attuned to body language would catch. you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know he was assessing her just as much as she was assessing him. there was tension in the air now, something palpable, a charge that made the noise of the club feel distant.

“hey guys, this is the beautiful y/n i was telling you about,” mark said, his voice smooth and rich with just the right touch of playfulness. he motioned toward her with a casual wave of his hand, like he was presenting her to his friends as part of an elaborate show. “she’s gonna take care of everything you need tonight.”

y/n’s smile came naturally, a practiced move that exhibited her charm seamlessly. “pleasure to meet you,” she said, her voice light but carrying a hint of intrigue. she gave a small wave, her eyes lingering on him just a second too long. without thinking, she threw in a playful wink, though she wasn’t sure if he caught it—or if he was just pretending not to.

“y/n,” he murmured, her name rolling off his tongue making it felt like the word held more weight than just her name. the way he said it sent a ripple of awareness through her. she smiled again, this time slower, more suggestive, her lips curving in a way that felt like both an invitation and a challenge.

from the corner of her eye, she caught mark watching the interaction. he gave her a subtle thumbs-up, his expression unreadable but carrying an unspoken message: don’t screw this up. “make me proud,” he said simply before disappearing into the crowd, leaving her alone at the table.

as the club’s noise swirled around them, the energy at the table shifted—it felt heavier. she’d never been physically attracted to a customer before. that’s what made it so easy; she always knew how to play pretend. but now, she wasn’t sure how to navigate something that felt… real.

“hi,” y/n spoke again, the word coming out more tune like. jungwon’s eyes stayed on her as she sat beside him, his gaze filled with more than curiosity. her scent, sweet and intoxicating, wrapped around him, clouding his senses. he couldn’t focus on anything but her, his thoughts a tangled mess. for a moment, it felt like everything he thought he knew about confidence and conversation had slipped away.

“hi, i—yeah,” he muttered, heat rising to his face. finally, the words tumbled out, low and sincere. “you’re very beautiful.” his eyes traced her silhouette, and for a fleeting second, y/n noticed the hunger behind them.

“thank you, you’re very beautiful yourself,” her soft laugh filled the air between them, her lips curving into a teasing smile. the way she reactedㅡ her confidence, so effortless and undeniable, only made him feel more disoriented.

“i’m, uh—jungwon, but everyone just calls me wonnie,” he said, his voice even quieter now, almost shy. his eyes never left hers. no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. every detail about her—the curve of her lips, the way her hair framed her face, even the sparkle in her eyes, pulled him in.

“wonnie, okay, it’s nice to meet you,” she responded with a warm smile, her eyes briefly flicking to the man across the table. jungwon noticed the glance and mentally facepalmed. just a few minutes in her presence, and it felt like he’d forgotten the world around them entirely.

“and this is my best friend, jay,” jungwon continued, gesturing toward him. jay extended his hand, and y/n shook it with the same poise as she met his gaze.

“hi jay, nice to meet you,” she said smoothly. even jay couldn’t help but admire the effortless ease with which she carried herself.

jungwon’s voice, tinged with curiosity, brought her attention back to him. “i heard you speak korean, right?” he switched languages mid-conversation, testing the waters to understand where they stood in terms of communication. his eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her reaction.

she understood perfectly, of course, but shook her head. “well, no. i don’t speak korean, but i understand it,” she said with a nervous laugh, her tone light but carrying a hint of uncertainty.

jungwon frowned, confused. why would mark bring her if she didn’t meet the requirements? and how could she respond to korean if she didn’t speak it? how could she understand without being able to speak it back? it made no sense to him.

“what do you mean?” he pressed.

“i can speak it, but i prefer not to,” she explained, her eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness. “but you can speak korean. i’ll understand.” she couldn’t outright admit her insecurity about her accent—it felt silly. being born and raised in new york, korean wasn’t something she used in her daily life, and the skill had slowly begun to wither away.

“i don’t understand,” jungwon tilted his head, still confused. “so you do speak- or you don’t?”

“i mean… i guess i can speak it for you,” she sighed, closing her eyes briefly to collect herself. “hello, jungwon. my name is y/n. this is how i sound in korean. are you sure you want me to continue?”

his expression softened as a smile spread across his face. he let out a laugh, clapping his hands in delight. his earlier frustration melted away, replaced with relief.

her laugh was soft, almost nervous, as she hid her insecurities behind a playful pout. “see? my accent is so bad!”

“no, no, it’s really good,” he said, switching back to english. his face lit up, and something about him shifted. the earlier shyness faded, replaced with an ease that seemed to come from the ability to switch between languages.

“i disagree, but thank you,” she said with a soft chuckle, leaning forward when she noticed the way he kept sneaking glances at her.

“how do you know korean?” he asked, leaning closer. his arm rested lightly around her waist as he toyed with his weed pen. taking a slow drag, he exhaled the smoke to the side, his eyes still locked on hers.

she didn’t mind, though. it wasn’t often that she actually wanted a man to get closer. “i went to an international school,” she explained lightly. “my grandma insisted i learn as many languages as possible.” her voice softened with fondness at the memory, and jungwon nodded, genuinely intrigued.

“but enough about me,” she said, steering the conversation back. “you two are from korea? are you on vacation or…?” her voice trailed off, hesitant yet curious, trying not to overstep.

“yeah, something like that,” jungwon replied with a grin. “but… do you mind if i switch back to korean?” he asked, mid-sentence, struggling to find the right english words.

“ i don’t mind!” she answered quickly, leaning closer.

“yes, because my english is terrible,” he admitted with a laugh. his doe eyes locked onto hers with a gleam she couldn’t quite place.

“no, it’s really good,” she reassured him, her smile warm and genuine. for a moment, they just stared at each other, the club’s music filling what would have otherwise been silence.

“well anyway,” he said, clearing his throat and reaching for his drink, his tone suddenly more serious. “i want to make a toast—to our terrible accents. with… a bottle?”

y/n’s ears perked up, his invitation was impossible to ignore. leaning in closer, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “yeah? and you wanna go to a VIP room, maybe?” her words were teasing, her smile all too knowing.

regardless of the attraction, this was business. mark had told her jungwon was a spender, and she wasn’t about to miss her shot at securing her spot as top earner. if her attraction made the job easier, so be it.

jungwon’s eyes widened in surprise before darkening with anticipation. he’d forgotten how intimate things could get at clubs. alone time with someone as sexy as y/n didn’t seem like a bad idea. “yeah, excellent. i want!” he exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement.

without hesitation, y/n stood up and reached for his hand, her fingers curling around his with just enough firmness to guide him through the crowd. the ambience of the club seemed to fade as she led him away from the main area, pulling him toward the back. the air between them felt charged. every step they took was heavy with the promise of something unspoken, yet thrilling.

the vibrant, chaotic lights from the front gave way to softer, deeper reds and purples, casting an intimate, sensual glow over everything. the crowd of drunken bodies blurred into the background as they weaved through, their movements naturally in sync, the pull between them undeniable.

as they entered the secluded area, the music pulsed with a hypnotic rhythm that matched the tension building between them. the bass thrummed softly through the floor, and the dim purple light played across the room, casting shadows that highlighted every inch and curve of y/n’s figure.

she turned to face him, her back arching slightly as she stood in the center of the space. her body swayed in rhythm with the music, and she let her hips move in slow circles as the fabric of her skirt shifted higher to reveal her gold lace thong. and with each motion, the shimmer of the material caught the light, adding to the allure of her movements. she could feel his eyes locked on her, the intensity of his gaze making the space between them feel heavy with anticipation, his mouth slightly parted in awe.

she took a step closer to him, her fingers brushing against his chest as she leaned in just enough to tease, her breath warm against his ear. the scent of her perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the soft scent of the smoky, intimate space they occupied.

without breaking eye contact, she lifted her arms and removed her clothes to reveal her slutty golden threads disguised as a bikini, guiding his hands to her waist, and slowly, she began to move again. now her body pressed against his, grinding to the tempo of the song in the background. with each twist of her hips, each roll of her body, she made sure to leave him wanting more. the space between them grew smaller with every movement.

his hands slid around her back to her ass, pulling her closer, his touch was firm yet gentle as they both leaned into the rhythm of the song. the music seemed to fade away as their focus zoomed entirely in on each other. jungwon couldn’t hold back the smile forming on his lips, the admiration clear in his eyes as he looked up at her. “you’re very good, really,” he said breathily, a moan almost escaping his lips. he fumbled with his wallet, taking out his hundreds to put along the hem of her thong. “and one more..”

“mmm, thank you,” she ran her hands up his chest, trailing her fingertips lightly over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath. her body moved in a fluid, unhurried way.

y/n couldn’t deny it—she was really getting into it now. pulling away, she bit her lip as she stood. noticing the way his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though the smile never left his lips, “where are you going?” he asked.

“oh, i’m not going anywhere,” she replied, her teasing tone making his dick jump. kneeling in front of him, she looked up and batted her eyelashes. “can you sit on your hands for me?”

“what?”

“hands under your legs?”

“like this?” he asked, lifting himself to place his hands flat on the couch under his thighs. she nodded and got up again.

“this is not allowed, but i like you so,” in a swift motion she turned around, her ass now the main focus in his gaze as she pulled her panties down agonizingly slow. she lowered herself on top of his lap and started grinding slowly against his erection, a sense of pride growing from the way he immediately whimpered out a moan as he threw his head back. “god bless america.”

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jungwon raised his shot glass, a playful grin lighting up his face. “here’s to hard dicks and lots of money.”

y/n smiled, lifting her own glass. they wrapped their arms around each other, intertwining to seal the toast. the moment felt oddly intimate despite the chaos of the club around them.

“cheers,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the music, and they downed their shots in perfect sync. the sharp burn of alcohol spread throughout their chests, but neither seemed to mind as their eyes met over the rims of their empty glasses.

setting his glass down, jungwon leaned in, his voice low as if afraid someone might overhear. “i want to ask… do you work outside this club?”

she paused, caught off guard by the question—not because she hadn’t heard it before, but something about the way he asked felt different. maybe it was the look in his eyes or the way his cologne lingered in her nostrils just a little too long. whatever it was, it made her want to answer differently, made her consider breaking a rule she’d never bent for anyone before.

she leaned in just enough so that her lips were at his ear, her voice only loud enough to cut through the music, she said, “give me your phone.”

he wasted no time fishing it out of his pocket and handed it to her without a word. she quickly typed her number, adding a heart and heel emoji next to her name before sliding the phone back into his hand.

“there,” she said with a teasing smile, watching as he looked down at the screen, a grin spreading across his face. “don’t lose it.”

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the train ride back home, was a struggle for y/n. she could barely keep her eyes open. she’d been awake for almost 24 hours and by now, she could feel the exhaustion deep in her bones. the remnants of the night lingered like a haze but she couldn’t afford to fall asleep, the fear of missing her stop made her pulse quicken, so she clung to the music playing in her ears, letting the beat try to keep her alert but it wasn’t enough to drown out the heavy exhaustion weighing on her. her body ached for rest.

as soon as she stumbled into her apartment, she was almost too tired to even take off her shoes. she dragged herself to the bathroom and stripped for a quick shower, the hot water hitting her skin like a shock. it didn’t help much, but it was the only thing that could force her into some semblance of alertness.

after quickly washing off the night, she collapsed onto her bed, burying herself under the sheets. she didn’t even bother to put any clothes on, the towel would just have to suffice for the night. the moment her head hit the pillow, sleep overtook her with such intensity as her mind and body faded into the blackness of sleep.

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“yo.” it felt like she had only just closed her eyes when the sound of her sister’s voice shattered the quiet in her room. “yo!” y/n groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as the sound grew louder. “did you pick up milk?”

y/n barely stirred, her voice thick with frustration as she rubbed her eyes and squinted at her sister. “do you see milk in the fridge?” she asked, deadpanning as she barely lifted her head off the pillow to meet her sister’s gaze.

“no?”

“then i didn’t pick up the fucking milk,” y/n snapped, as if the answer was so painfully obvious.

a beat of silence passed before her sister rolled her eyes, the annoyance radiating off of her. “wonderful, thank you,” she said before walking out of the room, the sharp snap of the wooden pieces connecting making y/n flinch, but it wasn’t enough to shake her from the exhaustion that still clung to her like a second skin.

she let out a low groan, pulling the blankets over her head, trying to escape the reality of the morning and shut out the unrelenting sunlight seeping through the thinness of the fabric. sadly, the one thing she craved wouldn't come. she tossed and turned, trying to will herself back into slumber, all of her movements working to no avail as she only grew more and more awake.

with an exasperated sigh, she threw off the covers and dragged herself out of bed. the cold air outside her room felt like a slap to the face, but it was grounding. she didn’t want to get up. hell, she didn’t want to be anywhere but in bed. but there was no use lying there when she could make something of the day, even if she was running on less than five hours of sleep.

she pulled on an old blue hoodie that displayed itself as moreso a greyish green color, and some loose sweats that played peekaboo through its holes and tears. she barely paid attention to what she was wearing as she made her way to the porch. the fresh air was a calming touch to her senses, grounding her in a way she hadn’t realized she needed.

she reached in her pocket, pulling out a pack of malboro. she brought the orange end to her lips and lit it as she drew in a long, steady breath, letting the smoke fill her lungs. the sharp sting of the nicotine was like a kick to her system. she leaned against the railing, staring out at the street below. the city felt alive, even if it was still early and the streets weren’t at their fullest occupancy. the only sounds were the soft chirping of birds perched on the power lines and the distant hum of car engines. everything felt a little too calm, a little too still.

and for a moment, she was lost in thought, letting the weight of the past few hours catch up with her. she didn’t even notice the vibration in her pocket until it buzzed a second time, and then a third before it finally pulled her back to reality. she glanced at her phone and felt her heart stutter when she saw the message.

come over?

x sent $800

x has started sharing his location

masterlist | chapter 2

[phoniexrose02]

Heat

Miguel Diaz x Black! Reader

Smutt~

"baby you sure you Feeling alright?" Miguel ask in a Quiet Whisper, You'd been Feeling him up all Day.

Whatever your boyfriend had Going on Was making you hot. After being in the hospital for a Bit, he'd finally seemed to be Recovering Well an Even Gained a Few Pounds to show it.

"Mm'Fine..."

The Boy Had you in Heat~

He'd smash his Heavy Body into you When Cuddled, and his Strength was Godsent, He'd Pick you up with Every Hug an effortlessly pulled you into his Lap Whenever you Found yourself Seated.

It didn't Help that you two were Recently Sexual active, he Made you Feel like a Goddess While you Learned EachOther's Body's.

You Sat in his Living room Feeling him up threw his Pants, While he tried to study on the Homework Ahead. He'd of course Taken Note as he'd found himself Struggling to focus."My Ma is Leaving for work Soon Amor, you'll get what you want~" he whispered to You Nibbling and Sucking at your Ear."But for now let's try to get this Done, Ok?" You Nodded an He Kisses you Cheek before returning to the Homework.

You Couldn't Keep still tho...you couldn't stop yourself from Looking at his Handsome Face. You'd thought about Teasing him again Thirty Minutes later only for his Mother to rush out into the living room in her Scrubs Separating you once again.

"Your Yaya's at her Bookclub an Dinners in the Oven Miggy"

"K, te quiero mamá!" Carmen Kissed at her Son's Cheek as you Waved Goodbye." And I want Fénix Home By 9!" She Yelled on Her way out Making the two of you Laugh.

Followed by Awkward Silence as you Both Came to the realization."Do you...Wanna Eat Dinner First??" Miguel asked Shyly as you started Rubbing at his thigh. "I don't wanna Wait any Longer~" you Whimper out to him, Wrapping your Arms around his Neck your Nails Gently Glazing against him, he Shivered but Quickly Wrapped his Arms around your waist pulling you Close."Straight to the Room Than?" you Nodded, Shifting onto his Lap."Take me There?~" you Pouted out grinding again his tent. You Yelp Out When your Suddenly off the Couch.

"I Gotchu Babe~" Miguel Smiled he could tell you Went Gaga for his Muscles, He felt at Ease Whenever you touched him, Loved on him. He walked to his Room While you Gripped him Tightly, you Bite your lip when he finally climbed you both into Bed Placing you against his Pillows."Your so Strong Migs~" he Smirked pulling you into a Kiss.

" I'm all Yours Amor~"

At this Point you two were furiously making out an Tearing off each others Clothes."Damn Baby~" Miguel Moaned out as he Pulled your Panties from your Soaking Cunt."You in Heat or Something Chica?" He Giggled out Before Tossing them somewhere in the Room, he Ran his Fingers Threw your Seeping Pussy while you Grab for his Hard Dick an Began Playing an Jerking at his Tip, He Hummed as he thrust into your Hand letting his Fingers Playing with your Clit. Miguel Groaned out Quietly as he started a Harder Thrust into your Hand, you Pulled him Closer with a Small Whimper of your own.

"Come on Miguel, let me Hear you~" you pleaded an he'd let his noises Slip out more as she Jerked faster, he played along slowly circling around you hole before shoving two fingers into your Heated Mound."Fuck baby you so Hot you Want me that Bad?~" he Struggled out thrusting his fingers in with Ease. You Nodded Pulling away from him in pleasure, Laying Back into his Pillows, you Rolled your Hips into his Fingers as he leaned down lightly biting an Sucked on one of your nipples while Pinching the Other, You Yelped with the Sudden add Pleasure arching your Back off of the Mattress in Pure Bliss.

" Fuck Miguel! I'm Wet enough, I want your Dick~" he pulled his Fingers from you Before Shoving them into his Mouth, He Moaned at your Taste Before pulling them from his Mouth with a Smirk." So Horny Mi Fénix~" he Hopped up from his Bed retrieving a Condom from on of his Bottom Draws, an Slipped the Latex before pulling your legs to the Edge of the Bed.

You Wrapped your legs around his Middle already familiar with the Position until he pulls them over his Shoulders instead." I wanna bury myself in your Heat Amor, Let me fill you up Good~" he Guided his Dick into your Warmth with a satisfied Groan, his Dick being Squeezed the deeper he slips in. Your Moans fill his Ears as he Worked himself In Thrust by Thrust, he Hugged you Thighs Close to his Chest as he Worked a Good Rhythm into you."

"Fuck! Your Melting me Amor!~" his Dick filled you Perfectly, his Beautiful tip Rubbing your Deepest Depths. You Gripped the Sheets For Dear Life as he pulled you In with Every Thrust Screaming to the High Heavens as he Molded himself into you,

You Mewled as he Fucked you Harder his Groans Getting Louder as he Chases his High."Ruin me Miguel~" you Begged for him an he Squeezed your legs letting his Fingers sink Deeper Thighs as he Fucked feral, Probably the Hardest he Ever Fucked you.

"Oh Fuck! I'm Cumming Papi! Don't Stop! Don't Stop!~" Your reach you Breaking point Pretty Quickly but you Weren't Expecting your Juices to Cover Both your Stomachs, Miguel didn't Have much Time to be Shocked as his Thrust Grew Sloppy, moving with no Rhythm as your Pussy Sucking him in with Every Thrust, He shoved himself as Deep as he Could Fit an Came with a Beautiful Moan."Ugh! God you have the Best Pussy I've Ever Felt!~" He panted Resting his hands on your stomach."I'm the only Pussy you've ever Felt" you Said Sheepishly Drawing his Attention Back to you, he Pulled you legs from his Shoulders. "Hush...don't think I didn't Hear you Earlier~" Miguel wiggled his Eyebrows Rubbing up your Hips.

"It..it just Felt Right! At the Time..."

"Try an Remember that Excuse Next Time Papi's Makin' you Squirt~"

More Cobra Kai 🐍

[honeipie]

SEVEN

shoto todoroki x fem!reader

synopsis: you recognize his hair, his eyes, even his demeanor. but damn, you can’t remember his name.

song inspo: seven by taylor swift

author’s note: let’s also just pretend he got his scar at eight so it works with the song!

DAY 1

“i like your hair!”

shoto jumped in his spot from under the jungle gym not expecting anyone to find him. its not like you were trying to find him. you had just been trying to find places to put your treasure (sticks and mulch) then stumbled across the boy.

“sorry! didn’t mean to scare you but your kind of in my ship”

shoto looked around confused.

“this is a playground”

you huffed moving your body from the play structure going underneath with him.

“you don’t have much of an imagination do you? every time i come to the park i play pirates. and this is where i hide my buried treasure” you held your hand out with a smile “i’m l/n y/n, but just call me y/n!”

the first thing shoto noticed about you was the two bottom teeth you were missing. next was the overalls you were wearing accented with cute patches. he hesitantly placed his hand in yours.

“todoroki shoto”

“cool name! i think i’ll call you sho”

you sat crisscross next to him with a tilt of your head “so why are you down here anyway? kids usually play up there” you pointed above where you could hear laughter and the pounding of shoes hitting the metal. shoto shrugged looking down at his fingers.

“i’m not good at playing” he mumbled picking at his perfectly white sneakers.

enji would be extremely busy for the next three months trying to achieve that number one hero spot. it sucked up enough of his time to the point where he couldn’t train shoto like he was before. rei now had a mission to get her son out of the house as much as she could before enji came back to his regular routine.

“yeah i could tell” you sniffed a bit drawing some shapes in the mulch “but i could show you how! i mean we are friends now. i know your name and everything”

he was about to respond before a woman called out your name.

“i gotta go, but you’ll be here tomorrow right?”

shoto nodded, watching as you crawled out of the confined space “see you later sho!”

he sat there eyebrows scrunched together after the interaction.

DAY 2

“sho! are you here?” you asked laying flat on the metal to look underneath. there he was in the same spot as yesterday inspecting one of the sticks. his head lifted as you came down sitting across from him.

“are you ready to learn how to play?”

“uhm”

“you’re ready. i can tell” you shifted some of the mulch around into piles “so these over here is all my treasure. you don’t have any yet because you’re a new pirate. you get it?”

shoto shrugged at your words looking at his empty spaces “i think so..”

you peaked out of the entrance of the bottom “c’mere!” shoto crawled up next to you looking out “which one of your mom?”

shoto squinted then pointed to a woman far off sitting on a bench “she’s over there”

you nodded looking over at him with the same big grin from yesterday “that’s perfect! you see all the treasure that’s near her?” you pointed out the rocks laying near her feet.

“they’re rocks”

“yeah but when we play we pretend that it’s treasure okay?”

shoto nodded along attempting to get the gist of this.

“so we’re gonna have a plan so we can get your first pile of treasure. you can distract her while i take some of the treasure real quick! can you do that?”

“i think so. this is kind of like the hero missions my dad goes on. they make plans like this”

your eyes sparkled looking over at him “your dad is a hero? that’s so cool!”

“he’s not”

with that you shook your head starting to crawl out of the hole “let’s do this!” shoto climbed out slowly after you going all the way over to his mom.

“shoto?” rei shut the book she had been reading and held her hands out for him “are you alright?”

“i’m okay” out of the corner of his eye he noticed you go behind her to get the rocks you had been talking about.

“well did you need something? are you ready to leave?”

“no, i’m just supposed to be distracting you”

rei squinted her eyes in confused until she noticed you come from behind her proudly holding up the rocks “we got the treasure sho! now run!” you booked it back to the hiding spot with a delayed shoto right behind.

when the two of you sat back down you counted the rocks and split them between you evenly “not bad for your first heist! just next time when you’re being the distraction, don’t let them know you’re distracting them okay?”

“okay”

DAY 14

“sho!” you squealed excitedly swinging yourself underneath. shoto no longer flinched when he heard your voice. for the past two weeks he’s gotten used to your presence, and has been learning different games from you each day “guess what my mom said?”

“what?”

“you can come to the creek with us! it’s this really cool place fifteen minutes from here. just ask your mom if you can go! she can go with us to make sure you’re okay and talk to my mom so she’s not bored!”

shoto crawled out of the space and walked over to his mom with you bouncing behind him. rei smiled when she saw the two of you approaching her. deep down all she wanted to see was her kids be happy, and when shoto was with you, he was.

“mom? y/n’s mom said i can go to the creek with them. you can come too”

“please miss rei! it’s gonna be so fun!” you begged taking both of her hands in a plea. this made the woman chuckle.

“if you want to go then let me get my things”

“yay! cmon sho” you took his hand in yours getting a head start.

shoto didn’t mind you taking his hand or guiding him wherever you wanted to go. because where ever you went, he wanted to follow.

“here it is!” you stood on one of the rocks with your arms reached out. water flowed gently through the creek, glittering every time the sunlight hit it the right way “isn’t it pretty?” you asked reaching down to put your hand through the water. shoto leaned down to do the same thing.

“it is”

DAY 28

“you’re my best friend”

you blurted out of absolutely nowhere.

both you and shoto had taken your shoes off to dip your feet into the creek. he blinked at your words trying to decide how to respond.

“you’re my only friend”

this made you smile and gently knock your shoulder into him.

“that makes me the best doesn’t it?”

his head tilted when you said that giving him something to think about.

“it does”

you gently kicked your feet up getting some water on your calves.

“as my best friend, can i tell you something? but you can’t tell anyone else okay?”

“why are you telling me?”

“cause that’s what best friends do. they trust each other like that”

shoto wasn’t trusted with things. he was told what he should be doing, and he did it. so when he heard that you trusted in him, something inside him shifted. he relaxed his shoulders which always seemed to be tense.

“you can trust me”

you let out a sigh, picking at some of the dirt on your shorts.

“kids at school don’t really like me. i try to make friends, but i guess they don’t think i have cool clothes, or ideas.. or whatever”

for the first time shoto saw that light in your eyes fade, and he didn’t like that.

“why would they think that? you’re the coolest person i know” he watched as the smile started to creep back onto your face “and i really like your clothes. they don’t make a person cool or not. my dad has cool clothes and he sucks”

this made you burst out laughing, which made shoto grin.

“you’re funny sho”

DAY 57

“maybe your house is haunted. that’s why your dad’s such a jerk” you explained hopping to the next rock in front of you. shoto jumped onto the one that you were just on.

“you think the haunted house is making him hate me?”

you stepped back onto land with a sigh.

“you’re right that doesn’t make sense.. well what if you came and lived with me! we could play pirates everyday and read stories every night”

that did sound promising. being able to live in a home that wasn’t his.

but he couldn’t.

“i don’t want to leave my mom alone with him”

“that- that makes sense” you crossed your arms frustrated at the situation. not long after your confession, shoto let you in about his father and how horrible he actually was. you could see how it would affect him some days. the way he would lay his head against the trunk of the tree. bags growing under his eyes which isn’t normal for a kid his age.

“ugh! everything is just so stupid!” you picked up a rock about the size of you whole hand and slammed it into the water resulting in a small splash.

“that was tiny”

“well it still helped! you try” you handed him a rock that was a little bigger “say something that make you mad and throw it in really hard”

shoto stood there looking at his rock before he started to reel it back.

“i hate my father!” the rock made a bigger splash then yours making the both of you laugh.

“nice one sho!” you went to pick up another big rock this time going to throw it yourself “the kids in my school are mean!”

“i want to play with my siblings!”

“i want to have nice clothes!”

the two of you continued to toss rocks into the creek, each of you stating something that just wasn’t right in you’re lives.

prime seven year old activity.

your threw rocks until the two of your small chests were heaving up and down.

“do you feel any different?”

“no”

“yeah, me either”

DAY 74

“did you know that the moon is 238,900 miles away?”

“of course i did”

you were currently reading out of your book on planets with shoto sitting right next to you peering over at the pages. you turned to him with a big smile.

“no you didn’t!”

“yeah i didn’t”

you laughed at his new, and growing, sense of humor. shoto pointed to a little doodle in the corner with a speech bubble.

“i love you to the moon and back. what’s that supposed to mean”

“it means you love someone a whole bunch”

“oh,” he turned to you “do you love me?”

“mhm! best friends love each other. that’s just how it works” you shrugged flipping the page “but i don’t just love you to the moon. i love you to.. saturn!” you pointed out your favorite planet to him.

“what’s the difference?”

“saturn is 912 million miles away. that’s a lot more than the moon” you let him sit with the new information as you reread all of the facts on the page.

“do you think we can go to saturn one day?”

“i sure hope so! maybe we can find some aliens up there. see what kind of stuff they do for fun”

shoto’s face scrunched up when you said that.

“aliens aren’t real”

“yes they are!”

“no..”

DAY 91

you walked towards the creek holding a box full of beads and string. you pushed past one last tree to find shoto already sitting there, feet in the water. that had been his favorite thing to do since he was introduced to this place.

“hey sho” you said sitting down next to him placing the box in between.

“hi” his eyes watched as you took off your own shoes and socks. there was a small, rare frown on your face as you dipped your feet in “what’s wrong?”

you pursed your lips out shifting them to one side, and then another “i have to go back to school tomorrow. summer break is over”

“oh” he had gotten so accustomed to his new routine that he hadn’t even thought about you leaving “are you sad about going back to school?”

“yeah”

“is it because the kids aren’t nice?”

“.. yeah”

you went to reach for the box unclipping the sides. taking off the lid, he noticed many colorful and differently shaped beads. plus string that could’ve been at least two feet long.

“what’s that for”

“i wanted to make friendship bracelets so we don’t forget about each other. i can show you how to make it. hold your wrist out”

you unwinded the ball of string while shoto extended his arm to you. carefully, you measured the size of his wrist then cut it. right before you could cut your own shoto took the scissors and the string.

“i can do yours” he gently grabbed your wrist going to cut the string at the right length. in all honesty he had made bracelets one time before with fuyumi, but he wasn’t going to mention it and take away your want to teach him.

“don’t you think it’d be cool if we went to the same school?”

“it would be nice,” shoto placed the scissors down “but my dad would never let me go to school. well, one that isn’t UA”

you looked up at the mention of the hero school “you want to go to UA? that’s so cool! you’re gonna be the number one hero and i’m going to brag to everyone that he’s my best friend” you showed him how you were going to pattern your beads, but he could do them however he wanted.

“do you want to go to UA? maybe we could be heroes together”

you thought about it as you slid a purple bead onto your bracelet “i don’t think so. my quirk isn’t really hero-like” shoto decided not to ask about your quirk, because he simply didn’t care. his whole life had been centered around quirks and didn’t want to talk about it further if you didn’t push.

the two of you spent the rest of the time talking. about school, and about the games you’ve played. right until you tied the bracelet securely on his wrist. it all white beads on it along with his name in the middle. complete opposite of yours, which looked like a rainbow puked on your wrist.

“that should be tight enough! but shake your arm around just in case” shoto shook his arm gently and you shook your head “no, you’ve gotta really shake it. like this” you wildly waved your arm over your head. it was enough to hear the jingle of the beads, yet they were still secure.

over these past three months shoto had decided to embrace your personality instead of fighting it. so he raised his arm up and shook it like yours. the boy got a little too committed to the bit and accidentally knocked himself beside the head with his arm.

“sho! you okay?” even with concerns in mind, you couldn’t help but giggle seeing him rub his head.

“that freakin’ hurt!”

you burst out in laughter which made him huff out in annoyance “i’m sorry! i just can’t help it-” you leaned backwards and ended up hitting your head on one of the tree trunks “ugh!”

shoto’s eyes widened and he reached over to help “you okay?” he asked but you heard a quiver in his voice. you looked up from your laugh to see a smile on his face and a small shake from his body.

he was laughing.

“i’ll be okay, but let’s not forget who did it first!” you huffed making him laugh more. smiling you cleaned up the rest of your beads. an alarm went off on your watch making your smile quickly fade “i gotta go now. my mom wants to get home to get ready for tomorrow”

shoto didn’t know what he was feeling, but it wasn’t good. his only friend was leaving. the only one who didn’t care about his quirk, or his dad. the only one who let him be himself whether he was being clueless, or a know-it-all.

the only person who saw him.

he opened his mouth to say a couple of words, but he was cut off feeling your arms wrap around him tightly.

“i’m gonna miss you” you mumbled into his shoulder. with reluctance, but care, he went to wrap his arms around you.

“me too,” he let out a quiet sigh letting his shoulders relax “do you think i’ll see you again?”

you were quiet, which had him spiraling. what if you didn’t want to see him again? what if this was all some big ruse and you didn’t actually like him. all this time, wasted just to-

“yeah i do. because i get that feeling people get. riiiight here!” you pulled away placing one hand in the middle of his chest. shoto’s brows scrunched together.

“my diaphragm?”

“what is that? no! i mean my gut!”

“yeah well you’re a little high”

“nuh uh!” you noticed the tiny smile that you had come to know “you’re messing with me” he chuckled as you got up and grabbed your things. another alarm sounded from your watch indicating that you really had to go “bye shoto. i’ll see you later okay?”

he watched as you walked away from the creek, and in part, away from him.

“okay, see you later”

DAY 3650

“mom i’m just gonna go really quick. i haven’t been in what three months?” you were walking from your school down to the old creek that you used to go to. you didn’t go there as frequently as you used to but it was still a good spot when you needed serenity “i’ll do my homework there and i’ll see you later.. bye love you” you hung up the phone right as you passed the playground.

kids yelling to each other from each side of the jungle gym. it had been majorly renovated since the last time you were on it. new slides and monkey bars, but they never changed the little cubby that you used to crawl into with an old friend.

you picked back up on your walk letting the memories come back to you one by one. the trees were a lot thicker than they were back then. harder to push aside without getting all scratched up.

the sound of rushing water could be heard from where you stood. you knew you were close.

“shit..” you mumbled noticing a cut you got on your calf. you hobbled closer to the creek with your eyes still down on the cut. which led you right into him.

you knocked into his back almost falling but his reflexes wouldn’t do that to you. he had his hand securely on your arm helping you stand in an upright position.

“thank you! i’m really sorry for bumping into you. i just got this cut and i wasn’t to focused on what was ahead of me” after fixing your clothes you finally looked up at your savior. your very familiar savior.

two different colored eyes. one side of his hair red and the other side white. you wouldn’t be able to forget those features. not even if you tried. the only thing that was new was a burn patch on one side of his face. you tried not to linger to much on that though.

by now he had let go of your arm placing his one hand back into his pocket “don’t worry about it. i should be going anyways” he grabbed his bag from under a nearby tree. as he walked away you felt a twisting in your stomach. you weren’t letting him get away again.

“i think i might know you” shoto stopped in his place turning back towards you “from.. when we were younger. my name is y/n, i used to come here with a friend who looked exactly like you. i’m sorry i just- i can’t remember your name”

his face didn’t move which made you more nervous each passing second.

“i’m sorry if you’re not him. it’s just that you two look so similar”

“my name is shoto. and i am familiar with you as well y/n"

"so formal" you chuckled quietly looking down at his uniform "you got in"

he looked down noticing that he was still wearing his school uniform.

"i did. what about you? did you try to apply?"

you shook your head laughing at his question "me? a hero? hell no. i don't have a hero quirk and i've come to terms with that. plus i don't think i'd want to do that for the rest of my life anyways. no offense" you went to sit down on a nearby rock near the creek. shoto still stood there stoic, and awkward "do you still have to go? if not it'd be nice to sit and catch up.. only if you want though"

shoto didn't look like it, but he was going through a whirlwind of emotions all at once. he had come here once a month since his first year. part of him just wanting a hidden space to think, the other part wondering if you'd ever pop up again. it was stupid to think that after ten years you'd randomly show up and you'd become best friends again, but here you were. sitting right across from him and offering a seat, and there was no way he wasn't going to take it.

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[ladykailitha]

The Last Dragon Slayer

This is what my brain gets up when I'm sick and can't sleep.

Enjoy!

~

50 years prior there were a rise in dragon habitations and to combat what the humans saw was an infestation trained dragon slayers.

But the profession is dying out as most of the evil dragons have been slain, and those that try are beat back by their own kind.

In a small kingdom the evil King Richard wants to get rid of the dragon that has taken residence in the mountain nearby.

So he hunts around to find that all the dragon slayers have died or retired long since.

All but one. Sir Steven of Harring's Town. He is a disgraced prince whose mother was eaten by a dragon shortly after his birth and has vowed to find and kill the creature.

The King almost turns him away when he arrives. He is thin, almost too thin to hold up his armor, his horse is on its last legs. His sword is chipped with many battles and held together with leather and tattered silk.

It's clear this man has not known a decent meal in a really long time.

But the dragon must be dealt with.

So the king feeds Sir Steve up for a couple of days so that he at least has the strength to draw his sword and sends off, pointing in the direction of the beast's mountain.

The dragon, Edgewraith, is black dragon with red eyes, claws, and underscales.

He is quite fearsome to behold.

He watches as this piteous creature stumbles off his aging horse and struggles up to the cave entrance.

"How desperate King Richard must be," Edgewraith hisses, smoke and spark spilling from his mouth. “To send me you."

Sir Steven pulls off his helmet and throws it to the ground. "I am the last dragon slayer, monster. All I ask is a shift death and that you mount my head on a spike in front of your cave announcing my demise."

Edgewraith is startled but before he could even form a response, the knight faints.

Two weeks later Sir Steve wakes to find the most beautiful man standing over him with a cup of broth. He has long dark curls and reddish brown eyes. Sir Steven falls in love almost immediately.

Eddie, as the man introduces himself, tells him that no one will come looking for him, as the dragon has spelled a skull to look like his visage and done as he asked.

Sir Steve is dead as far as the world knows.

Steve cries in relief.

The two slowly get to know each other and fall in love.

But before they can make love for the first time, Eddie reveals himself to be the dragon, Edgewraith.

Steve replies that he figured it out a long time ago and didn't mind. He took care of him when no one else would. Of course he fell in love with him.

Eddie knows that they can't couple, because of how hot he runs but one day a stray ember hits Steve in the leg but he doesn't call out in pain.

He picks it up and tosses it neatly into the fire. Once while making dinner for them both, Steve slips with the knife, but he doesn't bleed.

So Eddie starts pressing Steve a bit more about the dragon that supposedly ate his mother. All the villagers had described it as breathtaking. Bright bronze scales on top and warm brown eyes, claws, and underscale.

Eddie knows who this is and sends out the call.

Mirrorsong arrives and when she sees Steve instantly transforms.

"Mother?" Steve cries because the castle had paintings of his mother everywhere and he even kept a miniature he had painted himself with him at all times.

She runs to him and tells him the truth.

She fell in love with his father and married him. But when she gave birth to Steven, her insides burned the midwife's arms, nearly killing her. When the king learned this he banished his wife and raised her son as a dragon slayer.

Steve learns that while he can't change shape like Eddie and Mira, he cannot be hurt and he will live a long life. Maybe not as long as Eddie, but they have centuries instead of decades now.

The old king dies and the new king is kinder.All the kids like to go up to the mountain to play with the two strangers who protect their town.

And everyone lives happily ever after.

[imsosleepyofyourbull]

Trey Clover Playlist + Analysis

Okay, so first and foremost; this playlist is a WORK IN PROGRESS that I will be slowly adding to as I find more neat songs and further develop my understanding of Trey as a character. He’s a very neat little dude who has rather unexpectedly become my #1 favorite (skating right past Ruggie who had been my #1 since I first found the game) and I wish more people talked about him. This is me trying to get people to talk about him, and also me making up an excuse to yap some more.

Here’s the playlist on YouTube Music!

Here it is again on Spotify!

And if you listen to it while you read, you may notice that a lot of these songs have some vaguely conflicting themes. That’s because I’m insane and LOVE exploring the way Trey’s ingrained instinct to watch out for the people around him gets in the way of his personal desire to be perceived as an unremarkable person, and how that meshes with his unexpectedly sly nature. Many of the songs I included are clearly sung from the perspective of a caretaker trying to do their best to hold their loved one together. The Rockrose and The Thistle and Welly Boots are the most obvious examples of this, but it’s also in Achilles Come Down and Coraline (once you translate Coraline’s lyrics.)

This is a pretty obvious reference to the way that Trey plays the peace maker and reliable right hand within the structure of Heartslabyul, as well as his complex dynamic with Riddle as the result of his childhood guilt. At the same time, however, there are songs like The Harpy and the Hare and And the Hound, which create an image of a caretaker who is (unintentionally or deliberately) smothering their wards. This is in reference to the way that multiple characters call out how dangerous it can be for Trey to cover up for everyone’s mistakes and concerns, as it can lead to them being unable to take care of themselves and messing up really badly when Trey isn’t there. Further, there are songs like Over&Over or Timekeeper’s Heartbeat where I play with Trey’s exhaustion and burnout.

These pieces all contribute to the mystery of Trey’s character, and who he is as a person.

His care for the people around him is undeniably sincere, especially for Riddle, but it also seems to be a learned response from his position as both the oldest son in his family and vice housewarden of Heartslabyul. The reliable older brother to much more interesting and energetic younger siblings. The steady but unremarkable right hand to the rose red prodigy tyrant. And that’s just the image he wants to cultivate, isn’t it? That’s how he wants people to look at him, right? He’s repeatedly told everyone around him that he prefers to not draw any more attention than he has to, because he’s a perfectly normal guy who isn’t worth it.

But how much of that comes from a place of genuine wanting, and how much of it is the result of his experience as “the guardian?” When he says that his care for the people around him isn’t as kind as people believe it is, I wonder if that means he’s aware of the box he’s built around himself in an effort to keep being everyone else’s safety net. It even plays into his unique magic and how it’s revealed to us! He doesn’t go to any effort to hide what it does, and willingly uses it to change the flavor of their dessert when Cater asks him. As far as anyone else is aware, Doodle Suit is a harmless trick incapable of causing any real harm.

But then he uses it to overwrite the spells of one of the most prodigious and powerful mages that attends their school.

He clearly knew what it was capable of for quite a while before he used it like this too, given the ease with which he deploys it in action. He’s a total wolf in sheep’s clothing; but for whom he chooses to play the harmless woolen prey, the sharp-toothed predator under the moon, and the protector of the pack changes from moment to moment. It seems to depend on whether it’s his own personal desire or his built in response to put the people around him above himself that takes precedence. But the vast majority of people he interacts with don’t end up ever realizing this about him because of how his motivations manifest. He doesn’t want trouble, so he prevents trouble from being able to occur in the first place by getting in the way to solve it.

His image is his mask, and his cage.

[leoruby-draws]

Next up is Owen Mercer aka Boomerang Jr, son of Captain Boomerang and the speedster of the TrWh Outlaw team! Get ready for another long post you guys, god my hands are hurting this week arrughhh.

Owen's a fun character to draw and has a fun personality in general. He's more angsty and dark in the comics but since Digger finds out about him early on, Owen's much more happy in this au. Digger and Owen have a fantastic father-son relationship and Owen really looks up to him. Digger is so happy he found Owen but is kinda frantic on how to raise him, being a villain isn't the best job for a dad. Not sure what age Digger discovers him, maybe 10 or so?

That mini version of Digger's outfit is what Owen would've worn if he was discovered even younger (he's 4-6 in that doodle), preteen Owen would've found that outfit a bit too silly for his tastes tho.

Honestly I'm not sure if Owen even lives with him, since Digger is a rogue and probably in jail more often than not, Owen might still be in foster care. I don't remember if Owen was shown to be adopted in the comics, he was already shown to be an adult. Btw, concerning Owen's age*, I'm slightly lowering his age to better fit with Jason's age group (he's 12 to Jason's 10). He, along with Jack Moore, are the oldest of the team, too bad Owen doesn't care about acting his age!

While Owen loves hanging out with his father, he also likes to hang out with the Flash aka Barry Allen. Barry has been mentoring Owen on and off (much to Wally's dismay) and has been slowly pushing him towards heroism. He's knows Owen's got a good heart and see's that he has the potential to access the speedforce. Owen's a character that's caught between two worlds, rogue and hero. Does he want to follow in his father's footsteps or go follow Barry?

What a conundrum, but this is a problem he had in the comics. His struggle to figure what to do with his life. Actually, I think I heard somewhere he was actually created with the intent to replace Wally as the Flash but they dropped that plot point, leaving him adrift in the comics. Let me know if that's wrong tho!

Captain Cold aka Leonard Snart isn't helping matters as you can see in that vague threat up there, I'd like to better define that relationship between those two but I'd need to read more comics with Leonard to do that.

Here I have Owen with some of his friends and his dad. I said in my last post with Rankorr, that he and Owen's friendship is a nod towards the famous Green Lantern/Flash partnership. Owen's always trying to get Jack to loosen up and have fun, Jack sometimes finds this annoying but is slowly letting Owen in his life. You can see up there Owen giving Jason a ride someplace, bet Jason wishes he took the bus lol.

You can see Owen gushing over Para Dice, his canonical girlfriend from Rebirth. Owen at some point meets her in Australia and has an instant crush on her. Para is a rather mysterious girl, but has taken a liken to Owen as well. Still too young for a proper romance tho, plus Owen would need to sharpen up his speed skills if he wants to make this LDR work.

There's Digger training Owen in the art of the boomerang, rogue or hero, any son of Cap. Boomerang will be a learn to toss a good boomerang!

Another drawing of these two, aren't they adorable?

Here's Owen bother poor Lisa Snart aka Golden Glider. Owen can be a little insensitive, tho he's never actually malicious in intent (usually). Always thought it was weird that Lisa was considered a candidate for Owen's mother, she didn't seem old enough for that (Owen was like early twenties). Anyways Lisa thinks he's an annoying little twerp...

...and not the only one. Here's Owen bothering poor Jesse. Also you can see I messed up on her shirt design, wasn't really thinking about what I was drawing I guess. I do that sometimes lol.

On the nature of Owen's and Jason's relationship, they seem to quite like each other. Neither of them had many friends before the team, and find easy camaraderie in having simple boyish fun together, which is something they kinda needed in life. You'll sometimes see them making complex plans for the next prank (Lori is invited as well).

In team dynamics, Jason can find Owen tendency to not take fights seriously kinda annoying. While Owen can sometimes disregard Jason's leadership (should Jason be leader that day I mean) due to him being younger. Friction isn't common between them though, perhaps because they got a lot in common.

From being caught between opposing morality, difficulty in finding a niche in the DC comics, even in trying to discover who their mothers are. Its can be validating to know people who understand what your going through.

Little more focus on Owen's relations, I said that Barry has been trying to steer Owen towards good but I also think that Barry just thinks that Owen is just a fun little guy in general. I'd think they get along pretty well, Wally looks so pissed tho. There was this one comic where Hal had Wally as a sidekick for a day and Barry was pretty jealous. Guess the reverse is happening here. Wally's a favored target for Owen's pranks, so this whole situation is just very annoying to him.

Here's Digger introducing Owen to the rogues, Leonard looks befuddled at all this (Digger got a girl preggo? crazy).

Wanted to have Digger and Owen watch cartoons together, so I looked up Australian cartoons, found something called Bluey. Apparently it's super popular, even adults like it. So I found some free cartoons on youtube and yeah. It really is that good. Look it up if you want to see some fun, relaxing cartoons with smart writing!

To finish off this mass of words, here's Owen being a goofball with Eddie and Jason. I'm slowly finding that Owen's got a pretty fun dynamic with most anyone I draw him with. So that's been fun.

All this and I still haven't gone into Meloni and Bart, but it's best if I leave that for later. Anyways, hoped you like all that!

*About Owen's age, the comics never specified what his age actually was. All I know he's in his twenties but still younger than Dick's age group. Young enough to be unsure of his place in the world, but old enough that his 'relationship' with Kara to be weird. I guess it'd be less weird in my au with a smaller age gap, but that's still not happening.

[maliktomlinson]

❄️ Be There by @mission2feelike [179k]

Niall sits down dramatically, arms flopping to his side before he leans forward and looks right into Harry’s eyes. “So, your ex-boyfriend, who broke your heart four years ago, is coming to stay at your house for six weeks? And his daughter, your daughter, is coming to stay tonight?” Harry nods, worried if he speaks he’ll be yelled at again, but then Niall’s face softens, his ever-present smile is back and Harry hears him breathe out a small chuckle. “Okay, for the record, I think this is the worst idea you’ve ever had, but how can we help?"

or The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

❄️ When Least Expected by rearviewdreamer @all-these-larrythings [22k]

Drowning in a sea of emails and Zoom meetings in the living room, his lonely son falling more and more behind in his kitchen classroom, and crushing weight of the world being on house arrest for the foreseeable future, one fateful online interaction suddenly has everything looking up.

❄️ Nothing Else But Us Right Here by supernope [35k]

Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

❄️ If My Heart Was A Compass, You'd Be North by @cheekiestcheeky , @heartsoftlouis [55k]

The one where punk Louis likes to think he’s not clumsy, but he suspects he’ll have to accept it when he falls face first into a relationship with a head full of curls and his tiny human.

❄️ My Heart Might Be Broken (But I Won't Be Broken Down by @elleseekeepdriv [46k]

A story about a couple falling in love and becoming a family, and then breaking up and dealing with a heartbroken daughter while surviving their own heartbreak. But at its core, a story about a couple fighting against biphobia, fighting for their love, and learning to accept each other while learning to accept themselves.

❄️ Oh We're In Love, Aren't We by rearviewdreamer @all-these-larrythings [30k]

After sixteen wonderful years of friendship, it's hard to imagine any grand (and usually dumb) plans they haven't had or some type of mischief they haven't gotten into together. But, when Harry suddenly finds himself without a fiance and Louis just wants to help him feel okay again, they realize falling in love is one thing they haven't done, and that's about to change.

❄️ Sip It Slowly And Pay Attention by vintagehistories @adoredontour [12k]

It’s not that he doesn’t trust Louis, but. He doesn’t trust Louis’ taste. Louis has about the same track record with men that Harry does, if not quite as extensive.

or, harry is a guidance counselor, louis is an english teacher, and harry just wants to go on one successful date.

❄️ Play Pretend, Find A Friend? by @angelichl [40k]

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

❄️ Fly Me To Places I've Never Been by @boosbabycakes28 [47k]

The one where Louis’ ex ends up sitting right behind him with his new girlfriend on his flight back to Los Angeles, and the beautiful stranger next to him has an unexpected idea to help him get through the next five hours.

❄️ See It Turning Red by @dinosaursmate [30k]

Prince Harry employs a male escort to accompany him to official functions to spite his father, King Edward, but Harry has a little trouble keeping his head.

❄️ Campus Creatures by @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf [25k]

It’s senior year for werewolf Louis Tomlinson and vampire Harry Styles, and as presidents of their respective fraternities, they’re determined to do it right.

Though what that means is anybody’s guess.

❄️ Break Open The Sky by @karamelised [20k]

Werewolf au. Harry might be a werewolf, but he still wants to experience Uni like everyone else. Turns out he learns a lot.

❄️ Night Changes by colourexplosion [40k]

Fuck, he loves Louis. Wait, of course he loves Louis. What’s not to love? He’s kind and he’s funny and he’s patient with Harry always and he’s always been there when Harry needed him. Well, not tonight, but Harry hadn’t specifically said to him that he needed him and whatever — okay. Of course he loves Louis. That doesn’t mean he’s in love with Louis.

But I am in love with Louis, he thinks, and curses as his shampoo runs into his eyes.

Or, Louis and Harry are soulmates. (With a twist.)

❄️ Help Me, Help You Find Love by haroldstylinson29 [23k]

The one where they all attend a university for supernaturals and Werewolf Frat president and resident heartthrob Harry approaches on campus matchmaker Louis to help him find love.

❄️ Reverse Psychology by heartbreakwthr [17k]

The one where Louis Tomlinson is an elementary school teacher that has visited the hospital twice a week for the past two months, and is hopelessly out of Harry’s league; Harry Styles is a child psychologist who can’t bring muster up the courage to introduce himself to the biggest crush he’s ever had; and somehow they work together to create the best Christmas party the hospital’s ever seen.

Total Fics Read: 15

[fandoms--fluff]

Could you do Hope being stressed with monsters and Alaric getting on her back because of it and girlfriend reader helps her relax with soft smut? Bottom!Hope with like a sprinkle of praise for flavor if it's not a problem

Thanks

Needy

Female witch reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: sub/dom, praise kink, nipple stimulation

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Hope comes into your room, and slams the door closed. You're sitting with your legs bent up to the sides, leaning against the headboard of your bed, reading Pride And Prejudice.

Before you can say anything, your girlfriend climbs onto the bed and lays against you, between your legs. Her back is rested against your chest, the back of her head in the middle between your collarbones.

"What's wrong, baby?" You put the book down and run your hands up and down her arms.

"Dr. Saltzman" She groans, pouting. "Oh, what did that son of a bitch do now?" Your eyes turned stone cold, hearing that name.

"He wants me to fight all the monsters and make sure no one here gets hurt, but also wants me to keep up with all my classes and then yells at me for not managing to keep up with one of them" Hope rants.

"I'm sorry, Baby Girl" You move to slide your hands up and down her stomach. "He shouldn't be saying things like that to anyone, especially not to you," You say before kissing her forehead.

"You need to relax a little" You whisper, a playful glint in your eyes. "Mhm," an agreeing smirk appears on her lips, knowing that look.

You bring one of your hands down to between her spread-out legs and start running your pointer finger up and down slowly over her clothed pussy. She makes a little mewling noise when you press your finger harder, giving more pressure. Her juices are soaking through her thin sweatpants, onto your finger.

"Oh, so wet for me, Baby. Good girl" You praise her. " She leans her head back into your chest, letting out a small and quiet moan at your words. She loves having your praise, something you had learned the first time you guys had ever had sex. One of the best nights of your guys' lives.

She brings her head back up when she no longer feels herself covered. You had spelled her top, bra, pants, and panties off a second ago, the two garments brushed away to the other side of the bed.

"Thought I'd speed up the process" you wink, making her blush. She then nods in agreement, loving how she never had to get up while trying to take her clothes off without looking weird for trying not to be too slow for doing so. God, she loves you so much.

Her nipples harden against the cool air. You move your two hands up and trace each finger against each of the rosy pink nubs. Hope basks in the pleasure of your hands on her breasts. She leans into the touch and bites her lip as you pinch her nipples, sending pleasure spasms through her body.

"You like that? I bet you do" You coo to her, repeating the process again.

You tug on her erect nipples one last time before trailing your hands down her stomach and to her needy pussy.

She shivers as your cold pointer finger circles her clit. The temperature change makes her ever so needier. You stop your circling movements and instead run your middle and pointer finger down her needy heat, getting them covered with her slick.

She let's out a loud moan as you gently insert your fingers into her. You start to pump them in and out of her, slowly letting her get used to the feeling before picking it the pace.

"Such a good girl for taking my fingers" you praise into her ear, making her shiver in delight.

You lean in and start placing kisses over her neck, creating hickies here and there. As you mark her, you're curling your fingers in her tight hole all the while stimulating her clit with your thumb.

"Y/n/n" Hope whines, turning her head into your chest. "You're close, Baby?" You ask while groping one of her breasts in your left hand.

"..Yes" She breathes out, squeezing her eyes shut. The stimulation she's receiving draws her over the line. She's needed some time to relax with you all day. Being needy in class had been torture. " 'm close" She whimpers.

"Oh, I know you are, almost there, baby girl. You're doing so well" You pump your fingers in and out of her quickly, getting her there faster.

With one final tug of her nipple, it causes the stimulation to go overboard. A loud screamed moan fills the room as her release overcomes her.

"That's it, good girl" You praise her. "So proud of you" You rub her stomach soothingly, calming her racing heart from the orgasm she just had.

Hope smiles as she breathes deeply, inhaling your perfume. This is just what she needed.

[starry-bi-sky]

Part two of the "Clone Danny" au

The link to the first part is put above!

His friends know that he's phantom, they help him out just the same as before. Due to not having any ghost powers, Danny has to rely on tech and outsmarting the ghosts a lot more than before. He can't keep stealing tech from his parents' lab either, and he can't ask them to fix it if his stuff breaks. He teaches himself how to fix it.

(Its a lot of sleepless nights stealing his parents' blueprints and trying to study them. And a lot of late night research and talking with Tucker on how to build and understand tech. He refuses to rely on Tucker for his gear)

He talks to Sam about fashioning a persona as both Phantom and as Fenton. She's been to a lot of rich parties, she's seen celebrities and how they act. A "careless party boy" won't work for Danny. He's no A-Lister. But coward, feeble Fenton works just fine. Minus his smartass comments, which he can slowly start phasing out of his "civilian" life under the guise of there being ghosts.

He draws into himself, keeps his head down in class, wears baggy clothing. Ghost fighting at night really does a lot of the work for him, since he's so tired in class that he doesn't bother putting his hand up or participating. He can play the part of "loner, loser Fenton" pretty well, and ups the ante.

Phantom already has a small fanbase amongst the A-listers for being the strong, silent confident vigilante-hunter protecting them from the ghosts. Nothing much changes there other than a few minor things. Anyone who knows ASL knows he's a major fucking smart-ass who keeps cracking jokes and puns at the ghosts.

Danny learns self-defense after getting his ass beat too many times (he also gets Really Good at gym because he runs a LOT after ghosts. He eventually learns to make trackers to stick onto them when they fly away) and even gets a few ghosts to help him after he befriends them while they're exploring Amity at night. Its nothing professional and he still gets hurt a lot, but he knows how to throw a better punch than before. And he knows how to dodge better.

Since he's going for a "get them tfo of here before my parents get here" approach, danny takes a more of a "talk first, fight later" route. this... kinda works. mainly for the non-hostile ghosts. its how he manages to get some of them to help him with fighting.

Danny's honestly really, really clever. He largely relies on his wits since he doesn't have any powers to force ghosts back into the ghost zone.

TUE still happens it just occurs a little differently. Vlad Masters still wants Danny to be his son and Maddie his wife, etc. But he also wants to turn Danny into a Halfa like himself, since he knows that Danny has mild ghost abilities, he thinks he has the capacity to turn into a halfa.

Dan happens when Vlad manipulates a grieving danny into agreeing to become a halfa like himself. Except it kills Danny fully, and in his rage, Danny, now dead and a ghost, rips out Vlad's ghost half and merges with it and creates Dan. So not too different from canon.

….actually i change my mind. Danny’s ghost doesn’t merge with Vlad. Danny’s ghost tears Plasmius apart for lying to him. Dan is entirely Danny, just big and hurting and wanting to hurt others because of it. His emotions are big so Dan is big.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

[starsfic]

Hello there :P

Is it okay if you can write something based on these drawings? It’s about history repeating itself but MK and Red Son talked things out after their fight while Wukong and Macaque reminisce about how they could’ve talked things out too centuries ago

@swirly-strawz: Spicynoodles, but they go through the Hero and the Warrior allegations (The Harbinger and The prince were like the stars and flames-), eventually ending with MK and Red Son talking things out with lots of tears (MK has a head injury and Red Son has an eye injury) Bonus: Shadowpeach watching this whole ordeal progress all the way to after the fight

The Harbinger and the Prince were like the stars and the flames, their glow providing light and warmth upon the world. Although the two had started out as rivals, they grew to learn that, together, there was nothing that could stop them, either in the Celestial Realm or on Earth.

However, as the Harbinger grew in power, the shadows began to block out his starlight. In the darkness, the Prince was forgotten by his starlight.

Eventually, as all things lead, the two were led into a mighty clash. Thankfully, the hero and the warrior were spared by fate. Although both were injured by the other, they realized that their fight was not against each other...

Soft sobbing filled the cottage.

It was located in the main bedroom. Once a space cluttered with peach chip crumbs and remains of the past, it had been cleaned up so the duo lying in bed would be safe and comfortable. Currently, comfort was not a priority.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"My Light, it's alright..."

"No, it's not!" Qi Xiaotian's eye, the one not covered by the bandage that covered half of his face, gleamed with gold for a split second as his emotions rose up. He took in a deep breath, held it for five seconds, and let it out slowly. "No, it's not. I nearly ripped out your eye because I didn't want to listen to you about how I was hurting myself."

"That was a lot of you in that," Despite the complaint, the edges of a smile decorated Red's face. "I could've worded myself and done better to make my emotions clearer, including my concern. You shouldn't have to deal with my blow-ups."

"Yeah, but your blow-ups are part of who you are."

"Not a good part..."

Neither noticed the monkeys hovering next to the doorway, listening in tense silence. Wukong kept glancing back inside, his tail flicking back and forth. Macaque stayed still, so still that anyone else would've mistaken him for being a statue.

"I'm sorry for leaving you behind and hurting you."

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

Both flinched at the apologies.

[ralibo14]

TPN Brainrots part 1:

Another TPN manga panel redraw, but this time everyone goes down with me (because it's sad).

Also part one of my 'wonderful' tpn theories and head canons. It'll be long😅. There will be manga spoilers so please, read at your own risk😊.

First character I go through is... Ray.

He is one of the most complicated characters I ever saw (all tpn characters are, tbh). I always thought that people who have photographic memory are so lucky. Ray showed me that it's both a blessing and the curse.

Like in the picture above. You can clearly see that the first 2 kid waving at his direction. It's strange to know that there was a time when the Trio were one of the young kids and not the older ones. My first head canon is that Ray tried to save more kids, not just Emma and Norman when he was younger. When the blond haired boy leaves (first panel) he looks like he is about to cry (also the Trio is around 4 or 6) but when the other kids get 'adopted' Ray keeps his head low most of the frames (I'm convinced that when the second kid left he was already working as Isabella's spy.)

Ray coloration explained:

Purple eyes are self explanatory to me. I started draw him with purple eyes as soon as I found out he is Isabella's son. Purple in the hair and freckles? Well... I'm still very, very convinced that Leslie didn't die (at least not when he left the House). I always think about his situation, like what Norman got into with Lambda. The Ratri-clan is big but they need outsiders, to be soldiers, scientists, etc. And since girls from the Houses can only become Sisters and Moms... maybe some boys can become scientists and soldiers. (I can't believe I'm writing this but think about Andrew🤢... he was 100% not Ratri yet he could become an adult). So by this logic I believe Leslie could grow up too and (because I'm a sucker for happiness) he met Isabella again at some point.

Ray turning away:

On the second frame he is not looking at the girl who is leaving, but to the opposite direction. Why? Notice something else? Yes, Norman is missing too. Gilda has her winter jumper on so I figure Norman got sick again. Ray priorities his friends safety over everything else.

Also notice how Emma and Norman slowly get into the middle of the frame while Mom/Isabella get out of it? Pretty strong metaphor. It's the perfect example of 'Blood related family ≠ real family'. And while I'm a RayEmma shipper (obviously aged up version) I would never forget about Norman. He is as important to Ray as Emma. This Trio sticks together no matter what.

(older manga colouring ⬇️)

Now onto the hearth breaking stuff:

Ray's relationship with Isabella:

This deleted scene with Ray and Ayshe lives rent free in my head. Like there are two people with similar family situations and the one who lived int the middle of nowhere with a demon parent thinks positively about their parent, while the other, who grew up in a comfortable home like space with a human parent, thinks the opposite.

"But to me, she was always a monster"– Ray.

Like ufff... This sentence hits real hard. And it's low-key true from Ray perspective. He studied and read all the books in the House, not because he was interested, but because he had to. Norman is a genius, Emma learns real fast, Ray does everything he can to always get max points on his tests. But he also secretly planning his friends excape. Collects scraps of technology to build the device which makes them able to excape, plans his own 💀 carefully, so no one else will get hurt and on a top of that he is 'spying' for Isabella. Sacrifices people he wanted to protect. I can't imagine that inside panic when he didn't get max scores to that one test. I'm sure he was happy because Norman and Emma got their regular scores, but deep down he felt like he failed.

My head canon here is that Ray always gets nightmares if he is alone or in an unsafe place. And 'thanks' to his perfect memory his nightmares build up from actual memories (like we see that in the Seven Wall Arc). Also he doesn't get sick often but when he does... it's like a memory fuelled fever dream, with hallucinations and etc.

Ray's healing journey starts after the Jailbreak Arc. As soon as Mom is not around anymore, he ever so slowly starts to let down his guard and starts to show more and more emotions. His relationship with Yuugo/Mister is like a greatest archivment in his case. The playful, sarcastic 'arguments' and the way he openly said his opinion on things in front of Yuugo and Lucas. Shows how much he changed and opened up.

Isabella on the other hand... her change of heart and feelings were a mistery almost to the very end. To be honest I hated her most of the time, until the Back to Grace Field Arc. (Older manga colouring again⬇️😅)

Two things in this page which are very important.

1: Ray's guard is up again in no time, when he sees Isabella, while her emotionless mask is cracking. This is the first time we get a little inside of how she really feels about Ray.

2: Flashback of the two most important things that connects them. The song and the way they were forced to sacrifice others to stay alive.

The lullaby is very important, because it's calming and feels very intimate (like a normal parent-child relationship should be).

You also can't convince me otherwise that Ray didn't hummed this lullaby at least once in the B06-32 shelter to help the youngest kids fall asleep.

And now... onto the last picture. Their goodbye.

Saddest part ever! Never forgiving for this decision.

Ray and Isabella were never allowed to talk even two short sentences with each other without any consequences. In the House they had to play their assigned roles. Then they didn't see each other for almost 2 years. Finally they had to save half of the team from getting unalived... And they moment they would have time the last twist happens... leaving us with a sad ending.

Epilogue and Human World Arc...does little to compensate. Although I can't get over the fact that Yuugo's, Conny's and Isabella's 'ghosts' helped Ray found Emma in the Human World.

Speaking of finding Emma. My last head canon for Ray is the following;

When they found out that Emma lost all of her memories from the Demon World. Ray couldn't help himself but whisper a "I wish this happened to me". And everyone looks at him with an understanding smile thinking he blames himself for this... But in reality he really just selfishly thought (only for seconds) that he could forget everything happened on the other side.

Okay. That's all. Sorry for the supper long post and I'm forever thankful if you read through my brainrots 🥰😘. Also let me know if I should cover more characters like this. I'll obviously do Emma and Norman but if there any other characters you want to see please let me know🥰🤩💖.