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this is so funny to me😭😭😭

drawing people i see in the city (48/?)

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Lady in Blue

In the middle of room, she shone. Lady in blue, and I red. We blend together so well when slow dancing hand in hand. She asked me; “Should we move closer”? And we moved in sync, neither of us in a rush. My hands rest on the curve of her waist. They tingle, burning the feeling into my nerves. I savor the moment with my eyes, looking from where my hands rest to her breast. Sitting perfectly in that dress. At the same time, she rubs circles onto my arms. Oh my Lady in Blue, your soft hands turn me from a woman, to a butterfly. And you a flower. Your smile, your eyes, draw me in like pollen. “I just wanna hug”. You take me in your embrace, confirming my intuition. And my, how it sets me ablaze from within. In this moment Lady in Blue, no one occupies this room but I and you. I believe we made a beautiful color, hopefully you believe so too.

a/n; trying to play with color here.

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hai guys! i’ve been super busy with school but i assure you i’ll have more fics & drabble a for you soon :3.

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Everytime I look at you, there’s a hypnotic light. Like a moth to a flame I follow, and everytime I fly too close to the sun. A wake up call that you’ve left me behind while my heart stood still. We’re worlds away and no amount of proximity will change that.

Reo x Nagi

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i was gonna make “Things Ive Never Done Before” into a full on chapter fanfic but i realized i may have gone about it wrong😭😭!

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Things I’ve Never Done Before

Chapter 1; Masquerade

ocs name is pronounced Ay-naz, Integra x Oc, Maxwell is Married to Oc, 17+

Aynaj is preparing for a masquerade ball. As the hairstylist finishes up on Aynaj, she stands to admire herself in the large mirror; She’s beautiful. Hair curled and brushed to form synchronized waves. Makeup innocent and insatiable with pale pink eyeshadow, red lips and cat eyes. Her gown is purple and poofy, with glitter floral embellishments that shone under the light. Her sleeves were off the shoulder also showcasing her collarbone. The bust of her corset tight just enough to enhance her chest, but not enough to cause spillage. “I’m going to turn heads tonight”, Aynaj thought to herself. Abruptly she was interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. “How lovely you look tonight”. Maxwell places his head onto her shoulder, inhaling her scent. “You should fix yourself up more often”. He then began moving his hand up and down her side; slow and agonizing, as if to seduce her. Aynaj scoffs internally at his backhanded complement. She removes his hands from her waist and walks over to her vanity to retrieve her mask. Maxwell’s smile drops at his wife’s disdain toward him. “I hope you don’t intend to embarrass me with this bothersome behavior. Be a sweetheart and leave the attitude at home”. Her eye twitches at Maxwell’s demand but keeps composure nonetheless. “Is the chauffeur nearly here”? She asked in annoyance. “Yes, we ought to make haste”. He holds his hand out for Aynaj to take.

Upon arrival the married couple exits the chauffeur hand in hand, though not in sync. Aynaj walks a short pace behind Maxwell as to appear uninterested in him. She moves the mask on a stick away from her face to take in the atmosphere of the ball. Everyone is dressed to the nines, on theme, and in all sorts of colors . There were masked aerial dancers half naked spinning from the ceiling; Where a chandelier that lit up the entire room hung and surrounding it, ethereal paintings. The music also raunchy in instrumental. Aynaj returns her attention to the ball attendees around her. She noticed a woman in an emerald green suit sauntering toward them. Finally stopping in front of the two the woman speaks. “Maxwell! It’s been too long”. The confidence from this woman swallows him whole. “Integra Hellsing. Indeed it has”, he replied smugly. “This must be the Vatican's competition”. Aynaj thought to herself. Integra turns her attention to Aynaj. “And who might you be miss?” Integra asks curiously. Maxwell opting to speak for Aynaj as usual begins to introduce her. “This is my wife…” He trails off to another topic that neither of the women were paying attention to, unbeknownst to him. They were having a silent conversation of their own. Integra took in Aynaj’s appearance with her eyes. To the sparkling floral patterns on the skirt of the dress. To the corset that hugged her comfortably, to her incredible, plump chest. The exposed collarbone and shoulders. Those kissable red lips. And finally those bewitching brown eyes that seemed to suck Integra in. She’ll need a long prayer once alone, from the deliverance of the temptation to do unholy things with Maxwell’s wife. Aynaj had been enamored as well. “She’s tall, about 6’2. Enchanting brown skin with long, blonde, and silky hair. And eyes as blue and hypnotic as they come. The suit is tailored to her figure; giving her a structured yet curvy silhouette. I wonder what’s underne—“. Maxwell clears his throat to get the attention of both women, pulling Aynaj out her thoughts once more. “Maxwell fetch me a glass of champagne”.

Aynaj never took her eyes off Integra. Maxwell narrows his eyes at her, but goes to fetch the champagne nonetheless. Integra takes Aynaj’s hand and brings it to her lips. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, my lady”. She presses a kiss onto it, whilst making searing eye contact with Aynaj. “As am I”. Aynaj replies. Sir Hellsing’s actions made her feel something, but she wasn’t quite sure what. Before she can make an effort to continue the conversation, Maxwell had returned with her requested champagne. “Here’s your champagne dear.” Maxwell gave Aynaj the glass and turned to Integra. “It was nice talking with you, Integra Hellsing.” He brings his arm behind Aynaj, possessively pulling her in by the waist to him. “Likewise”. Integra said with a purr. She walked into the crowd of ball attendees. “Fancy me with a dance will you?” The two walked over to the dance floor amongst other possible couples and married folks. The dance began. In the midst of being spun, Aynaj saw Integra watching. When close to Maxwell, he whispered to her sweet nothings; “Your skin is of a king’s mattress”, “Your eyes glow like the stars in the sky”, “Your dancing is as graceful as ballerina”. Though it all fell on deaf ears. Aynaj was too busy stealing glances with the woman in the emerald green suit. The dance had soon ended. Maxwell kept her at his hip at all times during the ball. He conversed with his business partners, and they spoke of her as if she wasn’t there. He treated her as if she was a trophy, a possession. So badly Aynaj wanted to escape the present circumstance though Maxwell wouldn’t allow for it.

The ball was nearing its end. Maxwell decided it was time for the two to leave. Aynaj’s mind never left Sir Integra Hellsing. As they boarded the chauffeur, Aynaj reflected upon the night. Integra’s suit, her long hair, tanned skin, the way she kissed her hand, how soft her lips felt, the way Integra made Aynaj feel like they were in their own world despite Maxwell standing right next to her. She felt like there was an electric current flowing from her brain, to her heart, to her— “What am I thinking! I’m married and my husband is right in front of me,” Aynaj thought to herself. However this was a feeling no amount of denial could simmer.

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Hello! My pseudonym is Xoe!

I’m 18, black & nonbinary :3.

I’m an aspiring novelist (as the description says lol) and what other way to practice some writing skill than with fan-fiction!

I’m multi-fandom but rn my currents are; blue lock, hellsing & diabolik lovers (lmao niche right?) .

recent fic here