#Bliss Honeydew

[theangrycomet-art]

Blisstina Redesign

Honestly I just wanna rewrite Bliss from the ground up.

she's the result of the final Powerpuff Xtreme's battle, a new creation from the conglomeration of parts and ingredients, recovered from Dick Hardly' destroyed factory by Agent Honeydew

less stable than the original PPGs but way more stable than the Xtreme's with the help of technicalogical enhancements as well as Honeydew's training

Special Power: Telekinesis (limited), Telepathy

Initially has a VERY awkward relationship with the Girls and the Professor bc she remembers the final fight between the Xtremes and Hardly, but things eventually smooth over

COMMISSIONS OPEN

Solo PPG style and some alt colors I still like

[raystarkitty]

Kinz Friends!

[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS' FAVORITE FOODS

One of my favorites (if not the favorite) pieces of info about E's private life.

When I brought Elvis in something that he really loved to eat, he was adorable, sitting up against the pillows, cross-legged in his men’s pajamas. He had this cute little dance he did in bed, where he rocked from side to side, sometimes with his eyes closed, with this beatific smile on his face, almost like Stevie Wonder. That’s how much he loved his favorite foods. It tasted so good to him and made him so supremely content. I can still see him rocking left to right in bliss, enjoying his food. Linda Thompson on her memoir book, "A Little Thing Called Life: On Loving Elvis Presley, Bruce Jenner and Songs In Between".

Some of the treats Linda mentioned Elvis liked were:

A pound of bacon, a six-egg omelet, and five or six pieces of toast.

"When I took the enormous portion up to him on his tray and put it in front of him, as he’d predicted, he didn’t ever eat all of it. So, no, he didn’t eat oversize portions every night. But sometimes he did eat too much, especially in the wake of 'Aloha from Hawaii,' when he was recovering from the deprivation of that 500-calorie-a-day diet."

PB&B (peanut butter and banana) sandwiches:

"If they were not made exactly the way he required, he would not eat them, and he had no hesitation about sending them back. Make it the way I want it,' he would say to whoever had brought up the food."

"Iddytream" (ice cream)

"He loved all of the flavors, but I’d say that vanilla and chocolate were his absolute favorites. Sometimes strawberry. What he really adored were ice cream sandwiches, and especially Eskimo Pies, the ones with the crispy chocolate coating encasing a square of vanilla ice cream. Sometimes he ate a whole box at once, with me bringing the treats to him one at a time."

Honeydew melon

During Elvis Week 2024, Linda said that Elvis requested honeydew melon for dessert, especially when he needed to control his weight gain (which she says, as we can imagine, was often). At night she would bring him his order, one of his favorites according to her, and they would put a towel on the bed, as usual whenever they'd eat in his bedroom. El would sit cross-legged, happily eating his honeydew melon and (occasionally) with each bite he would do that little dance that she told in her book.

As for the food Elvis couldn't stand, Linda said:

"My preferred diet ['Mediterranean diet with a lot of fish and vegetables'] suffered during those years because Elvis would never allow fish to be cooked at Graceland or anywhere we were. He hated the smell of fish."

[thelandboundseawitch]

🍎Fruit Correspondences🍎

Apples:

Red Apples- Love, prosperity, lust, knowledge, sex, romance and passion, fruit of the dead, immortality, happiness, good physical health, curses

Green Apples- Money, prosperity, luck, success

Yellow Apples- Curses for money loss, greed, envy

Apricot- Love, longevity, good health, healing(physically and emotionally), sweetening things, glamour, beauty Banana- Travel, sex, fertility, potency, prosperity, comfort, pain relief, sleep, dreams; infidelity curses, impotence Blackberry- Healing, love, protection, natural beauty, lust, cursing, binding Blueberry- Healing, protection, calm, focus, communication Cantaloupe- Protection, energy, motivation Cherry- Dreams, love, divination, beauty, substitute for blood/meat/organs, happiness, emotional healing, friendship, repel negativity, relationships Coconut- Chastity, innocence, protection, purification, beauty Cranberry- Romance, cleansing, severing negative ties, ambition Date- Love, psychic abilities, friendships and repairing them, quick energy Elderberry- Protection (psychic and emotional attacks), protection from psychic vampirism, fidelity, spirit work, wisdom, cleansing, dexterity, balance (usually of body and mind), celebrations; can be used as a substitute for blood despite not being red, good for ink making Fig- Abundance, divination, energy, fertility, good luck, health, love, money, peace, power, strength

Grapes:

Green- Money and prosperity, business, grounding, creativity

Purple- Psychic abilities, divination, spirit work

Red- Strength, lust, fertility, encouragement

Grapefruit- Cleansing, confidence, cooperation, healing, inner strength, mental clarity, purification, curses

Honeydew Melon- Sweetness, refresh, renewal, energy, subtly, kindness, relationship Kiwi- Secrets, looking for answers, happiness, sex and physical longings, good luck Lemon- Love, purification, beauty, friendship, longevity, inspiration, cursing Lime- Command and dictation, emotional healing, protection, energizing, purification, protects from negativity, curses(envy, jealousy, money troubles, bond severing) Mango- Love, protection, harvest, business and legal matters, happiness, friendship and family Nectarine- Love Orange- Awareness, prosperity, love, friendship, divination, creativity, inspiration, dream work, opportunity, harvest, money luck Papaya- Love, protection, brings happiness, kindness, strength in hardship, overcoming challenges Peach- Happiness, love, protection, exorcism, wishes, femininity, female fertility, knowledge, motivation, bliss Pear- Love, lust, wealth Persimmon- Happiness, healing, luck, lust, sex, wisdom Pineapple- Relieves stress and anxiety, imagination, relieves art block, luck, prosperity, happiness Plum- Luxury, sex, lust, love, wealth, and sleep Pomegranate- Beauty, protection, lust, the forbidden, death, wisdom, blood substitute and organ substitute Raspberry- Fun, love, courage, blood substitute Strawberry- Love, curses(losing love, cheating or lost of sexual drive) Tangerine- Protection of a home or space, happiness, friendship and cheerfulness Watermelon- Purity, luck, happiness, renewal, rebirth

[whumpsoda]

I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek

Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up

WOHEO Masterlist cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump

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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.

His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.

“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.

Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly. 

“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.

“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.

For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime. 

Really, they did.

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Only one single chime of an- his-  insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.

“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.

Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.

Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”

“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position. 

He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!

For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.

[lan-archive]

:: ||📮⇢ [ Cooldown ||🍁. ]

Gellos' Mail ::📮⇢ [This one's also pretty old, older than Scholar's Little Lamb. However, this was around the time I was inspired, that's why it's better than Scholar's Little Lamb. ]

:: 💌⇢ [Letter length: 339 words. ;; romantic.]

📩⇢ [Divider by >> @cafekitsune<<.]

Fabric rustles against skin and skin grazing against textile, the sound echoing through the desolate sound of her private office. The sunlight pours through her window's covers, a warm hue of sunlight dews decorating a mess of a room, a honey hue giving life to the two lovers' adventures.

"Do you even remember how to do my makeup, Kazuha?" A low chuckle came inhibited of the director's grin. She relieves a breath at the feel of her beloved's touch, her body sinking against the warm wood behind her back.

"Of course, dear. I'm no lover if even I am unaware of your routines." His words shook with slight timber, a cool and soothing symphony akin to a flute's song, laughter gracing his beauty. His hands, a gentle callous, graze against her skin, a shivering feel of tremor rushing through her spine.

"Now, let me pamper you, my dear, for just this moment. These breaks of yours are scarce, my love.." His tone was nothing short of affectionate scolding, his hand busy with brushes and pallettes of her favorite hues. His voice dwindles down to none, the comforting stare of his was soft against her supple skin, focus undivided.

His brush moved smooth against her skin, the soft bristles trailing across her eyes' curve. The maroon pigment was cold to the skin, a whisper of warning to close her eyes.

No moonlight stares against his autumn day, as the honeydews of her eye had been shrouded by her steady lids. His work was slow, a breath still, akin to a breeze gentle against her skin.

Her hand held him not tight nor forceful, but soft yet almost fleeting against his thighs, forever trailing up and down his pant at a gentle pace of a stroll.

"Your gentle hand flatters me, Kazuha." She mused, a symphony whispering the mischief of his dear. A snicker trails behind her musings, a feeling of her bubbling laughter pressed against his own. The presence of her joyful heart flush against his, a radiance of bliss.

[poppiesandpromises]

Honestly I really wish

That sickness and sadness

Didn't hold hands beneath

My skin, that I was less

Lemon, more honey

Trim the prickle from a cactus

To coat my hands in

Honeydew, to let the

Golden butter bliss

Kiss my spine

To thaw

Keep the sunshine in

[ruggiethethuggie]

Picnic For Two

Summary: You and Ruggie get to go on a picnic date together.

WC: 1740 Tags: Ruggie x reader, gn!reader, picnics, flower crowns, Ruggie sings to you at one point, Ruggie is pure bliss, for once this is beta read and i lightly proofread it, tw big time rush though

“Do we have to walk any further? Ruggie, please. My legs are tired,” you groaned as you trudged along behind him. Ruggie was in front of you, carrying the large basket he put together for your afternoon. “Oh, c’mon. We don’t have much more to go. I just wanted us out of the way of the club. Riddle said he didn’t care if we came out here as long as we’re out on the far side of the fence,” he replied happily as he turned his head back to you with a grin. “See, just right up there and that’s it. I promise.” You looked in the direction he nodded his head towards. It was a nice patch of grass, not far from the field’s fencing and covered by shade from a large tree.

“Shade!” you yelled as you jogged past him. You felt like you had been walking in the sun for hours, when really it had only been just a few minutes. The sun was blaring today though, and the shade never looked more enticing than now. “Hey, I thought your legs were tired?! Slow Down!” Ruggie shouted to you as you kept going towards the shade. “I’m the one with the blanket and stuff!” He shook his head and chuckled to himself as he watched you stop, toss your bag off your shoulders, and plop yourself down onto the shaded grass. You rolled onto your back, taking in how cool the shaded grass felt against your skin. Ruggie made his way next to you and put the basket down on the ground.

“I like that the grass isn’t all cut short like it is up by the school,” you said as you lazily moved your arms along the grass. Ruggie opened the basket and pulled out a large yellow-orange and white blanket. With the help of the light breeze, he opened it wide and laid it out on the ground beside you. “Here, get on the blanket before you start getting ants in your pants,” he laughed. That got your attention. You rolled towards Ruggie and laid on the blanket as he got everything out of the basket. He took out two square packages, a small container of what looked like different types of fruits, and two bottles of water. “Lunch,” he said as he gestured to the food in between you two,” is served.”

You sat up and took one of the packages and started to open it. “What does Chef Ruggie have for me today?” you said playfully as you raised your brows at him. “The chef has prepared a gourmet meal today, one that will really satisfy your taste buds,” he chuckled as he opened the other package and winked at you. You smiled wide as you got your food out- a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. “Chef Ruggie, you shouldn’t have!” You grinned at him as he smiled back at you. “I know, I spoil you too much,” he teased. “So what’s in that?” you said, pointing to the container of fruits and taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Mm, this-” Ruggie said with his mouth half full of his own bite he took. He sat and finished chewing for a second before he finished. “Some fruits. I brought some strawberries, grapes, uhh there is some honeydew in here I think.” You took the container from his hands before he could even finish telling you what all was in it. “Ok, greedy butt. Take it all I guess,” he laughed to himself. “I’m sorry,” you said looking at the container and then Ruggie. “You brought it, you get some first.” You held out the container for him and he took a strawberry with a smile, but instead of eating it himself, he held it up to your mouth to feed you. “No, you,” he grinned. You happily took the strawberry and ate it. They were really fresh- the right texture and just the perfect amount of sweetness.

“Mmm, those are good. Where’d you get them?” you cooed. “I know a guy who knows a guy,” he said as he stuck his tongue out at you. “Uh-huh… I bet you do,” you laughed as you kept enjoying your food. “No, actually I got them from the botanical garden. Had to pull a few strings to get ‘em, but hey it was worth it if you like them.” He grinned widely to show how proud of himself he was. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and turned on music. You grabbed your bottle of water, pausing as you heard the song that started playing. “Oh that’s funny,” he said as he chuckled at it. “Please.. Don’t, Ruggie,” you said, giving him a serious look. Ruggie didn’t hear your words, he was already getting ready to start his performance for you.

“Have you ever had the feeling you're drawn to someone? And there isn't anything they could of said or done?” He started to sing. You stared blankly at him, almost cringing at his display. You were so thankful no one else was around to see him like this, but he would only ever act like this when it was you two alone anyway. He was always silly and loved seeing you laugh at his jokes or things he did. “C’mon you know you love me,” he whispered to you. You shook your head at him as you watched him start to dance in the spot where he was sitting, singing directly to you. “Looking for a, looking for a- That you're looking for a boyfriend. I see that, gimme time, you know I'm gonna be there. Don't be scared to come put your trust in me. Can't you see all I really want to be- Is your boyfriend,” he said as he vibed to the music and pointed at you.

You laughed loudly at him. “Ruggie, stoppp,” you snorted. “You’re so cringe. No one even listens to Big Time Rush anymore, oh my god.” Ruggie chuckled and finished his sandwich. “Yeah, well I do, so,” he shrugged. You finished your own sandwich and ate a few more pieces of fruit, just enjoying the time you got to spend with Ruggie. Between classes and how busy you both were with your own lives, it was hard to find real time out of your day to do something together. But today was different, Ruggie had planned this date out in advance so that you two would for sure make the time to see each other.

You sat on the blanket and closed your eyes, enjoying the breeze as it blew by and taking in the sounds of your surroundings. It was so peaceful you almost forgot where you were at until you kept hearing a weird snapping sound every so often. You opened your eyes and looked around. You saw Ruggie laying on his abdomen with half his body off the blanket. His tail lightly swishing and his ears twitching every time he heard the birds chirping. You peaked around his shoulder, trying to see what he was doing. That’s when you saw him grab one of the small little white flowers in the grass, twisting the stem around another flower and tying it to make a knot. He was making a flower crown.

“Rug, what’cha doing?” you asked behind him. He answered as he kept picking flowers and making his crown. “I’m making you a flower crown.” His words made your heart flutter a little bit, he was too adorable. You looked around your side of the blanket, seeing the dandelions in the grass beside you. You decided that if he was going to make you one, then you would make him one as well. You liked the idea of using the dandelion flowers more than the white ones he was using. After a few minutes, he came up behind you and lightly put the flower crown on your head. He leaned in and put his head on your shoulder. “Making one, too?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, turning to him. “This one's for you though.” You smiled at him as you put the flower crown atop his head, making sure to be gentle around his sensitive ears. He looked up at your hands trying to watch you put it on him. The smile on his face was wider than before as he met your gaze when you got done. “Now we both have one,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him. For a moment, you both just sat and stared at each other smiling before you broke the silence. “You wanna hear something?” you said with a small giggle. “Sure, what’s up?” Ruggie said, nodding and adjusting the flower crown on your head.

“I had no idea that these flowers and the purple fluffy ones there-” you said, pointing at your crown and then to flowers out past the blanket, “were both clovers. I just thought they were something else.” Ruggie looked at you and laughed. “I’m sorry, what? How did you not know?” Ruggie laid back on the blanket and looked up at the leaves in the tree above you both. “You wanna know something else?” you said crouching down beside him and whispering. “Y’know, I’m not sure if I do, but go ahead, what else?” he laughed. You got closer to his ear and almost laughed in it before saying what more you wanted to say. “I didn’t know the yellow ones and the puffy ones you make a wish on were both dandelions.”

Ruggie let out a really obnoxious laugh and rolled over to look at you. “You’re joking, right? Please say you’re pulling my leg right now.” You shook your head no and laughed at yourself. Ruggie could do nothing but put his hand over his face and laugh as well. “What am I supposed to do with you?” he teased. “I don’t know. Teach me about all the things I don't know anything about, I guess,” you said with a smile. Ruggie grabbed you and pulled you to lay down beside him and pointed up at the sky above you. “That big yellow thing over there, that’s the sun. And oh- those green things moving in the wind right there, sounds crazy, but those are called leaves.” You rolled your eyes as you both laughed. “Okay, y'know what- go back to singing Boyfriend to me again.”

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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☾ -- ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter lucky thirteen ((you are here)) |

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife @agnes-king

☾ -- ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ? ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟺.𝟿ᴋ

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As you hover on the edge of consciousness, a gentle touch of cool lips caresses your cheek, nose, chin, and jaw, gradually rousing you from your slumber. The room's dim lighting comes into sharper focus as you slowly open your eyes. A delightful aroma fills your nostrils, and the figure of the black-haired hybrid becomes clearer. He continues to shower you with kisses, a tender gesture that evokes a mixture of protest and pleasure, tempting you to remain in this state of blissful drowsiness. 

“Good evening my little witch, and my even littler witch.  I made something for you.” he whispers softly. 

Reaching over to the bedside table, he picks up a small wooden tray, the handles fitting comfortably in his grasp. Resting in the center is a pristine white ceramic plate adorned with a mouthwatering arrangement of eggs, sausage, and toast. Adjacent to it, a small bowl of freshly cut fruit glistens invitingly, while a glass of what appears to be freshly squeezed orange juice completes the ensemble. Another involuntary yawn escapes you, feeling a peculiar weariness despite just waking up. 

“You made this?” You ask in surprise, watching as he impales a succulent piece of honeydew melon with a fork and brings it to your waiting lips. Gratefully, you accept the morsel, savoring the burst of flavor that elicits a growl of hunger from your stomach, yearning for more. The taste is exquisite, as if the fruit were plucked at the exact moment of perfect ripeness, an unlikely find in the remote, chilly embrace of the Appalachian mountains where you currently were. 

Chan's usually untamed waves are unexpectedly styled, catching you off guard amidst the casual disarray of everyone's appearances during this difficult journey. His hair is slicked up and back, accentuating his features and adding an extra touch of allure to his already enticing presence. It's as if he's transformed into a dish as delectable as the meal before you. 

"Well, sort of..." he begins, scratching the back of his neck with a hint of bashfulness. "The truth is, Felix is a much better cook than I am, and he's the one who made this." Chan's face brightens, eager to contribute. "But hey, I cut the fruit! That counts for something, right?" 

You nod appreciatively, your fingers gently caressing the side of his cheek. "It's the thought that counts the most to me. Thank you for remembering I'm a human." As you speak, he slips a halved strawberry between your awaiting lips, following it with a tender kiss. A playful giggle escapes you, curiosity piqued by his unusually affectionate behavior. 

"You're being so sweet today. Did you do something wrong? What happened?" you inquire, amusement dancing in your voice. 

Chan's lips curl into a half-grin, a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Nothing at all," he replies, his words laced with a tightness of suppressed laughter. "I'm just in an exceptionally good mood, that's all." 

You savor a bite of sausage, fixing Chan with a quizzical look as you raise an eyebrow. "Since you're in such a good mood, can I ask you something?" 

Chan adjusts himself on the bed, tucking his leg beneath him to face you more directly. "The answer will always be yes," he affirms, his gaze steady and attentive. 

Pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts, you carefully phrase your question. "Would you ever turn me?" 

The weight of your inquiry hangs in the air, evident in the way Chan takes a deep breath before responding. "I'm not sure I can answer that right now because..."  

He trails off, searching for the right words to express the complexity of his feelings. Selfishly, he'd love nothing more than to turn you into a vampire and keep you by his side for eternity. However, there's the added factor of your unborn child. While most parents would relish the idea of watching their child age and live a fulfilling life, no parent wants to face their child's mortality, even in old age. Chan yearns to keep you with him forever, but he considers the potential difficulties of being isolated from the baby during the intense blood cravings of early vampire life. Moreover, the transformation would nullify your witch blood, which you have only recently begun to explore and comprehend the true extent of your power. 

All of that was too much to say right now. 

"I really don't know," he finally admits. Sensing the weight of his uncertainty, he redirects the question back to you, hoping your answer might bring some clarity to his own indecision. “Do you want to be turned?”    

Chewing thoughtfully on a piece of toast, you slowly tilt your head from side to side. "I think so," you reply, casting a glance down at your growing belly, which seems to have visibly expanded overnight. A sigh escapes you, carrying with it the palpable effort it now takes to fill your lungs. "I don't know how to change bodies like Jisung. I'm not even sure I have enough power for it, and the idea of growing old is strange to me..." 

"It can be beautiful, actually," Chan interjects, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and contemplation. "Sure, when I was mortal, I never wanted to grow old. But after living for hundreds of years, you come to realize that it's never going to happen, and... I don't know, there's something to be cherished about the mortal lifespan and how your body evolves with your experiences. I'm stuck like this." 

Pouting playfully, you poke your bottom lip out. "Poor Chan, trapped in the exquisite body of a twenty-something with eternal washboard abs. How ever will you manage?" Tugging at his shirt, you evoke a shy protest from him, accompanied by a laugh that hints at the wild encounters you've shared, even in the midst of a club and in front of his brothers, just a few nights ago. 

“Come on, even if you’re not hungry anymore, you’ve got to feed our baby.” His finger delicately brushes against the tip of your nose, giving you a gentle reminder of the shared responsibility you both carry. Retrieving a succulent piece of fruit, he brings it to your lips once more.     

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Jisung and Felix find solace on a weathered wooden bench, nestled beside the house, their voices mingling under the glow of the crescent moon. Its pale light casts a soft, dreamlike sheen, enveloping them in an enchanting ambiance as they engage in their heartfelt conversation. 

Felix's eyes drift towards the necklace gracing Jisung's neck, a poignant symbol of treasured memories. With a gentle motion, he gestures towards the precious adornment, prompting Jisung to cradle it delicately between his fingers. 

“Have you taken that off lately?”    

A wistful expression crosses Jisung's face, tinged with a hint of regret. "Nah, I haven't taken it off," he admits, glancing over at the snow-haired vampire. "I've experienced so much in such a short span of time, you know?" 

Felix shifts slightly, his gaze fully focused on his old friend. "Eventually, you'll have to let go," he suggests, his tone gentle yet firm. "Which is worse: losing a few days of memories or sacrificing a whole month's worth?" Turning towards Jisung, he offers his support. "Go ahead, I'm here to help," he affirms with a nod. Jisung feels a surge of apprehension, his brows knitting together in a mix of sorrow and reluctance. Letting out a resigned sigh, he lifts the necklace from his shoulders, realizing the wisdom of heeding the advice of a Gumiho. As the pendant hovers above his head, his wide eyes blink in astonishment, taking in the garden's beauty as if seeing it for the first time. A sense of vulnerability washes over him, accentuated by the realization of his weakened state. 

Felix reaches out, his hand resting gently on Jisung's forearm, attempting to assuage the ancient witch's mounting panic. Despite his comforting words, he can still hear the rapid beats of Jisung's heart, an echo of the fear swirling within him. 

"You're safe, Jisung. Remember, we planned to make stops along the way," Felix explains, his touch serving as an anchor. "This is our first stop, under Lysandra's care. She saved Hyunjin and me from the early morning light. It's only been one night." He squeezes Jisung's forearm, hoping to redirect his attention. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. 

“Fucking lost…” Jisung finally collapses back against the wall, “I feel like my mind’s all jumbled up…” he confesses, his mind a chaotic mess. His exhaustion is evident as a yawn interrupts his words, followed by a groan. "So, we're still cursed, huh?" 

Felix nods, a touch of apology in his expression, “We’re not in Abysmora yet, we’ve got a ways to go.”  He glances out into the garden, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling woods beyond the imposing gates. "Can you still conjure?" 

Jisung's heavy eyes shift to the bed of flowers nearby, their delicate petals reaching towards the moonlit sky. Uncertainly, he extends his hand towards them. With a snap, the flowers wither and die, their once vibrant colors turning into lifeless, blackened remnants scattered on the ground. 

“I don’t have any control over it.  I meant to close their petals.  And my fingers–” Jisung admits, frustration tainting his voice. He kicks his foot against the dirt, hoping to alleviate the sting radiating from his fingertips. It reminds him of his earlier days, when he was young and inexperienced in harnessing his conjuring abilities. Jisung attempts to recollect his thoughts, but the mental strain only intensifies his exhaustion. The memory of walking with you outside the coffee shop in Twilight Harbour is all that comes to mind. 

Felix ponders aloud, his voice laced with contemplation. "Seems like things haven't changed much," he muses, recalling his previous observations of Jisung struggling to wield his conjuring powers under Edith's curse. "With the next Full Moon still distant, I almost feel like my old self again. If I were naive enough, I'd believe the curse has lifted entirely." 

“And the others?” 

"Well, the little witch was attacked last night," Felix begins, his tone grave. "In fact, you were the one who sensed it—a demon tried to possess her. But it was strange how she seemed to cast it back into the woods. I don't even think she knows how she did it, but it saved her life and the baby's." 

"She cast it out? Like... with conjure?" Jisung's eyebrows furrow with curiosity. 

Felix shrugs, a hint of uncertainty in his response. "It seemed that way, but I'm not sure how. I haven't been able to figure out what's going on with her conjuring abilities. Some of her mistakes can be attributed to being a beginner—" 

"That doesn't make sense. I shared my mind with her back when we fought the newborns, and she should at least be at an intermediate level," Jisung interjects, his frustration clear. 

"There's no way a witch as old as you has forgotten," Felix chuckles lightly. Jisung possesses great power, but he is not without flaws. "Sharing your mind works for the subconscious in a mortal. Her physical body is primed to handle an immense amount of power, but we've had no time to teach her how to access it intentionally." 

"It's only the second time I've ever done that," Jisung says, his voice softening. "You know what goes on up here," he adds, tapping his temple. "I don't like to share that part of myself." 

"It's valuable wisdom, Jisung. It's the reason why you've managed to defy death so many times. You cheat it so much, you ought to be one of us by now," Felix says, his words carrying a hint of humor. 

Jisung’s memory of being told that he was going to lose his conjure, all of the wisdom that Felix was referring to–it rang so loud in his head that he had to find a way to come back to the present and deal with what he could for now. 

A brief silence envelops them, both lost in their thoughts, for only a few moments. 

"And what about Chan?" Jisung inquires, his voice tinged with curiosity. 

"He's doing really well, actually. I can tell he feels a lot stronger after feeding live the other night," Felix responds, his tone filled with a mix of admiration and surprise. 

Jisung's face contorts in confusion. "Hold on, feeding live? What are you talking about?" 

"Back in Twilight Harbour, we discovered that Santiago owns a vampire den. He hosted us in a private room where we all had the opportunity to feed on live, high-quality humans before the journey. It was quite an experience. But you, of course, decided to opt out," Felix explains, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"No shit I opted out, asshole," Jisung retorts, playfully shoving Felix as they share a laugh. "So, Chan fed live? And the little witch was okay with it I guess?" 

Felix's gaze drifts upwards, fixating on the crescent moon, as recollective thoughts dance across the canvas of his mind's eye—memories he'd rather forget. "Yeah, she was completely fine with it," he responds vaguely, withholding any further details. 

Sensing Felix's evasiveness, the ancient witch grows suspicious and forges ahead with another question.  

"And what about Hyunjin?" 

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Hyunjin settles himself in front of the hearth, the flickering flames captivating his gaze. His knees are drawn close to his chest as he seeks comfort in the warmth. Tentatively, he extends a hand, relishing the sensation of the gentle heat against his palm, only to retract it and brush his fingers against his own icy vampire skin. 

Footsteps echo behind him, accompanied by the familiar scent that swirls around his senses. Another aroma, stronger and sweeter, catches his attention, compelling him to turn his head and investigate. Standing beside him is Lysandra, holding a crystal goblet filled with thick, dark, warm blood. She lowers it toward him, and he accepts it, inhaling its scent before taking a measured sip. Lysandra settles next to him, her own chalice of red wine in hand. 

"You seem to be feeling better tonight," she remarks, her gaze fixed on him as she sips from her glass. 

"It's astonishing what death can do, isn't it?" Hyunjin replies, taking another sip of the viscous liquid and allowing the remnants to linger on his lips. Lysandra observes him intently before speaking once more. 

"You're quite different from your brothers; you remind me of the vampires from my era. Tell me, Hyunjin, how have you managed to uphold the old ways for so long?" Her lips graze the rim of her glass as she takes a delicate sip. "You are undeniably ancient, over a thousand years old, am I correct?" 

"Two thousand years, to be precise," Hyunjin responds, a hint of intrigue in his voice. He drains the last drop from his glass, finishing the blood. "My soul was trapped in purgatory for a millennium," he explains, a tinge of sorrow lacing his words. "I've only recently returned, just a few months ago." 

Lysandra's nod of comprehension is accompanied by a playful remark. "You probably deserved it," she quips, her tone unwavering as she takes another sip from her glass. 

Hyunjin raises a curious eyebrow, his gaze shifting toward her. However, the demon remains unfazed, savoring her wine. 

"I did," he admits, his voice carrying a tinge of remorse. 

Lysandra rises from her seat, elegantly brushing off her floor-length skirt as she finishes the last of her wine. 

"And what did you learn?" she inquires, her voice filled with intrigue. 

Hyunjin's eyes flicker with a mix of pain and determination. 

“That witches are meant to be murdered first, and questions are to be asked of them later.  I hesitated when I should’ve ripped Edith’s head from her shoulders before she could react.” 

The demon chuckles, genuinely amused by the fierce soul concealed beneath Hyunjin's composed exterior. "And yet, here you are, traveling alongside two of them." 

"The Hans have been loyal to my family for generations," Hyunjin explains, a sense of gratitude softening his voice. "Jisung has known us since before our transformation into vampires. And as for the pretty witch... well, she's with my brother. She's an exception." 

Lysandra leans closer, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "So, witches are to be murdered unless you graciously exempt them?" 

Hyunjin senses the intricate web she's attempting to weave with her words, but he refuses to allow himself to become entangled. He didn’t have the bandwidth to play her game right now. He knows his own identity and the significance of those who hold a place in his life. Lysandra should consider herself fortunate that he has shared this much with her. 

"Thank you for the meal," he utters, expressing his gratitude. With a graceful stretch of his long arms above his head, he stands up. 

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Hyunjin declares, skillfully maneuvering past Lysandra. His hands lightly graze her hips as he smoothly passes through the doorway, leaving the room behind him.   

Just as Hyunjin is about to step outside and release the pent-up turmoil brewing within him, a scent of thick, sulfuric blood infiltrates his senses, freezing him in his tracks. The source emanates from a nearby room, its door closed and presumably locked. Being the most intuitive of the three brothers, Hyunjin understands that loitering in the corridor makes him vulnerable to detection by any demon worth its weight in sulfur. However, he notices that the restroom is adjacent, and by pretending to use it, he can mask his true intentions. As he slips into the bathroom, securing the latch on the door, he turns on the sink, briefly glancing up at the sleek oval mirror adorning the stone wall—a striking modernized touch amidst the rustic ambiance of entwined vines cascading down another wall. 

While gazing into his own mesmerizing baby blue eyes, Hyunjin unintentionally drifts into a trance-like state, his ears attuned to the distant murmurs permeating through the barrier. 

"Okay, whoever it was, they're gone now," whispers Santiago's voice, but the other voice appears distorted, as if submerged in water. Hyunjin struggles to decipher its tone or words, relying on Santiago's voice and contextual clues to piece together the unfolding scene. The overwhelming scent of a powerful demon lingers in the air, indicating that something significant is transpiring. He wonders why his brothers haven't arrived yet. Did they not sense it as keenly as he did? Surely, Christophe would have picked up on the scent. 

"I did. Yes, I did," responds the mysterious voice. 

"Thought we could make it a little further tonight, got out too late," another voice chimes in. 

"I don't think the redhead is going to be the problem, but I sense brewing tension with the hybrid," Santiago confides. 

Hyunjin breaks eye contact with his reflection, shifting his gaze sideways, trying to pinpoint the origin of the distorted sound. The voice seems to pass through some kind of filter. 

"It's deeper than Y/N." 

"Yeah, of course I am. Yeah, uh-huh—yeah," the voices continue their cryptic exchange. 

Hyunjin struggles to fathom that such an elaborate conversation could revolve around a petty love triangle, necessitating this level of magic. Suddenly, his eyes widen in realization as he connects the puzzle pieces, unraveling the truth. 

Santiago is summoning a demon, someone higher up in the hierarchy than he, and he’s communicating with them through a sacrifice.      

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As you and Chan make your way around the corner to join the others in the garden, Felix is the first to notice your presence. His eyes light up as he greets you, "Look who's up! Did she like the food?" The vibrant garden surrounds the four of you, adorned with exotic plants and flowers, basking under the moon and stars. The atmosphere is filled with a contagious sense of happiness, and you find yourself smiling more than ever before. 

Chan shrugs nonchalantly, playfully concocting an exaggerated tale, "Sorry, brother. She only ate the fruit and tossed the rest out." You nudge him with your fist, rolling your eyes at his fanciful story. "I actually loved it, and I finished it all," you interject, eager to reassure Felix. 

"Yes! I've still got it. I taste-tested it, and it was awful," Felix exclaims, his joy infectious. In this moment, surrounded by the beauty of the garden, you can't help but feel a surge of happiness coursing through your veins. 

However, the tranquility is shattered when you notice Jisung leaning against the wall, seemingly dozing off under the curse that plagues you all. 

“Jisung, hey man,” Chan snaps his fingers in front of the witch’s face.  Jisung reacts with alarming force. He grabs Chan's wrist and twists it mercilessly, causing a sickening snap as Chan collapses in agony, desperately attempting to pry Jisung's grip away. You're torn between the instinct to intervene and the fear for your own safety and the life growing inside you. Panic grips your body, rendering you breathless and unable to think clearly. 

Both Felix and Chan cry out in unison as Jisung's power fries their skin, while his twitching head and fluttering eyelids betray his internal struggle. You stand frozen, overwhelmed by the horrifying scene unfolding before you. 

Suddenly, Jisung stops, and the brothers collapse to the ground. His head turns slowly to meet your gaze, and as he opens his mouth, a black, noxious substance oozes from the corner, distorting his voice into a nightmarish tone.  

"I'm on my way," he rasps. 

As Jisung slumps onto a bench, Lysandra rushes to the scene, closely followed by Hyunjin. She kneels down, first checking Felix's pallid skin, then gently touching Chan's forehead. With horror in her eyes, she squeezes Jisung's cheeks, observing the liquid that had trickled down his jaw. Her hand instinctively reaches out, bringing it to her lips, tasting the repugnant substance. 

"Tell me what to do," Hyunjin implores, his gaze fixed on Lysandra. There is an undeniable magnetic pull between them . He repeats his plea with unwavering determination,  

"Tell me what to do, and I'll do it." 

With a resolute nod, Lysandra swiftly begins listing out the required ingredients. Hyunjin springs into action, moving at supernatural vampire speed to gather the items, forming a pile next to her in an instant. 

Before you can contain yourself, the urgency overtakes you, and you blurt out, "It said it's on its way... I don't know what happened, but something is coming after us." The words spill out, filled with fear and confusion. 

Hyunjin turns his attention to you, seeking clarification as Lysandra continues to mix the ingredients in a bowl. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. 

"J-Jisung, he was... I've never seen him like that before. He was..." you stumble over your words, struggling to describe the horrors you witnessed. 

Lysandra interrupts, pointing directly at you, silencing your babbling. "You," she addresses you, and you immediately fall silent, awaiting her command. "Do you have any enemies in purgatory?" 

"The same ones I have," Hyunjin answers on your behalf, his arms crossing as he observes the demon's meticulous work. He admires her precision and composure in such a critical situation. "What's worse is that she shares their bloodline," he adds, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. 

Your mind races, confusion and desperation consuming you as you drop to your knees next to Chan, desperately assessing his condition, unsure if he is still alive. "What the fuck does this have to do with me?" you cry out, your voice filled with anguish. "What the fuck is happening?" 

Lysandra raises a clenched fist, and suddenly, your lips feel sealed shut. Panic surges through your veins as you touch your face, desperately trying to undo the conjure, gasping for air in the suffocating silence. 

Hyunjin takes a step forward, his instincts urging him to launch an attack on the demon, but before he can make a move, Lysandra's fingers glide over the bowl, and at that very moment, you and Jisung gasp for breath, as he regains consciousness. Felix and Chan slowly rise to their feet, their eyes flickering open. Chan flexes his wrist, already healed, yet a strange sense of familiarity lingers, leaving him puzzled. Felix stumbles backward, then vanishes in the blink of an eye, reappearing inside the house. 

"Take your brothers inside, lock the door until I come in," Lysandra instructs Hyunjin, her gaze steady as she retrieves the fallen necklace and places it back around Jisung's neck. 

"But—" 

"I'll be okay," Chan assures you, though his pale complexion reveals his discomfort. He fights off the urge to retch, offering you a reassuring glance. "Help Jisung." Hyunjin tugs at Chan's arm, nodding toward the door, and they both disappear inside.   

“What the…hell?” Jisung blinks twice, wincing as he touches his head. "I've got a killer headache. What—?" His gaze lands on you and Lysandra, kneeling beside him on the bench, and he detects the worry etched across your face, even more pronounced than the furrowed brow and tightly pressed lips of Lysandra. 

"It's like you were possessed, Jisung—" 

"Because he was," Lysandra interrupts, rising abruptly. You help Jisung to his feet once more. "A demon from purgatory managed to channel its way through you." 

"Th-Through me?! But I can't be possessed. Demons die inside of me," Jisung protests, confusion etched on his features. You, however, begin to piece together the puzzle. It dawns on you that when Jisung spoke about passing his power down to your baby, he was wearing the necklace. He doesn't remember that, and you know he isn't the one with powerful enemies in purgatory capable of reaching out to you in the mortal realm. Jisung looked directly at YOU and uttered those haunting words, "I'm on my way." The memory of the voice sends shivers down your spine. 

"It's because of the baby," you finally speak up, your voice laden with realization. "Jisung, when we first hit the road, I almost caused an accident. Something happened to me. I experienced this...unbearable pain in my stomach, and my hands felt like they were burning." 

You recount the memory, bringing Jisung up to speed. Your gaze flickers briefly toward Lysandra, uncertain if it's right to reveal this in her presence. Yet, she seems to be the only one capable of aiding you now, and with no other resources nearby, it's a risk worth taking. 

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Santiago rushes over, breathless. "I had no idea anything was happening until I heard the commotion downstairs. What's going on?" 

Jisung groans, clutching his throbbing head. "Ugh, my head hurts so bad. I need to lie down," he murmurs, his pitiful eyes seeking your aid. He stumbles toward you, and you catch him, shooting an apologetic look at the others. 

"I'm fine, but I'm sure Lysandra can fill you in. We'll regroup later, once we've had a chance to decompress and figure out our next move." 

Assisting Jisung inside, you guide him down the stairs to the basement. Once safely inside, he straightens up and closes the door behind you both. He turns to you, a knowing look in his eyes. "I could tell you didn't want her to know." 

"You were the one who didn't want anyone to know," you remark, sinking into a chair with a heavy sigh. You gesture to the necklace around his neck. "And you're wearing it again, so you won’t remember this conversation; but don’t take it off until we figure out what happened." 

"I think it was Edith," you say, observing the fear creeping onto Jisung's face as he listens. "You lost this memory, but the last time I fed from you, you told me about how you were slowly losing your ancestral power, so you started directing it straight to the baby. Edith couldn't get to me, I don't know why, but somehow, she managed to reach you. I believe she's been trying to reach me too. I've been having these dreams—" 

"Dreams? What kind of dreams?" Jisung interjects, his voice filled with urgency. "You never mentioned anything about having dreams. You know how crucial that information is!" 

"Because I didn't want to worry everyone about something uncertain," you defend yourself. "The details were blurry, and by evening when we’d wake up, I would mostly forget what had occurred during the dreams. I didn't want everyone to become overly protective of me." 

"You're the most vulnerable among us, and we'll always be hyperprotective of you," Jisung's voice softens, his gaze drifting to your pregnant belly. "And you're carrying Uncle Hannie's little one, so that calls for even more protection." 

"Yeah, but with the curse unsettling everyone, I thought, I don't know, that Felix might become obsessed with it, or Chan might...lock me away in a basement or something," you confess, your words tinged with irrationality. 

Jisung bursts into laughter, his mirth easing your worries, resonating with a mix of relief and genuine amusement. His laughter has always had a way of lifting your spirits, and in that moment, you realize how much you missed hearing it. 

"I promise you, no one's going to lock you in a basement," He stops himself, "Well, I'm not making any promises on Hyunjin." You both laugh.

A warmth spreads through your chest as you take in Jisung's words, and despite the gravity of the situation, you feel a flicker of hope.   

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[terrence-silver]

(I don't know if you are doing request, but if you aren't then you can skip this if you like, no hard feelings. ) I just finished watching John Carpenter's Vampires, it was fantastic! I loved it!!! I also loved the Lost Boys!! (*me literally simping over a six hundred year old vampire hehehe*). and there isn't alot of Jan valek x reader on here. So I was wondering if you could do a Jan valek x female mate reader, where he comes to see her and see's that she is down and comforts her when she's feeling upset about not being good enough for him. ♡Maybe have a bit of spicy time with her♡ and a fluff ending. (*you don't have to if your not comfortable with it*) 🦇❣️(sorry for this long text)

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-"You are my sunlight."-

He practically purrs, lifting his head from the soft, fragrant crevice of the inside of your spread thighs, having you spent from the hours of pleasure, the act of giving. The sweet nectar on his tongue, sticky and moist. Salty and heated. You said something about your own lack of worth and Jan Valek couldn't quite believe the words coming out of your mouth, neither before he had you nor now, reiterating, once he sees your head turn away from him, sprawled out on the ground as you were, in a state of partial undress and bliss on the plush carpet --- his small human morsel. His finger comes under your chin, having you look at him. This much, you had to understand and he would keep saying it until you did. -"You a r e my sunlight."- He repeats. Firmly. Tenderly. He had no other sun. He has been searching for the Cross of Berziers for longer than generational human memory could recount, to no avail. It always managed to slip out of his grasp, it seemed. The one and only thing that would lift the limitations of his own damnation and allow him and his kindred to walk free under the daylit sky, but now? In this very moment? His sun was you. Funny how that worked. Creatures condemned to hunger and darkness eternal craving the one thing they couldn't have. The one thing that could incinerate and kill them if they came into contact with it. But, where the sun was often cruel and scorching and unforgiving, you were all things precious.

Mild.

Warm.

Everything he coveted.

-"Jan..."- You trail off, still uncertain. His sunshine is uncertain.

How darling his name sounds on your lips.

-"Those are big words. Big declarations."- You manage, whispering, sounding remorseful, voice groggy from the hours of pleasure and moaning he gifted you with, but Jan's heart sinks in his chest, cold, un-beating and still as it was, it sinks. You had this silly notion that you weren't worthy of his love and worship. The god-given blessing of adoration, and in six hundred years of being alive, he has encountered much, but this? This was continuously baffling. How you, in his eyes, the only one of your kind worthy of his mercy couldn't comprehend he's chosen you for a reason. Because you were good. Kind. Someone fundamentally untarnished and pure of soul. -"You're...what you are."- You explain, stuttering, leaning on your elbows, affixing your attire and covering up patches of flesh; so humble and shy even now. He listens, intently, drinking in the words, like drops of bitter, golden honeydew. -"And I'm just a person. I'm still only just me."- You tilt your head apologetically. You brought up these fallacies before. Something or other regarding him being an immortal, a beautiful, powerful creature of the night as you called him, never once realizing he wasn't worthy of you. You were light itself. He was beyond God's own grace. If anyone wasn't worthy, it was him of you. Not being enough? You were a brilliant, twinkling star perched atop of an angel's brow.

Jan comforts you, palm caressing your cheek, tenderly smoothing warm skin.

Glowing, after hours of making love. He murmurs:

-"And how is being someone's sun not enough?"-

[raystarkitty]

My artpiece for the Sparklepathy zine!!

✨🌈💾🌟🐾🌈✨

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  “SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

( mark ) for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks.

Strands of honeydew coils spiraled down her back, draped over ivory shoulders, and were forcefully toppled off to the side all in one swift motion as she was tugged into the TVA storage closet then pressed against the wall. She offered an innocent smile, though laced with mischief, as Loki's grip tightened around her. His chest pressed against hers, his hands rummaging up and down her supple curves, gripping smooth thighs and ample backside.

Luminous hues of verdant leered off into a meaningless corner of the small room as she ventured into the caverns of her psyche, partially wishing this moment of Loki's lips sucking her skin and biting her flesh could last for eons, partially pondering what could have spawned this incessant need to claim her. She knew Loki was prone to jealousy, and an array of men (even women) ogled at Amora, though none of them would dare make an advancement, knowing of Loki's envy and how it could dangerously manifest. All except Brad. When Loki was away, tending to the aggravating, Loki-stealing multiverse, X-5 frequently approached her with the intent to court her. Though, she never paid him any mind, she'd wondered if B-15 had let it slip to Loki.

Perhaps he truly were jealous, territorial, even. Or, it could be he'd missed her and her skin against his whilst spending decades at a time in complete isolation at the end of time. Whatever the cause, she smiled and bit her lip, throwing her head back and shutting her eyes in satisfactory bliss. ❛  I assume you've heard of Brad's attempts to court me, though, is this secrecy truly necessary ? If you wish to make a statement, ravish me in front of that foolish hunter. Or are you afraid to tell him I'm yours ?  ❜

[corrose]

8, 12, 50?

ooh thank you so much for the ask!

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a WIP

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

50. How would you describe your writing style? 

Answered below! I'll put them under a cut since they got a little long ahaha.

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a WIP

Despite Shen Qingqiu's withering glare, Mobei Jun gathers Shang Qinghua up in his arms. 

"Oh my god," Shang Qinghua whispers, being lifted about like a small bag of potatoes. "Oh my god, is this really happening? Oh my god. This is so hot. How are you so strong? Your arm muscles are like big…big melons. Huge melons." He squeezes Mobei Jun's bicep through his robes with a look on his face like he's ascending directly to the heavenly realm in the arms of a busty babe. 

Mobei Jun is too busy fastidiously supporting the back of Shang Qinghua's neck to notice, holding him with affectionate resignation, like Shang Qinghua is a very small and slightly pathetic foster kitten who can't even hold his own head up. Shang Qinghua cups his palm over Mobei Jun's knuckles in open awe, tilting his head back to look him in the face. "Your hands are so big," he says dreamily. "My entire head fits in your hand. Like a cantaloupe. A honeydew melon. You could crush my skull like an egg! I can't even break an egg into the pan without it falling apart on me." He immediately looks crestfallen. "Wait. That's not hot…"

"It's fine," Mobei Jun reassures him hastily. "I will cook the egg for you."

"Yeah?" Shang Qinghua asks hopefully, looking heartened. 

Mobei Jun nods earnestly. Shen Qingqiu didn't know that Mobei Jun was capable of making such a besotted expression. He wishes desperately that he could return to that blissful state of ignorance. System! Shouldn't there be a limit on how OOC the key NPCs can get?

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Oh yeah, absolutely! But I don't think it's a conventional outline per se. When I decide I'm gonna commit to a fic and flesh it out fully, I give it its own document and start filling it up in as much detail as I can manage lol. Usually by that point, I have several major scenes already established, so I fill in around those scenarios as needed (transition scenes, my beloathed). My 'outlines' usually end up being the entire story minus the parts I don't feel like writing at the time which have placeholders like //wake up or //reincarnated with a big empty space waiting accusingly behind it. Thus, these docs are extremely detailed and I basically don't deviate from them at all, I copy-paste directly from the doc into the AO3 editing mechanism when I'm ready to publish lol. I do usually end up adding a ton of stuff while editing for publication, but usually the shape of the story is set in stone by that point and the edits are just transitions that need to be elaborated upon.  

Things that haven't been given their own docs live smushed together in an ungainly superdoc as a loose arrangement of scenes in unrelated universes until they pick up enough headspace to move out of the superdoc and get their own house. 

50. How would you describe your writing style? 

Hmmm I never really know how to answer this because I feel like most of my stories derive from 1 particular scenario that I want to see play out and everything else is built up around that. I really like to Put That Guy in Scenarios. 

I don't focus on plot really, only as much as necessary to drive the story forward. Many ideas of mine have stalled because of this bc I was like wow! 👀 Cool scene!! Started drafting it, realized many many things had to happen to get to that point, and then gave up 🙃

I really enjoy setting the scene in overly descriptive detail and also focusing on emotions from a tight POV, trying to stay in-character as much as possible and also (essential) thinking of ways to make it funny.

[whumpsoda]

as someone who has exp w bad anxiety around sleep time, I have the vivid idea of sired nevan finding malak pacing or something and leading him back to bed via entrancement

cw: hypnosis, fluff, vampire carewhumper

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“H- hey, uh, hun? You okay?” Nevan hung to the doorway, studying the human as he nervously bit at his nails.

Malak shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. “No, um, I- I don’t… don’t feel… good.” 

“‘R you feeling extra anxious again? You’re pacing.”

“Y- yeah. Yeah. Maybe.”

“Hey, c’mere.” Stepping toward his friend with open arms, gently he took Malak’s fingers in his. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Just look at, at me, alright?”

“Um, mhm.” The sensation of blossoming warmth from the contact of Nevan’s fingers rubbing over his mixed with the mere sight of his glittering gaze already began a fuzzy feeling in his mind, distancing his thoughts and popping them like bubbles.

Nevan flashed him a tender grin, one that pulsed honeydew pleasure through his heart. “I’m going to talk to you, okay? I just want you to listen to my words, focus very carefully, because I know you’re so, so good at that.” His voice was low and hushed, the only sound to fill up Malak’s susceptible ears.

“Good…” he mumbled, already starting to lose himself in the blissful spell of praise.

“That’s right, hun, you’re so good. You’re so good, relaxed, and calm, letting a wave of, of serenity wash right over you as I speak. That wave takes out all your worrier with it as it leaves, leaving you perfectly nice and calm.” 

“C- calm… relax…” Malak nodded along as he felt the wave spread right from the vampire’s touch, sending his mind reeling into the blank space of his mind.

“Good, good. Let’s start moving to the bedroom, okay? But I have to help you along because you’re so very, very drowsy and relaxed, so very ready for bed. Prepared to snuggle in under all the blankets right next to me, and allow sleep to take it’s easy hold on you, just like my trance.”

He smiled a sleepy grin as Nevan helped him to their bed, words circling through his brain over cotton clouds. “Drowsy… ummm… sleeeeep…”

Nevan huffed a chuckle. “Alright, sugar pie, climb in, okay? I’ll be right beside you and we’ll be all sleepy and relaxed together. That sounds very nice, doesn’t it?”

“Very nice…” Nevan handed him his stuffed plush of which he hugged tight to his chest, and tucked him right in with a pile of the fuzziest blankets.

“That’s right.” He pressed a soft and sweet peck to his human’s forehead, just before he could completely drift off. “I love you, sugar pie. You’re the best, most drowsy and relaxed boy of them all.”

“Love, um… you too…” Malak replied, just before he lost himself to unconscious, and dreams of his best friend.

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