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thisgirlnamedblusy · 8 months ago

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Heyy, Your work is so amazing it makes me beg for more!

So like gp! Donna x Fem! Blind reader.

So y/n have been working for donna for a very long time, also she's blind but she can see like Outline of the place and the story: Donna's so sweet to her also so in love with y/n and one day something happens (you can choose) that's make Donna confess and y/n feels the same.

And Donna si so scared but y/n assures her that she love her more than anything and they make love 💕

Thank youu...also sorry for my grammar again 🤭

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your support and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

A useless maid?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Blind! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, a bit of smut, Minors DNI, fluff, blindness...

Word count: 7,799

Summary: Why keep a blind maid like you?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

Spring was always your favorite season.

The morning sun warmed your face, telling you it was time to get up, and you did, opening the window, letting a floral scent and a fresh breeze wash over your face. It was a good way to start a new day.

Your life was always a constant whirlwind of circumstances, emotions, luck and misfortune. When you were 20, you were completely alone. Your parents were no longer there and you were the only one who could do something so that loneliness wouldn’t become your companion forever.

In some way you still found hard to believe, you ended up obtaining a privilege that only a few people enjoyed, serving one of the Lords.

To be a maid, to cook... All of those were easy tasks for a girl like you. You didn't stand out in them, but at least you were much more willing to do them than some of your friends, those who, involuntarily, ended up working in the castle.

Perhaps your different, cheerful and optimistic attitude was what led you to the job of your life, serving as a maid in a mansion that was the fear of most of the villagers, in that dangerous place from which no one returned, the Beneviento Estate.

A normal, ordinary maid for a not so ordinary woman. Donna Beneviento was the youngest of the Lords, the most discreet, and for many people, the most feared. It was risky to offer your services to that veiled figure, to that woman in black who walked elegantly next to her doll, but the risk was worth it.

You didn’t live with an army of helpful girls willing to do anything. You were alone in that mansion. It wasn’t a euphemism or an exaggerated way of telling your story; you really were in complete solitude.

Your mistress was not known for her intense approach. It seemed that during those first months, all she did was to avoid you. A woman like her, surely accustomed to being served since she was very young, couldn’t bear the mistake she made by hiring you, by letting you share your life with hers.

That apparently irrational fear this sick woman had at seeing her territory occupied by a cheerful and funny girl faded little by little, with the inevitable passage of time.

Donna wasn’t like people said. Yes, she had problems, a mental illness that occasionally you suffer with her, but most of the time she was just a normal woman with a life that perhaps she didn’t want to live.

Reluctant to contact, to words, the lady in black always tried to ignore any of your smiles or your kind questions. But that distant and cold attitude soon disappeared.

The months were a succession of achievements, of timid approaches from the lady towards you, of almost imperceptible whispers. Trust was something difficult to achieve, until, one day, the black veil that covered the doll maker's face fell before your eyes.

It was not the first time you saw Donna without the veil, at least it wasn’t the first time she was aware of it. Her special beauty caused a tremor in your legs, a spark in your eyes that widened your smile.

Apparently, the fear she instilled in the villagers was almost involuntary; the horrible monster they talked about in the tavern didn’t exist, it was an illusion.

Ashamed of her appearance, recognizing that her body had also changed thanks to the gift of the Gods, Lady Beneviento opened up to you, cementing the foundation of your relationship, a healthy relationship of mutual trust and respect that would continue to this day.

Donna, free of her complexes, began to be part of your life in a less discreet way, to cloud your loneliness at the same time that you made hers disappear.

Smiles, laughter, deep conversations… Yes, of course that was much more like what you were looking for as a maid. You couldn't complain and you never would, not even about the childish jealousy that the Angie doll always felt towards you.

But… Yes, your life was still a succession of luck and misfortune. Working for Lady Beneviento had been a luck, but a fleeting one, one that barely lasted a year.

You could still feel the cold of that day, you could remember the snowflakes landing on your clothes and the sound of the crows anticipating what was going to happen. You were never superstitious, but maybe just for once, you should have listened to the signs.

Your days off were usually boring, you didn't have things to do in the old mansion, and you never really liked being guarded by walls. A walk through the woods seemed like a good option, at least until it was time to eat, the time to chat with the lady in black until the sun disappeared.

Your thoughts used to cause you a kind of lucid dream in which you used to lose yourself, letting your legs walk on the snowy ground.

Your memories were your companions, as was the dark figure of the lady. She was an interesting woman, of course, a new curiosity you loved to discover little by little. Soon the darkness began to wake you from your wanderings and the world around you seemed unfamiliar.

You were lost.

Luckily you knew how to orient yourself, even though those rotten branches prevented you from walking normally. You weren't scared, but a pressure in your chest became a much clearer sign of a bad feeling.

Humming, letting the fear disappear with a soft melody, you walked slowly towards what you thought was the exit of that dark forest.

The pain of a strong blow accompanied by a roar would remain in your memories forever. Lycans, those horrible creatures were to blame for the end of the paradise you lived in.

The push of the creature knocked you to the ground, causing your head to hit a rock and your world to plunge into an inevitable darkness.

You woke up shortly after, when the cold of the night was more present and a shrill voice called you. Donna and Angie weren’t long in appearing. You might think they wanted to help you, but they were looking for you to punish you for your audacity, for daring to abandon the sad and mourning lady in black.

It didn't take you long to fight against the irrational rage of the Italian, to explain what your situation had been. The blow to your head throbbed and the humidity in your hair made the lady see your true problem.

Forgetting about her accusations, she took you back to the mansion in silence, healing your wound and apologizing.

In any other circumstances that little crisis could have been considered over but... No, your hell had only just begun.

Your life returned to normal, the tasks you were always happy to do calmed that throbbing pain in your head. Everything had returned to its place, the smile had returned to the brunette's face, and the mockery and jealousy had returned to the doll.

One day… Yes, you remembered that day, that day when the sun was streaming through the windows. You were as always, cleaning the mansion with your cheerful humming until you froze in place, blinking several times.

The painting from which you were cleaning the years of neglect began to blur in front of you, to darken. It could be a hallucination. It could be that Donna wanted to play with you. It was an impossible theory for several reasons, but the most important one was that the lady wasn’t at home.

The dark circle surrounding your vision grew larger, blackening the rays of sunlight, distorting your vision completely. That blow to the head wasn’t just an anecdote; it was the beginning of your misfortune.

You never said anything. You didn't tell Donna that your world was getting darker, that her beauty was no longer perceptible to you.

Going blind would mean the end of that wonderful, peaceful year. You would return to your old cabin to spend the rest of your life alone.

Determined to ignore the increasingly obvious failure of your sense of sight, you tried to go on with your life as normal and not show the lady in black what was happening to you.

At first it wasn't very complicated, but when all you were able to see were timid shadows, when it was impossible for you to act normally, Donna finally noticed.

Crying, screaming, tears... That afternoon was anything but pleasant. Confessing your sudden blindness, you begged the lady not to be rejected.

Prepared to be dismissed, to return to your life with no meaning, you lowered your head. You felt no scorn, just a hand on your shoulder and a gasp of concern. Donna didn’t abandon you. She didn’t give up on you. Unlike scorning you, she went out of her way to help you.

Unfortunately, not even the Mighty Mother Miranda could make you see again. The lady in black tried too, but to no avail.

A blind maid, who would want that?

Against all odds, Donna Beneviento wanted it.

You were not scorned, cast out of her life, no. She kept you in your place. She trusted and helped you to adjust to your new situation so, according to her, you wouldn’t abandon her. It might be a selfish thought on her part, but it was your salvation.

You would never see her beauty again, that bright eye, that stoic look from the portrait on the stairs, that pleasant and warm smile, but at least you could still hear her voice, smell her lavender perfume, touch her when she guided you. You had lost your sight, but you had not lost Donna.

Sweet and pleasant, the lady's behavior became a mystery. Patient and tender, she helped you to see life without being able to see it, so your blindness didn’t prevent you from living like you deserved.

Maybe the Black Gods had taken pity on you or maybe it was simply a miracle.

Time, merciless, passed little by little and this new situation became your new life. You knew the house perfectly well before your problem and, with Donna’s help and even Angie’s, you managed perfectly doing almost all the chores.

The only thing you weren't allowed to do was cooking, but that was an advantage since the lady in black was a much better cook than you.

(Y/N), a 23-year-old blind girl serving Lady Beneviento… it seemed like the title of a novel. A year of light, two years of darkness and an eternity of shadows, a gloomy future that you wouldn't have been able to bear if Donna hadn't been by your side.

Lady, boss, mistress… All those terms blurred even more than your vision. The relationship you had settled as a routine that you appreciated more than anything else, maybe too much.

Of course, any strange thought that had to do with Lady Beneviento always did its best to get into your head, but you, with elegance and professionalism, firmly dispersed it.

She took pity on you, just that… Just that?

Guided by the rays of sunlight, you prepared to face a new day, a new challenge that you increasingly mastered. Your efforts always went beyond your capabilities, but you would do anything to not lose the tranquility that the mansion offered you, that Donna offered you.

“Good morning…” you said to yourself, sighing as you soaked your hands in a softening cream.

Touching, smelling and hearing had become your new way of seeing life, you would have to take care of yourself, emphasize what had remained instead of lamenting what you had lost.

Dressed, combed and ready for work, you timidly went down the stairs, smiling as you noticed the penetrating aroma of the coffee that Donna prepared every morning.

“Hey, watch out!” A sudden squeal made you step back, scared.

“What? What's going on?” you asked fearfully, trying to distinguish the possible danger around you.

Hearing a timid, well-known laugh, you rolled your useless eyes, reaching out your hands to guide yourself through the mansion.

“Very funny, Angie…” you murmured as you heard steps on the wood, surely belonging to the triumphant doll.

“I tricked you,” the puppet mocked, approaching you so you could pick her up, as you always did, on Donna's orders, of course.

“It's very bad to trick a blind person, you know that?” you said amused, letting the doll serve as a guide to the table.

“Oh... Are you a person?” Angie mocked, laughing amused.

“Mm, I think so,” you joked, grabbing the chair with your other hand and sitting down carefully. “One day I'm going to have a heart attack.”

“You should be used to it, silly girl, Angie is always there to scare you,” the puppet hissed, guiding your hand towards the old coffee pot. “Watch out!”

“What? What's wrong now?” you asked, pulling your hand away in fright.

“It's hot…” the doll murmured, getting off your lap with an amused laugh.

“Oh, yeah, right,” you groaned, shaking your head at the puppet's tireless mockery, one that wasn't annoying, but maybe too recurrent.

“Basta, Angie!” Donna appeared with an authoritative and almost furious voice, reprimanding her doll's rebellious attitude.

“What? It was a joke,” the puppet protested, making the smile on your face widen.

You really didn't know exactly why you were smiling… It could be because of Donna's comical relationship with her porcelain counterpart, or because you knew the lady was there like every morning.

“It's okay. Angie's right, I should be used to it,” you said in a sweet voice, apologizing to the doll.

The lady in black sighed, probably shaking her head, and moved closer to you, accompanied by the usual sound of coffee pouring into your cup.

“Donna,” you said, interrupting the brunette who, like every day, helped you get better on the chair while she guided you to breakfast. “Buongiorno”

“Good morning, (Y/N),” she whispered, taking your hand to guide it to the steaming cup, moving away when she made sure everything was properly in place. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, yes, I was especially tired yesterday,” you said, blowing on the cup and bringing it to your lips, enjoying that bitter aroma with which you always started the day.

“I'm sorry, I'm sure it was my fault,” Donna said, sitting in front of you. “I shouldn't have kept you that long.”

“It's okay, it was funny,” you murmured with a tender smile, searching with your hand for those perfect toasts that she always made. “I didn't know that “The Tell-Tale Heart” was such a spooky story.”

“Mm, Poe is always very spooky, (Y/N), he was the inspiration for many of the later horror novels,” the brunette explained, talking about your reading night, one of your favorite pastimes for a couple of years now.

“Yeah, I see,” you commented in an informal tone. “I… Well, before… You know,” you said with a slightly broken tone. “I liked to read fantasy novels.”

“I know,” Donna said abruptly, as if knowing things about you was important to her, as if the fact that you knew that she knew that kind of information was something she wanted to point out involuntarily. “I know, (Y/N), I know you loved to read.”

“Oh, okay…” you sighed at that abrupt reaction.

“I'm sorry,” the lady said after a few moments of awkward silence. “I didn't mean to talk to you like that.”

“Don't worry,” you said, downplaying it. “It's not your fault. I've probably told you about it many times, you know I talk too much.”

“You do,” Donna said, with a voice that revealed a beautiful smile. “I'm sorry you lost that... hobby,” she sighed, showing once again a guilt for your misfortune that didn't exist.

No, not at all, she had nothing to do with what happened to you, but somehow, sometimes, she thought she had.

“I haven't really lost it, I prefer you to read to me,” you said amused, biting your lip unconsciously. “You're very good at acting.”

“Do you think so? I guess it's a compliment,” the lady answered, with a slightly lower tone.

“Of course,” you said with a sigh, finishing your coffee slowly, enjoying one of the endless conversations with the lady in black, ones that increased much more after your accident.

“W-Well, I… Oh, it doesn't matter,” she said, regretting something she was going to say to you, a tone you already knew, that was very familiar to you. “If I tell you, you'll laugh at me.”

“No, no, no, not at all, I would never laugh at you, Donna,” you said, wanting to discover something else about that dark woman, something that was still at the top of your priorities and hobbies.

“Well, it's that I… I used to, I used to do… Puppet shows to Josef, my gardener,” she finally explained, with a voice that perfectly matched a blush on her cheeks, something that made you smile.

“Really? How curious,” you said, listening attentively. “With Angie?”

“Yes, with Angie,” the doll answered, with an annoyed and offended voice. “It was humiliating.”

“How were you supposed to know? You weren't alive back then,” Donna protested, addressing Angie in a comical way, something that made you laugh softly.

“Wow... You're a woman of many talents,” you murmured pleasantly, finishing your breakfast.

“Really? Um... I, I don't think so,” she said, with a slightly nervous voice, like every time something resembling a compliment came out of your lips. “I mean, grazie, (Y/N)”

You smiled, nodding formally and guiding yourself to get up from the table.

“Anyway, I should start with my chores,” you commented, saying goodbye to another of those shy encounters with the lady, who immediately got up to help you. “Oh, thank you, Donna, but it's not necessary.”

“Um, okay…” she sighed, making sure that there was no danger around you. “I'm sorry, it's just that…”

“Don't apologize for being nice,” you said softly. “Can’t someone like you be nice?”

“Someone like me?” she asked, helping you around the table again, filling your senses with that intoxicating lavender perfume. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, well, the Lords are supposed to be ruthless and fearsome, right?” you joked, shaking your head.

“That's what you think about us?” Donna asked, guiding you with her arm towards the hallway. “Am I ruthless with you, (Y/N)?”

“Mm, well… No, not entirely,” you said laughing amused, walking next to her. “Wait, where are we going?”

“To the workshop, I need your help,” she said with a cold voice, guiding you towards the elevator. “If you can, of course.”

“Today I had to clean the kitchen but… I suppose I can make an exception,” you said curiously. “If my lady needs my help…”

“My lady… Forget about that nonsense, you've been here for three years,” Donna said, annoyed by that formality you knew she hated, but that provoked funny reactions from the regal and stoic Lady Beneviento.

“I was joking,” you said, laughing discreetly, holding on to her arm as you felt the unpleasant humidity of the basement get into your clothes. “I'm sorry if it bothered you.”

“It didn't bother me,” she said, with a tone just as cold as that place, involuntarily condemning you for a silent walk through those dark corridors.

“What do I have to do?” you asked when the lady guided you through the workshop until you sat on a chair, getting a little closer to what looked like her work table. “Supervise?”

“You make a joke out of everything, (Y/N)…” Donna murmured, sitting down beside you with a sad movement. “You're worse than Angie.”

“Worse than Angie?” you joked again. “I'd rather laugh at myself than complain at every corner. It's something I learned long before blindness.”

“Mm, an admirable thought, (Y/N),” the lady commented, moving some items you couldn't make out and handing you what looked like a sewing kit. “Here, take this.”

“Okay,” you said, securing the objects in your hands.

“Can you sew?” the lady asked. “Maybe I'm forcing you to make too much effort.”

“Not at all, Donna. It's fine,” you said, nodding in a reassuring voice. “I'm still capable of doing it, and very well indeed.”

A shy laugh from the lady raised your lips even more.

“Oh, okay, I would never dare to question you,” the brunette joked, guiding your hand towards what seemed to be several fabrics. “I need you to tell me which one you like the most.”

“Mm, let's see...” you murmured, studying each of the fabrics, not being able to remove the sensation of Donna's hand in yours, a soft and distant contact, shy, pleasant and warm. “This one is too rough.”

“Well, not this one,” she said, discarding one of the pieces of fabric. “What do you think of this one?”

“Mm, yes, much better,” you said, nodding, closing your eyes to feel the soft touch of the chosen fabric even more. “What color is it?”

“Gray,” the lady said, studying your choice carefully and searching the table again. “Is that okay with you?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, picking up another piece of fabric the lady handed you.

“I need you to sew these ruffles on the edge of the fabric, it's for a dress. Do you think you could do it?” she asked, suddenly focused on her work, a very special one, strange but shocking for someone like her.

A doll maker for children who was the nightmare of many of them; it was another of the sweet contradictions you admired about Beneviento.

“Yes, I'll try,” you confirmed, feeling the edge and joining it with that piece of ruffles.

“Well, then… Let's get to work,” Donna sighed, handing you a needle along with its thread. “If you see that you can't just…”

“Relax, I already told you that I'm good at sewing,” you said confidently, running your hands over the fabric, starting your task with mastery.

You couldn't see it, but the movement of the shadows you saw told you that the lady nodded, focusing on her dolls.

It was a pleasant morning. Guided by your instinct, you sewed in silence, humming from time to time. The lady's always nervous breathing was your companion, along with the creaking of the wooden limps hanging from the ceiling.

The lavender was intoxicating and your stupid head turned from time to time, desperately seeking to look at the lady, to ingratiate yourself with her beauty once again, one last time.

That desire to contemplate the light of her dark gaze grew with time. You may not have given it all the importance it required, but little by little that burning feeling made its way, making your heart beat faster and faster in her presence.

“Mm, I think it's done,” you said satisfied, checking with your hands the work you had done.

“Let me see,” Donna said, still focused, extending her hand towards yours as she ran it over the embroidery. “Yes, good work, (Y/N),” she whispered satisfied, letting her hand fall, just enough for it to met yours.

You smiled happy to have pleased her and felt a shiver at the soft touch of her hand on yours, one that abandoned the fabric and focused on your skin carelessly.

“Donna?” you asked, interrupting that curious exploration, the silence that had formed while she caressed you, one in which the lady seemed to have completely lost herself.

“I-I'm sorry,” she said, removing her bold hand from your skin, snatching the fabric from you abruptly. “I shouldn't have done it.”

“No, it's nothing…” you said cautiously due to the lady's apparently nervous attitude. “Do you like my hands?” you asked innocently.

“Um… Yes, they are, they are very soft,” she said, with a voice broken by nerves, by that strange and uncomfortable situation.

“Well, I have to confess that I’m cheating,” you said, rubbing your hands, trying to find in them the softness that Donna appreciated.

“Cheating?” she asked curiously, with a slightly calmer tone.

“Yes, well, I put on some hand cream, you know… Now they are… Well, as if they were my eyes,” you explained passively, preventing memories from haunting and sadden you. “I bought it from the Duke and it seems that it was really worth all those lei.”

“I see,” the brunette commented, looking away. “They are… Beautiful…”

“Thank you,” you sighed with a shy smile, noticing the familiar burning of a blush that was surely betraying your embarrassment. “Yours too.”

“Mine? Oh, well, thank you,” she said timidly, moving to look at them closely because the shadows you saw. “But I'm afraid I don't take care of them as much as you do.”

“No? Well, they are soft,” you said amused, hiding the nervous trembling of those hands that the lady in black liked that much. “May I?” you asked carefully, extending your hand towards her, who took it slowly. “Mm, yes, they are quite soft too…”

Unintentionally, instead of dissipating that tension, you increased it, generating another strange silence that rhythmically accompanied those caresses.

At that moment you felt something else, a look you couldn't see, the gleam in her eye that was nonexistent to you, but that stuck in your chest like an invisible enemy.

“(Y/N),” Donna said after a few more moments of erratic caresses, forcing you to come out of your thoughts and suddenly let her hand go. “I-I need my hand to work…”

“Sorry,” you said, embarrassed for having lost yourself in her touch, one she started and was eager to finish. “I don't know what I was thinking…”

“Don't apologize, I… I…” the lady stammered, her voice getting smaller and smaller, stopping talking before finishing the sentence, leaving you bewildered. “I liked you caressing me.”

“Oh, yes, well… Me too,” you said timidly, trying, unsuccessfully, to interpret those almost inaudible words, marked with a strong accent, as if they were struggling to get out of her lips.

“Really? I mean… Um…” she said nervously again, shaking her head exaggeratedly, surely thinking that you were incapable of seeing her.

She was partly right, but the shadows moved in a way that you could slowly decipher.

“Today is my afternoon off…” you commented, breaking the pleasant silence that formed after that strange conversation, after those strange caresses.

“Certo,” Donna sighed uncomfortable, surely not gathering the necessary warmth to ask you to leave her alone. “What are you going to do?”

“I had thought… I don't know, it's a beautiful day, maybe I’ll take a walk around the grounds,” you said, playing with things on the table that you couldn't see.

Donna stopped abruptly.

“A walk? By yourself?” she asked inquisitively. “I-I don't think it's a good idea, (Y/N), it's, it's dangerous.”

“Yes, but… I need to get some fresh air, you know,” you explained, resting your head on your hand.

“Don't you remember the last time you went out for a walk?” the lady questioned, with a reproachful tone that chilled your blood. “No.”

“Of course I remember,” you said abruptly, offended by that comment, because the memories clouded that tender moment. “But it's been a long time.”

“No,” the brunette sentenced with a stern and authoritative tone. “Forget it, (Y/N).”

“Hey, it's supposed to be my afternoon off, I should be able to do whatever I want,” you protested annoyed, crossing your arms. “Nothing will happen to me, I'm well oriented.”

“I said no,” she repeated through clenched teeth. “You will never leave this house alone again, do you understand?”

“Oh…” you said, backing away from the abruptness of her words. “Well, in that case… Why don't you come with me?” you asked with a brighter tone, with a hopeful smile on your face.

“Io? With you?” Donna asked, judging by the gesture she made, pointing at herself.

You nodded effusively.

“You can show the grounds to me,” you said with a childish, pleading voice, getting a little closer to that lavender scent. “If you’re with me, nothing will happen, right?”

“Do you really want to walk with me?” she asked, incredulous at your proposal. “You… With me?”

“Yes, of course,” you said amused. “What do you think?”

“I think it's a wonderful idea, (Y/N), but… I, I'm afraid I can't,” the lady sighed, lowering her head. “This afternoon I have a meeting with Mother Miranda, and I don't know how long it will take.”

“Oh, wow… I guess that cancels my plans,” you lamented, pouting, causing a concentrated sigh from the brunette, who turned to you again.

“W-Wait,” she interrupted, with a soft tone. “Excuse me for my abruptness… I just don't want…”

“Anything to happen to me, I understand, Donna,” you said with a tired voice, shaking your head.

“Mm…” she murmured. “But, but I might find another solution…”

“Which one?”

The lady laughed shyly, leaving you in suspense until the desired moment arrived.

“I can't believe it, what am I, a guide dog?” Angie protested, reluctantly accompanying you out of the mansion.

Having Angie with you was an unexpected, but funny solution.

“Come on Angie, be nice,” you said, guiding yourself by her footsteps and her wooden hand on your legs. “I'm sure a walk would be good for you.”

“Ha, do you think so? I should be with my Donna at the meeting playing with Moreau but no… The silly doll has to be a guide for the blind girl, I shouldn’t be surprised, after all,” the doll murmured, pulling your dress towards the elevator. “Come on, silly…”

“Shouldn’t you be surprised?” you asked curiously, searching for the button with your hands. “Why do you say that?”

Angie gasped, as if she had said something she shouldn’t.

“No way, you gossipy fool, I was talking to myself, you weren’t invited to this conversation,” the puppet protested, making you laugh again. “Hey, careful, there’s a puddle over there, go to your right. No, not my right… Oh, what have I done to deserve this?”

You danced comically, avoiding the obstacles the doll warned you about, something very funny for her, of course.

“Stop complaining, I heard you talking to Donna and you seemed excited about the idea,” you said amused, searching for the doll with your hands and letting yourself be guided by her wooden arms.

“Were you spying us?” she asked indignantly, crossing her arms.

“No... It's just that you talk too loud,” you joked, earning a grunt from the doll, who continued on her way.

It was a pleasant walk. The shadows you saw were illuminated by the evening sun and the spring breeze was much better for your skin than any cream. The doll amused and guided you correctly, almost as if she really cared about you.

“Mm... What’s that smell?” you asked, stopping to enjoy a sweet floral aroma that began to flood your senses. “Flowers?”

“Of course they are flowers,” Angie said, tugging at your dress. “Over here, blind girl.”

“Wait, wait, let me get close,” you said, guiding yourself by your sense of smell towards that attractive perfume. “I would like to touch them.”

“Are you stupid? Come here, huh!” the doll shrieked when you started walking on your own towards that smell, with your eyes closed, unable to feel anything but the aroma of those flowers.

“Angie…” you hissed when the doll insisted on moving you out of the way. “Come on, let me go.”

“Hey, stop!” she shrieked almost desperately. “Don't come closer there!”

“Why?” you asked, turning towards her voice but without stopping walking, a terrible idea.

Your foot tripped on what seemed like a root, making you fall irremediably forward. On the ground, the scent of those flowers began to be unpleasant, too intense. You had undoubtedly fallen on top of them.

“Oh... Angie, help me,” you protested, feeling the ground with your hands, touching the fine petals of the flowers.

“Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo!” Angie shrieked. “Fool! Are you okay?” she asked, shaking your shoulders as she helped you up as best she could. “Can you hear me?”

That voice began to distort when you felt a strange dizziness. The light you saw completely darkened and you collapsed on the ground hopelessly, fainting.

“Oh... Shit... Donna’s going to throw me into the fireplace...”

That was the last thing you were able to hear before succumbing to a different darkness, to a deep sleep.

Slowly your hearing began to work again, but your body was unable to move.

“Do you realize what you've done!?” a distorted scream was the first thing you could hear.

Your body felt weak, but strangely comfortable.

“Hey, hey, don't take it out on me, silly Donna, it was her fault!” a shriek that belonged to Angie continued that argument.

“Her fault? You're supposed to take care of her!” the lady shrieked, now with the most recognizable voice. “Porca miseria!”

“She was the one who wanted to smell the flowers, you can't blame me for you being a coward and not being able to tell her that…”

“Get out! Get out of my sight or I swear that…!” the lady shouted again, making a terrible and dangerous echo in that unknown place.

Sleep prevented you from continuing to listen. Your desire to sleep overcame the anxiety of not knowing where you were or what had happened.

Consciousness slowly returned again and your body felt somewhat better, being able to understand your surroundings. You were on a bed, that was obvious, the humidity of the environment and the smell of lavender placed you in the Beneviento mansion, next to Donna.

Your limp hand was warm, surrounded by something soft, strange, which you quickly identified: Donna's hand. The lady squeezed it tightly while whispering something that your ears weren’t able to hear, at least for a while.

“Come on... Tesoro, per favore... Don't do this to me...” the lady whispered in a clearer, but sobbing voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut, realizing that you could move a little, that your hands were no longer useless and your fingers, free from hers, could caress the soft silk sheets that you used to wash. It was Donna's bedroom, you were sure.

“The antidote should have taken effect… You should wake up,” she whispered with another sob, squeezing your hand even tighter. “Please… I shouldn't have left you alone, amore mio…”

The desire you had to open your eyes calmed down when you heard that affectionate way of calling you, forcing you to remain still, pretending to remain unconscious due to the curiosity that excessive concern caused you.

“(Y/N) please, you can't do this to me… You can't leave me alone again, not now… Not when I can't live without you…” she continued sobbing, burying her head in your motionless body, pulling at your clothes, scratching them desperately. “It's my fault…”

Once again, you decided not to give yourself away.

“I'm a coward…” she lamented, crying into your clothes, letting your hand go to hit the mattress hard. “I'm a coward! I-I should have told you how I felt about you before… Before… Oddio… You can't leave me, y-you can't… (Y/N), I've been, I've been in love with you for so long…”

You had to suppress the reflex action of opening your eyes at that totally unexpected confession. She loved you.

You'd be lying if you said that the lady in black's sweet and caring attitude didn't seem a bit exaggerated to you. After all, nobody needed a blind maid, nobody could find someone like you useful unless… Unless that person were madly in love with you.

Little by little you began to understand many things, to explain the lady's strange attitudes, her stammering, stuttering and embarrassing escapes after a conversation about love or mutual interests.

You had things to confess too, feelings you never dared to bring to light, emotions that went far beyond pure gratitude for not being scorned when you lost your sight. Donna was a beautiful, intelligent, kind, disturbed but terribly loving and attentive woman.

Before the shadows took over you, you used to be a bit addicted to her smile, to her shy and embarrassed look, perhaps much more than you would have liked to admit.

You, who didn’t know what love was, found it in Donna without even realizing it, without giving importance to the desires of your heart, desires that your head blurred among a thousand ways of saying that it was something impossible, totally improbable.

That addiction didn’t change with the shadows. It was accentuated in the memories, in the image of her beauty always present in your dreams. Maybe you hadn't realized how much...

“Please, wake up... I... I... I love you...” she whispered, interrupting your own ramblings, confirming that those words hadn't been the result of the intoxication of the flowers.

“Donna, I love you too,” you said, unable to hold back any longer, abruptly sitting up and making the lady back away, scared.

“Ah, cazzo!” she shrieked, almost falling off the chair where she was taking care of you. “(Y/N)?”

“I'm, I'm awake, my love,” you said, with a splendid smile. “Those things you've said to me...”

“What? Were you awake the whole time?” she asked in a fearful, almost annoyed voice. “How dare you? Do you know how scared I was?”

“Hey, come on, calm down, everything's okay...” you said, making a gesture with your hands to relax the brunette's embarrassed nervousness.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, nothing's okay,” she said with labored breathing, making an unpleasant noise as she dragged the chair and stood up, walking from one side of the room to the other. “Damn it, (Y/N)! Were you playing with me?”

“No, Donna, I…” you said, preventing with all your effort an imminent crisis that knowing you had heard her confession had provoked. “I-I don't even know what happened to me…”

“Oh, you tripped in the forest and fell on a bunch of Indian anesthetic flowers,” Donna explained, without stopping moving, or so the sound of her heels indicated. “Why did you get close to them? Don't you know how dangerous they are?”

“Well, it's obvious that I didn't know,” you said, crossing your arms. “I didn't see it coming.”

“Stop joking, you could have stayed in a coma forever, (Y/N)… You could have…” she murmured, coming closer again and caressing your cheek quickly, with a trembling hand.

“Here I am. Nothing happened to me,” you said satisfied by your resurrection. “Actually, I'm glad it happened to me.”

“How can you say that!?” the lady shrieked, completely unhinged. “Do you realize what would have happened to me if…!?”

The silence fell heavily on you.

“Yes, I realize, Donna,” you said after a few moments, which luckily, the lady didn’t take advantage of to escape from her embarrassing confession. “I’ve heard everything.”

“You must be proud, right?” she said with a hiss, apparently pointing at you with her finger. “You're… Ugh…”

“If this hadn't happened to me you would never have had the courage to tell me that you loved me,” you said in a low voice, playing with the sheets.

“Forget about that… It's, it's nonsense,” she said, sitting on the mattress and brushing your hair away from your head, intoxicating you with lavender again. “Don't think about it, okay?”

“How can you expect me not to, Donna?” you said, abruptly, furiously. “I've been repressing what I felt for you for three years because I would never think that you could feel the same, now that I know, you can't just do that. You can't ask me to forget the nicest thing that has been said to me in my life…”

“What? You…? Do you feel something for me?” she asked, with a different tone, distrustful. “Are you trying to trick me?”

“No, of course I’m not,” you said nervously. “Donna, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and… Even before I lost my sight I… W-Well… I think, I think I’m crazy about you.”

“(Y/N) I…” she said in a whisper, caressing your cheek while you accompanied the gesture with a soft grip of your hand in hers. “I just can’t believe you…”

“Don't do it,” you whispered, guiding your hand towards her deformed face, running your fingers through her hair, tangling them on it slowly before leaning towards her, placing your lips on hers briefly. “You don't have to believe me right now, but maybe you will over time… No one has ever treated me like you, with you I feel… I feel like I don't need my eyes… That the light of your beauty illuminates my darkness…”

“That's very nice,” Donna said, laughing shyly, resting her forehead against yours. “But, but now it's too soon to… Talk about this… You should, you should rest, you could suffer a relapse,” she said, kissing you briefly again and moving away from you, something that you prevented with a firm grip on her wrist.

“Wait…” you sighed, dragging her back to you. “If that's true... Let me enjoy your love before I return to the darkness...”

With that velvety whisper, you brought your lips closer to hers again in a much more intense way, deepening the wet kiss that the brunette accepted without complaint.

You knew the path of your life, the fortunes, the misfortunes... You didn't know what the future held for you, if those damned flowers would change your destiny again.

The fear of losing what you had achieved was strong in your heart, in the desire that you thought you would never feel. If Donna was your fortune, you wanted to have her. You wanted to feel her before fate played with you again.

Your breathing became agitated as your soft hands roamed over her body, feeling, noticing every inch of her soft, burning skin. The sensations didn't need to be seen, only to be enjoyed.

The trembling of her body at your touch was much more noticeable, the rush and eagerness of her breathing matched the kisses, the timid caresses of your tongues.

Donna seemed worried, but your insistence was strong, it was invincible as you pulled her body to rest on top of yours. Now you too would smell of lavender.

Feeling, hearing, touching, tasting… All those heightened senses were like an ambrosia that accompanied the timid movement of your hips.

Your curious hands scrutinized her clothes, her skin, each one of those parts that you didn't want to forget, that your dreams reminded you of despite your reluctance to ignore them.

Softness, sweetness, love… Those words accompanied each one of your kisses, the caresses that her fingers made timidly on the edges of your dress, asking permission to make their way through your skin.

Her lips tickled your neck and your hips moved impatiently as they brushed against hers. Your eyes remained closed, absent of the shadows that wouldn’t frame in the slightest the blind sensation of her beauty mixing with you.

“I-I don't know if we should, (Y/N)…” the lady murmured, stopping her passionate kisses, looking at you without knowing that you were doing the same with your mind, that you could see her face even though you couldn't really do it. “This is very hasty.”

“I know,” you said, bringing your smart hand to her cheek again, passing over her wet lips, because of yours.

Her hands were guided by the sight before her, by the amazing skill with which your clothes gave way to your bare skin, ready to be caressed only by her hands. Her slender fingers wandered aimlessly over your chest, like curious explorers.

Your chest rose and fell with each caress, with each kiss that was planted on your skin. Her silky black hair tickled you, making you laugh in a playful way, drawing her lips back to where they should be forever, on yours.

Panting, caresses, kisses that became more and more erratic... Any kind of regret disappeared along with her black dress, along with the touch of her erection contradicting her cautious words. You needed her, you always needed her. She never left you, you never would.

“(Y/N)…” the lady moaned when your hands pulled down her underwear, when the desire and rush of your lust completely stripped the lady.

It was a bitter moment. You would have given anything to contemplate her naked body on yours, to be able to stare at it and not through the crack of a door.

Yes, sometimes you did, before… You weren't even aware of how much you loved her.

“Please,” you begged, opening your eyes so the shadows would give you a break, so you could see her blurred figure as she slowly entered you, making you moan from that hot, unmatched and overwhelming sensation. “Donna!”

“I-I'm sorry… Did I hurt you?” the lady said, positioning herself more comfortably as she entered you completely, giving your body enough time to adapt to her trembling, imposing shaft.

“It doesn't matter...” you sighed in relief when that pain turned into thousands of electric currents running through your body.

The shadows were unnecessary, your eyes were useless. The only thing that mattered was what you felt, what you wanted to feel.

When comfort and pleasure forced you to moan, Donna began to move, moaning too in a discreet but terribly erotic way. Her hips moved slowly and her thrusts stretched your walls in a tender, not abrupt way.

Your lips claimed hers while her erection caressed your interior, causing the lustful movements of your hips, a whole world of unique sensations for which you didn’t need your stupid eyes.

Without words, only moans, with caresses, that erotic dance continued at its own pace, swinging your bodies, enjoying the movements that pleasure generated and the reactions of the brunette feeling inside of you.

That romanticism faded when the pleasure forced you to behave wilder, moaning uncontrollably as your body claimed hers even more, squeezing it, not letting her separate from you for a moment. Your muscles tensed after some rougher thrusts, after the scratches of the lady in black, after her loss of control.

Your first shared release was much more than you were looking for, more than you wanted. Your whole body arched, twisting irremediably, held by her firm hands in your back, keeping you close to her.

Donna couldn't resist that sinful embrace of your walls around her and with a less discreet moan she also released herself, filling you with her warm seed, with a wet and slippery caress.

“Donna...” you sighed in relief, hugging her, resting your head on her shoulder and letting your body be cradled by hers. “Never stop being the light of my darkness…”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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dancerinthestorm · 3 months ago

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Only two episodes in yet but I LOVE the show’s drop dead gorgeous costumes in general and Elrond’s blue and golden Lindon tunic/cloak number in particular!

It’s so swishy, so shiny, so comfy looking and the colors such a beautiful blend of Lindon’s golden foliage and the blue sky and sea.

I love it! I want to steal it! I am having Thoughts TM about it!

(In general: Very happy with what the show and Robert Aramayo are doing with Elrond so far. But that needs to be examined separatly and in much more detail ^_^)

PS: Also a huge thank you to all of you amazing gif makers for giving us so much material to study! You guys are absolute rock stars!💕

#Dancerinthestorm watching #the rings of power #and having Thoughts about #elrond #(yet again… to absolutely no-one’s surprise 😫)#costume appreciation #robert aramayo #trop elrond

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kiivg · 6 months ago

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Your Rook is ridiculously good looking. Like, I’m actually blushing and it’s all your fault

.The initial idea for him was Grave Robbing Pirate and honestly the beard options came through for me like nothing else. Guaranteed I was going to go for muttonchops/sideburns before I even knew what the CC looked like, but idk they looked a little patchy sometimes and that is NOT what Farid is about 👏 The whatever it is he has now is iconic for him, I tried making him as an elf but it was Cursed and Never-to-Be-Seen-Again. Also the balding ponytail? I saw it, and I was like yeah that’s it, that’s him, that’s exactly what I’m about.

.Also it is absolutely insane to me that he’s the first draft, I got him in one go with a little fine tuning once I figured out how the CC works. Especially considering how ugly Goddard turned out as the Inquisitor 😭😭 but now I HC he just sends somebody over in his place to act as a go between, ain’t no way he’s traipsing around with Morrigan lmao. I did make a crummy Blackwall Inq so I could get Dorian to call him Amatus 👹 Pavwall Canon UNLOCKED. (I wonder if you could make the Iron Bull tho?? Sans wide horns ofc.)

.Also, girlie, tysm!!!!!! I am ALSO very 👀😳🥴🤫🫡 about him, I’ve just started my third playthrough of him, I’m still tweaking little bits here and there as I go along. Which means ofc I’m going to be screenshotting him in every cutscene 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️.

.Edit tho I’ve changed his name to Farid now 😘.

.Some facts about my Rook, Farid Thorne, and his story below 💕🫡.

.His mother is Therasia Thorne, a Rivaini Dalish elf who left her clan for the calling of the sea, and he is an absolute mama’s boy. Will do absolutely anything she asks with very little, if any, questioning. He doesn’t know (and most likely never will) who his father is, as the man bought Therasia’s silence over their affair with two galleons and a frigate. On a side note, Therasia was known for seducing very rich men and getting pregnant in order to blackmail them. Most of the time the fathers would pay up, and there has only been one instance of the father agreeing to take the baby off her hands, her bluff was called and she regretfully left her son behind.

.He adores expensive textures, silk, dragon scales, gold, fine lace, alamarri sheep wool, phoenix feathers. If he wasn’t a career criminal turned conscript he would have been a tailor. He owns (or used to own) several dresses/robes that he would just lounge about in naked to feel the fabric against his skin. Doesn’t really think too much of leather though, it can be stiff and often chafes the skin, which is strange because he’s very much a rope man.

.He waxes most of his body hair off, and keeps everything nice and tidy. He also puts coloured powder in his open wounds to preserve the shape of them as they heal, true to his mother’s traditions.

.Has kept his face completely bare of tattoos (apart from the fish he got when he was fourteen) in an honour to his Dalish heritage; he knows he won’t ever get valaslin because he’s only a half-elf, but the prospect of it keeps his face bare.

.Is fascinated by machinery and spent a great deal of time perfecting his own tools. His own frigate was equipped with self made trident ballistas, each one would fire three harpoons (individually or all at once) secured with thick chains, crafted to hunt and bring down large game, dragons, and smaller fleeing ships.

.In tune with his love for crafting, he follows June, and not the Maker. Though he does keep this to himself and those he considers family. If asked he just says he doesn’t believe in the Maker, and refuses to elaborate.

.Absolutely fucks, big family kind of guy. He is one of nineteen children, and has nine of his own by five different women, though he assumes there’s more because he was very much a leave before the sunrise kind of guy. Now he’s matured with being in the Wardens and has been less of a dick about it all. Whether or not he’s got any chance of knowing those kids who knows 🤷‍♂️.

.Never told anyone about his past when he became a Warden, the only people who know are those who were privy to his conscription, and the higher up Wardens upon receiving his arrest and conscription reports. Most people know he’s a conscript however, he doesn’t shy away from that, and he’s had a dozen or more rumours spread about him within the order. Evka was the first person to say he was a good Warden and back him up, and I think that solidified him as a third wheel to her and Antoine.

.He was actually conscripted by order of my HoF Andrastopher Cousland, as a favour returned. Andrastopher wanted aboard his ship when the Inquisition was seeking out a new leader,(there was no way he was becoming a religious figurehead lmao) and he stayed there for a good six months or so before Zevran joined them, and another two months before returning back to Thedas. They… uh… yeah 🥴🤫.

.If he was a companion his questline would probably follow trying to kill his older brother Galo after receiving a plea for help from his sister in law Aadiyah. Turns out Galo is either a) helping the Antaam navigate the seas uncontested or b) capturing and selling slaves to the Venatori. The big question at the end would be whether to tell their daughter that he’s her dad or to let her believe Galo was her father considering he HAS just murdered him, and she has several siblings that Galo fathered too.

.His gift would be an ornamental smoking pipe or a hookah, his room would be an observatory, full of navigational maps and constellations, there would be a small tailors work bench on one side of the room complete with mannequin and a sewn outfit that would slowly complete over his personal questline. His bed would be a row boat full of pillows.

.His almost kiss scene would be him explaining that he’s no good, his past actions are very much coming to bite him in the ass, and that you should really stop flirting with him. Does he want you to stop? No. Is he going to lean in to try and kiss you? Yes. Is he going to remember that everything is playing out as it does before and pull away because he knows he’s not good enough for you? Yes.

.His romance lock in scene would be stargazing on the beach in Rivain, he’d point out a couple constellations, talk about his time seafaring (minus all the murdering and pillaging). You’d get the option to ask about a few different ones (leading to locking out of the romance) or a secret fourth one and he’d absolutely bullshit some made up romantic story that parallels him and you, and you’d call bullshit because YES it is bullshit, and he’d say something awfully sappy about making it “our constellation” and then 💋💋💋.

.The actual romance scene would be that he turns up completely naked in your room, he’ll ask if you want the Captain or the Warden, and you uh choose and uh ye a hh haha ahaaaaa 😳🥴.

#rook #dragon age #dragon age veilguard #dav #rook Thorne #answer #anonymous #gif #Farid Thorne #.im cough cough getting to much into this hahahahahaaa 😳.

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deadlynavigation · 10 months ago

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(Little) Intruder Alert

Warnings: mention of weapons/breaking in/mariticide, female pronouns used (lmk if you want a male/nb version!), empty threats

Author’s Note: yall are the best, thank you for being SO patient these past couple months. Send in requests of any kind, even fandoms I previously said were closed. thanks again, love you guys 💕💕

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“He’s down?”

“Down is a strong word. I kind of just dumped him onto the bed and shut the door.”

Din snorts. “Wouldn’t blame you if you did, cyar’ika.”

You sigh, wandering into the dark cockpit. The lights have long since been turned off for the night, leaving only the bright stars sitting outside the windows to guide you. As you move, they catch on different things, illuminating everything from one of the child’s toys left lying around to your husband’s polished armor. It’s messy, sure, but it provides you with a little comfort after the day you just had.

Speaking of- “The bounty’s been frozen, right?”

Din grunts from his spot in the pilot’s chair. “Yeah.”

You exhale sharply, a weight leaping off of your shoulders. The bounty today wasn’t exactly easy. He had been on the run for weeks now, reportedly heavily armed and off his rocker. No other bounty hunter wanted to chase after that, so of course, you and Din were assigned to him.

“We should probably pick up the pace now that he’s on board. I don’t want the child near him for too long.” You worry, subconsciously picking at a hangnail.

“He’ll be fine, Y/n.” Din’s sleepy voice trails off as you get closer to him. He must have been dozing before you came in, catching up on the sleep that he can no longer afford to lose now that he’s an old man. You have to muffle your laugh with your sleeve. He’s such a dad, taking random naps in spots that he knows will hurt his back while his child runs rampant.

“I just don’t want him to get curious and–” You’re rudely interrupted by Din pulling you into his lap like it’s nothing and wrapping his arms around your waist to make sure you stay put. “Maker, Din. You can’t just do that.”

“Hmm.” Din’s hands slouch to your hips as he melts into the chair again. “Rest, cyar’ika. No more work talk.”

“Din, you know full well that if you fall asleep here—“ He drags a hand up to cover your mouth. Which is unfair, considering you can’t lick the filthy glove, but you’re not strong enough to force him away, either. Instead, you pin him with a glare, trying to burn holes into his helmet.

No words are spoken as he slowly rests his hand against your hip once more. His head is now tilted back, his posture broken, and with you in his lap, it’s only a matter of time before soft snores start coming out of the helmet.

All of a sudden, the peace is broken by a soft whimper in the entrance to the cockpit. Your head snaps over to see a green dot, drowning in his favorite blanket with tears streaming down his tiny face.

“Oh no, baby. Did you have a nightmare?” You coo to the child, rising from Din’s lap and rushing to where he pouts. You scoop him up and wipe his tears from his cheeks, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to spook him. “Come on, let’s go back to bed and we can talk all about your dream…” Your voice trails off as you climb back onto the lower level of the Crest, to where Din can hear the faint sounds of you settling the child for the second time tonight. He’s left in silence for a good two minutes, settling back into the chair and running through tomorrow’s schedule while trying to keep his eyes open for you.

Eventually, you scale the ladder and make it back to the cockpit with no child situated in your arms. You fall back into Din’s lap where he gladly welcomes you, running his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“He’s down?”

“Don’t you start with me, Din Djarin.” You mumble half-heartedly into his shoulder. He smiles softly, turning his helmet to get a better view of your tired face.

“Ready for bed?” He asks, leaning his forehead against your hair.

“Please. But give it five more minutes–your hands are working wonders right now.” You say in a blissed-out state. He chuckles, adding a little more pressure to your spine.

“Heard that before,” Din murmurs. You snap back up to stare at him, suddenly ready to go all over again.

“I did not just hear what I think I did,” You murmur in awe. His helmet stares at you in a deadpan, yes-you-did manner. You’re seconds away from ripping that helmet off and doing unspeakable things to his face when–

Creeeaaak

Din shoots up from the chair, sending you tumbling to the floor. He pulls his blaster from his waistband in one hand and catches you by the waist with the other, taking on a battle stance to confront the intruder.

But strangely enough, when he scans the room, there’s not a soul to be found.

You’re used to this, though. You grab Din’s chin and tilt his head down, pulling his eyes closer to the ground, until he catches the small green creature at the entrance, this time pulling along one of his many stuffed animals.

“Your turn, baby,” you laugh wearily as Din sighs. He stomps over to the smiling creature, and for the second time that night, the child is carried down the ladder and into his bed. You stand around waiting for Din to come back, knowing that the chair is going to be uncomfortable and stiff without him to sit on. You’ve always wondered how he puts up with it, especially for longer periods of time. Then again, he is a fan of self-imposed suffering.

Finally, Din clambers back up to the top. “Ready for bed, mesh’la?” He questions, barely standing as sleep threatens to take over.

“Yes, but quickly, please. As much as I love him…” You leave Din to fill in the blanks. He nods silently and stalks over to you, hesitating for only a moment before reaching over and hoisting you over his shoulder, subtly shifting you to make sure your abdomen isn’t pressed against his pauldron.

“Din-!” You cut yourself off, not wanting to risk waking the child. However, that doesn’t mean you can’t squirm a little just to let him know that he’s not getting away with this.

“Hold still,” Din grunts, shifting you into a steadier position as he makes his way towards the exit to the ship’s upper floor.

“Din Djarin, don’t you even think about it–” You don’t even have time to finish your sentence before he launches himself down the chute, skipping the ladder entirely. You both land with a thud, pausing for a second to listen for the child’s wails. Nothing.

“I’m going to kill you. You’re going to wake up in the morning, and I’m not gonna be there, and it’s going to be all your fault…” you carry on with empty threats, trying to get a rise out of your spouse as he carries you to the newly-placed bed. The cot directly underneath the child was getting a little aggravating, so you committed to convincing Din of the need for a real bed in a real room. Evidently, your plan worked.

Once the door is open, Din takes the few steps required to get to the bed and unceremoniously dumps you onto it. He doesn’t move after that, taking his time in admiring you, and you swear you can feel the smug little smirk forming underneath that armor. You huff at him and roll over.

“Hide all you want, cyar’ika. Not going to change my plans for tonight.” He turns to the little compartment haphazardly labeled ‘armor��, starting the long process of unclipping, untying, and when he gets impatient, ripping off his beskar. It all gets placed in the correct spot, ready and waiting for tomorrow. Once that’s finished, he heads to the basket you forced him to get to store clothing, digging through folded laundry until he finds some casual pants. Back at the start of your relationship, he would’ve kept looking for a loose sleepshirt, but as time passed and you both became more comfortable, the shirts stayed in the basket.

Din looks over at you and shakes his head. He goes back to the basket, rifling through until he lands on one of his older shirts–a faded gray one, large enough to drape down to your knees. Perfect. He walks over to the bed in a relaxed manner, gets down on his knees to plant a kiss on your forehead without any metal blocking it before smothering you with the shirt. You gasp as he runs away, ripping the shirt off your head and pinning him with an outraged stare. Still, though, you undress and throw the shirt on.

“Stupid husband–in sickness and in health–all lies…” You mumble angrily as he watches on in amusement. “Protector–yeah, ok. Caring, etcetera… should be ashamed, treating me like this…” Eventually, the shirt makes its way onto your body, and you collapse back into bed. Din crawls under the covers as well, pulling you into his chest and covering your face with gentle kisses.

“Done trying to murder me?” You pout, still not giving in to him. He laughs before starting up with the kisses again. One to your forehead, one to each cheek, one to your nose, and finally to your slightly parted lips before repeating the pattern as needed.

“You love it,” He grins, going in for another kiss. You mumble something about mariticide before giving in to him, losing the tension in your back as you wrap your arms around him–

A series of small knocks comes from the closed door. You both gasp and leap away from each other, ready to kill whoever’s escaped your carbon-freezer. The door creaks open, and… no one appears.

You sigh heavily and look down. A small green creature waits for you there, this time two blankets trailing after him. He smiles once he meets your eyes, blinking twice at you.

“Maker,” you sigh as Din flops back onto the bed. You drag yourself to the child, taking him in your arms for what is hopefully the last time as you rock him back and forth in a steady rhythm. His bug-eyes slowly start to close, and soon he is fast asleep in your arms. You sneak back to his little room, laying him down as quickly as possible and shutting the door before nearly sprinting back to Din and, more importantly, your bed.

“Last time. Please, Maker, let that be the last time we see that child tonight.” You pray. Din chuckles, staring at you with those big brown eyes. You’re struck by the depth in them; no matter how many times this man takes off his helmet, bares his face to you without fear of judgment, you will never get used to the striking beauty in every single one of his features. You flop into bed, trying to communicate this with a kiss. Din responds eagerly, pulling you into him with strong and weathered hands that stroke your sides like you’re the last woman on earth.

And all of a sudden, a cry echoes from the child’s room. You almost scream, instead choosing to burrow into Din’s neck, refusing to let go until the cries get louder. Din braces himself for a very unhappy kid, getting up begrudgingly and leaving you with a squeeze.

“I’ll be right back, mesh’la. And then we can continue…” he leaves the promises floating in the room as he leaves you with a squeeze. You watch him go, frustrated beyond belief with the kiddo. Hopefully this not-sleeping stage ends soon.

When Din returns, you are fast asleep, spread out across the bed, blankets tangled under you. All he can do is chuckle and lay across you, falling asleep as soon as his head rests against you.

And that’s how you stay–until a certain child decides to test how loud his voice can go at three in the morning.

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x y/n #star wars x reader #requests #stay tuned #din grogu #grogu djarin #baby grogu

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rivendellwatch · 16 days ago

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🌞🍑✨☀️ SUMMER TRANSMISSION INCOMING ☀️✨🍑🌞

Hello again, my radiant cuddlebugs and mischief-makers of mirth, The fires of Cozy Cuddle Week may have cooled, but besties… summer is upon us, the calendar says May 24th, the sun is out, and I — call me Isil the Way I Dunk In Water — am absolutely wading into new territory!!!!💦🌊🌙

First of all: THANK YOU!!!! The feedback form for Cuddle Week? Adorable. Lovely. Thoughtful.

You’re all so sweet I could bottle your responses and sell them as emotional sunscreen!!!🧴💕 Seriously, I wanted to get a little feel for how y’all vibed with Cuddle Week — what worked, what you want more of — and you really delivered. I feel heard. And very cherished. Thank you for making this weird lil corner of fandom feel like a home!!!!💛

Now, let’s talk SPICE. Spice Week (oh yes, the rumors are true, the prophecy is real etc etc, cue the dramatic harp shredding) is in the works — but heed me now! The dates are firmly planted in the soil of destiny: June 16th to June 26th, and nothing spicy shall sprout before then on here/this page!!🫡🔥

Fluff week was the gentle kiss on the forehead… Spice Week is what happens when someone bites instead 😌🍑🫦 Get your metaphors ready, your hands tangled in someone's hair, and your titles unnecessarily poetic. I’m cooking something delicious.

BUT WAIT.

You know me. I cannot simply lie in the grass and behave.

I have propositions. Prophesies (is that even a word?????? Sounds like something Gollum would say. Forgive me I am but a French woman and l'Anglais escapes me sometimes). Possibly an unreasonable amount of event ideas.

🌞 “As Kind As Summer” Week – (July/August?)

A soft, sun-drenched, Elrond-core event (BECAUSE OUR BOY DESERVES IT). Think:

Breezy tunics and fruit juice on porches.

Reading in the shade with someone’s head in his lap.

Maybe even a beach episode. Yes, I said it. Beach. Canon divergent sun-soaked beach vacation. At this point I think he's entitled to many beach weeks.

Let Elrond rest. Let him tan. Let him wear sandals and be awkward about it. Let him eat some ice cream. Let him take a nap in the shade while someone pets his hair.🏖️🌸🧺

🎡 “The Autumn Fair” – (September/October?)

A cozy fairground/festival themed event with just a dash of chaotic whimsy. Ideas include:

Marketplace kisses.

Pumpkin carving competitions that go wrong.

Pie eating contests

CORN MAZE?????

“There’s only one bed” but it’s a hay bale or that tavern with weirdly joyful hobbits.

Fall foods, cider, freckles, and windblown hair.

Someone winning someone else a prize. Probably a very silly hat.

These would not overlap with Spice Week (I am but a simple overworked Lindir for now) — just floating the vibes to see what delights your hearts (and Pinterest boards). If anything sparks a fire (or a fond sigh), let me know! I love hearing from you — whether in DMs, tags, feedback forms, or cryptic memes delivered by carrier raven!!!🕊️💌

You all make this little world warmer. I mean it.

Until next time, Go eat fruit. Lie in the grass. Flirt with danger. Or an elf. Probably both!!!🌾🍇🌼💫

_ Bucky

#the rings of power #trop #rings of power #trop season 2 #the rings of power season 2 #lotr #trop event #lotr event #fandom event #the hobbit #silmarillon #elrond half elven #elrond #elrond peredhel #tolkien

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des2dream · 20 days ago

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IndieAnimationDay Highlights #2✨

Here we go once again! While IndieAnimationDay passed a bit ago, there's still room to highlight some more special projects done by very creative people! As we all know, animation is very expensive & it takes a very long time to complete. It's a format people tend to disregard, disrespect, &/or underestimate thinking it's easy to work with & the constant quote of "It's a cartoon! It's just for kids!" Now is the time to celebrate projects made by individuals who really give it their all to make something all their own. We have four installments this time! Let's go!

1. The Moon And Me🌚🌠🌟

First, we have The Moon And Me created by @elioli-art. A story about a girl named, Maureen who once was a lauded star maker now reduced to a star catcher ordered by the Moon Queen to continuously catch stars as punishment. She's challenged with black holes that are forming around her & now she must figure out what's going on. For those who don't know, The Moon & Me is actually a webtoon currently at 4 seasons with over 100 chapters. I absolutely love how stunning it is! Which makes sense since this story is heavily reliant on a visual narrative. It's currently being made into a short animated film based on the webtoon & I can't wait to see the end result based on all the snippets behind the scenes.

2. Wheels & Roses🌹🗡💕

If you enjoyed Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want To Be A Magical Girl, then here's another black Magical Girl project in the works called, Wheels & Roses created by Pearl Low (writer in Craig of the Creek & founder of Orange Blossom Studios LLC) in a typical magical yet modern world, a girl named Sahara is considered an outcast amongst her peers at Rose Academy. However, she's an excellent roller skater & dreams of becoming a Magical Roller Derby Champion. The only problem with that is....she can't use magic. That kinda explains the whole 'outcast' thing. Sahara doesn't let that stop her though because she creates the school's first roller derby team determined to take on the repeated champions of Sunflower High. There's currently a 22-minute pilot in the works. It's unapologetically soft, tough, & full of representation! What also makes this project so special is that it takes inspiration from Sailor Moon & sports anime. I'm all for Magical Girls & watching black/dark-skinned/melanin characters reach their goals!

3. Magical Mom💗💕💖

Here's something that'll really warm your heart! You've seen Magical Girls, but what about a....Magical Mom? Originally a CGI animated short film from Ringling College of Art & Design (by Prinn Thongcharoen, Allen Zhang, & Jennifer Yang), the story is about a mother attending her son's class for Career Day. She isn't any ordinary parent. She's the warrior of love, protector of purity, & a full-on Magical Girl now a Magical Mom! Her son is actually shocked by this because he didn't intend for her to show up. It was actually his teacher who invited her (personally) to come. While Magical Mom is happy to present her skills to the class, her son is quite frankly embarrassed & tries to get her to stop. It all comes to halt though when an unlikely foe shows up looking for a fight! Will the love of a mother & son be able to stop this threat?! I've rewatched this short so many times because it's so precious! I love it to pieces! I think you'll also be pleased to know that Magical Mom has been rebooted into a webtoon in the same name (created by Prinnstar, Chunney, & Ikkun) with a completed first season over 60 chapters. While there are some name changes, additional characters, new character designs, & twists on the story, there's still a lot to enjoy from the world of Magical Mom & her Magical Son!

4. Perigee🌕❤🌊

For our final installment, we have a love story! Here's another delightful animated short called, Perigee by @cyanwyrmy! This story takes place in the wonders of Outer Space where The Moon Man is sitting alone on the moon with the stars. He looks down on Earth in an area seemingly full of water where his eyes are set on the handsome Ocean Man & it's practically love at first sight! The two are determined to see each other, but their biggest challenge is getting through the literal space between them. Something I find so captivating about this project is that it's a silent film, but you didn't need words to convey what the characters wanted. The beautiful visuals did all the talking! I love the designs for The Moon Man & The Ocean Man because they definitely give off a sort of "opposites attract" thing. Yet, they look so good for each other! Bonus points for creating a cute M4M story because we love representation in this house! I highly suggest you give this one a watch.

Another IndieAnimation Day has come & gone, but there will always be new projects to discover as each day goes by. Animation is such a beautiful forms of creation & storytelling. Even if you're not an animator, you're still capable of making something. The pen is your magic wand!

#indie animation day #indie animation #themoonandme #wheels & roses #magical mom #perigee #perigee short film #creative inspiration

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 year ago

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It’s me again.

I’d like to request Howzer with Juice Newton Angel of the morning. Only if you’re feeling it. It’s not on your playlist but it’s one of my all time favorites songs. Or Kiss an angel good mornin’.

No pressure. I’m happy with whatever you write.

Please and thank you💕

Ohhhhh I had too much fun writing this lol.

Warnings: Not NSFW but more hot sauce than my weak self is used to lol. MDNI anyways. Very suggestive, Love bites, Fluff.

Angel Of The Morning (Howzer x Fem!Reader)

You'll never get tired of this. Waking up in your lover's arms, the sunlight streaming through the viewport of your apartment's bedroom. His hair is messy from your fingers tangling in it during last night's activities. Little strands of gray run through the dark locks, but he’s so damn pretty that you could care less. If anything it adds to your attraction.

The prettiest of all, his scars are highlighted by the glow of the early morning. His beautiful scars, a testament to his determination and ability.

You’ve fallen hard.

His hum, which comes out more like a groan, pulls you from your thoughts. You smile and press a feather light kiss to his face.

“Good morning my love.”

He smiles, tilting his head up to catch your lips.

“Mornin’ Mesh’la.” He rasps, voice hoarse from sleep. “Rest well?”

You smile softly. “Very. You?”

He lifts himself onto his forearms beside you. “Never better.”

His lips rest on your collarbone for a moment, and press a tender kiss to the lightly bruised flesh, where he’d previously marked you for his own.

You’d never been more enamored with a man quite like him before. Anything he did with you was solely in love.

Howzer moves so that his legs rest on either side of you, hands holding your shoulders as he continues his kisses from your neck to your chest, gently nipping the soft flesh. The kisses trail down your torso, where he rests his head for a while, looking up at you with such love thy you might pass away right here and now.

“My perfect Cyar’ika.” He hums with a lovesick grin, causing a deep blush to creep up your neck.

You dip your head and cup his cheek. “I’m not perfect, love. But thanks anyway.”

His brows furrow. "You're perfect to me. No one else can tell you otherwise, got it?"

Maker, this man is about to reduce you to a bawling mess. "Yes sir, captain." You laugh, and you don't miss the smirk that crawls over his features.

“How ‘bout we make sure of that, hm?”

#star wars #howzer x reader #captain howzer #tbb howzer #clone trooper howzer #bad batch howzer #captain howzer x reader #captain Howzer x fem!reader #Howzer x fem!reader #coffee’s 300 follower celebration #moots #trixie #the bad batch #Howzer x female reader #captain Howzer x female reader

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sayorithot · 26 days ago

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new pinned post lol

MINORS DNI. THIS IS A HORNY BLOG. YOU WILL GET BLOCKED.

please also dni if you have active untagged kink bashing on your blog! I understand the need to vent about things that give you the ick, but as long as it is RACK or fictional, I do not give a flying fuck about it and will block tags as needed. I just dont enjoy puritanical controlling nonsense, it makes me uncomfortable and not in a fun way. pls don't yuck my yum.

more rambly stuff about me, my kinks, and stuff like that below the cut! 💖

I'm Cherry! (you can also call me any variation of my url) I am a 24yo nonbinary transman who just started T! I love being girly and adore bimbocore and the like, and accept any pronouns (he/she/they/it/etc) in a kink context, but prefer he/they/ze in more casual conversation. I also accept a variety of pet names and looove praise 💖💖💖 (that's your invitation to call me a good boy/girl/toy)

please understand that if you have sexuality/gender specific DNIs, and you interact first, I will be understanding that as an "exception" for myself, as I identify as a man and a girl, and have almost zero preferences on gender. I also accept all identities, as long as they are not used to harm others. yes, even that weird one.

I also will assume that any kink specific dni interaction is an exception, as I know sometimes more controlled contexts, like only following specific content makers, can make something that's normally an ick into something enjoyable 💖

I'm not fantastic at tagging warnings, but I do try to make sure I at least tag posts that don't have any kind of blockable phrase. lmk if you get jumpscared by an untagged post, and I'll try to fix it. hell, even send me the post in dm if you can handle that, because it makes it easier for me to edit!

original posts have a "cherry.[extention]" format such as cherry.txt, cherry.tmi, cherry.irl, cherry.tmi, cherry.omo, to name a few. i usually make sure the main post is thoroughly tagged, and reblogs may be more sparsely tagged. they're pretty straightforward, but I'll explain a few anyway:

.txt indicates an original text post

.ask is my tag for answered asks

.tmi indicates I'm rambling about my irl bodily functions or life

.omo for specifically omorashi kink stuff

.vent for, well, venting

.srs for out of play posts like community warnings or genuine offers of discussion

bonus: "gl kink" is my gaslighting tag

on consent: if I don't wanna do something or just don't want to interact with you, I'm either gonna state my limit or just gonna ignore it lol. (however, I also sometimes ignore people on accident bc ADHD, so I might be slow at answering certain asks or messages.) I also prefer asks if I've been liveposting, for the benefit of everyone enjoying my content, and dms mainly for more one on one fun💕

I looove cnc/gaslighting/etc and absolutely invite people to put fantasies, thoughts, images, and so on in my inbox, notes, and dms~ violate me, darling 💖 push my limits and I might cum 😌

I enjoy being gaslit, talked down to, treated as porn, dehumanized, and otherwise degraded~ I'm also a masochist, so I enjoy thoughts of being hurt in a variety of ways. being filled, such as enema inflation, oviposition, omorashi, human toilet, impreg, and body invasion are HIGH on my list of enjoyable content. I also enjoy the idea of turning over the command of things like my bladder, my orgasms, and my mind-- most forms of control are generally exciting to me. while i have not been able to participate in intox play due to medications, I absolutely adore it. oh, and medkink is a big thing for me. the taboo and forbidden also fascinate me, especially denial of desire or corruption

basically, anything that is humiliating, degrading, or taboo is usually up my alley, so feel free to go ham in my inbox~

I do not enjoy coprophilia or anything that involves consumption of scat. that's like one of my few hard limits. I might occasionally post or interact with posts of adjacent topics like human toilet stuff, and will sometimes even accept piss drinking, but the insides of butts meeting my mouth specifically is a no. this is the exception to the "push my limits" invitation.

I sometimes interact with "bigotry kink" content, but only in the context of RACK play. if you genuinely believe misogyny is the correct viewpoint or that trans people need conversion therapy, get out. otherwise, misgendering kinks and fantasy misogyny are fun as hell to me, and I will tag it best I can. I also sometimes enjoy other "taboo" kinks like fauxcest, and will try to tag these thoroughly (if I can work up the courage to actually reblog them lol)

thank you for reading!! 💖💖💖 enjoy💕

#cherry.txt #cherry.intro #cherry.pin #YAYYY FINALLY UPDATED #ITS A MESS BUT ITS MORE ACCURATE LOL #my recent bday has me in a sense of renewal 💖#gif

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sizzlingcloudmentality · 4 months ago

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✨show your blorbos✨

make a post showcasing all of your blorbos and then tag some friends to do the same!!

thank you for the tag @holacia3 💕

Dave York | We all know it, he's my number 1 fictional guy and acts as an representative for basically all other ppu characters. He's a good husband, a girl dad, looks amazing in suits and in tac gear, knows how to use guns and knives... He's the jackpot.

David Loki - Prisoners | a representative for basically all Jake Gyllenhaal characters. But he's the one that blorbos me the longest time. He's miserable and broad and mysterious and I can fix him. Or at least pack him his lunch.

Joel Miller | this pixel man in particular. Just... ugh. How could you not love him?

Benny Miller | bestest boy. bestest manhandler. bestest making you giggle while doing the nasty. bestest puppy dog eyes maker.

Frank Castle | another dad figure with a traumatic past. i need him injected into my veins actually

Clayton Cote - beneath the harvest sky | basically another representative for all Aidan Gillen characters. Clayton is checking all the bad boy boxes for me, plus he has trust issues? Hello? I can fix him.

npt: @guiltyasdave @davidayer @toomanystoriessolittletime @baronessvonglitter @itwasntimethatdidit40

@slutforpetyr @charliehoennam @thundermartini @iamasaddie @punkshort

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icanseethefuture333 · 1 year ago

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I wanted to request an ideal type reading for Hozier 😁

Anon paid a request of $2.22 for an express reading! If you have sent an ask regarding a celebrity and would like to see a reading sooner, please send your payment here 💕

Hozier's ideal type

Qualities:

Hozier could be attracted to someone who has a different aura to them than he does for himself. He admires someone who has a sunny disposition and caring heart. Hozier also would like if they are a risk taker and like to take chances in life, instead of being someone who is more practical and structured. Someone who's "gone with the wind." The latin on the Wheel of Fortune card means "Everyone is the maker of his own fate." So someone who is takes charge of their life and takes accountability for their responsibilities vs relying on the universe to decide their destiny and blaming the universe for when things go wrong.

Personality:

Hozier really finds a person with a firey personality attractive, but not someone who is necessarily loud and boastful. Someone who is strong, confident, and speaks their mind without fear. I honestly believe he would enjoy dating someone with Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces placements. A person who is wise beyond their years is sexy in Hozier's eyes. He would also like if his partner was more affectionate with him. I also believe Hozier would admire someone who values tradition or appreciates their culture. He would also prefer a partner who shares their thoughts and feelings and not leave him out of the blue whenever things go wrong. Emotional intelligence and someone who is balanced in life could be important to him as well.

Physical traits:

He doesn't have a hair texture or clothing preference

Likes slicked back ponytails or buns (Sade's hairstyles for example)

Leg man for sure.

Long or toned legs have his heart (and dick)

Someone with an athletic figure or more curvy (he likes muscles but also a woman who is plus size for a lack of a better word)

Graceful movements, he could like to date someone who is a professionally trained dancer

Someone who is bird-like? Moves their arm in a intricate way

Could talk with their hands

"Crow's feet" Eye wrinkles are attractive to him

A person who only gets better with age (finds it beautiful he gets to get older and age with his partner, likes wrinkles)

Big smile

Has a smiley face or bright appearance whenever they're happy (channeled song: Gee by Girls Generation)

"Aha, listen boy

My first love story

My angel and my girls

My sunshine, uh uh let’s go!"

Tummy pouch? (The lower part of the belly where there's fat)

Someone who is mature but has a childlike spirit or sense of humor

Mischievous facial expressions

Celebrities/influencers who are similar to his ideal type: FKA Twigs, Deepika Padukone, Danai Gurira, Amy Adams, Kat Graham, Michelle Yeoh, Morena Baccarin, Vella Lovell, Jessica Chastain, Natacha Karam, & Valvsval

#hozier #celebrity readings #celebrity reading #tarot #tarot cards #tarot reading #tarot readings

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a-traveling-void-human · 9 months ago

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Prompt I stole from Reddit and implied tons of BKDK to!!

[Part 1: Izuku having a Quirk before OFA.]

If you came up with this Idea, please tell me so I can credit you. Sorry I have to steal- I just want to talk about these topics without seeing dudebros shitting because I include BK or BKDK

Also this post might be focusing too much on Izu so uh..

Izuku having a quirk is so.. weird and yet it's fucking interesting! Like, Ao3 does these too but I specifically only stealing from reddit because how I want a more friendly place to talk about these ideas and make it to BKDK somehow.

First prompt: Pinkie Pie! 💕🌸

This is actually not a quirk specifically but more like Izuku being pinkie pie and have this chaotic sense of energy that I think that can fit him well! Like Imagine, Baby Izuku who is told that he's quirkless and YET he still have abilities of Pinkies.

Example:

Objects appearing from his fluffy green hair (Notebooks, Pens, Cupcake (Huh?), Glitter- and more)

"Deku-sense" like Pinkie sense, but less twitchy and Izuku just, have this, weird six sense.

4th wall breaking, but less intrusive than Pinkie? Since this ability don't really make sense in MHA world

Fast. Zoomies. He is like a orange cat when being provoked.

When sad, his hair deflates- It's weird.. but this rarely happened.

(and many more)

Kids probably either bully him less or just thinks Izuku is weirder here in this world. But Low-key, I like to think that people kinda use him in this world because he throws the BEST birthday parties.

What's Kacchan like in this AU?

I like to think that Katsuki bother Izuku less in this AU. Like, sure. Deku doesn't have a quirk.. but, hOW DID HE GET A FUCKING CANON OUT OF NO WHERE?!?!? He will not admit it, but he probably thinks that Deku's so fucking cool.. and honestly? He won't admit it.. that every gift that Deku gift for his birthday is being kept and taken care of with love. Kacchan totally have a separate shelf to display all the gifts Izuku gave him over the years.

Deku is known to be attached to Kacchan and Kacchan just, let's him. No bark and such. He probably have a low-key crush on Izuku and he FUCKING HATES IT. (no he doesn't :3)

This might be mean or nonsensical but I think the main issue in this AU for Izuku is not, the bullies (Yes bullies will still exist in this AU, Kacchan won't really be as involved.) It's the teachers.. Many fics has Aldera being, kinda an assholic school and I kinda like that HC so I'm involving this shit in my stolen prompts.

Izuku will STILL be quirkless so.. Teachers don't really, like Izuku. He is an enigma and he stands out WITHOUT having a "good" quality, that are powerful quirks. (I have a bad experience with school, so I'm projecting a bit)

There are Mean students that takes Kacchan's place but like Canon, Izuku doesn't give a fuck about them and just be the best him he could to others.

Izuku's goals and personality

Izuku's personality in this AU doesn't really go far from Canon. He's still a baby- He is still a nerd, he loves All might and he still wants to be a hero. But the emphasis of Izuku wanting to be a hero that save people with a Smile will be more pushed in this AU. Like, Izuku wants to SEE others smile and he will make sure that everyone can genuinely be happy.

He is also slightly more confident in this AU. He doesn't keep himself hidden most of the time, but rather he stands out (neurodivergent much), and he will have this reputation of "A trouble maker.. but a very kind one"

Very cheerful and having a smile that beams. Others who bullies this boy must be blind because LOOK AT HIM.

LOOK AT HIM!!

HOW COME PEOPLE BE MEAN TO THIS BEAN?!?!

But YEAH! Nothing really change much, but he does sing and smile more and probably mutters more than usual.

Also, a small dialog I like to think that might happened in this AU:

Kacchan: Izuku, The "ku" part can also be read as DEKU. A fitting name for a nerd like you nerd!

Deku: Oh!! "Deku" as in like "Dekiru" right? Like "you can do it"? That's amazing Kacchan!!

Kacchan: N-NO!! DEKU AS IN FUCKING USELESS YOU USELESS NERD!!!

Deku: Oh, eh- *Ignores the useless part lmao-*

Kacchan: *Is seething but also blushing because anger!! of course it's anger!!! Not Deku being fucking adorable- nope!*

In this AU Izuku will be more forward with his intentions on befriending his Kacchan-

Also Imagine Izuku fighting and suddenly a fucking glitter canon appears our of nowhere and it is aim AT you. I will run if I were you.

What about OFA?

Technically, Izuku will still be quirkless so he can still get OFA. But he got OFA differently- It doesn't take him saving Kacchan from the sludge villain, but from him using "Deku-sense" to accidentally saving people and having All might finding out about this fact.

Deku in this world is more, accepting of his quirkless status and firmly believes he can be a Hero with what he has. So, All might, kinda observe this weird boy who just so happens to do his job before he could do it.. and he did it in a more, kinder way- Like he would literally just stop a robbery by giving him a cupcake while the villain cry, and Izuku listening to the villain's reason on robbing without judgements. All might as Toshinori will probably also interact with Izuku because Izuku saw Toshinori kind of sitting alone and sad looking so he gave him a cupcake or something. Then the OFA talks just, naturally comes up as Toshinori asked Izuku if he wants to be his successor.

Izuku also, will not keep this quirk a secret to his Kacchan. In this AU, Izuku is somehow will ROPE Kacchan into the OFA secret early. Why? Deku-sense said so. Kacchan stays because he doesn't want the idiot to die or something, and now Toshinori has two sons-/j

Second prompt: Blue diamond🔹💙

This one is a quirk, but with some bullshit, he still has a toe joint.. where the doctor just diagnosed him as quirkless. He's technically, in the case where there is quirk singularity but I'm not too sure about my knowledge in quirks to actually accurately say shit right now. So when we get to OFA, I'll just say that his quirk is not a quirk bit still a quirk but not really but-

Okay. So, Blue diamond! Her abilities is straight forward, but we'll only focused on the extra empath abilities she have for Izuku. And Tears. Lot's of TEARS.

For this quirk, Izuku isn't aware of his abilities but others does suspect something wrong with him.

When he cries in pain, others will flinch. When he cries in happiness, others will be in pure joy. when he cries in anger, others will be angry FOR him. and when he cries in sadness, others will FEEL his emotional anguish. Of course, no one really connect shit and just assume him crying bring guilt to their fault ass. This is actually the drive that Kacchan needs to be better (We'll talk about that later.)

This ability for Izuku's actually make him a prime person to be easily trusted somehow. Like, other's will trust him no questions ask because when he eventually cries near others, others will know his feelings are genuine.

Tl;dr Izuku brings the best in others by crying✨

What's Kacchan like in this AU?

Being the main tormentor for Izuku's life does brings some perks in a fucked up way. Because the more Izuku cries (even just a little) at Kacchan's mean words, the more Kacchan ask himself if these actions worth anything. He might not like to admit it but when Izuku cries in sadness, he ALWAYS get fucking guilty and starting to question his whole believes earlier. He second guess his ways of being the number one and maybe he changes earlier than canon. Does that make sense?

Kacchan also discover that he.. likes it when Deku cry because he's happy, more than him being sad so he just, do little things to try and apologize early for being a dick. He is rewarded by the feeling of giddiness in his gay ass stomach.

I know that this sounds like Deku is making everyone feel unnecessary shit due to his ability but the ability doesn't actually MAKE people feel unwanted emotions, like how Blue diamond use her powers. Izuku (unconsciously) uses this ability in a such sincere way that the goodness in people's heart actually floats to the surface. I'm not sure if that make sense.. Like, His power brings up the good in people faster because he's always sincere, but not everyone is effected by it.

Izuku is like Steven universe in a sense. He beats evil by his sincerity and kindness. So, technically his power should be named "advanced empathy"??? I'm questioning myself don't worry.. I think a better way of describing this ability is that Izuku breaks other's false mask and touch the hearts of those around him. Does that make sense?

Nothing change much in Izuku's middle school life, but Kacchan's actions torwards Izuku slowly felt like it's forced rather than Kacchan believing that his way of doing things is the way to do it. Like Kacchan clearly wants to change, he's just too prideful still and is confused on HOW to actually change. Still say the infamous line and regrets it more in this AU. This also extend to others that do wrong to Izuku and eventually they stopped bothering Izuku due to the guilty conscious they had. (Other than Kacchan, everyone is a coward to apologized to Izuku during his time in Aldera. Yes I'm probably implying that Kacchan apologized to Izuku during his Aldera years.)

Izuku's goals and personality

Still the same as Canon. Still a nerd, still baby certified and still Izuku. The ones that's effected by the whole ass AU are others AROUND Izuku.

Every time Canon Izuku cries, others WILL be effected in some way. So basically in this AU, Izuku fanon interpretation of "sunshine child" is very much pushed.

Where Pink Izuku is confident and helps other by physically being there, Blue Izuku kinda does this but unintentionally. Pink Izuku will put himself in trouble like canon and being oblivious about the rules he broke (and somehow not get in trouble in the process.) Blue Izuku help others emotionally. I like to see Izuku in this AU actively finding people who is shunned by society by accident and helping them just by being himself. Like maybe he found a random kid crying and Izuku is there to help by listening to their problems.

The more I think about it, Izuku is just steven with blue powers instead of pink... agh fuck it.

This ability will honestly be hilarious when being put in a battle scenario. Just imagine villains starting to have emotional crisis while fighting this green kid and start to be sloppy because of it.

The hilarious part of this AU comes in the form of Villains questioning themselves mid battle and sometimes even goes so far as surrendering themselves because of it. (No, Muscular and Chisaki wasn't one of these Villains.)

What about OFA?

Like I said earlier, this ability may be a quirk but not that strong to the point of OFA getting to a point of drain Izuku's life force when possessing it. (Now that I think about it, I could just not say that this ability is a quirk.. but it won't make sense to my brain.)

Things happened exactly how things happened in canon but one thing does change. All might actually acknowledging what he did at the fucking rooftop and feel the regret right after he crush Izuku's dreams. Because of Izuku's half ass quirk, I like to think that the other factors of OFA got unlocked earlier in the arcs but I'm not sure how exactly..

The way that Kacchan founds out about OFA is the same way as canon but instead of distrusting what Izuku said at the beginning, he believes him instantly. The two journey in this story is more like Kacchan fumbles on being a good friend to Izuku while Izuku is just happy to have Kacchan as his friend again!! DvK 1 and 2 still happens but in a different format. It leans more on Kacchan's feelings than Izuku's quirk issue tbh-

That's the prompts I have living rent free so far- Please tell me if you have a prompt of your own or even better TALK TO ME WITH IT!!! I want to brain rot with anyone who's willing to also brain rot with me. Aight imma try to do my assignment now-

As a separate question, what are your thoughts of bkdk contents on other platforms? I mainly search for bkdk content on Twitter and Tumblr. Reddit is the worst when it comes to bk or bkdk in general.. ugh. Pinterest and Discord is a different thing in general, Instagram algorithm somehow only shows me kr/bk or td/dk where I SPECIFICALLY search and block for bkdk shit. Youtube is alright.

#rose ideas #prompts from reddit #Reddit is not a friendly place for BKDK #Unfortunately really #cause some of the ideas there are perfect for bkdk #But I digress #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #my baby boy #bkdk #this thing stems from that one subreddit that loves to shit on bakugou #I want a safe space to talk about Bakugou #or Izuku #or bkdk #without people immediately down vote/dislike my thoughts #I think on tumblr it's easier to ignore the negative things that'll come to my lawn eventually..#pink izuku #blue izuku

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