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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Yandere Demon x GN! Reader

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Warning for swearing

Needless to say, your new roommate was a pain in the neck. Less of a roommate and more of a demon waiting for the moment it can calm your soul, to be precise – but wasn’t much of a difference. A friend of yours had an interest in the dark arts. A bit too much of an interest; seeing as they showed up on your doorstep one day with a dusty, old book and babbling about how it could summon creatures of the damned and unknown. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the courage to try any of the spells on their on; which is why they called upon you to try it out.

You were skeptical, as most people would be, but the second your drop of blood hit your bedroom floor your expectations were shattered. The surface spilt in two as if the droplet were the hand of Moses; cries of the wicked fleeing the chasm like sirens although far from harmonious. An ebony skeleton reached through, gripping at your rub; flesh and muscle forming over its bones as it crawled outward. It had two sets of jaws; one where a mouth would normally be and the other diagonal down its face between where it’s eyes would be down to where its normal one was. Four, eyeless sockets fall on you; dual irises that filled each space studying your small frame.

The creature would stand to full height; inches from scraping your ceiling. Horns hindered its moving space further; two twisting masses that arched backwards against its skull. Swirls and other patterns covered its pinkish skin. Transform near complete; it lets out a loud screech – the flesh of its face creeping over its blackened tongue and sharp teeth. It brings two talons to its chin, cracking its neck to an ninety degree angle before it falls back in place. Despite its lack of lips, its chest exhales; finally finding words to speak.

“Ah… It’s been so long since I’ve been to the mortal realm..” It chuckles darkly as it turns to you. You had been sitting in the corner the whole time, trying not to fall into the now closed hole in your floor.

“And who might you be?....”

You remain silent.

“At a lost for words? I don’t blame you. Most people tend to doubt my existence, even when they summon me. Let’s not delay this encounter longer than we have to.”

It leans forward, offering a hand as its cheeks stretched in what you imagine to be a smile.

“Worry not, human. I shall lay you no harm, until the day of your demise. Upon death, your soul will be mine, but until then my power is yours. What is your first order, master?”

You stare at his hand. “…. Leave.”

“As you wi- wait, excuse me?”

“Can you just – leave? Like you said I didn’t expect this to work and I’m not even the one who wanted to see if you were real in the first place.”

“You’re telling me, you used an ancient book of knowledge to summon me.”

“Yes…”

“And that you don’t want me here.”

“Yes.”

“And the thought of unlimited wealth or power is meaningless to you?”

“Yes?.... Can you go now?”

No.”

Two weeks had passed since them. The demon tried everything to get you to use his power in any way from offering things mankind should never witness, to hiding your household items in hopes you’d ask for his assistance. He couldn’t deny that you were interesting, but your dismissal was like a slap in the face to him. He’d swore to make you acknowledge him eventually and in a way that day did come.

You had just come home from work; tired to all heck and aching for rest. Before you could get some much needed sleep, you had to fill your stomach first. You hadn’t gone grocery shopping and it was too late to order, so you’d just have to scrounge up whatever you could find. As you walked into the kitchen, you smelt something pleasant – like a mirage your overworked brain had conjured. One that blended with reality the further you entered the room.

Resting on the table was a plate of your favorite food; heat radiating as if it had just came out fresh. You eye it cautiously; known that demon was up to something- but you were too hungry to care. You take your seat and pick up the utensil; taking a bite. As if you had just opened the portal to hell once more, the demon appeared at the other end of your table.

“I see you’ve eaten the meal I made for you. If you just used my power, you could have a personal chef making finer meals for you every-"

“It’s good.”

“..Pardon?”

“You said you made this right? Like, no demon magic involved?”

“Well, of course. I’ve been a servant for mortals in the past and had to learn how to care for your kind – such as the ways of culinary arts.”

“It’s not bad, good job. Make sure you clean up before you leave though.”

The demon is at a lost for words. At this point he was loosing hope in gaining your attention, and he finally had it though briefly. Goosebumps raised his tuff skin. Why did it feel so different getting praise from you, and over something so small at that? He watches you eat your meal till you had your fill; one pair of eyes pointed at the silver passing your lips. He picks it up once you leave for bed, picking at the remains of your food. He takes a bite himself. It was good, as you stated. He knew it would be, but the utensil stayed at the roof of his mouth longer than needed not for the flavor.

After that day, he began doing more household chores for your favor. Cleaning, waking you up on time for work – even mending tears in your old clothes. The rules of the contract between you two required a verbal order from you for it to be pact, but he did all without asking no longer just to fulfill his role. The slouch in his back would straight for a while whenever you begrudgingly ate the food he made or took a clean shirt from his hands; standing tall with pride. He began following you when you left home too, claiming due to the contract he couldn’t be far. Fortunately, he was able to make himself invisible to others, but a seven foot tall demon in the corner of the room wasn’t the most pleasant thing to great customers in front of.

He made his affections known for you at the stroke of midnight one cool summer night; whispering words of loyalty to you while he thought you were asleep.

All of this led to where you where today; sitting on your couch across from your bewildered friend as your oversized hound peeled fruit behind you with his talons. They watch in fearful awe as he hummed away, breaking the fruit off into pieces for you to eat. His large hands reach over the back of the couch to offer it to you; palm big enough to crush your head like a grape if he so pleased.

“Open wide, Y/n~ Every human likes apples and they’re good for you.”

“..I’m good.”

He lets out a creaky whine. “But I’m not making dinner for another two hours and I want to make sure you’ll be fine until then.”

You look over at your friend. “You seen what I’ve had to deal with for the past three months?”

The demon takes your lack of a response as an ultimate refusal. Disheartened, he opens his mouth; the skin covering his teeth tearing open as his jaw unhinged. Two lines of flesh remained intact on either side of his lips, giving him the appearance of having three mouths. He shovels the entire fruit down his throat without evening chewing; remaining complete eye contact with your friend the entire time. He pulls the core from his mouth with a grin.

“I- uh…I.” They stammered; too afraid of the glare they were beneath to speak – going pale as the demon runs his tongue over his jagged teeth. Of course they didn’t think believe you when you called them over to deal with the demon you summoned, but now that they were here they were seconds away from shitting bricks. The air had been hostile from the second they stepped foot in your home. Your demon guard didn’t take too kindly to guests. Though they’d never mention it publicly, they were sure he even growled at them while you were in the bathroom.

“Anyway.. I need your help to get rid of it.”

They freeze, eyes carefully shifting up to the demon. How could you be so bold right in front of him? He flinched. His eyes narrowed; hatred burning yet none of it directed towards you. His expression softens in an instance; followed by another displeased noise as he speaks.

“Baron. My name is Baron, Y/n. And stop talking about getting rid of me. I haven’t tried to take your soul in weeks.”

More of a recent feat, he had started going by the name Baron. He tried to get you to get him to give him one, but you refused. Good thing too, since it would only make your bond stronger.

“I’ll call you whatever I want.”

He perks up. “Does that mean you’ll give me a name?”

“…Moving on. Do you think you can help?”

“What happened to the book?”

“Got burnt up when I summoned him.” You point at the charred booklet on the table, wilted pages barely held together by its leather. There even seemed to be a few claw marks in it. Baron looks away.

“I.. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank God..” You relax as if a boulder had been lifted off your shoulders. The conversation doesn’t last much longer after that. You lead them to the door, Baron standing post behind the couch. You pull them into a hug, to their surprise.

“Thanks again. It’ll be nice to spend some time with you again.”

They slowly wrap their arms around you, blush tinting their face. “Yeah…”

What could have been a calm moment between friends becomes a horror filled nightmare for one as they look over your shoulder. Drilling rage in the form of a medusa like stare; freezing them into place. If looks could kill, your friend would be dead for several lifetimes. Baron lifts the core of the apple, crushing it to pulp in his hand. He licks its juices off his hand before pulling his digits into a shushing motion. They suddenly gain use of their legs again and run off.

You return to the couch, plopping down on it with a sigh. Baron continues to stare at the door, dark aura surrounding him. He suddenly snaps his head back to you, bubbly as can be.

“Hey, Y/n? Can we watch more of that show you were watching last night? I made sure to pause it after you fell asleep!”

The entire ride home your friend felt like something was watching them. In a state of paranoia, they had to make sure the front door was locked four times. In the confines of their room, they allow themself to relax slightly. They crawl under the blankets, cocooning within them in a need for safety. After a while, the comfort melts away. They couldn’t get over the feeling that something was watching, and – they were right.

In the corner of their room, Baron stood in silence, eyes glowing in the dark. Their ceiling was lower than yours; giving him an even taller silhouette and making the room feel small. They couldn’t even bring themself to scream; a frightened whimper escaping their throat.

“W...what are you doing here?”

“Do you take me for a cuck?”

“Wha…?”

“I said….” He steps forward, the diagonal mouth on his face visible and baring teeth with a growl. His voice stays low, teetering on aggressive. “Do you think I’m a fucking cuck?”

“N-no… I don’t.”

“Then why the fuck are you trying to steal my mate?!” He slams his hands on the bed frame with an emphasis on the word “fuck", drawing another yelp from your friend.

“I don’t like them like that! I…. I thought you couldn’t be away from them!”

“That was just a lie I told them so we wouldn’t be apart. They’re mine.”

“Ok.. ok. Please just… don’t hurt me.”

Baron chuckles. “You’re pathetic. If you had been my master I would have rung your neck on the first day.”

In an act of rebellion, your friend speaks up. “Why do you even want them so badly in the first place.”

“With age comes different needs. They’re that need I’ve awaited to quench for thousands of years. Stay away from Y/n or I swear I’ll drag you to hell by your tongue.”

Baron slips back into the darkness, leaving them shaking in fear for their life.

“Huh… Not answering again.”

You set your phone on the table, ending the call before voice-mail message could play; knowing it was already full. You were on the couch once more; trapped to the cushions by Baron. His head rested on your lap, horns against you chest and legs dangling off the side; trying not to pull all his weight on you. You reluctantly let him stay there due to said weight. You had been trying to call your friend for the past few days with no luck, even showing up to their vacant home when you began to worry.

Baron opens both left eyes. “Maybe they’re on vacation. Or got eaten by a bear. Who knows, who cares.”

“Did you have something to do with this?”

He gasps. “Y/n, I am offended…. But if you order me to answer, then I’ll have no choice but to.”

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chainsawmascara · 4 months

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Figuring out where every companion fits in my Suddenly A Thing art school au doodle world is. Going to be interesting.

God's favorite princess who started it all is in general fine arts. She loves charcoal, painting feels like a necessary evil but it's secretly what she's always wanted to do.

Lae'zel is clearly in metalworking/sculpture.

Astarion is in textiles, specifically embroidering and fashion design/history. He has an entire brand built in his head. He works at an upscale fashion store part time. He judges EVERYONE.

Wyll???? Wyll's studying art history and debating going into curation. He's a trust fund kid and his father is deeply disappointed THIS is what he's doing with his college fund. He spends free time in the dark room. Darkroom photography has no place in the world these days, but he loves the classics and waxes poetic about 35mm film and its versatility - he does some oil painting over certain photos for flourish. It's phenomenal. He doesn't think it's that great. Everyone disagrees.

Gale is. Gale is the english major from the sister university who decided a double major is a good idea (it isn't, he is suffering) and hurled himself into abstract/surrealism. (It works very well in his favor when tara steps in his paint and walks on the canvas. He had a three hour anxiety attack and decided he did it on PURPOSE.

(Part of me wants to slam him into dark room photography and i will not elaborate. Maybe he sneaks in to hang out with wyll. He cannot be good at everything but he NEEDS TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING. He's a recurring subject of wyll's work.)

Where the FUCK do i put karlach. She's on a roller derby team outside of school. But what does she DO. She's in there somewhere but WHAT DEPARTMENT.

Dammon shares classes with Lae'zel bc that's The Most Obvious Thing. He's a natural.

Isobel? Pottery. Aylin doesn't go here. She's just The Girlfriend also on the roller derby team and hangs around.

Rolan is obviously into impressionism. He's the manet of the school, trying every artist's style in a desperate attempt to find his own despite cal and lia both knowing he HAS his own style and it's GORGEOUS but he just can't see it himself.

Alfira is also in the textile department. Astarion hates everything she makes. She plays music at local clubs on the weekends. Lakrissa is her bartender girlfriend who studies sequential art.

I need to keep this going, I'm on to something here.

But where the FUCK do i put KARLACH.

Edit: 9 fingers is the drug dealer. I went to art school, i promise you there are so many gatherings based solely around that, she'd be there constantly. Jaheira and Halsin are figure study models. Jaheira probably has her hand somewhere else in the school, she'd definitely have something to do with installation pieces, I'll get there let me cook on that one. Minsc is. Fuck. I need to figure that out. We're GOING SOMEWHERE HERE, WE'RE MAKING THIS HAPPEN.

Someone is in the jewelry department it's someone it's SOMEONE maybe lae'zel dips into it bc metal casting NO IT'S MINTHARA. MINTHARA. YES. I WILL JUSTIFY THIS WHEN IT'S NOT 2AM BUT TRUST ME IT'S MINTHARA. Intricate wire wrapping with gem stones she gets from 9 fingers, she has 5000 tools for it and no one realizes how violent whitesmithing tools are but I've BEEN THERE TRUST ME and the wire wrapping gives big spiderweb vibes, it's perfect, i love it, yes, she's in cahoots with astarion on a future design house and the bickering is CONSTANT.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #lae'zel #karlach #astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #SOMEONE HELP ME #alfira #bg3 rolan #dammon #isobel thorm #dame aylin #chainsawmascarart

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citruslullabies · 2 months

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DAMN ur writing is amazing man, keep it up, ur doing great !!<3

also hope u dont mind me asking but do u think u can do a dogday x reader where he's in love with her, but she has to refuse him everytime since Poppy playtime co. wont let relationships happen between coworkers. ps. this happends before any of the disasters happends (dogday is still a human worker,,,ig Rich, since that is a really big theory rn) also its angst, HEAVY angst. they dont deserve happyness (its half of my oc lore,,i need to make her feel pain) ((ALSO as a payback for this, if u'd like, i can do a fanart for u ! ^_^))

No YOU'RE amazing!<333

Trigger warnings: none

Requested by: clownsgirlghost

Romantic/platonic?: romantic-ish?

Category: angst

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 496

Professionalism

The building was buzzing with children's laughter and the chattering of critters and employees alike, the colorful place being a place of happiness with an underlying tone of secrets far too dark for the public.

“Rich, for the last time, no.” you said with a sigh, not even looking at him as you continued with your work. The canine mascot frowned snd groaned, holding a bundle of flowers in hand that he heard from co-workers were your favorite. He leaned in a bit but kept his distance respectfully. “Please? I promise, we can go out to dinner and I'll pay, everything. You can even choose the restaurant!”

You sighed as you paused your work momentarily, just long enough to look back at the Dogday mascot. You shook your head with a frown growing ever deeper as this interaction continued. “You know the rules.” You stated, which was a sad and harsh reality of it all. They had to stay strictly professional. It's not that you didn't like Rich, it's just that you'd like to keep your job.

The man was upset, but respected your wishes and went back to work. He asked at least twice a week and the answer was always the same, he just wished that you'd give him a chance. He's willing to go to the end of the earth and back just to go out to dinner with you but he respects your wishes of not doing so. As the days went on, there seemed to be an overgrowing tension in Playco.

You started to avoid Rich, not wanting to hurt his feelings any further as you kept yours chained down like some feral dog with rabies. You kept to your work and made it clear what your boundaries were, one day he went back up to you with no flowers or anything in hand. Just himself.

“Hey.. I was thinking-” before he could even finish, you responded with annoyance at his persistence despite you making a clear boundary with him. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you took a deep breath.

“Rich. You're a cool dude, but get it through your thick skull that I am not going out with you. I'd rather keep my job then get a write up or worse, fired because I decided to go out on a date with you.” You said, keeping your composure as well as you could. You shut your eyes as your stomach felt tight and heavy with bubbling feelings of too many things at once. “Just leave me alone and do your work, so that I can do mine.” You stated bluntly before turning away from him and continuing your work.

Poor Rich walked away, hurt. All he wanted was to ask you if you'd like to go out to lunch with him as friends. He just wanted to stay as friends if he couldn't be with you romantically.

Shame that he won't get that chance again after tomorrow.

Thank you for requesting! And art would be AMAZING!

#smiling critters #dogday x y/n #dogday #dogday x reader #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime

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lulu-tutu · 1 year

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Rise tmnt request; platonic hc of mom figure female reader who's taking care of her teenage turtle kids; how she's enjoying cooking with mikey and attend his dr. Feelings sessions, how she sew for raph many dolls and teddy bears with different colors (she hate ghost bear for hurting her baby), how she used to put donnie and leo in get together shirts whenever they start chaos.

But her favorite activity; gathering embarrassing pictures, videos of the turtles's childhood and show it to everyone, like if she ever were kidnapped by big mama they would spend a lovely time talking about the turtles when they were kids (the mad dogs try to save their mom faster before their secrets get exposed😂)

Mother Dearest ⭐️ Rise!Turtles HCs

A/N: *throws unlimited affection at you* How in the world did you manage to give me so many heart clenching, tooth aching, fluff filled requests?? Please take my hand in platonic marriage, we do not deserve you. I almost enjoy these parental requests as much as I enjoy angst. Almost.

Pairing(s): Mother Figure!Reader & Turtles

Warning(s): FLUFF, may make you cry from wholesomeness

Proof read :)

The boys are, well, your boys. You don't make the rules. The turtles are your babies.

Do you spoil them? Yes. Will you ever stop spoiling them? Of course not.

You do everything in your power to keep your kids happy, no matter the cost, even if it's the tiniest of things that make their faces light up like fireworks.

Mikey, oh sweet baby angel, you could never say no to him, why would you even consider that in the first place?

You and him make the most mouth watering dishes the universe has ever seen, and you always give the credit to Mikey despite how he tries to wave it off and reflect it back towards you.

When the two of you are in the kitchen, it's like watching art come to life. When one of the other boys enter the room, they sometimes have to stop and gaze in amazement at the two of you, hypnotised by the way you both work so effortlessly around each other.

You always try and give Mikey little tips to push his dishes towards perfection, and he always does the same to you when you find yourself making something you haven't even heard of before.

You and Mikey are the dream team when it comes to the kitchen, no one could even compare.

Watching his face turn darker from your praises as you all dig into his meals, it just makes you so giddy to see him so happy.

When it comes around to it, you definitely attend his Dr Feelings sessions! You're there to listen and take in whatever your youngest son has to offer, your face serious the whole time he reads through his clipboard or points towards the projectors screen.

Raph was also one of the most spoilt of the four, though you tried to make sure to evenly give the others gifts.

After many nights of learning how to sew and stitch (while getting many pricks and pokes at the same time) you had learnt how to craft the most adorable plushies, dolls and teddy bears Raph had ever seen.

Or maybe it was the thought behind them that made him love them more than any other plushies he had. He would just guess it was both.

The first time you had rushed into the lair with a plastic bag swinging at your side, Raph had thrown you so many worried questions. "What happened? What's in the bag? Did Donnie make you steal from the museum again-?"

Like I said, you'd do anything to make your boys happy.

When you tore open the bag to show him your hard work, he gasped so loudly, tiny stars in his eyes.

He couldn't pick a favourite! Of course the red bear was one of them, with it having a red bandana around its neck and tiny roses dotted around its body, the blue one was also adorable-oh, the yellow one too- a pink one?

The more he looked around in the bag, the more colours he saw.

And then he caught a glance at your bandaid covered hands, which instantly activated his own 'mother bear' instincts. heh.

"You didn't have to make me anything, you hurt yourself doin' it!" "Raph, sweetie, I'm fine! The look on your face was enough to heal any injury."

He melts, which makes you melt.

You helped him organise his room, placing the plushies on his bed, making sure each one got enough love and care. You didn't want any of them feeling left out!

And oh, don't even get started on Ghost Bear. You hear one mention of him and you're shaking your head, biting your tongue from cursing him out for even thinking of hurting your baby boy.

"That guy has no right being idolised by the great Raphael! If I ever get my hands on that no good-"

Mikey has to drag you away after that, hand covering your mouth to prevent some not very nice words from slipping out.

You knew how much Donnie needed to hear any sort of praises from a parental figure, and you were there to give it and more. He was desperate, and you didn't blame him.

You spend a lot of your free time in his lab, even when he has his music blaring loudly. You got use to it after so long.

He doesn't say it, but he really enjoys your presence. You two don't have to speak, all he needs to know is that you're there for him while he tinkers away.

He shows you something new and most likely dangerous?

"Holy cow, that's amazing! You're amazing! How did you even make that?"

Cue him flapping his hands around wildly before diving into a deep explanation about it that you don't understand at all, but you nod along and smile as he talks away.

You also offer to help collect materials with him! Bonding! He never turns you down, even when he's in a bad mood thanks to Leo's pestering.

You let him get his frustration out to you, happy to listen to him rant and just be that shoulder for him. If he wants you to give him advice or feedback, you will. But most of the time you let him just get everything out in the air.

Talking about Leo, hoo boy.

Chaos. Always chaos.

There's rarely a time to relax around that boy, he is such a handful.

"Leo, leave Donnie alone before he pulls out a flamethrower or something."

"Leo! How can you make the most fanciest looking sandwiches I've ever seen, but manage to burn toast? And why is the toaster on fire?!"

"Did you take Raph's shark bear? I'm going to count to three and it better be back on his bed before I stop counting. One- Good. That's what I thought. I'll make you one too, just ask next time."

When you do get the rare moments of peace, it's blissful and strange at the same time.

Sitting down reading together, whether it's him reading a comic and you a novel. Playing video games with him teaching you some neat and secret tricks, or him even showing you around the Hidden City.

You meeting Hueso was the worst thing to ever happen to Leo. Now he has to deal with the teasing of not only one parental figure, but two? At the same time? He has many regrets. At least you two end up getting along well.

When Leo and Donnie decide to have their daily argument? Into the Get Together shirt they go!

"Wha- No! I demand that I be set free! Being close to this moron is a fate worse than death!"

GASP! "How could you say that, dear brother? I was about to say the same thing!"

"You two continue like this and you'll stay together for a lot longer." "Yes, mom."

"Yes, mother."

When it eventually gets out to the world that you're very dear to the turtles, you weren't surprised that an enemy of theirs would decide to use you as bait.

Thankfully, Big Mama was pleasantly fun to be around. When you told her about your boys, she instantly released you from her webs and beckoned you to come closer.

When the boys come bursting through the doors, they instantly crumble to the floor in horror. They were too late.

"Oh, hey sweeties!" You wave towards their tearful faces, your phone out and facing you and Big Mama, a picture of the four when they were younger and taking a bath was currently on display. It was only one of the many you had shown the spider Yokai who giggles at the cuteness.

"We're too late! We've failed!" Mikey sobs on the floor, clutching his face out of pure embarrassment.

"Please tell me you didn't show her-"

You cut off Donnie with a large grin, "The video of you guys pretending to be mermaids? I did."

"NO!"

This was not the first time those pictures and videos have been shown to someone, and it will not be the last. You make it your last mission to show off your boys to anyone and everyone.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt Mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt platonic x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt x y/n #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt Leo x reader

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skylarkking · 2 months

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I've been whacked with the valveplug stick again and I have headcannons for some of the Lost Light crew.

🔞 under cut

I'm gonna start off by simply listing the characters I know currently (I've read up to the issue where overlord first appears but have read other snippets scattered on the internet) and the list will begin with my favorites:

Rung

Definetly into BDSM

Uses interface as therapy

Despite being a fucking tiny adorable nerdy twink he knows how to work big bots

His glasses sometimes fall off during sessions and when they do he's often too blissed out or focused on the other bot to care

He is a moaner and makes all sorts of sounds that bots are obsessed with

He has tried everything and anything

He attended one of Ratchet's orgies during Ratchet's college years as a Party Ambulance

He and Froid DEFINETLY had angry interface before and you can't tell me otherwise

Rodiumus

Legit a horndog

This mf gets so worked up that throughout the day he has to step aside and take care of himself

He's a bottom who tries to play top and FAILS miserably

Drift and him are fuck buddies (you can't tell me otherwise)

He's capable of gentle and intimate interface with someone he loves, but due to his inexperience and somewhat childish attitude (not his fault I mean he's essentially a guy in his 20s) he prefers quickies over that

After interface he sometimes forgets about aftercare

Drift

Way hornier than he lets on

Loves to have his neck bitten

When he is in heat he is either gonna top every bot in his reach and make them beg through tears or he's gonna beg Ratchet with tears in his optics. I'm sorry I don't make the rules here

I think when he was a Decepticon he was Hella into knifeplay

And I mean HELLA into it

Like this bitch would pop a boner if someone licked a sword or some shit

He bottoms for Rodimus mostly but in a sort of bossy bottom sort of thing

Ultra Magnus/Minimus

This guy.... this guy may act like he's only into vanilla shit, but I fucking GUARENTEE he's a freak

He's fragged Swerve before (size kink when he's in the Magnus armor)

When he's in the Magnus armor sometimes the connections for his own spike and the armor's get wired wrong and he has to "adjust himself" (like human amabs have to do with their dicks)

Out of the Magnus armor he secretly feels extremely vulnerable and anxious when it comes to interface because of how tiny our little dill pickle is

Side note: give him a fucking HUG DAMMIT! HE NEEDS IT!

Swerve

If any of the bots would fuck a human, it would be this bastard

He'd also have human kinks (like mommy/daddy kink [thanks @archie-sunshine for rotting my brain with that idea])

Despite being a motormouth I think he can easily be silenced by a pair of thick thighs around his head

Side note: I think minibots have WAY HIGHER stamina verses their larger counter parts, so swerve will be going at it for a loooooong time

Secretly has a stash of human porn in his bar

Magnus has found said porn once and for a week Swerve was on edge in keeping his secret

Skids

Since he can learn anything really quickly I think this bastard can master the art of seduction

Like he could simply give a bot those bedroom eyes and BAM! He's fucking

He's a massive cuddler after interface

Has fragged Nautica at LEAST 15 times

When he overloads his headlights sometimes flick on by accident

Ratchet

Oh you cannot TELL ME this guy hasn't had a kinky past

Party Ambulance is fucking cannon and no one can tell me otherwise idc if it's only a fan thing ITS CANNON AND ILL FIGHT GOD ABOUT IT

Not as horny as he use to be but when Drift or Rodimus get their heat cycles you better fucking BELIEVE he's on the case

A true master of aftercare

Really into bondage

These are only a few lmao I have SO MANY MORE

#transformers #headcannons #mtmte #valveplug #hi mom

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geekgirlspoetryproject · 7 months

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How my love for Warrior Nun ended up getting me a published novel

So like many of us, i am a huge fan of Warrior Nun. Like a somewhat smaller number of us, I am a big Doctor Superion shipper. Can't be helped. Mature ladies getting it together is my jam. I have written fic about them and of course a lot of Avatrice and Lilshotgun.

Anyway, I saw this picture of Thekla Reuten and

I thought "oooo, detective!"

Not long after, I encountered this photo of Sylvia Defanti:

And I thought, "ooo, detective wife! Wait no! DETECTIVE EX-WIFE!"

And then I thought, what if ART Detectives?? Picture them chasing an art thief around Europe while bickering and lowkey sniping at each other and falling back in love despite themselves and their whole opposites-attract yin/yang thing?

Plus, you know, Europe:

The more I thought about the idea, though, the more I realized I needed to change the characters too much for it to work as a fic. So because I was writing a lot of screenplays at the time, I wrote it as a screenplay. Let me tell you about these women...

Fleur van Beekhof

So yeah, you can see the shades of Jillian, obviously: cool, pragmatic, strategic and unflappable on the outside. Inside, a total disaster: heartbroken, career stagnating, struggling with a gambling addiction and still not over her ex-wife,

Renata Cellini

Renata quit the bureau after their divorce and went to manage a friend's art gallery in Bologna. She's passionate, sometimes harsh, wears everything out on her sleeve and is 100% in it for the drama, leaping into danger and looking annoyingly hot while doing so. She's Fleur's sole choice for all 3 options of "f*ck marry kill."

The only thing that could bring her back to the bureau is the "Fabulous Gustave," the one thief who got away from them, whose escape precipitated Fleur's gambling problem and the unraveling of their marriage.

What's more, he stole a painting by her favorite painter, the one she did her Master's thesis on: "Susanna and the Elders," by Artemisia Gentileschi.

(Artemisia btw was a badass, a baroque master not fully recognized in her day. She painted women like nobody else... with fury and agency. "Yo check out the head of the Assyrian general who was creeping on me, I just saved my people, you're welcome."

Anyway, ahem.)

So I had this movie written. The thing about movies, is they take forever to get made, if they do at all. And I adore these women and this story too much, so I adapted it into a novel, and on a hail-mary pass, sent it to one of the bigger sapphic publishers I knew of.

THEY SAID YES.

Look! In all its pre-orderable glory!

The women of Warrior Nun have been and continue to be an inexhaustible fountain of inspiration.

And also, if you feel like it, please support my novel.

#books #romance #sapphic #lesbian #lesbian romance #pride #warrior nun #doctor superion #thekla reuten #sylvia defanti #also did i mention i got a book deal??#fanfic

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astroyongie · 24 days

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Wet Castle

Note: This took me a while, I hope you guys enjoy it !

pairings: Wooyoung x YN and San x YN

synopsis: After growing up in one of the most dangerous Seoul Gangs, a strange accident made you decide to cut ties with your affiliation and leave the gang you were so attached with. You moved to Itaewon, doing small works for money, until the day you met Wooyoung, a nice guy next door who worked right under a small coffee shop. You can’t help getting closer to Wooyoung, knowing fairly well that your past life will never leave you alone..

Triggers: harsh language, mentions of traumatic pasts, guns and alcohol

Read Part Two: Here

Part Three

You had followed Wooyoung to one of his favorite bars. It was a small place, hidden between the small streets in Itaewon. Neon lights decorated the walls, providing lights mingled in pallets of green, blue and purple. To your surprise, the streets were not as crowded as the main street. For once it felt nice, the usual drunkyard noises long gone.

As the night poured its darkness over Seoul, you started to feel more chilly. Wrapping your arms around your body, you followed Wooyoung inside the small bar. The soft music played in the background. The place wasn't full, probably only 10 people were around, along with the two bartenders. The atmosphere wasn't as dark as other pubs. Instead the artificial lights provided a warm cozy vibe.

You both sat at one of the tables, facing each other. Here, the usual chairs had been replaced with small red couches, allowing you to relax your body on them. You looked around, taking in the sight and immersing yourself on the place. By reflex, you were quick to identify the way outs of the bar, the people that were around and their vibe. Identifying enemies in the public had been something that you had been taught ever since you were a child. Some habits were hard to die.

“You okay?” Wooyoung asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah sorry.” you said brushing him off. “I never came here before”

“They serve the best margaritas”

You looked at Wooyoung with a dumb expression. He was serious. You chuckled. “Do you seriously have margaritas when you go out to drink?”

“Yeah” he said naturally and you cuffed in amusement.

“That's why you are single, brat”

His embarrassment made you smirked. As the bartender came to your table, you allowed Wooyoung to order for both. Pulling one of your cigarettes on your lips, you light it up, taking the first hit.

“You were mocking my taste in alcohol and yet, there you are allowing me to choose for you”

“I need to get to know the taste on my enemy”

“Oh?” he asked, amused this time. “Do I look like a menace”

“A menace for taste buds”

He laughed, pushing his hair out of his face. A pathetic move that made you gazed at the boy intensely, more than you had wished for. You were here for a good time and you would rather drink whatever he would have, than pouring yourself strong alcohols. You couldn't allow yourself to get drunk while being around Wooyoung. For his sake, and yours.

Without any surprise, Wooyoung was a very easy guy to talk to. Each time you spoke he would watch you with bright eyes, swallowing any word that you throw at him, despite most of them being insults and critics to his tastes.

But he didn’t complain.

In return, he spoke to you about his studies. You learnt that he had pursued an art career but he hadn't found any job that suited him, hence his current part time job. You made a mental note of that. With your connections, you were sure that you could find him a good job.

You drank. Such thoughts weren’t something that you should allow yourself to have, especially considering your current situation. Wooyoung made everything seem easy and attainable. His personality was a contrast of the violent life you had known all your life, and you couldn't help but be drawn to that kind of feeling.

Wooyoung laughed loudly, his dimples poking. You didn’t know why he was laughing. Hell, you had not been listening to him, your mind was lost on the possibilities you could have around him to fully pay attention to his words. You had no clue if he had caught your inattention, but if he had, he hasn't said anything. Shit, he was too good.

Taking sips of his drink, his eyes became half lidded, his body curving to your side as if he was trying to get closer to you. It was adorable to be honest, despite your initial annoyance with him.

“So tell me more about you” Wooyoung said, putting an end to his monologue as he took a gulp from what seemed to be a tonic gin. You grimaced at his drink of choice, playing with the straw of your own drink. A negroni. His taste really was awful. You crossed your legs, and let out a little sigh.

“There’s nothing important or interesting to say”

“That’s up to me to judge” He said, his body leaning more toward you.

“Are you trying to dig shit on me, brat?”

“Of course not. But I have shared about my life and I only know about your name” he explained.

You took a sip of the negroni, humming. “I don’t know anything interesting about you other than your art studies and your awful alcohol taste.”

“Well that's not true” Wooyoung said, his eyes studying you. He did seem a little hurt by the lack of engagement on your part which made you internal wince. “You know that I am a gentleman that saves ladies from drunkyards and that I have a good job at Pirate Coffee Shop” you chuckled at his outcome, trying to lighten up the mood. You took another sip.

“Are you paid well at least?”

“Enough” he admitted with a grin “the old man is a friend of my grandpa, gotta keep around”

“I see” you answered before exchanging a long silence. Your eyes were on him and he didnt dodge either. You have to admit, Wooyoung was a good flirt with his eyes and he had proven himself a rather good company. You wanted to tell him about you. But there was nothing worth sharing, nothing that would have made him stay anyway. And you wanted to be greedy just a little longer, keep him just a little longer.

“It’s okay” Wooyoung finally broke the silence, a little smile on his face “you don't have to tell me about yourself, if you don't feel comfortable”

Ah, shit. you wanted to slap him. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him too.

“You just like being a green flag, don't you?” you asked and Wooyoung gave you a questioning look. “I mean, you are quite considered for a guy”

“I was raised by my mother. She taught me well, I guess” he shrugged.

“No, Wooyoung,” You corrected. “you just have basic human decency”

“I will take that as a compliment”

You both chuckle before exchanging another rather long gaze. He didn't seem to battle one eyelash and you also didn't want to lose this stupid little content. You felt your body lean into his, searching for more contact. Before doing anything you would regret later, the loud noises inside the bar caught both your attention. On the small stage at the corner of the bar, two people had microphones in their hands. They started what seemed to be a session of karaoke, cheered by the other people inside the bar. As the loud music starts playing and the voices of the two strangers resonated, you massaged your temples. This truly wasn't the type of bar you had the habit of visiting. This was low taste and rather cheap.

Looking at Wooyoung, you saw the meanest grin plastered on his face. It made you frown.

“What?” you asked

“Wanna sing?”

“You out of your mind” you said, grabbing your drink and taking a rather long gulp, until it was finished. Smalling the glass on the table, he leaned his head on his hand, a playful smirk on dancing on his plum lips.

“What? didn't know the almighty Y/N was scared of the crowd”

“I am not scared!” you quickly defended yourself, your eyes on him. Shit.. he was playing you and you were falling on it. “I just don't do this type of shit”

“Yeah whatever, you can just admit you are terrified”

You looked at him, and Wooyoung smiled at you. The way his dimples were showing was making your stomach twist interestingly. You looked away and groaned, torn between wiping off the grin of his face or kissing him right there and here

“Buy me two tequila shots and I will humiliate you on stage”

His grin grew impossibly wider. “Bet on”

It didn't take long. Wooyoung stood up and fetched the drinks. You both drank together, your tongue burning at the strong alcohol. You had never sang karaoke in your entire life, you like hell you would let this bastard win and make fun of you.

You had no idea how things had happened. One second you were settling the alcohol on your stomach and the other second, Wooyoung had his hand wrapped on yours, dragging you to the stage. you prayed the alcohol was making his appearance quick.

But you had to admit. For the first time in your pathetic mafia life, you were having fun without a care in the world. One song became two and two became three until you lost count of the songs and drinks you had.

On the stage, you sang loudly, drink in hand and a pair of sunglasses on your face that you had probably stolen from someone in the audience. You and Wooyoung poured everything out, singing out of key and probably sounding like dying goats. But people were claiming you both, cheering you on as you both sang song after song. At one point in the evening, you were singing with unknown people, sharing drinks and by the end of it, you were lying flat on one of the couches.

You felt your mind dizzy from the alcohol, your head laying on Wooyoung’s shoulders. He caressed your tight every so slightly, his free hand raised in the air, singing along to the song that was being sung by random people on stage.

You closed your eyes, taking in his peppermint scent. It was fresh yet musky enough to make you feel comfortable. His jacket was tightly wrapped around your shoulders and you didn’t remember when he had landed you his clothing. You felt Wooyoung's fingers brushing against your hair, awakening you from your semi unconscious state. Suddenly aware of your surroundings, you quickly recoil, pushing away from Wooyoung. Then, both of you exchanged eye contact and you felt your cheeks reddened in embarrassment. No way this man had made you completely lose the awareness of your surroundings.

“You okay?” he asked amused

“Yeah, sorry didn't mean to be a dead weight on you” you said, rubbing your neck and chuckling to get rid of your own shyness.

“It's fine” he brushed it off with a smile, his dimples showing full force. “wanna get out of here?”

You looked at Wooyoung in disbelief, trying to catch any sign of sub-intentos. But as always his eyes were soft, almost innocent and that annoyed you. One part of you wished he would be more assertive and give you what you had been craving since he had been this close to you. The fact he was so close yet so distant drove you insane.

“Yeah, let's go. It's getting late anyway. Don't you have to work tomorrow?” you asked as you stood up from your seat. Wooyoung mimicked you.

“I do”

“Shit, we should have gone home sooner” you said as you looked at your watch, indicating that it was already past 3 in the morning. Wooyoung grinned before taking your hand to get out of the bar. He gently pushed you to the front, his hand resting on the smaller of your back to guide you through the crowd. Once you both reach outside, your lungs breathe in the fresh cold air. It felt refreshing, yet you were already missing the intoxicating smell of nicotine. Or perhaps of peppermint.

“Can I take you home?” Wooyoung asked and you looked at him, a grin plastered on your face.

“What a gentleman-way to ask me to get inside my pants, brat”

“What? No!” he quickly said, a shade of pink tinting his cheeks as you both walked down the street “I would never”

“You would never fuck me?” you asked in a teasing manner and he groaned, rubbing his face in embarrassment. Despite the darkness, you could still see how his face was lit up, probably helped by the alcohol.

“Y/n just stop teasing me, I am too drunk for that”

“You walking straight bastard, you ain’t drunk enough” You pointed out, as you grabbed his arm for support

He simply smiled, walking by your side as you both remained silent, enjoying the company of each other. The streets were empty, but you didn't feel alone. The warmth of Wooyoung’s body makes you feel comfortable. As you were reaching to the staircase of your apartment, your body shifted. You noticed the black tinted windows car stopped in the street. You felt the awareness crawling in your spine. Shit, they were here again.

You heard Wooyoung talking to you, but you didn't hear a word. Instead you grabbed his arm in urgency, hushing him from his own words. He looked down at you confused.

“Get out of here” you said in the most cold, quiet voice you could master. “don't ask why, don't turn back, just get straight home”

“what? Y/n is something wro–”

“Y/n”

You cursed under your breath as you heard Yeosang’s voice calling you. The man who had been standing in the shadows, walked toward you, his eyes discarding the existence of Wooyoung. You couldn’t believe your luck. Letting go of Wooyoung, you stepped in front of him, hoping that it would be enough to shield him from Yeosang.

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come back here again”

“I am just doing my job” Yeosang spoke, as he threw the butt of his unfinished cigarette on the ground.

“Well it's fucking annoying” you said, your face warmign up from the conflicted emotion. Yeosang wasn’t loyal to you, he was loyal to San. Despite your higher rank, you were currently not in the gang to mean anything to him and therefore, Wooyoung could be caught in the fire.

Yeosang sighed. “Please, get in the car, Sa–”

“Fuck off, Yeosang” you murmured, sending a death glare his way. Yeosang retributed the gesture, taking a step closer to you. But as he did so, Wooyoung pushed you behind his back. Your eyes widen, anxiety rushing through your veins.

“Hey dude, I don't know what your problem is, but she doesn't want to speak to you. So please, move on” Wooyoung's voice got slightly threatening, his gaze sustaining Yeosang’s. You cursed under your breath, the damn brat not taking a freaking hint of your warning. Yeosang looked at him uninterested, before looking at you from behind Wooyoung’s shoulders.

“Are you going to fuck this one too? Your standard have reach quite low–”

You wanted to rip Yeosang’s face out, stab his fucking neck for the lack of respect he had been treating you ever since you had quit the gang. You deserved it, you knew you did. But it made you angry nonetheless.

“Hey!!” Woyyoung's voice got louder, his body shifting. You could tell he was getting genuinely upset “I don't know who the hell you are, but–”

You let out a loud gasp when Yeosang took his gun out of his holder and pointed it to Wooyoung, his eyes hinting that your friend’s existence was unspoken for. Wooyoung froze in place, shock overwhelming him. You quickly got in front again, your hand going to Yeosang’s gun and pulling it close to your own body. You knew he wouldn't dare to shoot you.

“The fuck you think you are doing?!” you screamed at him, anger making your body shiver “You out of your fucking mind, Yeosang?”

He did not answer, instead he groaned, pulling his gun back to his holder. “San wants to talk to you. Please, get into the car.”

You bit your tongue in rage, weighing your options. You had no weapon on you and you couldn't lose control in front of Wooyoung. You didn't want to, that would terminate something you earned for. Wooyoung’s safety came first, and you needed to act based on that.

Fuck. You cursed out loud, sending a glare to the car parked on the other side. Turning around, you looked at Wooyoung whose face was blank. Probably in confusion and fear. You couldn't blame him. Pushing your hand inside your pocket, you reached for your keys.

“Wooyoung” you called but he did not answer you, his eyes still on your Yeosang “Hey, brat, listen to me!” you called, pulling at his shoulder until he looked down at you “This is the keys to my flat. It’s the 301. Get in, lock in. I will be back. Don't come out until I come back”

Wooyoung looked at you and you felt all the questions dancing behind his eyes. You felt his anger, his indignation and his confusion.

“I won't be letting you with this psycho!” He yelled, reaching for his phone “I will call the cops–”

“Stop it” You said aggressively, which startled him. “I am fine! Just do what you are told, please” you reassured him, squeezing his lower arm, before pursing your lips together “Please, just go”

He stood there silent, exchanging his gaze between you and Yeosang. You sighed in relief when he nodded. Then, grabbing the keys from your hands, Wooyoung walked past you and Yeosang in direction to the staircases. You waited, your eyes following the boy as he walked up before disappearing inside the complex.

Your eyes went straight to Yeosang who seemed to be more relaxed, his hands going to his pockets. You walked to him while he was gazing at the ground.

“San wants to–”

Yeosang yelped, taking a few steps back as he felt the impact of your fist connect against his jaw. He groaned in discomfort, holding his chin as you looked at him with spite. “Point a gun at what's mine and I will fucking rip your head. Are we clear?”

Yeosang spat blood on the ground, before recomposing himself, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “Don't be so damn sensitive about a random guy”

“It's not about a random guy, it’s about you not knocking your place and fucking disrespecting me, you dipshit”

After these words you turned around, walking toward the car that was still parked there. Before you got inside you turned your body, looking at Yeosang who already had his eyes on the staircase that led to your flat.

“Yeosang” you called “I hereby forbid you to touch that boy. If you do, you will lose more than just your hands”

Yeosang looked at you almost uninterested but you knew by the glow of his eye that he had understood the threat. Even if he wasn’t working under you, he worked for San. And San wouldn't tolerate you being upset, or thus, you hoped. Pulling at the door’s handle, you opened the car, before climbing in. The scent of expensive cologne hit your nose as you closed the door. The immersive presence of San overwhelmed your senses and you felt your body crisp. Looking at him, his eyes were already on you, his face stern.

“The fuck you want?” you asked, wrapping Wooyoung’s jacket around your body in a stupid attempt to stop the shivers that this man gave you, each time his eyes landed on you.

“Quite a spectacle you did out there”

“I swear to fucking god if you have nothing interesting to tell me, I am leaving and setting you all fuckers on fire!”

San snickered at your nasty mood, before giving the driver some instructions. The man nodded, starting the car smoothly. The engine purred, setting the vehicle into motion. You tried to relax against the expensive leather but it was impossible when San was eyeing you with such an intense stare. His blond hair was falling over his eyes, hiding the menace that he truly represented.

“Where’s my greeting kiss?” He asked, his voice dripping with tease. You felt your patience run thin.

“I am going to punch you” You said, feeling your hands trembling in rage. San studied you, before humming understanding that his reading wasn’t going to ease you.

“I was expecting you to come to the corporation, after my visit yesterday” He said, reaching for his blazer pocket, getting himself a smoke.

“Why would I ever do that? You can't take a hint?”

“You are the one who can take a hint,” San said as he put the butt of the cigarette against his lips, lighting it up.

“I told you i was out, San” you said, your voice dropping to a neutral timber as you looked over at the window. You were about to exit Itaewon, getting into the highway.

“You are needed. Your father left a testimony behind, as you are aware. Our sponsors won’t accept to do business unless you are the one signing the contracts”

You looked at San with the most obvious face you could master. All this scene for this? You laughed, rubbing your face in your hands as he blew the smoke inside the car. His eyes gently looked at you. He pitied you. You felt your stomach take a twist.

“I made it clear, I don't want the Corporation. Didn’t you take matters into your own hands? As far as I know, you own Zeeta”

San sighed, his hand rubbing his own temples as he took another hit of his expensive tobacco. “I do. Just not officially. Everything is still under your name”

“I will fucking sell it to you, San” You said, looking at him. You were becoming nauseous the more you spoke of this matter. 3 months you had run away from this and very damn time it seemed like this cursed corporation didn't want to let you go.

“You know that's not possible,” San said, sighing once again. His free hand went to your face, caressing your skin. The touch paralyzed you, his burning skin feeling like a perpetuated memory. He brushed a few pieces of your hair out of your face, mastering a sympathetic smile as you were struggling to keep your tears in your eyes from rolling.

Fuck, the power this man had over you was a no joke. He was capable of making you feel like falling in pieces and then he would build you up again, just to watch you crumble underneath his fingers once more.

“Zeeta was made by your grandfather under a strict code. The Corporation, all the casinos, hotels and illegal trafficking will always belong to the Zeeta family and at this moment you are the one who owns it. With your father’s and brother’s death–” “Shut up” you said through gritted teeth, breathing loudly through your nose to recompose yourself. San gave you a few seconds before continuing. He was cruel, poking at open wounds, watching it bleeding for his own expenses.

“I have power on it at the moment, but I can't make any decisive decisions without your consent. If I did so, we would lose our sponsors your grandfather built and that would make us lose a bunch of money.” He murmured, his voice so low it felt like it came from inside your skull. You closed your eyes for a second as you felt his fingers brush against your cheek. “There’s only one way–”

“Kill me” you said, this time looking at San. Looking deeply into the numbness of his eyes, San’s smile faded. Those were words he didn't want to hear ever again. But you saw him master behind his feelings as he grinned. He pushed himself away from you, taking another hit of his cigarette.

“I could never. That would make me a traitor.”

“I will do it myself”

“Pointless. Zeeta would just pass the business to one of your cousins, the ones that your father chased away. That would be pissing on his grave and his memory, don’t you think love?”

You felt your anger boiling again. The audacity he had to speak of your father like this, after all the shit he had done made you want to murder him. Perhaps you should.

“The fuck you want me to do?” you asked in fury, desperation crawling into your voice “I won't come back, I can't come back!” You yelled, not caring that the driver was listening to the whole conversation. You felt your chest tighten with a well known anxiety that you had tried to deny for the past few months. San stayed quiet, his eyes analyzing you again.

“Marry me” He blurbed out and you looked at him offended. What the fuck was he trying to do? “I would allow you to be wherever you want, be whoever you want. You would be protected and not an outcast. I would have the Zeeta name and proceed with the business and you wouldn't have to worry about a thing”

You knew San too well. This wasn't an act of mercy, this wasn't him trying to help a friend, a lover. This was him setting a trap, playing with your vulnerabilities and fears to get you exactly where he wanted you. Marrying him wasn't a solution, it was a doomed ending.

“Fuck you san”

He sighed, grimacing as if he was hurt by your answer “Perhaps I should have kneeled during my proposal, I apologize”

“Get fucked!”

“Please, understand that I am trying my hardest to protect you. It's only a matter of time until our enemies find you and hang you. If they feel merciful.

“Like I care”

“If that happens the whole Corporation would be at war”

You knew that. You know he wasn’t wrong but you couldn't bring yourself to accept his demands. You hated him too much, despite your love for him, and you still couldn't forgive him for what he had done.

Looking through the window, your eyes went to the big skyscrapers, reaching up through the starlight night sky. You missed your father terribly but you also hated him for putting all this on you. You had grown up in the corporation, trained to be second in hand with your brother. But then, you fell in love with San and one thing led to another, until San had destroyed your whole life. You felt the pain hitting your chest. It was hard to breathe. You couldn't remember that day without feeling like you were being swallowed whole.

The pain was too much.

The first sob left your lips before you felt San reached for you. He pulled you close to him and instead of comforting you with a hug, he connected his lips to yours. Unable to breathe, you close your eyes firmly, focusing on the kiss and allowing your heartbeat to adjust to the sudden aggression on your mouth. He held your face with his colossal hands, his lips skillfully moving against your. Once he broke the kiss, he connected your forehead, breathing deeply. Unconsciously you mimicked him, your breathing getting back to normal. His thumb rubbed gentle circles under your eyes, waiting for you to be calm.

“I need you to come back, y/n”

“I need time to think”

San groaned in discontentment, pulling his face away from yours before looking down at you. You felt your body getting more relaxed, the tears that threatened to escape drying on the corner of your eyes.

“One week.”

You nodded at his words. That was enough time to allow you to come up with a plan that would make you disappear from this damned country. Just enough for no one to find you and enough time to fix your shit and make sure no one would be in danger. You watched as San kept his eyes on your body this time, a stern look becoming more frustrated

“What’s wrong?”

You asked but instead of answering you, he opened the window of his side, the cold air making you shiver. Without any word, San leaned forward, ripping the jacket around your shoulders and throwing it out through the window.

“San!!” you yelled trying to reach for him but it was too late “The fuck you doing?!”

“You wearing that fucker clothing as if he owned you”

“For fuck sakes, I was just cold”

San glared at you. “one week, y/n. Don't abuse the love I have for you”

You bit the inside of your cheek, the good mood long gone. As always, the rollercoaster of emotions with San’s obnoxious and double personality was complicated. He was as considered as he was cruel.

“I already agreed to that week”

“Good. I will take care of that bastard too, to keep you from distractions”

You glared at San this time, pulling at his shirt. You got him close to you, his eyes widen slightly before he composed himself, a grin plastered on his face.

“Oh?”

“You ain't touching a shit” you threatened. You wouldn't allow Wooyoung to get caught midfire. Usually you wouldn't mind casualties, that's how your world worked anyway. But Wooyoung had been nothing but good and you couldn't allow him to get hurt because of you. San had already taken all the joys of your life and you would rather burn than allow it to happen again.

“Don't say it like that” San purred, closing the little space between your faces “seeing you angry and desperate makes me want to rip his throat”

Capturing your lips again, he kissed you with passion, the exchange getting him in a mood you had no intention to play on tonight. You are forced to pull away, the intoxicating feeling of his lips on yours making you dizzy.

You hissed. “I am serious San, if anything happens to him, I will make sure you regret your whole existence”

San hummed, stealing a fury kiss from you. You bit his bottom lip in warning and he groaned lowly against you. You felt your core pulse from the sound and you hated that the situation was making you this excited. again, he had you exactly where he wanted.

“Whether I hurt him or not will depend on your answer, White Tiger”

You looked into his half lidded eyes, a smirk painted on his face. The need of murdering him was excruciating and yet you found yourself leaning against his lips again, drinking away his low sounds that made you feel loved and wanted. You wanted to run away from your past, but as long as San, the Red Dragon was alive, these chains would never shatter.

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nordidia · 7 months

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Regardless of how much attention they got, what are three things you've written or drawn that you're most proud of?

oh i love this question...

so i think what i get most proud of are my long comics,, despite the drawings being simple, i think i put alot more effort into just finishing them than i do like. coloured pieces etc... doing full pieces is more leisure than struggling to finish a long ass comic yknow. especially if its mental health related, i put alot of effort into them

so i think the one im most proud of is the sunset duo comic about PTSD flashbacks the way i experience them.,. i never really saw people talk about how they are for me so i decided to do it myself

alot of people find comfort in it because they also have been longing for someone to talk about those kinds of flashbacks, where its not really pictures or specific memories, but more the feelings you felt during it. alot of people who have repressed memories have flashbacks this way it was very... cathargic. its the first thing that pops into my head when people ask about my emotion-comics. i think its my favorite

another one i really like is this one.

its my first deep comic like that, and it kinda kicked off something in me, knowing what i wanted to create. its kinda old now, and my art has evolved somewhat, ive been thinking of re-doing it sometime

alot of my comics that are like this are based on my own struggles, and i make them to deal with my own, hoping that posting them will make others feel less alone. i also base leo on my irl bff like 98% of the time, and this was one of them.

i think that it marks kind of "the first" of stuff that i've gotten feedback on that it has helped others, and looking back on it gives me alot of motivation to continue doing art

hmm third one i really love is this one, with april

i had this huge idea of going into detail about things, my own take on things. and i held that idea until i started drawing, and as i got to the end i realised: "wait.. i dont want to think about this. i dont want to have a take on someone's pointless suffering. i dont want him to have to remember it either. why do all comics have to elaborate on the struggling and then everything being okay? thats not how it works" and ended up completely re-writing it. i think it made it alot more in character too

at the time, i was in therapy. and we would often talk about what i do in my daily life and i would talk about the comics i make. and this was one she really liked hearing about, and she had a lot of praise for the way i ended it when i told her about my trail of thought

i hope this is comprehensible jdajkgfdsjk !!

i thinik. i like my art that includes leo .. is some of my favorite... i like writing him. he's very kind. he loves and respects raph alot, and i think he understands raph on a deeper level in some way. i cant explain it but. yueah!!! if i could have a fourth favorite it would be this one

#asks!#jojo special #:3

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Favorite films discovered in 2023

2023 kind of sucked, but it was a fruitful year for me as a movie geek. I finally got around to seeing films that have been on my TBW pile for years now. I also gave myself a challenge that I actually completed: watch at least one film from every year between 1900 and 2023.

Anyway, I'll stop beating around the bush. Here are my top 20 favorite film discoveries in 2023. (The order is very, very loose from 5 on down. I genuinely had a hard time narrowing the list down to 20, let alone ranking everything.)

When a Woman Ascends the Stairs (dir. Mikio Naruse, 1960)

This well-regarded drama follows Keiko, a bar hostess who's just turned 30 years old. She has limited options as an unmarried woman in postwar Japan. Considered "old," she has to marry soon or scrape enough money to buy her own bar. With its jazzy score and first-person narration, When a Woman Ascends the Stairs has a noirish vibe but it certainly isn't noir at all. Though the film is tragic, what moved me so much was Keiko's character. She has a tough lot and her story is ultimately tragic, yet she is determined to keep going, even if life won't give her a break.

The Boy and the Heron (dir. Hayao Miyazaki, 2023)

Miyazaki's current "last film" is certainly his most abstract and puzzling. I imagine it'll be one of his more divisive titles in the years to come, but count me among its fans. While being "in the know" regarding the current state of Studio Ghibli and Miyazaki's 60+ year-long career in animation allows one to better appreciate the many allusions and themes within the film, it stands just fine on its own as a surrealistic adventure about grief and the power of art. Also, damn, I LOVE hand-drawn animation so much.

Black Cat (dir. Kaneto Shindo, 1968)

Kaneto Shindo's Black Cat is yet another confirmation of my feeling that horror pairs best with humor or heartbreak. While there are some morbidly funny moments, Black Cat is largely a devastating supernatural horror story about a young samurai who encounters two mysterious women in the woods, not realizing they are the ghosts of his murdered wife and mother. Even worse, they've sworn to kill any and all samurai they encounter, since their deaths were the result of raping, pillaging samurai-- but they remain human enough to desire an exception. I was creeped out thoroughly by the chilly atmosphere and imagery of this film. I liked it even better than Shindo's Onibaba and that was one of my favorites from 2022!

Malcolm X (dir. Spike Lee, 1992)

I usually dislike big movie biopics for being stuffy and formulaic. Malcolm X avoids both of these issues. Directed to the hilt by Spike Lee, this film is passionate and compelling, about as far from a stuffy Oscarbait biopic as you could imagine. Also, Denzel Washington is AMAZING in the titular role. Like, we're talking one of the best performances I have ever seen because not only is Washington convincing as Malcolm X, he also perfectly portrays his arc from zoot-suited young criminal to uncompromising activist leader. I was absolutely mesmerized the entire time-- it's a long movie that never feels its length and I'll definitely be revisiting it in the future.

The Kiss Before the Mirror (dir. James Whale, 1933)

James Whale’s horror movies are listed among the finest 1930s cinema had to offer, but his other works remain woefully overlooked. The Kiss Before the Mirror is a strange marital drama set in a dreamlike interwar Vienna. A lawyer defending a murderer who shot down his cheating wife comes to discover his own wife in the midst of a casual affair. Will this discovery lead to another killing? Despite the lurid plot elements, Kiss is closer to Kubrick’s introspective Eyes Wide Shut than a typical 1930s melodrama. Both husband and wife are complex characters struggling with destroyed illusions, making the story a hell of a lot more complex than you'd expect.

Five Miles to Midnight (dir. Anatole Litvak, 1962)

I am so glad I ignored the meh reviews on this one because I would have missed out on one of the best thrillers I've seen in years. Sophia Loren is a woman desperate to shake off her narcissistic, abusive husband played by Tony Perkins. When Perkins is wrongly believed dead in a plane crash, he hides out in Loren's apartment so they can collect the life insurance money, split the funds, then part amicably. This being a Hitchcock-style thriller, it doesn't work out that way. What sells the film is the psychological cat-and-mouse game between Loren and Perkins's miserable, mismatched married couple, and a noirish sense of doom lends a great deal of atmosphere.

Shoes (dir. Lois Weber, 1916)

Shoes is the best Lois Weber film I have yet seen and it still packs a wallop a century-plus since its initial release. Mary MacLaren plays a young woman single-handedly supporting her family on a five dollar a week salary. She wears shoes that are falling apart but can never seem to save enough for a new pair-- that is, until an unsavory way of getting the cash presents itself, much to her horror and temptation. This is a heartbreaking little film that showcases a lot of what I love about 1910s American cinema. There's less glamor in the settings and nothing at all genteel or cleaned up about the poverty on display. MacLaren is wonderful in the lead too, her performance a quietly compelling portrait of quiet desperation.

Jeopardy (dir. John Sturges, 1953)

Barbara Stanwyck was in such a wealth of films that I can forgive myself for not realizing this one even existed. After seeing it, it's easily in my top five favorite films of hers. On the surface, the plot sounds like fodder for sleazy sex fantasy: a housewife on vacation is kidnapped by a hot escaped convict. She's racing against time to save her husband from drowning after the tide comes in at the beach where he's trapped; the convict has a very specific price for any aid he's willing to offer. Stanwyck's characterization complicates the situation and the direction amps the tension to a breaking point. Great, great stuff!

Girlfriends (dir. Claudia Weill, 1978)

This film came across my path in a weirdly personal way. One of my sisters got engaged this year. We've been close all of our lives and shared an apartment for years, so this is going to be a big change for both of us. Girlfriends is about a young woman whose best friend is getting married, meaning she'll be on her own for the first time. In addition to making this adjustment, she's a photographer currently hired for weddings and bar mitzvahs, but dreaming of entering the larger world of art galleries. I guess you could say it's a 70s version of a quarter-life crisis film (Noah Baumbach's Frances Ha takes A LOT from it). The performances and direction are exceptional, having that unglamorous, lived-in vibe I love about the films of this period. It also just happened to come into my life at the most resonant time, so there's that.

Ivan the Terrible, Parts One and Two (dir. Sergei Eisenstein, 1945 and 1958)

As a person who hates the idea that realism is the only valid form for cinematic drama, Eisenstein's hyper-stylized Ivan the Terrible movies are a joy. The compositions are like something out of a painting, the acting is operatic, the writing mythic and sweeping. The dance number in Part II is one of my favorite scenes in any movie ever. Best of all, the films rise above their propagandist origins, becoming a fascinating study of institutional power set against individual charisma.

The Red Queen Kills Seven Times (dir. Emilio Miraglia, 1972)

I've been getting more into giallo lately and The Red Queen Kills Seven Times is among the more memorable titles. You have the fashion world setting, a disguised murderer running around in a red cloak, over the top kills, a villainous junkie who looks like Bucky Barnes, a spooky castle with death traps, the works. It's a movie where I don't really care too much about the plot. It's the off-kilter, sinister atmosphere that draws me in, as with most giallo movies.

Little Miss Sunshine (dir. Jonathan Dayton and Valerie Faris, 2006)

It took Alan Arkin dying for me to finally get around to seeing this much beloved 2000s gem. I expected to only be interested in Arkin as the drug-addled, foul-mouthed grandpa, but the entire movie is so warm-hearted and hilarious that I fell in love with it whole hog. The characters are all quirky without being Quriky (tm), if you know what I mean. And I love the final message about just living your life and not worrying about whether or not you're "successful" in the eyes of society. An old theme to be sure, but done so, so well here. (Also, the mercilessly satirical jab at child beauty pageants is pure gold.)

Pom Poko (dir. Isao Takahata, 1994)

I feel like a lot of western anime fans only see Pom Poko as "lol that movie where the tanuki have comically oversized testicles." And yeah, that is indeed something in this movie but there's so much more. It's one of the boldest films I've ever seen, an "animated documentary" (to use Takahata's words) about a village of tanuki waging war against humankind's encroachment upon the natural world. It's such a genre grab-bag, critic Daniel Thomas' description fits it best: "The story weaves through slapstick comedy, social commentary, satire, surrealism, and tragedy. It changes moods much the way the tanuki change form, bending and molding into a new shape, and relentlessly moving forward." I still think Only Yesterday is Takahata's best film, but Pom Poko is strong competition and yet another film I can see myself rewatching many times to come.

Bullet Train (dir. David Leitch, 2022)

I still kick myself for not seeing this in the theater when it came out. Bullet Train is a wonderful lark of an action film. On first watch, I recall thinking it was like a live-action anime shot in a very Tarantino-esque style. I've seen it a few times now and I enjoy the hell out of it every time. And if you don't like it, well, you just might be a Diesel.

That Cold Day in the Park (dir. Robert Altman, 1969)

Another film with a so-so reputation that I really enjoyed. Sandy Dennis (who's gradually becoming one of my favorites with every performance I see from her) plays a virginal rich woman who takes in a handsome young guy one cold day. Her initial kindness quickly curdles into erotic obsession and her house guest has his own secrets. It's an early Robert Altman film and not his most polished work, but that makes it all the more fascinating to me. It's a creepy psychological thriller with a haunting ending, as well as an interesting time capsule of the late 1960s.

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (dir. Russ Meyer, 1965)

Where has this movie been all my life?? It's a bizarre campfest about three criminally minded go-go dancers who romp across the California desert, strewing all kinds of havoc in their wake. It's such a strange movie that I don't know how to describe it properly: it's got a New Wave sensibility to it all the while indulging in exploitation B-movie nonsense. Definitely a fun film to watch with a group.

Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (dir. Chantal Akermann, 1975)

I finally bit the bullet to watch this one after it topped the 2022 Sight & Sound list. Do I think it's the greatest film of all time? No, but I don't like singling out any work of art for such a designation. Putting aside all the drama that ensued when this was granted GOAT status, Jeanne Dielman is a striking film. It's definitely not something you just throw on casually-- you need to set aside the time to watch it and be in the right headspace. My initial mild interest morphed into a sense of anxious dread as the film ground along its three hour runtime, its protagonist struggling to retain her total sense of self-possession and control as she's thrown off her groove by unexpected events.

The Wicked Lady (dir. Leslie Arliss, 1945)

This is not high art by any means. It's melodrama with a capital M, laying the cheese on thick. Margaret Lockwood plays a devious, scheming femme fatale in 18th century England who's a gold-digging noblewoman by day and a highwaywoman cavorting with bad boy James Mason by night. This is easily the most entertaining of the Gainsborough melodramas I've yet seen, dripping with soap opera antics, sumptuous costumes, and camp-a-plenty.

War and Peace (dir. Sergei Bondarchuk, 1966-1967)

There is no substitute for reading Tolstoy's massive novel, but this 1966 Soviet version is definitely a fine work in its own right. Filmed in three parts, it's about nine hours long and it does a good job capturing the interior lives of the characters in the source material. Everything about it is just breathtaking: the costumes, the sets, the massive numbers of extras during those battle scenes. It's the kind of intellectually and emotionally stirring epic that makes all those hours fly by.

The Sweet Smell of Success (dir. Alexander Mackendrick, 1957)

I often chafe when people act as though all 1950s American cinema were Leave it to Beaver wholesomeness and buttoned up repression. Some of the nastiest Hollywood movies I've ever seen came out of the 1950s and The Sweet Smell of Success is prime among them. Among the best of the late classic noir period, it follows Burt Lancaster as a popular but monstrous newspaper columnist who uses his power to control the lives of everyone around him, particularly his sister, to whom he has a borderline perverse attachment. The dialogue is as sharp ("You're dead, son. Get yourself buried." "I'd hate to take a bite out of you. You're a cookie full of arsenic.") and the cynicism as thick as the best of Billy Wilder. If you love noir, you can't miss out on this one.

What were your favorite film discoveries of 2023?

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Twst OC Vega del Castillo: The Fairy Godmother’s wand 🪄

I finally figured out how to make digital art on my phone, so I made a new TWST OC! \(//∇//)\ This is my boy, Vega del Castillo, who is twisted from the Fairy Godmother’s wand! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) Flashbacks to the time when Jamil was thought to be twisted from “Jafar’s staff” when Twisted Wonderland was first announced lmaoo

I ramble a lot more about him underneath the cut, with more of his personality and design inspiration and such ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Despite what some may think, the wand in Cinderella is an item that can be used no matter the good or evil intentions! For example, in Cinderella 3, Lady Tremaine gets her hands on it to literally turn back time to get revenge on Cinderella. And interestingly enough, the wand’s magic turns green instead of its usual silver, indicating when it’s being used for evil purposes. This is why I gave Vega green eyes too! ^o^

Vega’s name came from the star, which is known as one of the next important stars besides our own Sun. The Vega star is a blueish-white star and one of the brightest stars in our sky, which I found fitting with Vega’s color scheme haha. “del Castillo” means “of the castle,” and tbh it was the only surname I could think of 😭 I guess it fits because the wand is what leads Cinderella to her happily ever after in the castle?? (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

He’s from Sage’s Island because I thought that’d be funny haha. Technically, it’s all too possible for one of the village children in Sage’s Island to attend NRC, don’t you think? He knows far more about the island that the average student, and has been admiring NRC and RSA for years, and even applied to both schools. NRC is the one who accepted his application instead of RSA.

Vega is half-Fae, but he’s not actually aware of it himself?? I was sort of inspired by the idea of the myth of the “changeling,” where a human child is kidnapped and swapped out for a Fae. He considers the whole village of Sage’s Island to be his family as they all sorta raised him together, since Vega never really had his “own” parents. It’s complicated, and no one really has the heart to explain it to him that he was abandoned once it was discovered he was essentially a changeling replacing the original human child. Vega is just vibing tho (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

Vega has a very flashy sense of fashion- he likes a lot of shiny materials and glitters. His butterfly glasses were inspired by Cinderella’s dress and shoes in the live-action remake, but his shoes are there just white and gold cowboy boots just because haha. As you can imagine, he stands out a lot in the Ignihyde dorm. I can imagine he’s a figure that’s awed and feared by his dormmates just because he’s so flashy haha \(//∇//)\

Although he doesn’t mean it, Vega has a tendency to “steal the show,” and also interpreting other’s words in a completely different manner in his head. It leads to a lot of misunderstandings whenever one deals with him, and he’s the sort of person to say “why didn’t you say so earlier?” after the fact. He’s rather eager at the idea of helping, but lacks the consideration for personal choices.

Despite these traits of his, he is well-meaning at heart. Vega cares for his Ignihyde dormmates greatly, and is the self-declared of “mom friend” of the dorm. You know, the one that has every useful thing you could imagine in a purse, and correct your food order if you asked for no pickles. Although everything about him tends to rise from misunderstandings, he’s quite the loyal friend, even if there’s things he should work on to make it more balanced friendship. He never wants his peers to feel left out, so he always chats up his dormmates and brings them their favorite snacks and drinks to get along. Vega actually wears blue lipstick for this exactly reason haha! He heard about Idia’s insecurities over his appearance, and completely unknowing that it’s part of Idia’s curse, Vega went ahead to buy blue lipstick to wear every day so he could match with Idia. He feels like it adds to his own flashy appearance, so he quite likes it.

Anyway, he was assigned to Ignihyde dorm because of his “spirit of diligence.” He is an extremely dedicated worker to his projects, and he also fits in with Ignihyde in regards to his mechanical inventions. Whether it be cutting-edge outfits or new contraptions, he combines technology with many different mediums in an attempt to design something that’s never been seen before.

I’d like to think he experimented with pretty much all of the clubs at NRC. I can imagine him joining the Equestrian club at first because of the “aesthetics,” but immediately quit when he fell off the horse lmao. Film Studies in-game is said to be heavily lacking in backstage workers, since many of the members are from Pomefiore and want to be on stage, not behind the scenes. That’s where Vega swooped in, fiddling with lighting and set design and costumes. He keeps himself really busy because again, backstage members are lacking and sometimes Vega’s visions are too bold to bring to life with the limited deadlines. Still, he has a lot of fun using his skills for the club!

His Unique Magic is “Put ‘Em Together,” which allows him to create brand new objects from a previous object (made from the same material- he can’t turn fabric into metal)- but the new object created will eventually shatter within a certain time limit. For example, he could change a regular crystal into a sword, but it will eventually shatter into millions of pieces, which destroys the original crystal it was made out of. Sort of like a reference to Lady Tremaine breaking Cinderella’s glass slipper! The subsequent shattering of his magic can be quite the mess, and even dangerous depending on the material he uses (paper would just tear into pieces, but crystal and wood can shatter/splinter right in his hands if he’s not careful) so it’s not like he can just summon whatever he wants for everyday use. I hope my explanation of this idea makes sense! (*⁰▿⁰*)

I rambled for so long haha! I feel like there’s so much I want to say in regards to character relationships and backstory, but I think I’ll save it for a future post to make more individual silly comics \(//∇//)\ Thanks for reading about my OC! ^_^

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #oc #my art #kallistopost #apologies that his image is blurry. a lot of adjustments happened AFTER it was colored 🥲#I cried like 500 times drawing this and I gave up and I’m just posting it lmaoo #Vega I’ll improve anatomy to draw you better one day I promise

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hoax (Nikolai Lantsov x Reader) - Prologue

Title: hoax - prologue

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

Warnings: Language, death, violence

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: When Sturmhond stumbles across a Kerch pirate ship transporting stolen Ravkan goods, he takes it upon himself to confront the captain only to bind himself faced with a potential ally or yet another adversary.

Author’s Note: Hi! it’s me again coming to you with yet another Shadow and Bone fic. This is one I’ve had in my brain for quite some time and it will follow the canon storyline (not completely of course but for the most part). Nikolai is one of my favorite character of all time so I really really hope that I did him justice with this. I hope you enjoy! If you have any requests, please feel free to send them in! I write for all of the grishaverse characters pretty much. Sorry for such a long authors note. I hope you enjoy!

Nikolai smiled and nodded with apparent approval. His years of diplomatic training were finally paying off, his years of pretending to listen in on meetings with foreign ambassadors when he was younger had prepared him for these types of situations. Though, he imagined his parents meant for it to be utilized in a more civilized setting. The issue came in with the fact that Nikolai was many things: he was an excellent shot, dashingly handsome even as a ruddy pirate, and perhaps a tad bit egotistical at times, in an endearing way, of course; but he wasn’t stupid. It was quite obvious to the privateer that the fellow captain was lying. He didn’t even need Tolya or Tamar to confirm.

The Kerch captain seemed to be blind to Nikolai’s insincerity, because he kept rambling.He had to admit, he was good. If it was anyone other than Nikolai, they might have fallen for the falsehoods that were spewing out of his mouth, but Nikolai knew better. The goods on his ship were Ravkan, stolen from a Ravkan trade ship on its way to Novyi Zem. Nikolai had been trying to entertain the conversation long enough to find out if the captain (whose name still hadn’t been divulged, and he didn’t care enough to ask) was working with a larger coalition plotting against the Lantsov throne. The more he spoke, the less likely Nikolai found that scenario. This captain was working only for himself, which was wonderful news. He’d like to set sail as quickly as possible. The dark grey clouds looming overhead indicated that they would be in for quite the trip back to Os Kervo.

Tamar was standing to his side, fingers tight around the handles of her beloved axes. He was right. He was lying. Her demeanor told him everything he already knew. That the captain was lying and that he was going to try and ambush them to escape. Tolya had a grip on his blade as well. Neither one of them needed the weapons–they could simply rip the air from someone's lungs with just a few movements of their hands–but they always did have a flair for the dramatic. Something that he most definitely had no experience with.

“There’s no need to be hostile.” The captain held up his hands in a mock surrender, a chuckle escaping from his throat. “We’re just having a casual conversation.”

Nikolai gripped his pistol in the holster on his side. He was slightly offended that the captain actually thought that he didn’t know what was going on–despite that it was what he’d intended. He’d hoped that his reputation had preceded him enough that the captain would’ve tried a little bit harder. This was amateur work, and since Nikolai had gathered that this particular captain was well-experienced in the art of stolen goods, it was because he thought that it would fool Nikolai–Sturmhond.

The captain’s eyes flickered to the crow’s nest where Nikolai could just barely make out two figures. At least one was a heartrender, he presumed. They were stationed there to snuff the life out of him if things went awry. He figured that the one closest to him was a decoy, that way they wouldn’t know which one the true heartrender was and that they would assume incorrectly. That’s what he would do. They just didn’t realize that Nikolai had two heartrenders of his own.

Nikolai shifted his weight, maintaining his aura of confidence–though it wasn’t hard. He was quite certain that even though this crew was experienced, that he could take all of them on his own if necessary, but he had Tolya and Tamar with him.

“Really? Seems your men didn’t get the message. I don’t usually keep heartrenders on hand for a conversation.” Nikolai gestured to the crow’s nest. “You know, communication between a captain and his crew is key in running a successful business venture. I might suggest trying some trust exercises to really make sure that you’re on the same page.”

He couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t enjoy the panic that flickered over the captain’s face. “They’re only there as a precaution. I’m sure you understand the need for such matters as a captain yourself.”

“Of course, though I do wonder why such precautions would be necessary if you just intended to have a casual conversation, as you put it.” Nikolai wondered aloud, though he didn’t really wonder. He knew. He was going to try and take over his ship too. Over his dead body. “See, what I think is that you wanted to get caught by the dashingly handsome Sturmhond. The only thing that leaves me quite puzzled is why. Do you plan to kill me? Take my ship? Tell all of your pirate buddies that you fought Sturmhond and won?” Nikolai clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Many men have tried to do the same, and yet none have succeeded. Why do you think that is?”

“Probably because you talked them to death,” the captain scoffed, sweat forming at his brow. Another lesson in diplomatic training. How to talk for long periods of time making people believe that it’s about something important, but really nothing of any value was said. It was strange. There didn’t seem to be much difference between pirates and political figures, but that rabbit hole was for another time.

“Good guess, but no.” Nikolai shook his head. “It’s because I don’t let my crew do my dirty work for me.” He lowered his voice. “If you want that ship, you’re going to have to kill me for it, and I assure you I won’t make it easy.”

“I’ve killed much stronger men for less,” he sneered.

Nikolai couldn’t hold in the bout of laughter that erupted. While he was aware that there were much stronger men than him out there, he just couldn’t imagine that he’d killed them considering he wasn’t smart enough to notice what Nikolai was really playing at. “I’m sure. And were those much stronger men the ones that you smuggled these goods from?”

“I’m not wasting any more time with this.” The captain raised his hand slightly–a signal to his grisha to stop his heart right then and there. Nikolai waited patiently, but as he already suspected, nothing happened. While Nikolai was busy monologuing, Tolya had discreetly dropped their pulses. His grisha were taking a nice long nap, which meant that they could go ahead and wrap this up in a nice little bow. Surely, he wasn’t dumb enough to actually try and fight him on his own.

Tamar couldn’t suppress a smirk from playing on her lips, and Nikolai had to admit, he was having a hard time doing so as well.

“You don’t make your crew do your dirty work, eh?” The captain raised his eyebrows.

“They just made it a fair fight. I told you, if you want my ship, you’ll have to kill me for it. What I meant was that you would have to kill me for it, so if you’d like to try, go ahead, or you can hand over the goods you stole and we’ll call it a day; though I’d like to get this over with quick. There’s somewhere I need to be, so make up your mind quickly.”

“Why you little–” The captain’s sentence was cut short. He clutched his chest and fell to the deck, blood trickling from his lips. Nikolai frowned. Tolya and Tamar were right beside him and they hadn’t moved, awaiting his orders.

“Did you?” Tamar looked at Tolya who shook his head.

“No, but it was a heartrender.”

Nikolai glanced around the ship once more, trying to find a sign of another ship or crew. The Kerch’s grisha were down and they were the only others on the boat. Was it someone on the Kerch’s crew? Why would they want him dead?

“There’s no one else around.” Tamar stated, though her grip hadn’t loosened on her weapons.

“We have to assume the worst,” Nikolai warned. “If there is another heartrender on the ship, then I’m sure they aren’t happy with us, so stay sharp.”

“There’s no need. My qualms aren’t with you.” A girl stepped into view from the captain’s quarters. He hadn’t even realized the door was open. She looked to be around his age–seventeen or eighteen.

She stepped over the dead captain, standing in front of them, clearly not afraid. Nikolai grabbed his pistol, Tamar and Tolya wielding their respective weapons as well. It was no use. Had she wanted him dead, she wouldn’t have come out. She could have easily had the three of them down in seconds. No this was a personal vendetta against the captain.

“Why?” Tamar asked.

“So that I can get off of this stupid fucking boat.”

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