#and i love that in a . darker way 😀

[kuiinncedes]

how did i stay like awake enough to finish reading that tho

[starsenha]

HALLOWEEN NIGHT / L.H

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x harddom!heeseung

Genre ◊ SMUT, established relationship

Warnings ◊ SMUT (minors dni), kinda roleplay, chocking, lots of cursing, degradation, fingering, lots and lots of dirty talk, bigdick!hee, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, against a wall

Word count ◊ 5,2k

Summary ◊ it was halloween and you decided to stay home with your boyfriend. you thought it would be a quiet movie night, until you were talking and you told him serial killers kinda turn you on.

a/n: 😀😀 hee has me on a chokehold recently sooooooo, enjoy!

It was a chilly Halloween night, and you and your boyfriend Heeseung had decided to spend it in the cozy warmth of your apartment. While the rest of the world was out attending costume parties, trick-or-treating, or watching horror movies, you both opted for a more intimate and relaxed night in. Candles flickered around the living room, and the scent of pumpkin-spice lattes hung in the air. The windows were cracked open just enough to let the cool breeze sneak in, adding to the autumnal ambiance. You sat across from each other on the couch, your legs curled under a thick blanket as you sipped on wine, engaged in casual conversation. 

But tonight, the conversation had taken an unexpected turn.

You had always been open with Heeseung, never hiding your thoughts or desires. Tonight was no exception. As the topic wandered from one thing to another, you finally admitted something you’d kept buried for a while. 

“I’ve always been… kind of into serial killers,” you said, your voice low but steady, your gaze meeting his as if daring him to be shocked. “I know it sounds crazy, but there's just something about it, something thrilling. Dangerous.”

Heeseung’s brows shot up in surprise. He wasn’t naive about your personality — you had always shown him you were more than the "good girl" everyone assumed you were on campus. He loved that side of you, the one that craved excitement and darkness. But this? This was new. He leaned back slightly, his lips curling into an amused grin.

“Oh?” he said, his voice deepening with curiosity. “Serial killers, huh?”

You nodded, biting your lip, feeling a little heat rise to your cheeks. But you didn’t feel embarrassed. Not with him. “I find it… hot. Sexy, even. Knives, the thrill of being hunted. It just does something to me.”

Heeseung blinked, clearly processing what you had just said, but there was no judgment in his eyes. If anything, his expression only became more intrigued. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head slightly. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”

“I know,” you said, your lips curling into a playful smirk. “Does it freak you out?”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Not at all. I mean, I always knew you had a wild side, but damn.”

He scooted closer to you on the couch, the blanket shifting as he moved. There was something darker, more intense in his eyes now. As if a switch had flipped. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere, your heart pounding a little harder as his fingers grazed your thigh.

Then he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice lowering to a near-whisper. “What if I were a killer, and you were my next victim? What would you do?”

The question sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just his words but the way he said them — his tone dripping with menace, yet still teasing. The line between playful and dangerous blurred instantly, your mind spinning as your pulse quickened. You swallowed, your voice trembling with excitement.

“I-I guess I’d run,” you said, almost breathless.

Heeseung smirked, his eyes flashing with something darker. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding it just tight enough to make you feel the tension. “You’d run? Good. I’d chase you. And when I catch you, I’d make sure you knew just how much trouble you’re in.”

Your breath hitched. You were entirely caught up in the moment, the shift in energy sending a thrill through your body. He was so good at this, so convincing. It was like his entire demeanor had transformed. The Heeseung you knew, the sweet, playful boyfriend, had vanished — replaced by someone darker. Someone dangerous.

“Run,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. His grip on your wrist loosened just enough for you to slip free. 

You didn’t think twice. You bolted off the couch, your heart pounding in your chest as you darted towards the hallway. It felt ridiculous, but at the same time, thrilling. Your legs carried you down the hallway, past the bathroom, towards the bedroom. You could hear his footsteps behind you, slow and deliberate, but menacing in a way that sent a jolt of excitement through you. You knew he wasn’t rushing after you — he was savoring the chase, playing the part.

You ducked into the bedroom, your breath coming in quick bursts, your pulse racing. The thrill of being hunted made your body tingle with excitement. You quickly hid behind the door, pressing your back against the wall, trying to control your breathing. Your mind raced as you listened for his footsteps.

The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the faint creak of the floorboards as Heeseung moved closer. You could almost hear your own heartbeat in your ears, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Then, his voice broke through the silence.

“Where are you hiding, baby?” Heeseung called out, his voice calm but with a sinister edge that made your skin prickle. “I’ll find you. And when I do, you’re mine.”

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from making a noise. Every part of you was buzzing with a mixture of fear and arousal. He was so good at this, it was almost terrifying.

Then, you heard the bedroom door creak open. You held your breath, pressing yourself further against the wall. Heeseung stepped into the room, and you could feel his presence, his calm but dangerous energy filling the space. He was close now, so close.

Suddenly, you heard the unmistakable sound of something metal scraping along the doorframe. You peeked out from your hiding spot and saw him holding a knife — not real, but the fake one he’d used for his Halloween costume last year. It glinted in the dim light of the room, and the sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it wasn’t real, but the image of him holding it was enough to make your heart race even faster.

“I know you’re in here,” Heeseung said, his voice dark and smooth. “You can’t hide from me forever.”

You couldn’t help it — a small whimper escaped your lips. Heeseung’s head snapped in your direction, his eyes locking onto you in an instant. 

“There you are,” he purred, his voice sending another thrill through you.

You bolted from your hiding spot, trying to make a dash for the door, but Heeseung was faster. He grabbed you, pinning you against the wall in one swift, practiced motion. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him. The knife was pressed lightly against your throat — not enough to hurt, but just enough to send your pulse skyrocketing.

“You didn’t run fast enough, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Now you’re mine.”

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart pounding against your chest. The fear, the thrill of it all, had you completely entranced. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, filled with a mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous.

"Look at you," Heeseung growled, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “All worked up because you like dangerous shit, huh?”

You tried to respond, but his grip on your face tightened, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to keep you still. Your heart pounded in your chest, the mixture of fear and arousal overwhelming every sense.

“Fuck,” he scoffed, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “I didn’t know you were this filthy, baby. Liking knives and serial killers? You’re even freakier than I thought.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a wave of heat through your body. “What’s wrong with you?” he mocked, his voice dark and teasing. “Huh? Does this shit really get you wet?”

Heeseung’s free hand trailed down your body, fingers ghosting over the curves of your waist, deliberately slow, teasing. His touch was rough, your skin tingled under his fingers, the anticipation driving you insane.

“You’re sick,” he continued, his voice thick. “Getting off on being hunted like some prey. Do you even realize how fucked up that is?”

You whimpered, the tension in the air building to an almost unbearable level. He smirked, clearly enjoying the way you responded to his words. His hand finally settled on your throat, not squeezing too hard, but enough to remind you that he had all the power in this moment.

“What’s that, baby?” he cooed mockingly. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you too busy dripping over the thought of me fucking you like the dirty little slut you are?”

Your body trembled under his grip, the combination of his degrading words and the roughness of his touch sending a wave of heat straight to your pussy. Heeseung’s smirk only deepened when he saw the effect he was having on you. 

“Yeah,” he growled, his breath hot against your skin. “You fucking like this, don’t you?”

He chuckled darkly, his hand still gripping your throat as he leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning your body as if you were something he owned, something he could play with however he wanted.

“I should’ve known,” he sneered. “That ‘good girl’ act on campus? Total fucking bullshit. I bet no one knows how much of a dirty little freak you really are. Getting wet for knives and killers. How fucked up is that, baby?”

You tried to speak, but Heeseung’s grip on your throat tightened just enough to cut off any response. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your jaw as he spoke.

“Tell me,” he hissed. “What else gets you off? Huh? Is it the thought of me chasing you down, pinning you to the ground, making you beg for me to stop?”

Heeseung's words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn’t help but whimper, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it. He chuckled, low and dangerous.

“Fucking pathetic,” he mocked, shaking his head. “I barely even touched you, and you’re already whining like a little bitch.”

Heeseung’s hand finally left your throat, but before you could even process the loss of his grip, he grabbed your waist roughly, spinning you around and shoving you against the wall. The impact sent a thrill through you, your cheek pressing against the cool surface as his body pressed into yours from behind. His hands roamed over your body, possessive and rough, his touch almost punishing.

“Bet you’d love that,” he continued, his breath hot against the back of your neck. “Me hunting you down like some fucking animal. Catching you and making you scream my name. You’d probably fucking love it if I tied you up, left you helpless, wouldn’t you?”

You gasped as his hand slid between your legs, the roughness of his touch sending a shockwave through you. His fingers ghosted over your panties, accessible because of the skirt you were wearing.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his fingers brushing against the heat of your pussy. “Fuck, you really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

You whimpered again, the sound desperate and needy. But Heeseung wasn’t having it. He pulled his hand away abruptly, making you gasp in frustration. You tried to push back against him, but he quickly grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind you and against your back.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he mocked, his voice a low growl. “You don’t get to fucking move until I say so.”

You bit your lip, your body trembling with need. Heeseung chuckled darkly again, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice laced with amusement. “Begging for me without even saying a word. You’re so fucking desperate. Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to treat you like the filthy little whore you are?”

“Yeah,” you finally managed to choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Please…”

“Please, what?” he mocked, his grip on your wrists tightening. “Use your fucking words.”

“Please, hee, just… fuck me,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible.

He let out a dark laugh, leaning in so close that his lips brushed your ear again. “Oh, I’ll fuck you, baby. But you’re gonna have to fucking beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the little slut you are.”

Your mind was spinning, every nerve in your body on fire. The way he talked to you — it was everything you’d ever fantasized about and more. You needed him, desperately, and the thought of him making you beg only made you want it more.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Please, hee. Fuck me. I need it. I need you.”

He smirked, clearly satisfied with your response. “That’s more like it,” he growled. “But remember, baby. I’m in fucking control here. And you’re going to take everything I give you.” 

Heeseung released your wrists, but before you could even catch your breath, he grabbed your hips roughly, positioning you exactly how he wanted. His fingers dug into your skin, his touch harsh and demanding. You could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He made you arch your back, your hips and meeting his.

“Now,” he growled, his voice dark and filled with promise. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember exactly who owns you.”

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back, his lips grazing your ear, and you could feel the raw power radiating off him in waves. You could feel his hard cock against your ass. You whimpered, your body trembling with anticipation. He dragged one of his hands up your side, rough and deliberate, before his fingers slipped between your legs again, teasing your slick heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice laced with amusement. “You’re soaking. All this just from me talking dirty to you?”

You could barely form words, your body so worked up from the tension he’d been building with every degrading word. You pushed back against him, desperate for more, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed your hips again, roughly holding you in place, preventing you from moving.

“Ah, not so fast,” he mocked, a dark laugh escaping his lips. “You’re not ready yet, baby. I’m not about to just fuck you like this without prepping you, or I'll hurt you."

You let out a small, needy whimper, your head spinning. Your breath hitched as his words sunk in, your body trembling even more under his touch. Heeseung wasted no time, sliding his fingers through your slick folds, spreading your arousal as he circled your clit with rough, teasing strokes. You moaned, your body arching involuntarily as the pleasure started to build.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his voice dark and rough with lust. “You’re practically begging for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, Hee… I need you.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “You’re gonna get me, baby. Every fucking inch. But I want you to be ready.”

Without warning, he slid one finger inside you, slow and deliberate, making you moan softly at the sudden intrusion. He was teasing you, taking his time as he pumped his finger in and out, the slickness of your arousal making it easy for him to push deeper. Your body responded instantly, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, clearly enjoying the way you clenched around him. “I’m gonna have to stretch you out real good if you’re gonna take my cock.”

Your pulse quickened at his words, the anticipation making your body tingle with need. Heeseung added another finger, the sensation sending a wave of heat through you as he began thrusting them in and out, faster this time, his touch rough and demanding. You moaned louder, your body reacting to every movement, every thrust of his fingers.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Take it, baby. You can handle this, can’t you?”

You nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pleasure built inside you, your body practically trembling under his dominance. His fingers moved faster, rougher, hitting all the right spots, and you could feel the tension in your core starting to coil tighter and tighter. He was prepping you, but he was also pushing you closer to the edge.

“You like that?” Heeseung mocked, his lips brushing against your ear again. “Being fucked by my fingers? I bet you’re imagining how good my cock’s gonna feel inside you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, f-fuck” you moaned, your voice shaky, desperate. “I want it. I want you.”

He let out a dark chuckle, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your legs weak. You gasped, your body jerking at the sensation, and Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened as he held you in place.

“I know you do, baby,” he growled. “But you need to be patient. I’m gonna stretch you out until you’re begging for my cock. And when I finally give it to you, I’m not gonna hold back. You’ll be fucking screaming my name.”

You whimpered, the mixture of pleasure and anticipation becoming almost unbearable. Heeseung added a third finger, the stretch sending a sharp thrill through your body as he worked you open, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with rough, relentless precision. You moaned louder, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, and Heeseung’s lips curled into a wicked grin at the sound.

“Fuck, you’re such a little slut,” he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. “Getting off on my fingers like this. I can feel how close you are. But you’re not coming yet. Not until my cock’s inside you.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body desperate for release. But Heeseung wasn’t giving you any mercy. He pulled his fingers out of you abruptly, making you gasp in frustration, your body aching from the sudden loss of sensation.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice filled with dark promise. “You don’t get to come until I’m buried deep, deep, inside you.”

You whimpered, your body trembling with need, and Heeseung chuckled darkly at your desperation. He shifted behind you, positioning himself so that you could feel the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, the sensation making your heart race. He was big — and even after a year, it still surprised you every time.

Heeseung gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back against him as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed just the tip in, slow and teasing, the stretch making you gasp. He held himself there for a moment, his breath hot against your neck, and you could feel every inch of him as he pressed against your slick heat.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “You’re gonna take all of me, baby. Every fucking inch.”

You moaned softly, your body trembling as he began to push deeper, the sensation of him stretching you open making your legs weak. He moved slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he sank into you, inch by inch, the stretch almost overwhelming.

“God, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “I can feel how desperate you are. You’re practically choking my cock, baby.”

You whimpered, your body trembling as he finally buried himself fully inside you, the feeling of him filling you completely making your head spin. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his grip on your hips tight and possessive.

Then, without warning, he pulled out halfway and slammed back into you with a rough, brutal thrust. You moaned loudly, the sudden impact sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and Heeseung chuckled darkly at your reaction.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You like being fucked rough. You like it when I own you like this.”

You could barely respond, your body trembling with pleasure as he began to fuck you with hard, relentless thrusts, each one driving deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and Heeseung’s voice was dark and rough as he degraded you with every word.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch of me. You’re mine. My filthy little slut.”

You moaned loudly, your body trembling under the force of his thrusts, and Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking tight. I’m gonna make you come all over my cock.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, and you could feel the tension in your core building rapidly, the pleasure overwhelming every sense.

Heeseung’s pace was relentless, his rough, powerful thrusts leaving you breathless and trembling. The sensation of him deep inside you, filling you completely, was overwhelming. Your mind spun, barely able to process the intensity of it all. The room seemed to blur around you, the only thing grounding you being the feel of Heeseung’s strong hands gripping your hips, the sound of his ragged breath against your ear, and the harsh slap of his body against yours.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growled, his voice deep and rough with lust. “Tight, warm, squeezing me like you never want me to stop.”

He drove into you harder, faster, each thrust shaking your entire body, and you were already teetering on the edge. The overwhelming pleasure coiled tight in your core, the knot growing tighter with each second as he pounded into you, not giving you a moment to breathe.

“I can feel you getting close,” he sneered, leaning in close to your ear. “You’re already about to come, aren’t you? I can feel how fucking desperate you are.”

You tried to respond, but the only sound that escaped your lips was a helpless moan. You were trembling, your body barely able to handle the intensity of his movements. You felt like you were going to explode, your entire body burning with pleasure as you clenched around him, trying to hold onto the last threads of control.

“Go on,” Heeseung growled, his voice dark and filled with amusement. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you lose it.”

His words sent you over the edge. With a desperate moan, you came hard, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. Your legs buckled beneath you, and Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened as he held you up, his pace never faltering. The way he kept driving into you, even as you pulsed around him, made your orgasm last longer, dragging you into a state of blissful helplessness.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Heeseung groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re fucking perfect when you come. Look at you, barely able to stand. So fucking ruined for me.”

Your breath came in ragged gasps, and you thought he might slow down, give you a moment to recover. But Heeseung had no intention of letting you rest. Instead, he pulled out for just a second, flipping you around so that you were now facing him. Before you could even catch your breath, he pushed you up against the wall again, lifting one of your legs and hooking it around his waist. With one rough thrust, he buried himself deep inside you once more, the sudden sensation making you cry out.

He started fucking you again, even rougher this time, each thrust harder and more intense than the last. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, and the overstimulation made your head spin. Your body was already trembling, barely able to keep up with the way he was taking you. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything except the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard, baby. I know you’re close again. I can feel it.”

You moaned, your head falling back against the wall, your body shaking as the pleasure built again, faster this time. You couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop yourself from spiraling towards another orgasm, and Heeseung knew it. He smirked, his hands gripping your hips harder as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, driving deeper into you with every movement.

“Come for me again,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding. “Come on, baby, I know you want to. I want to feel you fall apart for me.”

You couldn’t hold back. With a desperate cry, you came again, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure crashed over you, even stronger than the first time. Your mind went blank, the sensation overwhelming every sense, your body completely at Heeseung’s mercy.

“That’s it,” Heeseung groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction as he felt you pulsing around him. “Fuck, you’re so good for me. Coming like that again and again. You love it, don’t you?”

You were too far gone to answer, your body shaking as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you. But Heeseung didn’t slow down. He kept fucking you, his thrusts hard and relentless, pushing you further and further into a haze of pleasure. Your mind couldn’t keep up, the overstimulation making your body twitch with every thrust, your moans becoming more desperate, more breathless.

“You’re mine,” Heeseung growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “You’re fucking mine, and I’m not stopping until I get every last fucking drop out of you.”

You whimpered, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built again. You didn’t think it was possible, but Heeseung was driving you towards another orgasm, your body responding to him even though you were already completely spent. The overstimulation was almost too much, your mind spinning as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge again.

“Look at you,” he sneered, his voice filled with dark amusement. “You can barely fucking stand, and you’re still so desperate for more. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, barely able to form words as your body trembled under his relentless pace. “I’m yours… Heeseung, please…”

“Fuck, that’s right,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You’re fucking mine.”

With one last hard thrust, he drove you over the edge again, your body convulsing as another orgasm tore through you. This one was different — it was so intense, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t even think. Your vision blurred, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed you entirely. You could barely breathe, your mind completely blank as you fell apart for him.

Heeseung groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, his own breath ragged and uneven. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “You’re fucking perfect when you come for me like that.”

You could barely keep your eyes open, your body trembling and weak, but Heeseung wasn’t done with you yet. He didn’t stop, didn’t give you a moment to recover. His thrusts were still as hard and rough as ever, pushing you further and further into a haze of pleasure and overstimulation. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, your body completely at his mercy as he took everything from you.

“Tell me,” Heeseung growled, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you gasped, barely able to form the words. “I belong to you.”

Heeseung smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Damn right you do,” he growled. “And I’m not stopping until you’ve come so many times you can’t fucking think straight.”

He wasn’t lying. You lost track of how many times he made you come after that. Each orgasm blurred into the next, the pleasure overwhelming every sense until your mind was nothing but a haze of need and desire. You were shaking, trembling, barely able to form coherent thoughts, but Heeseung didn’t stop. He kept pushing you, kept driving you towards the edge over and over again, his voice dark and commanding in your ear.

By the time he finally let you collapse, you were completely spent, your body trembling and weak. You could barely think, your mind still spinning from the intensity of everything he’d done to you. But as Heeseung pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel completely satisfied, completely owned by him.

“You did so good, baby,” Heeseung whispered softly, his voice filled with affection now that the storm had passed. “So fucking good for me.”

You barely had the energy to respond, but you smiled, feeling safe and content in his arms.

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

flower therapy | f. odair

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summary: after being rescued from the capitol’s torturous clutches, your boyfriend, finnick odair, assists you with recovering from haunting memories and ptsd.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: finnick being major boyfriend material, soft reader, mentions of torture, ptsd, panic attack, hurt/comfort, fluff

notes: the way i lowkey triggered myself into a panic attack while writing this?? i’m okay now though 😀

word count: 1.3k

Post-traumatic stress mental rehabilitation. That is what the psychiatric doctors of District Thirteen suggested after you were rescued from being captured and tortured in the Capitol. Their methods sounded daunting and all too familiar—sterile white rooms, memory flash cards, persistent strangers who would force you to relive your trauma so you could 'work through it'.

Finnick did not like the sound of that one bit. So, he offered an alternative.

Post-traumatic stress mental rehabilitation. The label was a mouthful. Finnick preferred to call it "flower therapy". Twice a week, you and Finnick were authorised to spend two hours above ground where you would sit in a nearby meadow, make daisy chains, and occasionally open up about what happened in the Capitol.

You liked to call it "the power of flowers". Stupid, but saying it always formed a little smile on your face and there was no harm in simple joy considering the cruelties you had endured. Most of the time, you were silent and would lie in Finnick's arms while making flower crowns. He was always patient; he understood you needed time. Day after day, he proved his unconditional love, and you thanked the universe for blessing you with such an incredible man.

"Oh no," you whispered.

"What is it?"

You dangled your broken daisy chain in front of you and Finnick.

"Oh no," he echoed.

Your back rested against his chest and his arms enveloped your body as he held his own effortlessly crafted yellow chain in your lap. Apparently, years of weaving fishing nets creates a master of making daisy chains.

"Here," he said, positioning his own flower crown on your head. "Beautiful."

Smiling, you turned your head to face him. "I'm going to tell everyone I made it."

The flowers sat like a golden halo atop your head, beaming just as bright as the smile Finnick had bloomed at the sight of you. Beauty was everything that you were; not just outwardly, but within the confines of your mind too. Flowers and sunlight were interwoven with your soul, making up the essence of who you were—loving and warm-hearted. One of the many reasons Finnick had fallen in love with you.

He would forever want to remain in your garden, tending to and protecting every petal that blossomed.

His thumb swiped affectionately across your cheek. "Of course you are, you thief," he murmured, grinning. "You owe me."

Your stomach flooded with butterflies and you leaned in, tenderly kissing him with soft pink lips. Finnick cupped your cheek, stroking the baby hairs of your hairline with his fingers as he smiled against your mouth. Even your lips tasted like sweet nectar to him.

After you pulled away, you settled back into his embrace, sinking into those arms that shielded you from any and all harm.

"Okay, I suppose you're forgiven," Finnick said, the smile present in his voice.

You toyed with his fingers while wearing a glowing smile of your own, his arms lovingly wrapped around your body. Oh, you loved him so endlessly.

As the sun began to lower, a mixture of orange and pink clouds blanketed the sky. The trees surrounding the meadow cast large shadows throughout the area, making it appear much darker than it really was. A subtle shift in the once tranquil atmosphere rippled through the meadow, happiness now becoming a distant and unreachable feeling.

The broken daisy chain crumpled in your hands no longer shined in the sun like a beautiful mess. It instead looked tangled. Chaotic. Darkened by the dimming light and transformed into something sinister that resurfaced haunting memories of the Capitol—twisted IV tubes filled with unknown substances, chains that removed layers of skin, decaying white roses that covered the floor of your cell.

Heaviness clutched at your heart, suffocating you from within.

Finnick sensed the sudden shift, loosening his hold around you as he whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I—I don't know," you stammered, the air thinning around you.

The wilting daisies started to taint your hands with darkness, creeping slowly up your arms and causing them to tremble. Finnick, who noticed your fixation on the daisy chain, gently took the flowers from your grasp and set them aside.

It was too late; the panic had already set in.

He turned your body to the side in his lap, forcing you to face him. Your eyes flickered with worry. No amount of pain could compare to the heartbreak he felt seeing you like this.

"Hey. Hey, look at me," he urged, his tone soothing. "Breathe with me, alright? In..." He inhaled deeply through his nose. "And out."

But it was no use. Air was caged within your lungs, burning like fiery hot whirlwinds inside your chest. It was all you could do to force rapid shallow breaths out of your mouth.

"No, no!" A tear fell from your eye as you fervently shook your head. "Finn, I ca—I can't."

"Yes, you can, baby," he said, pushing aside the hair that obscured your vision. His eyes searched the area, looking for anything that could help distract your frantic mind. That is when he spotted a small flock of birds perched on one of the tree branches, instantly recognising their black feathers and sharp beaks. "Look. See those birds? They're mockingjays."

Finnick pointed up at the tree, gaining your attention which then shifted to the birds that were gawking down at you with curious tilting heads. Mockingjays. Katniss. Rebellion. Hope. You focused all your attention on the little black birds and listened to Finnick's reassuring voice.

"They'll repeat any tune you make," he continued, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Can you do that for me? Try and whistle something for them?"

Attempting to control your ragged breathing, you jerkily nodded. Songs from the world before the war overtook your mind. At first, it was overwhelming as your mind scrambled for a suitable melody, fuelling your panicked state. But then you heard something familiar and focused on the familiar tune, one that was from your childhood.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep, my little baby,

When you wake you shall have,

All the pretty little horses.

It was a lullaby your mother sang whenever you were upset. Seemed fitting considering the situation. You managed to whistle the first few notes, albeit a little wobbly of course, hardly noticing the air that was starting to flow more freely into your lungs.

"That's it, sweet girl."

Once the mockingjays began echoing the song throughout the forest—far more beautifully than your broken whistles—you continued the melody until the end. When you finished, the birds continued to repeat the tune, singing your mother's lullaby over and over in the trees of District Thirteen.

Whilst sat cradled in Finnick's embrace, you quietly hummed along as he stroked soft patterns on your arm. Darkness and pain were long forgotten now. Your body no longer trembled with fear nor did your breathing. Memories of the Capitol's brutality were locked away and hidden in the back of your mind, diligently guarded by the man whose arms you lay in.

Golden beams filtered through the tree trunks; the sun was now lowered enough to let the warm light in, illuminating both you and Finnick. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, wrapping you up even tighter in his arms now that he was certain the worst had passed.

You clutched onto his arm and blew out a final stabilising breath, finding comfort in the strength and protection he held. The side of your head rested against his chest, the beats of his heart harmonising like a drum with the mockingjays' song.

You wanted to apologise but knew his response would be dismissive. You wanted to tell him how deeply you loved and appreciated him but knew your words would fail you.

So, you remained silent.

"You're safe," Finnick whispered into your hair. "Right here, right now. I promise."

Right here, right now, you repeated in your mind. In Finnick's arms, you were safe. You were loved.

tags: @tayrae515

[ghostgirl101]

Being In A Relationship With Feyd-Rautha Would Be Like This...

A/N: Yes yesss, I'm back from the deepest depths of the dead, finals kicked my ass earlier but now its almost october and I'll burn any exam paper I see from this moment onwards 😀 don't even question why I used this gif, it pretty much summarises the whole headcanon lmao🖤so enjoy it and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist thing at the end. Keep in mind that requests are not open currently, as I'm catching up with ones already in my inbox for Dune and other dark fandoms.

Warnings: Kind of dark themes, mid violence.. it's Feyd Rautha, idk what to tell you 😐

Next Week's Fanfic: Headcanons for a love triangle between you, Feyd-Rautha and Paul Atreides 😎😎

☠︎︎• You got yourself into some weird territory with this one 😵‍💫

☠︎︎• If you're expecting any semblance of stability and pure romance, then I'd turn and run for the Dunes to find Paul instead, because this Harkonnen doesn't have an ounce of level sanity in him, and the amount of spiking tension you'll have to cope with on a daily basis is enough to give anyone a literal heart attack 💀💀

☠︎︎• My guesses are that you were introduced to Feyd-Rautha as either a pretty young Bene Gesserit girl chosen to weave her way into his life to continue the bloodline, or he liked the look of you when he was off-world in one instance to look over Spice production with his uncle, and took you back as a trophy because he liked the look of you. So lucky you. 🙃

☠︎︎• This boy is an absolute sadist and an unpredictable unhinged mess, so there's a lot to get used to, and even when you do get used to things, it could all flip and spin just as quickly. It would take a hell of a time to truly understand Feyd-Rautha enough to predict him one hundred per cent and longer to have his trust that you won't run off or try betraying him.

☠︎︎• There's definitely a kind of dangerous allure to him that he uses to his advantage, a smug grin on his face when he enters the arenas, most likely to make kills in your name. It wouldn't be a massive surprise if you became some figure in Giedi Prime to sacrifice the dead to, like some kind of goddess of the kill (ik that sounds dramatic as hell, but i see it happening .-.)

☠︎︎• Feyd-Rautha is absolutely not used to the concept of looking out for anyone other than himself, or feeling anything close to respect and love for anyone other than himself. So the relationship he forces between you and him is a shaky and slow-burning bond that works in its own weird ways and quirks, and adapts to him and him only, so there are a lot of adjustments to be made on your end. Because even though Feyd isn't sensitive in the general sense, he's majorly unpredictable, and one wrong word could set him off. Just, tread carefully in the early days.

☠︎︎• If you want affection in any other way than corpses and bruising hickies, it may take a little while, because he has no idea how to pull that kind of gentleness off, and doesn't necessarily want to either. But if it's something that'll get you to submit to his hold over you more, then he'll come round to it, and when there's absolutely no one else in the area, you might get some actual, genuine passion, though there's always a part of it mixed in with some darker conflict in him.

☠︎︎• If you want attention from him, you've got it anyway. Feyd has his own form of attachment, pretty much an obsession, but it's always tangled in with his desire to dominate and possess. It's a suffocating relationship and tipped-scales dynamic, and the only way you can really get him to see your side of things is by wording it in ways that'll make it sound like it was his idea in the first place, and that the reason is because it'll feel better for him.

☠︎︎• Needless to say, if you're a little firmer and have a dark side to you (i'll make a safe bet that you do if you want this guy x_x) this Harkonnen is a thrill seeker to the extreme, someone always looking to feel something new and raw and insatiable, like the sharpest peaks of ecstasy and adrenaline, so will he try out new stuff with you even though it sounds mental and freaky and dangerous? That's a rhetorical question.

☠︎︎• Despite all the bloodshed and his ruthless havoc in the arenas, taking lives and living for the pain of it, believe it or not, Feyd is actually vulnerable in the least suspecting way. He doesn't have an emotional connection with anyone, because he's an unhinged psycho amongst a crowd of pale unhinged psychos who expect nothing less (and.. have you watched the film?? It's confirmed that this dude has mummy issues, so... i'm just saying, look at this hc's front gif 😏)

☠︎︎• If we're talking romance and affection, just think intense. Intense intense intense, because that's the best way to describe it. His hugs are breathtakingly tight and forcefully smothering, and he doesn't kiss, he full-on makes out with you. Public or not doesn't matter, it's just an opportunity to mark you as his in front of an audience, and he'll gladly perform, so suck up your shyness.

☠︎︎• Thinking of pet names, I see Feyd-Rautha calling you either by just your true first name and having everyone else address you just by your general title, or using other typical nicknames he'd use with satisfied smirks and lingering looks. Maybe his dearest darling, because you're higher than the pets he feeds and used before you (apparently they're called harpies??!? idk what the heck lol) I don't see him saying my love or honey unless he's just being a jackass in an argument, because I'm betting my life savings this boy only eats bitter things, and he sure as hell can't define love like you can.

☠︎︎• Feyd comes across as pretty dominant in everything he does, which is right, and even if it's you questioning him, he'll throw a dangerous fit that escalates within a second no one sees, so, again you have to be clever with the way you word things. You physically and mentally cannot be independent with Feyd-Rautha, because he'll break that spirit right out of your soul. Would he physically hurt you? Not badly, no, but just don't push him, because he'll lash out without a second thought in the moment of impulse.

☠︎︎• Again with the independence, another thing that stops you from getting any is how absolutely suffocatingly obsessive he can get, which turns on his possessiveness. You're essentially an extension of himself, something that's peaceful and pure and perfect in so many ways he'll never understand and will always pull your mind apart to try to. So if any other skulking Harkonnen looking to impress you by challenging Feyd himself or devoting a kill in the arena to you, has immediately chosen the slowest, most humiliating death, that you'll probably be tied down to watch -_-

☠︎︎• And if he can tell in even the smallest way that you're drawn to someone aside from him, there's a chance you'll be kept locked up in his chambers for a month or two with no servants, nothing breathing at all permitted to trespass except him, until he's satisfied and you have him wrapped around your finger again. And that means you can get him to do practically anything if it benefits him and draws you closer, like a kill.. to maybe even destroying a whole planet, it's not impossible for him. Once he has his mind set on something, he's a hunter, he's found his target, and he'll go wild until he destroys it.

☠︎︎• He's protective in the way that he will not let you die, or get hurt in any way by any person other than him. If another Harkonnen draws your blood in the tiniest scratch, or hurts your feelings in some way, Feyd will use that as an excuse to wring their necks. You're his to look at and admire and dress up and be close to and make you feel things, so anyone else daring to step up beside you will get knocked down and fed to his darlings. The only time you'll actually see him being doting and surprisingly, cautiously gentle is when he's healing a wound without the audience of any nurses or outside help, an uncharacteristic and uncomfortable silence in the air as he concentrates and gets you back to rights.

☠︎︎• The moments where he'll allow himself to be truly close to you go unspoken, like in the cold hard nights of Geidi Prime, where he pulls you up from your bed and tugs you down the short dark corridor to dump you in his own instead, with nothing else but the need to feel smotheringly close to someone who understands how his mind works. You'll remind him of his mother, and that's all good, so long as you stay by him and with him always, because if you take the opportunity to turn and run, don't let him catch you in the act. There's a 50/50 chance he'll keep you in his rooms for the rest of the relationship, or just straight-up kill you and take in your memories and mind to possess you that way ._.

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Next Week's Fanfic: Headcanons for a love triangle between you, Feyd-Rautha and Paul Atreides 😎😎 ⊹˚₊‧───────────────────────────────────────────‧₊˚⊹

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added to this for my future Dune fanfics): @milaeth @ennycutie @nckcn @void21 @leighta @williamtt33 @deathsimp @tatumrileyslover @beebumbo @the-dark-dreamer25 @lilepad @skboo @keicdcat @1950schick @reggiesmoon @velosrantipole @yoonessa @anonymjuni @saturnhas82moons @xlxnq @frickyea-guacamole19 @meowmeeps @chalklate

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[jojoblessed365]

Glinda's arc in Wicked: For Good mirrors Elphaba's arc in Wicked: Part 1 + a complex and darker version of her arc in Wicked Part 1

Okay, this is mostly based on the movie version of Act 1 and the Broadway version of Act 2, but here goes:

Glinda at the beginning of WFG is a persona of what might've happened had Elphaba got everything she wanted (and almost got at the end of Act 1) as sung in "The Wizard and I" as well as what Glinda herself wanted- Madame Morrible's "approval", marrying Fiyero and the public's love. But even she can acknowledge that there are certain flaws in this dream- this is encapsulated in "Thank Goodness". So in a way, she's living both Elphaba's and her own dream.

And then the hits start coming much like in Act 1 for Glinda: Fiyero leaving her for Elphaba is a parallel to Madame Morrible favouring Elphaba over her and Elphaba even having the metaphoric upper hand over her despite the entire school being on Glinda's side as seen in "What is this Feeling?"; Madame Morrible showing her true colors and giving a reality check to Glinda during "March of the Witch Hunters" paralleling the time this very person begrudgingly allowed her into her sorcery seminar and very much letting her know that she has no faith in her; and the realization that Elphaba is in real trouble that might lead to her death and the remorse that comes with it along with knowing that she's also indirectly responsible for Nessa's death circles back to the remorse she felt when Elphaba shows at the Ozdust and becomes the laughingstock of the room. The time she mirrors Elphaba from Act 1 is when Elphaba discovers a very real issue of Animals being subjugated to silence and persecution through both Dr. Dillamond's Something Bad scene with his Animal colleagues and the Lion Cub scene.

I do think we can lump the Ozdust duet scene and Defying Gravity scene with For Good- all 3 scenes are pivotal moments in Glinda and Elphaba's friendship. A big difference is that Glinda is now determined to make the sacrifices that she was unable and unwilling to do during Defying Gravity.

Glinda confronting the Wizard and Morrible is very similar to Elphaba confronting the same persons in Act 1, only this time Glinda has the edge of incapacitating both of them with ease unlike Elphaba who became overwhelmed with the betrayal that occured (which is totally valid given that she discovered so many facts that she learnt since childhood crushed in many heartbreaking ways). And like Elphaba riding off into the pink sunset as the newly christened Wicked Witch of the West, Glinda sets off to try to become Glinda the Good. I really hope there's a visual parallel to part 1's ending where Elphaba looks back as she exits Oz with Fiyero and Glinda is seen looking skywards within her bubble as we hear the final "WICKED"!!!

While writing this, I realize that Madame Morrible to Glinda is what Governor Thropp is to Elphaba. I may write another post as to how Madame Morrible ironically pushes Glinda in both Acts to do and become good when being (no pun intended, maybe just a little) wicked/cruel to her.

Would love to see others expand upon this. 😀

[psychedeliclulu]

Every now and then I remember the concept I thought of for a fic in which Adachi failed the university entrance exam and ran away from home out of fear and shame.

Taking trains at random, as if he were guided by something, he arrives in Inaba and there a voice offers him a way to leave the world that makes him suffer behind forever.

He enters the TV and Adachi Tohru officially disappears.

Over the years the fog began to get thicker and thicker in Inaba until in 2011 began to be the first cases of a phenomenon very similar to apathetic syndrome.

Adachi lives in an identical Inaba but populated only by shadows. He no longer has obligations and duties. He is at peace.

The passage of time becomes increasingly distant as do human needs such as hunger.

Every now and then even the presence that allowed him to enter TV comes visits him but always elusive, shrouded in fog.

When he feels homesick or bored, he observe the real world through the TV...but as the goddess always points out to him, the outside world is full of many conflicting desires that make people unhappy.

He shouldn't be ashamed of his choice.

And so Adachi continues to remain there. To mock the rest of humanity, to think 'It would be better if this and that world became one. Shadows live happily. I'm happy like this.'

The fog is 'produced' by Adachi.

He is becoming less human and more divine (Izanagi) as the years go by, and his will as a 'gift' to others.

The shadows, who genuinely love him, begin to notice his heart becoming increasingly emptier and darker, his eyes golden.

One in particular, who seems more conscious and unique than the others (Teddie) will try to distance him from the TV world and the goddess, to make him find a passage back to his world.

But an angry Izanami will chase away that shadow and isolate Adachi even more, giving him access(confining him) to Yomotsu Hirasaka as a sign of true love and trust making him her new(old) husband.

Adachi he is very detached from his heart, his will almost one with that of the goddess.

There were few things keeping him human. His shadow friends and some of the inhabitants of Inaba that he had learned to love by watching their life as if it were a TV series (the Dojima family above all). Now there is nothing left.

Fortunately, Teddie's determination allows him to survive! Giving him a chance to seek outside help (Yu and the rest of IT).

Something like that 😀👍🏻✨

But I already have my hands full ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

If I ever managed Htkynagawi and another fic in parallel...it wouldn't be this one. I would prefer to somehow materialize the Soul Eater Au idea which constantly dwells in a corner of my mind, lurking😅

(too many ideas for long fics😭😭😭!!)

[yun-fangz]

I agree it is a bit difficult to find recent jongho fics lately, and as I am in love with this man it makes me sad.

so I am here!!!! I wanna ride him while he praises me for doing so good, I wanna mark up his pretty neck ESPECIALLY THAT GOD DAMNED FRECKLE ON HIS THROAT I LOVE IT SM JONGHO I SWEAR LIKE THIS MAN HAS ME ON MY KNEES FOR HIM ITS INSANE—

HIIIII THANK U FOR SLIDING IN <3 JONGHO NECK. i could go into heat just thinking about it oh my god his neck is so pretty i just want to nip and bite and kiss it SHEHWHWHWBE *rabid noises* anyway though heehehe lemme see what i can do 😁

thoughts under the cut! mdni.

just imagine him laying back on the pillows of your shared bed, eyes heavy as he trails them over your moving frame. you were eager to do so good for him, riding his cock like your life depended on it.

"yeah, work yourself on me just like that pretty girl" he'd say as you rock your hips against him.

"riding me so well, making me feel so good" he continued to praise in between the deep throws of pleasure.

the praise did nothing but spur you on, your lower body moving with a newfound passion as you leaned forward, connecting your lips with his for the nth time that night.

you let your lips mingle together for a while before moving and trailing open-mouthed kisses down his chin and straight to his neck. wasting no time, you immediately began to nip and suck at the sensitive skin.

jongho's hiss of pleasure had you clenching around him, slowing your pace ever so slightly to focus more on biting and marking all along his neck.

you continued to move around his neck, wanting to mark every inch of skin you could see, spending extra time on the area where his mole was placed.

feeling satisfied with your work, you move to sit back up and the view has you going absolutely feral. jongho with his heavy eyes staring right into yours, his neck littered in angry red marks, the skin slowly getting darker by the minute.

you couldn't help but moan out at how good he looked all marked up, identical to how you were at the moment.

it was romantic in the most primal way, marking eachother up to show that you belonged to one another.

he belonged to you just as you belonged to him.

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a/n: i got a little carried away...... sorry 😀

i also tried to include everything u mentioned while keeping it cohesive so i'm sorry if it seems a little off 😭 i'm still trying to get back into the throws of writing again after taking so much time off! lmk what u think tho LOLOLOL

rbs are appreciated :)

[tea-potato-gt]

Stør & Mizu in Lilliput pt. 1 (not canon)

Part 2 here

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A/N: I drew this a while ago, and intended to make this into a digital comic, but I ran out of time and it’s just been sitting around for MONTHS. So here’s the messy version 🫣🫠🤷‍♀️ the white marks are covering my notes from class, so just ignore it lol 😀

This takes place after Stør and Mizu are officially a couple 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 idk how they ended up on Lilliput and it honestly doesn't really matter lol because it’s not canon 🫡 enjoy!

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Stør began to panic as magical ropes snaked their way around the young giant’s body, restricting his movements.

Mizu’s eyes widened in terror, to watch the one she loves being treated this way. She cried out to him.

She turned to the culprits, a group of terrified humans who seemed to like to shoot first and ask questions later.

“STOP!” She yelled at them, “You have to right to treat him like this! He’s innocent—“

Wordlessly a couple of men grabbed Mizu.

“Don’t you touch me!” Mizu screamed, “Let me go!”

“Mizu?!” Stør heard the anger and panic in her voice and looked up at her to see she was surrounded by these strange and violent humans. She struggled as they began to drag her away.

In his moment of distraction, the ropes suddenly gained the upperhand and pulled tightly around his neck, forcing Stør on his hands and knees.

Stør’s blood ran cold as he realized he couldn’t breathe anymore, the ropes were constricting his airways.

Mizu saw the distress in his eyes as she continued to fight and scream his name. She begged the men dragging her away to let her go. She couldn’t bear to leave him.

He became light headed as his world grew darker and darker.

She screamed his name once more, but her voice was fuzzy and unfamiliar to his ears. She sounded so far away.

Through his closing tunnel vision, Stør could see tears stream down her face.

He promised her a long time ago that he would never be the reason she cried… but here she was crying because of him.

Something in him snapped.

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Part 2 here

[theragethatisdesire]

M!! So happy to see you pop up on the dash again 😀 since you asked for nasty things, (and in honor of halloween) any ideas of what sort of risqué costumes the AOT boys would love to see their s/o in?

HEYYY moch <333 so happy to see you in my asks, how are you my love?? i would LOVE to elaborate on this, thank you sm for such a seasonal and fun prompt

eren

ok, call him basic but i think eren would love any animal costume. bunny, cat, dog, whatever. i feel like he secretly loves giving you a silly pet name just for the night (sue me, but i think for this situation alone he would love calling you "bunny/kitten/puppy" for the night)

the ears are really cute to him idk why i just know it's true

i think he also loves anything matching he can do with you. prisoner + warden, beast boy + raven, jack skellington + sally, etc

i'm going to throw him in the same category as reiner here that he thinks "scarier" or i guess like darker, more intense costumes are sexy??

i think eren's all-time fav costume in that regard would be Misa from death note (totally not because that's my costume this year haha....) bc you know that's his Fav Anime Gf or like, the purge costumes where it's just girls covered in blood with machetes and the light up masks

he loves blood on a costume too i think that just really gets him going

jean

i feel like jean would love anything downright sexy, borderline whore-ish LOLOLOL

that sounds really vague, but i think he'd like anything that's been....corrupted?

sexy nun, sexy teacher, sexy nurse, etc. i think jean loves watching you pull your lingerie on and try to excuse it as a costume

definitely makes you 30 minutes late to the halloween party

i feel like he doesn't like to dress up much himself, like he's very snobbish in that aspect and feels "too mature" (what a brat), but he loves seeing yours and wants to come out with you every year to see what you put on and to fight guys off of you

reiner

okay so firstly, let's just go ahead and acknowledge that reiner wants to match with you, regardless of what you wear. let's just get that out of the way bc that's basically canon

i hope this doesn't sound too perverse, but i think reiner's a big fan of the more...scary/intense/darker stuff

like a vampire but genuinely scary with the eyes and shit for example, or like Misa from death note, shego from kim possible, one of the shining twins, whatever

he loves all of the Typical Goth Girl costumes

i also just picture him being such a black-cat-gf, my-gf-could-kick-my-ass type dude so maybe my personal headcanons are leaking in

but i also think he would just love anything punny. like any costume that has a little bit of a joke to it? he's a sucker for puns/dad jokes and i think he can also appreciate a wholesome moment

[the-californicationist]

Caliii! I hope you don’t mind me sharing my personal playlist regarding Ursa Major 🙏:

Aurora — The Seed

Aurora — Exist for Love

Sade — Tattoo

The Marías – Déjate Llevar. I LEGIT LISTEN TO THIS SONG ON LOOP EVERY TIME A NEW CHAPTER COMES OUT!

I don’t know why I love that song so much, but personally, it (kind of) fits the story? Probably the melody—even though I didn’t understand the lyrics at first. When I searched for an English translation, I said to myself, “Damnnn, this kind of fits John, and us readers, the Doctor.” I don’t know if the translation is accurate, but from what I saw on a couple of sites, it reminds me of them, coincidentally. (The whole song just adds to the experience, personally. Feels like whenever I listen to it while reading UM, I’m levitating—groundingly.)

(There’s more, but those four are my top go-to choices to listen to. Déjate Llevar being number one.) Anyway, sorry, I just wanted to ramble and yap and share.

Question though: Will the eggs grow larger inside of us until it’s time for us to oviposit the eggs in Dovecote? (😀😀😀12🥚🥚🥚) (...Cali, that's going to be 12 eggs, Cali... 12!!! 😀🥚 three for each of them right?! Unless I misunderstood that 👀.)

Sorry, it’s my first time reading something that includes such an act and harpies! And honestly… I’m intrigued and entertained! Happy and safe to say my first experience reading something like that has been good! Your other fics prepared me for that—especially Sin Eater 💖. Also, excited to read more about Bull Thistle and The Fifth Element. Anywaysss, 🐻🫂.

Louie!! I'm so glad you dropped me a message. It's always so good to see your pfp pop up here or on AO3.

🐻Loving the playlist! I just added Dejate Llevar to my tunes, and it slaps. I saw the NPR Tiny Desk Concert that this band was in, so I knew they sounded familiar. It really does capture the easy, slippery vibe going on between Doc and all this bear drama. Good shout! This is also my first intro to Aurora, and I'm hooked. UM's next chapter should be out before the end of the month. It needs... direction. I'm always doubting myself about it, but I need to just commit to the bit.

🥚Yes! A true dozen, which I thought was nice. A full pack. Y'know... I want to say that the eggs remain the same size, but perhaps the outer enamel hardens as they go through the fertilization process? Definitely going to be an adventure experiencing them on the way out just as much as it was on the way in. How did you do on the egg quiz? Hope you passed it. It was a test grade.

🩷I am so excited to hear that you enjoyed Bull Thistle. It's the first time in a long time that a fic has "come to me in a dream" with no external inspo. I think it means I'm finally healing from the fucking forest fire that was my life this winter/spring. I can't wait to yap about this damn fic. It's the same Johnny I always write, but he's been through so much, and he's in a weird place in his life. A little darker than Guile & Guilt, and maybe not a happy ending? idk I'm addicted to happy endings so don't quote me. But, it's more mature. Two adults who missed the "prime" of their lives now thinking that they are moving in two different directions and yet are drawn together by fate's inconvenient magnetism. I already started the next chapter. I can't stop. It's like I'm possessed.

☢️Don't even get me started on the Fallout crossover fic. It consumes me. It literally haunts me. I can feel it in my head. It's always there. I'm constantly on that island with her and those men, disassociating big time. I'm part way through the next chapter of this one, too.

Tell me again, why do I have four WIPs? Madness.

Smooches,

Cali Cat

[ladywitch700]

Need to finish, but that's a way better than two months ago, It's afternoon here and it's raining, I hope things are okay there

I LIKE THIS!!🤩🤩🤩

I really love the way you drew the horns ☆_☆ it's amazing 🥺💜

See? I told u, keep it up!!!😍👍👍👍👍

Who's this, btw? Is he just a random guy, or an oc? If yes, what's his name?😁

It's hot here, actually. Really hot •_•

I'm not feeling so good, being moody again. U remember I told u I had friends at school and I'm still contacting them on WhatsApp? They're all girls, btw, because I studied at a school for girls :)

The case is that, all of them one by one, getting married, and they're completely okay with that 😀 I mean, yeah man it's completely OK, but well.. I have some kind of bad experience with marriage and relationships etc, and I immediately feel bad when I learn that one of my friends is getting married :']

I don't know, maybe just because it reminds me of my past trauma when my older sis got married and "left us", my world became darker and that was how I started to change from an extrovert and sweet girl to an egoistic ***** :》

I'm talking too much 😅

[foxgloveprincess]

Sweet Innocence was the first series i read by you! 😀

Awwww, No Sweeter Innocence, my baby! I love my Poor, Sweet, Innocent Thing series. It has such a special place, bringing friendships my way and letting me explore darker fantasies. I can’t believe it’s been over 4 years since I started it and a little over 2 since I finished it.

But I think this series is the hardest to think of a secret for. I’ve always been such an open book about it. 🤔 I’ve said before that I’m working (and have been for farrrr too long) on binding the whole series as a book (I only have the cove/case left to put together and then attach it to the text block!!!). The whole thing together is around 500-ish pages. And I guess here are a few glimpses at it so far (under the cut)

Tell Me the One Fic You Associate With Me and I'll Tell You a Secret (or Fun Fact) About It

[fairy-writes]

Hey! Just saw your post about sending you darker than black requests! Glad there's still some other fans out there! 😀

Could you write something with an hei x afab! Civilian! Reader? But honestly I'll take anything at this point. There's so little darker than black content these days!

TO CATCH THE HEART OF A STAR

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Darker than Black

Pairing(s): Hei/Li Shengshun x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Civilian!Reader, Reader is described as shorter than Hei

Notes: I am trying so hard not to vibrate out of my seat in excitement.

I LOVE HEI OKAY

(Not as much as November 11… but Hei’s… my second choice.)

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Meeting Li Shengshun was a total accident, really.

You first meet him in the park in the middle of the night. The streetlights do little to illuminate the pitch-black space, so you don’t see the telescope until it’s right in front of your face. 

You yelp, stumble backward, and fall over onto your rear. Even in your haste, you make sure not to damage the undoubtedly very expensive scientific instrument. 

“Are you okay?” Comes a voice, and you swallow a scream of surprise. 

Turning around—still on the ground, mind you, you come face to face with a young man, maybe your age, with dark hair and a concerned look coloring his features. 

He’s handsome. Maybe a bit plain, but something about him has your heart fluttering. 

Abruptly, you realize he’s still staring, having extended a hand to help you up. You take it hastily,

“Uh… yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! Sorry for almost knocking over your telescope!” You quickly bite your tongue to keep from rambling. He pulls you to your feet easily, an apologetic smile on his face.

“It’s alright. I should have said something when I noticed you.” He says, and you huff out a laugh. It’s high and reedy, filled with nervousness, and you’re mentally kicking yourself. 

“I really should have been watching where I was going.” You retort almost playfully.

The conversation dies down before you brush off the seat of your work trousers and jab a thumb in the direction you were initially heading. 

“I really got to head home. Gotta feed my cat and all. It was nice meeting you…” He jolts as if not expecting you to speak. He’s speechless for a few moments before shaking your outstretched hand,

“Li Shengshun.” He says simply, and you grin, offering your own name in return. 

The two of you part ways, and you honestly don’t expect to see him again.

Until… you do.

You meet Li next at a work function. 

Some fancy-schmancy gala that you really didn’t want to go to. But hey, you were being paid to schmooze with rich folks, so you really couldn’t complain. Not when your job was on the line. 

So there you are, dressed to the nines in a smart-looking black dress and heels, nursing a glass of wine and laughing at some joke that wasn’t all that funny, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

And you turn to see Li Shengshun looking sheepish and uncomfortable. 

“Li? What are you doing here?” You hiss, and he offers a crooked smile. 

“Working, how about you?” He replies, and you sneak away from the group to follow the young man. 

You really hope he isn’t about to murder you or something.

No… he seems too sweet for that.

“It’s a work function. I have to be here.” You groan, and he lets out a quiet laugh. You glare and swat at him with an indignant “Don’t laugh at me!” He ducks under your sorry attempt at a hit with ease. The two of you make it to the hallway, and the noise from the gala dies down as the doors swing shut.

You lean against the wall and sigh, head thumping against it with your eyes closed. Your heels make your feet ache, and the wine makes your head spin slightly. 

Your friends had always said you were a bit of a lightweight.

“You okay?” Li asks, and you open your eyes to look at him. He has that same look of concern as when you first met. You shrug,

“I’m feeling absolutely smashing.” You say, and your words slur a bit. 

As you begin to sway, he holds you upright. And when you say you feel like you are about to throw up, he gets you to the restroom and makes sure you don’t vomit on your clothes or on the floor.

Perhaps you were more drunk than you thought. 

Hopefully, your boss doesn’t see you like this.

“Thank you, Li.” You mumble once he gets you situated in a taxi that is going to take you home. You have the window rolled down and are leaning out to say goodbye to the young man. 

But… instead of brushing you off… he offers that slightly crooked smile and shakes his head,

“It’s not a problem. Get home safe, yeah?” He says, and you nod, waving as the taxi pulls out into traffic.

“That was nice of your boyfriend.” The cabby comments, and you hide a surprised noise with a forced cough. 

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… just a friend.” You say, and the driver just laughs.

Could you call him a friend?

Surely, he thought of you as a nuisance. You took him away from his job and nearly broke his telescope. Undoubtedly, he thought you were annoying.

Right? 

You begin to see Li everywhere after that. 

Well… maybe not everywhere, but you see him around more often than you don’t now.

It’s a bit odd at first. But you discover later that it’s because Li lives in the area and does odd jobs at all hours. 

“So, what do you do for a living?” He asks one day as you are walking home from work. He had taken to walking with you when he gets home around the same time, seeing as you both usually got off the bus at the same stop. 

“Me? Oh… well… I’m a secretary for a businessman. Coordinate meetings and all that.” You explain sheepishly. Li takes it in stride, nodding once as he takes in the information. 

“So, do you work in like a big business?” He asks, and you shrug, 

“I guess? I mean, my boss does business with PANDORA and their resea—I wasn’t supposed to say that.” You cut yourself off once you realize you almost spilled some very important secrets to a civilian. 

And, of course, Li had to pick up on it. 

You’re discovering he’s much more perceptive than he lets on. 

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye in interest,

“PANDORA? That’s the people who research Hell’s Gate, right?” He says, and you nod grumpily. You were usually better at keeping secrets than this! But something about Li made you want to spill everything.

He seemed so… trustworthy.

“I didn’t know you had a cat!” You exclaim, startling Li from a conversation with an older man. They are sat on a bench in a park, having what seems to be a very serious conversation when you spot them. 

Li looks surprised before that same goofy smile crosses his face, and he raises a hand in a brief “hello.”

“He isn’t mine. He’s more of a stray that follows me around.” He explains as you jog over and crouch in front of the black cat with a red collar lounging in the sun. It studies you with narrowed eyes, and its tail flicks when you offer your hand, palm down and fingers extended. 

“Hey, kitty kitty.” You coo as he sniffs your fingers, and you scratch under his chin. 

Seemingly against the cat’s will, he begins to purr. 

It’s apparently against his will because his eyes shoot open—wide with surprise—as you gently move your fingers to scratch under his collar.

He is awfully emotive for a cat.

Almost like a human in a cat’s body.

Wouldn’t that be funny?

“He’s very well taken care of for a stray. What do you call him?” You comment, taking in his glossy fur and the slightest chub in his belly. Li just gives a rather noncommittal hum in response,

“I call him Mao.”

The older man stands, fishing cigarette from his coat pocket (who wears a coat in this weather?), and moves to leave.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You scramble to your feet and bow in greeting. The man looks like a deer caught in the headlights but nods his head anyway.

“Nice t’ meet ya.” He says gruffly and offers a calloused hand for you to shake. You do so and introduce yourself. 

“This is my… uncle…. Huang.” Li says hesitantly as he gets up from his seat on the bench. You grin at “Huang” and wave as he leaves you two alone with Mao. 

“How’s work going?” He asks as you begin to pet Mao, who has dozed back off to sleep in the warm sunlight. You shrug at his question,

“They’re beginning tests on their next big project. Something about Saturn and a ring? I don’t really know. They don’t tell me much outside of asking to schedule more meetings with PANDORA.” You reply, and your shoulder brushes Li’s as he watches a family pass by the park. 

You really shouldn’t be telling Li any of this.

But you can’t bring yourself to care.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

You’re broken from your inner dialogue by Li abruptly standing and offering a hand.

“I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat, yeah? My treat.” He says with that same warm smile that sends your heart into a tizzy

And then you have a revelation. 

This wouldn’t be love, would it?

Your little outing turns into two. Then four. And before you know it, you’re regularly going out on your days off.

Were these dates?

You didn't have much experience dating. The last person you dated seriously was back in your first year of high school. The star of the basketball team. And that turned out fabulous, with you discovering he had slept around with several members of the volleyball team. 

So it was safe to say you were hesitant to call these little excursions “dates” or even put a label on your relationship past “friends.” But… part of you wanted to do these things with Li. You wanted to hold hands. You wanted to go star gazing. 

You wanted to do cute couple-y things! Was that too much to ask?!

That first step in that direction was really an accident, just like your first meeting. 

The months had passed, and soon, it was Halloween. 

In an attempt to throw a “team-building exercise,” your boss had paid for employees and a plus one to attend a haunted house. It was a rather stupid idea if you had to admit, but you snagged two tickets anyway and invited Li to tag along with you.

Which, in hindsight, was not the best idea. 

He was as skittish as a rabbit and jumped at every jumpscare or scream from the people in front of or behind you. Granted, you did too, with the occasional scream escaping your lungs.

After one particular jumpscare, you realized you were holding Li’s hand. He had surprisingly strong and rough hands, calloused from a long time of handling tools and whatever else he did for work. 

When you went to let go, he surprised you by squeezing tighter. He offered an uncomfortable smile,

“Sorry, I can let go if you want—” He started, but you gripped his hand in yours, and your other one wrapped around his arm,

“It’s fine!” You sputter, and the two of you finally make it out of the haunted house with one last shriek on your part. 

He doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time you walk home. 

After the haunted house, you find yourself toeing the line of “more than friends” more and more. And you noticed that Li didn’t seem to mind whatsoever.

He walked you home from work. He held your hand. He even showed up to your work at one point on Valentine’s Day with flowers. (your coworkers still have yet to let you forget that fact.)

You would’ve returned the gesture on White Day but realized you still didn’t know where Li worked. So you walked the thirty minutes to his apartment and gave him a bouquet of flowers.

It was the only time you ever saw him blush. From his neck to the tips of his ears.

Li invited you inside his apartment and cooked you dinner despite your attempts at politely declining. He promptly shut you up with a kiss on the cheek. Your brain stalled, and by the time you comprehended what he had done, he had already pulled away with a smug smile on his face.

“Cute.” Was all he said.

Now, it was your turn to be embarrassed.

You sputtered and gaped while he gently ushered you to sit against the wall while he finished making supper. You were still in shock even as he handed you a plate with a delicious meal that you eagerly dug into. 

It was perfect, as always.

Things progressed even more after dinner.

Li had protested, but you had wormed your way under his arm and took over cleaning all the dishes from the meal prep and supper itself. You nudged him out of the way with your foot and elbow and even threatened to smear soap on his face.

He had simply rolled his eyes goodnaturedly,

“I’d like to see you try.” He said.

So you did.

It only ended up with him caging you against the sink with your hands pinned to the counter and Li looming over you. You blinked in surprise and looked up at the young man. He had a look in his eyes that had your heart thundering in your ears.

And—before you could even process what you were about to do—you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He stiffened in shock, and by then, you realized what you had done. You pulled away frantically and started babbling apologies. You tried to move away, to duck under his arm, but his grip tightened, and he was kissing you in earnest.

What?

This was not what friends did.

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care nor complain.

So you let your eyelids flutter shut, and you pressed back.

You awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of your front door opening.

Jolting upright, you reached beside your bed, where you kept your baseball bat. 

Should you call someone?

The police?

Would they even get here in time?

You dove into the closet and shut the door as quietly as possible, just as the door to your bedroom opened, and someone stepped inside. Through a crack in the door jam, you could see the person.

Taller than you, black hair, a white mask, and a long black coat.

The mysterious man stared for a blank moment at your rumpled futon before shaking his head and tearing apart your room. 

Almost quite literally.

Your dresser drawers were pulled out and dumped. Your desk was almost overturned, with all its drawers also being pulled out. Papers were rifled through. 

And it was then that you realized what this man was looking for.

 Your planner.

You kept the thing under your pillow specifically in case of something like this.

“Hei! You find it yet?!” A familiar voice, and Huang, of all people, enters the room, looking rather miffed at something. The man in the mask shakes his head silently, and they both freeze when you accidentally knock your baseball bat against the wall. You curse and scoot backward just as the door is flung open, and you are dragged out by a rough hand.

“I thought you said she’d be outta town!” Huang shouts at the masked man, and you realize something else.

You know that hair.

And only one other person knows the code to your front door or even has a key to get in if the code doesn’t work.

You start to struggle against Huang’s grip,

“Li!” You shriek, and both men freeze.

“She knows you like this?!” Huang demands, and “Hei” shakes his head,

“She doesn’t.” Is all he says, his voice not at all like how it usually was. He didn’t sound happy. He sounded… sad? Monotone? You weren’t even sure what word to describe what you yourself were feeling, much less what the man in front of you.

But you didn’t have much time to think about anything. Huang hauled you upright and shoved your body at the masked man. 

Did you call him Hei? 

Or was he Li? Your boyfriend of six months. The man who kissed you goodbye when he walked you home. The man who always asked about your work and how you were doing?

It was then that you figured out what word you could use to describe yourself.

You felt betrayed. 

You stumbled into Hei’s chest and immediately backpedaled, shoving his arms away when he reached to hold your hands.

“Stay away from me!” You cry, tears welling up, and you stand between him and Huang, tears stinging your eyes.

“You used me!” You accuse the man in front of you with such venom he takes a step back. He holds his hands out, saying your name in a pleading tone. You plug your fingers in your ears, feeling a bit childish, but you don’t want to hear his excuses.

He had used you. 

Used you to get at your boss and get into your work. Sure, you were a secretary, but a secretary at a very important business who worked with PANDORA on Hell’s Gate.

All of a sudden, you feel something cover your mouth and nose. You panic. Hei panics, but you hear Huang speak as you sink into unconsciousness.

“We have to wipe her mind.”

The sun is setting as you step off the bus and begin your trek home.

Work had been exceedingly stressful. The project your boss was in charge of was getting closer to the deadline, and it still wasn’t done. You had stepped up and helped with paperwork, but you were just a secretary, so what could you do?

You run face-first into someone solid and go tumbling to the ground.

“Are you okay?! Sorry, I wasn’t—” You look up to see a young man. He’s handsome. Maybe a bit plain, but something about him has your heart fluttering. But his face looks so utterly heartbroken and torn as you frown up at him.

“Uh… It’s fine. No big deal.” You say as he helps you up and quickly brushes past you, shoving his hands in his pockets and ducking his head without another word. 

You watch after the man with black hair and broken eyes, and only one thought sticks out in your mind.

“I’ve never seen him before… so… why does my heart cry at the look on his face?”

[thedruzy]

Judas “JD”

So I got to draw a serial killer oc with some friends 😀 fun right?

Here’s his lore:

Judas grew up in a home where perfection was everything. His parents were highly respected in their community. From the outside, their family seemed flawless, but behind closed doors, Judas witnessed the carefully hidden cracks. His father had a series of affairs, masked by his charm and impeccable reputation. His mother, aware but complicit, kept up appearances to maintain their family’s status, and this silent agreement between them taught Judas early on that people are never who they seem.

As a child, Judas learned to observe everything. His father’s flirtations, his mother’s forced smiles, and the cold indifference between them when no one else was watching—it was a twisted education in human nature. Judas became fascinated by the hidden flaws in people, the secret lives they lived while pretending everything was fine. He honed his ability to read people, understanding their actions, lies, and weaknesses with chilling accuracy. His skill at reading human behavior became second nature, and by the time he was an adult, he could seamlessly blend into any situation, becoming whoever people wanted him to be.

In school, Judas was unassuming, yet highly perceptive. He excelled academically and socially, all the while harboring an internal disgust for the masks people wore. Relationships, to him, were nothing more than charades—performances that hid people's real motives and desires. This view of human nature only deepened as Judas grew older and became a couples counselor, where his ability to deconstruct relationships made him exceptional at his job. But his fascination with infidelity slowly turned into an obsession.

Just before he spiraled into his darker tendencies, Judas met someone who changed everything—Daemon. For the first time in his life, Judas couldn’t see any flaws. Daemon's color palette was perfect, without the disastrous combinations that Judas had always observed in others. They started dating, and for two years, Judas allowed himself to believe in Daemon’s perfection, in the idea that maybe, just maybe, someone could be genuine. Judas, the expert in reading human behavior, finally let his guard down.

But one day, everything shattered. Judas caught Daemon cheating with a woman, and the revelation was earth-shattering. How could he have missed it? How could Daemon, who seemed flawless, betray him like everyone else? Judas spiraled into a breakdown, his carefully constructed world of control collapsing. In a fit of rage, he destroyed everything in their shared apartment, consumed by the overwhelming sense of betrayal.

When Daemon came home that night, Judas was waiting. He ambushed him, held him at knife point, and forced him to kneel. Desperate for answers, Judas asked Daemon why—why had he betrayed him? How had he evaded Judas’ perception for so long? But Daemon, clueless about Judas’ inner turmoil, did what Judas feared most—he lied. He denied everything, the same way every person Judas had ever observed lied to their loved ones. Daemon's lies confirmed everything Judas had always believed: people can never be trusted.

In that moment, something snapped. Judas couldn’t let Daemon’s betrayal go unanswered. He watched Daemon's face, searching for some sign of truth, but all he saw were more lies. Without another word, Judas slit Daemon’s throat, watching him bleed out as he let go of the last shred of faith he had in human honesty.

This was the moment that changed Judas forever. Daemon had been his one exception, the one person who Judas thought was pure. But that purity was an illusion, and with Daemon’s death, Judas embraced the darkness he had always sensed in people. No longer content with merely understanding human nature, Judas became determined to expose it. The world, he decided, was full of liars hiding behind masks, and he would reveal their truth in the only way he knew how—by painting their essence after taking their lives.

Judas began to seek out people like Daemon—unfaithful, deceitful partners—seducing them, manipulating them, and eventually killing them. But he didn't stop there. He captured their flaws on canvas, painting their unique color palettes while smudging out their faces to erase the lies they had lived. Each painting was a testament to their hidden nature, displayed publicly as a way to humiliate them and show the world their true selves.

Daemon’s betrayal was the catalyst that turned Judas into a killer, but it was also his last emotional connection. From that point forward, Judas saw the world through a detached, analytical lens, finding satisfaction only in his art and in exposing the lies of others.

[noforkingclue]

DOCTOR WHO Ask...

3 and or 4 😀

Love your fics.

Thanks anon!

I decided to answer both questions!

3. who is your favourite doctor? why?

So this one is very hard for me to answer...

I like most Doctor's in one way or another. However, one I've been recently re-watching a lot of is the fourth Doctor, specifically with Leela as his companion. I feel like his stories do go a lot darker. I also love his relationship with Leela.

I also love three, six, nine and eleven

4. who is your least favourite doctor? why?

This one is a lot easier for me to answer and no hate to people who like this Doctor. This is just my personal opinion.

I also have a feeling that this is going to be pretty unpopular...

My least favourite Doctor is 13 and I'll post why under the cut

To me 13 just doesn't fee like The Doctor. There are a lot of things in her era that really don't fit with the character.

She literally handed the Master over to the Nazis (now they'll see the real you) and all that was said about it was a throw away line of 'I've had the worst 77 years of my life' (or something along those lines)

She thought that locking a bunch of sentient creatures in a small, dark room and letting them die in there was a better death then being shot. Being shot is quicker and I know I'd rather be shot then left to starve

She was a dick to Graham after he confided in her about his fears about his cancer coming back.

And don't get me wrong, I like stories when the Doctor goes dark and is a bit of a bastard, 'Waters of Mars' is one of my favourite stories. However, the Doctor always faced the consequences of his actions. Donna remembered him killing all those spiders, Martha left him at the end of her run, Rory snapped at the Doctor and told him that he might not want to travel with him any more. 13 never seemed to face any consequences for any morally dubious action she took. The only time I can think of was either Yaz or Ryan (can't remember which) telling the Doctor that 'she can't speak like that to him [Graham]' but then almost instantly after one of them goes 'you're the best person we know'.

I do feel sorry for Jodie and the cast for getting bad story lines. I really hope that The Big Finish can give her some great stories that she deserves.

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Title: Happy Riya Day - 10th Anniversary

😁Hello! Hello !😁 It's Riya Speedster's 10th Anniversary Celebration! 🥳️🎂🐰🏎️

• Another milestone of my 2nd OC, beside Spot's 2021 10th Anniversary! And this twin sister of his was debuted in 2013 during my College year, which I'm still a Chowder fan, to this day... Well, sorta because I was overshadowed by other adorable cartoon critters, not just Chowder (and sometimes tawog, which I used to be but now I'm over it [except Anais, I think she's good]). Nonetheless, all that aside, this Chowder OC was my first ever that didn't inspired from an existing Wangan Maxi Tune Tuning Card, but rather her twin brother, Spot. That is until I renamed my POCO- Impreza GRB car to her name "RIYA" in November 24th, 2013 [CLICK ME!] just be part of it, and then in June 25th, 2017 [CLICK ME!] when she decided to gave up her Impreza GRB car to ME and brought a new one in the form of Impreza GDB-F, so she can be the exact model as her twin brother albeit different look than his. And did you know, that her mom was her master? Yes, she may be an apprentice to Rita, but she's also the mother of Riya. And since Rita was a Motorcross / MMA career, she can access to Riya's reputation, meaning, she can follow Rita's footsteps. (Regardless of her age is 12)🙂

• Much like her twin bro, Riya's height has grown but her personality and clothes remain intact. She never gets old, huh. And so her age and her ambition, too. And did you know, that her OG's color nose was used to be bright but slightly dark pink? Yeah, I used that on different occasions until I realized she didn't fit her facial bill, so I decided to change it into much darker salmon pink. E.G. Before → [CLICK ME!] | After → [CLICK ME!]

• Regardless, Riya's history was already written in her books, and now she's celebrating her 10th year long anniversary with her beloved female friends, including her twin sister Miya, and their mother Rita Speedster!

Here are something to say for Riya's anniversary:

Rita 🐶🚺 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Aaawww, my Anak (my child)! Happy 10th anniversary, Riya! *hugging* My sweet, sweet anak! We love you so much, that we throw you a girls party! 😁

Miya 🐰🐻🔋 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Yeah-yuh, Ri! Happy 10th anniversary, amiga kapatid (sibling)! 😄 You deserve this awesome E-Kart just for you!

Riya 🐰🏎️: An E-Kart! That's Awesome! That way, I won't worried about filling out fuel gas! 😀

Miya 🐰🐻🔋 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Correcto Mundo, Ri! 😁 Plus, there's also solar panels to charge your E-Kart, so you don't have to worry about reaching electric from our home! My parents built it, and they're the masters of ingenuity for electrical motors! ⚡🚘😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: Woah, nice one, twin sis! Thank you so much! *hugs Miya* 🥰🤗

Miya 🐰🐻🔋 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Walang anuman (no problem), twin sis! *hugs Riya* 🥰🤗

Mayu 🐇✨ [wearing Riya's clothes]: Aww such a nice moment in this special occasion celebration, families of Speedsters. Especially you, Riya. I have something to give you as well. *casting a magic with her psycommu wand* 😊🪄✨

Riya 🐰🏎️: Wow, you gave me an attire of yours? 😀

Mayu 🐇✨ [wearing Riya's clothes]: Mhm, that's the same clothes of mine as my trusted living partner, Cude. I wish I want something different than my clothes, so don't worry, I have plenty of that came from. (cartoon logic: unlimited supply of clothes) Although, you can't access my powers, the only thing that it can do was snuggling around your soft & comfy sleeves perfect for any seasons. 😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: *snuggling her new clothes from Mayu* Aww wow, it is super comfy! Thanks, Mayu. 😊🥰

Mayu 🐇✨[wearing Riya's clothes]: You're very welcome, my friendly critter. Enjoy. 😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: And man, take a look at that adorable cake! Thank you so much, Panini! 😄

Panini 💚💛🐰 [wearing Riya's clothes]: You deserve it, pal! 😊

Vanilla 🐰🎀[wearing Riya's clothes]: Yeah, Riya! Panini works so hard on making this tremendous anniversary cake. 🎂😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: Was that the same cake that you did to my twin bro? 🙂

Panini 💚💛🐰 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Yes it is. Albeit delivered by my lovely Num-nums (Chowder)! 🥰

Vanilla 🐰🎀 [wearing Riya's clothes]: So, happy anniversary, Riya! 😄🥳

Riya 🐰🏎️: Wow, neat! Thanks, guys.😄 I wish my dad, Spot and Mocho we're here... 🙂

MuruKir 🔵🌌, Spot 🐶🏎️ and Bonn 🐰🚹 [wearing Riya's clothes]: SURPRISE! HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY, RIYA! 😄🥳

Mocho 🐰🔵 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Surprise! 😀

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww wow, you guys are awesome!😄 And so are you, my bunny love! 🥰🤗 *hugs Mocho*

Mocho 🐰🔵 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Its actually comfortable, though. Thanks for lending me borrowed, Riya. 😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: Borrowed? No! You can keep it! You looked pretty cute with your cutie face! 🥰😁 (again, Cartoon logic: unlimited supply of clothes)

Mocho 🐰🔵 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Riya, please stop... Hehe. Okay, okay, thanks anyway.

Bonn 🐰🚹 [wearing Riya's clothes]: *Hugs Riya* Aww my sweet daughter! Happy anniversary, Ri! 😁

Riya 🐰🏎️: Thanks, dad, Spot and MuruKir! You guys are here to celebrate my anniversary! 😊

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned clothes from Riya]: Mhm, we're ALWAYS rooting for any celebrations, such as yours, Ri! Happy anniversary! *hugs Riya* 🥰🤗

Riya 🐰🏎️: *hugs Spot* Aww thanks, twin bro! You're all the best! 🥰🤗

MuruKir 🔵🌌: One room for me!? 🥰🤗

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned clothes from Riya] & Riya 🐰🏎️: SURE! 🥰🤗 *Hugs tightly*

MuruKir 🔵🌌: By the way, check it out! You have to see this! 😁

Please check out our next artwork. ↓

Riya 🐰🏎️: There's more? I can't wait! 😁

Title: I Cuteness Female - Riya Speedster

Alright, here's my 3rd remake of her Cuteness Defender Member/Leader! 😁 And yes, Riya is still the "1st Leader" of the "Cuteness Defender Academy"!

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww sick! Damn, I looked cool in my current armor! Is there more? 😁

Here's one! From our friend Paektu *Pls, scroll down. ↓*

Riya 🐰🏎️: Neat! 😁

Right now, here's a full descript.↓😉

Strike Rouge Riya OotoriCame from the real: MBF-02+EW454F Strike Rouge Ootori [CLICK ME!]

Armament(s):

• "Armor Schneider" Combat Knife Stored in the Strike Rouge Ootori's side skirt armor is a pair of folding "Armor Schneider" combat knives. These knives do not need power from the suit, can be thrown, and their blades vibrate at high speed allowing them to pierce through most armor except PS armor.

• 57mm High-Energy Beam Rifle The Strike Rouge Ootori's primary ranged weapon, the beam rifle can be stored on the side skirt armor. It can easily destroy most armored suits with one shot, or heavily damage warships with several shots, but is mostly ineffective against opponents with anti-beam coating. It has an additional handle that can shift to the side, and is often used for extra stability when the Strike Rouge Ootori is firing its rifle rapidly.

• Shield A piece of equipment designed to increase the Strike Rouge Ootori's defensive capability, it is mounted on the left forearm and/or handheld. The shield does not have phase shift armor, so it is not as durable as the Strike Rouge's armor, however it also does not drain energy each time it is hit. The shield's major advantage is that it is anti-beam coated and can block or deflect beam weapon attacks, against which phase shift armor is ineffective.

• Beam Launcher Mounted on the lower right of the Ootori Striker, the beam launcher is the suit's most powerful ranged beam weaponry and is positioned under the right shoulder when in use.

• Railgun Mounted on the lower left of the Ootori Striker, the railgun fires a solid projectile that is accelerated via electromagnetic field. It is positioned under the left shoulder when in use.

• Large Anti-Ship Sword The Strike Rouge Ootori is equipped with a large anti-ship sword as its primary close combat weapon. It is a large physical sword that has a laser blade along the cutting edge and is stored on the right side of the Ootori Striker when not in use.

• Missile Launcher The missile launcher is mounted on the left side of the striker pack and can be switched with other equipment, such as machine cannon, electronic warfare system, etc.

• Small Missiles The small missiles are arranged in sets of three and are mounted on the bottom wings, with each wing carrying two sets. These small missiles can be launched all at once for a missile barrage.

Special Equipment(s) / Feature(s):

• Hardpoints for Striker Packs The key feature of the Strike Rouge, like the Strike before it, is its ability to equip additional equipment in the form of striker packs. Each striker pack is designed to outfit the armor with the equipment needed to fulfill specific combat roles with maximum efficiency.

• Phase Shift Armor Like the Strike, the Strike Rouge is equipped with Phase Shift armor, although the active colours are red and pink rather than the blue, red and white of the first Strike. This is a side effect of the power extender, which also resulted in improved armor strength of the Phase Shift armor system. This system is later developed into Variable Phase Shift armor.

• Power Extender A device that improves a mobile suits energy storage capacity, allowing it to use its Phase Shift Armor for a longer duration than other Cuteness Mecha suits.

• AI (Artificial Intelligence) Support System for Ootori Pack flight mode Strike / Dagger / Windam / Strike Rouge user can deploy her Ootori back pack which can turn into a flight mode. From the plane nose, inside of canopy has a build in AI chip and Strike armor detector which the AI can detect any related Strike / Dagger / Windam / Strike Rouge armors before it can turn into backpack and attached the backpack. The AI for Ootori Pack flight mode can be also used as a remote via command or it can do as a allied friend companion.

• Booster It's a peripheral pack, equipped with a large booster unit to help it leave orbit.

Riya's Happy 10th Anniversary by Paektu

Finally, was this adorable artwork by Paektu. 😊🎨🖌️

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww yeah, that was moments ago. When he presents me an adorable artwork featuring cute little alien, Kyong! 🥰🤗 Is she looked cute in my attire? I decided to keep it as a friendly memento because we care his creators' OC friends. You deserve it, Kyong. 😁

Riya 🐰🏎️: Overall, I'm SUPER HAPPY with my 10th year anniversary! Thank you so much for the gifts and everything! You are all awesome! 😊 Hope, the next 5 or 10 years, it'll be different than before for our respective dates.

Yup, and this every September, It'll be officially as "Speedster Kids Day" where they celebrate every Speedster Kids until the end! (Aace debuted in "Sept 1st" 🐶🐺⭐, Miya debuted in "Sept 10th"🐰🐻🔋, Riya debuted in "Sept 20th" 🐰🏎️, and Spot debuted in "Sept 30th" 🐶🏎️)

Aace 🐶🐺⭐ [wearing Riya's clothes]: Wowee! That's HUGE for US! BTW, Happy 10th Anniversary, Riya! 😀 *hugs Riya*🤗

Riya 🐰🏎️: *hugs Aace* Aaaw thanks, Aace! I'm glad you here! 😄🥰🤗

Aace 🐶🐺⭐ [wearing Riya's clothes]: You're vewy (very) welcome, Ri! 😁

Miya 🐰🐻🔋: Yeah-yuh! This is AWESOME! 😄 We could now celebrate in our respective days until the end of September! Wake me up, when September ends! Right? 😁

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned clothes from Riya]: No pun intended, Mi. 😅 But hey, that's great news for us! 😀

The Speedster Four [Spot 🐶🏎️, Riya 🐰🏎️, Miya 🐰🐻🔋 and Aace 🐶🐺⭐]: YEAH! HIGH FIVE! 😄🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️

Bonn 🐰🚹 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Wow, huge news for our kids! This is nice! 😁

Rita 🐶🚺 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Oo nga, my asawa (Indeed, my husband)! We could celebrate our beloved anaks (children), this September until the month ends. 😊 Ang saya saya natin (we have fun)! 😄

Well, that's all for now! And Happy 10th Anniversary Riya! 🥳️🐰🏎️

Throwbacks: • My 2nd Chowder OC - Riya [Sept 20th, 2013] • My 2nd Chowder OC Riya - doodle 1 [Sept 20th, 2013]

The Speedster Family (Riya, Miya & Rita), and Mayu - created by ME! Lisa (Sonic OC) - owned by ladyfeliz (dA) Panini - Chowder © Cartoon Network, C.H. Greenblatt May & Windy (Rabbit OCs) - owned by @bryan360 / BryanVelasquez87 (dA) Vanilla (Chowder OC) - owned by GlassFu (dA) / SmileAhoy (tumblr) Jenny and the Ramcat Family (Debby & Tory) - created by @carmenramcat | dA - [CLICK ME!] Kyong (wearing his owned clothes from Riya) and the art itself - created/owned by Paektu | dA → [CLICK ME!] | X → [CLICK ME!] Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny) - Gundam Series © Bandai Namco Filmworks/SUNRISE, Sotsu