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reconnected w some irls after v long time not rlly talking 🥹🫶🏼

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Little Hare

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Request: Dark Feyd writes his name on the reader’s back with his dagger.

Wordcount: 3.1K+

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Description: A party where you didn't know anyone would be awful. But it is to honor your husband and his success on the planet and there is nothing you wouldn't do for him. Until Feyd believes you have disgraced him and he'll have to punish you.

A/N: First fic for Feyd it isn't as dark as I wanted it to be but I hope you all enjoy it. I had fun writing this and will definitely love to write more of him either with this reader or not. This is the same reader from my Feyd HC.

Warning: Dark Feyd. Blood lots of blood, crying, pain, dacryphilia, possessive/ jealous Feyd, murder, violence, death, dagger kink. Smut, breeding kink, dubcon,

“Na-Baroness, would you care for some wine?” The male servant asks for a second time. This time, Irulan nudges your shoulder. Reminding you that is who you are now. You are no longer a Princess, but the wife of Feyd-Rautha.

“Oh, forgive me,” you apologize, curtsying lowly to the servant. Irulan scoffed by your side, but you paid her no attention. “I am still unused to the title.”

The servant, like most people that were graced with a smile from you, flushed and shook his head. “You never need to apologize, Na-Baroness. Would you prefer to be addressed as princess?”

You wanted to. You liked being a princess. You liked the kind smiles you realized when you were just the emperor’s daughter. Now you get looks of caution, worry, and pity when someone addresses you. All in fear of your blood-thirsty husband.

Your marriage was still in its early days with the wedding taking place only 2 months prior. You were often fell somewhere in the middle of terrified and fascinated by your husband. You were told almost nothing about him until the day of your wedding and then it was only his awful points.

And you didn’t blame them. He was an awful man, but he was also ambitious and strong and there were moments when you saw an actual man within him. One that made sure your favorite foods were stalked on the planet Arrakis or took walks with you late at night. Claiming the warriors were not equipped enough to guard you.

“That is very kind of you, to think of my comfort, but I will have to get used to it,” you said, kindly touching the servant's hand gently for only a moment. “And I also am not drinking wine tonight. If there is any Rossie's cider, I would love a glass.”

The servant flushed more and bowed to you. “Right away, princess,” he said before walking away.

You smiled despite yourself at the term turning to face Irulan’s scowl. “You must stop being so nice to everyone. And you shouldn’t allow him to tell you, Princess. You are not a princess once more.” Her tone was harsh and her glare cold, but you knew it was all for concern for you.

“Irulan, we don’t see each other often”—you said, watching her face soften at your soft words—“Let’s not fight, dear sister.”

Sighing she took your hands in hers. “I am not meaning to pick a fight. You just need to be smarter. I doubt your husband would be pleased to know that you are allowing people to call you anything that isn’t tied to him.”

You nodded, squeezing her hands before letting go. “I am thankful for your concern, Irulan,” you said.

A Bene Gesserit hovered in the shadows and called your sister to her. Irulan hesitated for only a moment before disappearing leaving you to stand alone. Baron Harkonnen was throwing a party for the success your husband’s been having on the planet and members of all the great houses were in attendance.

People that you never had to interact with as your father and the Bene Gesserit kept you isolated from everyone. When you married Feyd most people were shocked to even know you existed. Most avoid you, believing there was some horrible reason you were kept a secret and in fear of your husband.

Sighing softly, you made your way to the corner of the room so you could see everything without having to engage. The servant from before ran over to you. Out of breath, he bowed deeply and presented you with the drink you requested.

“For you, my princess,” he said.

Touched, you placed your hand over your heart and took the glass of cider from his tray. “Thank you so much. I hope it didn’t cause you a lot of trouble getting this.”

“No, princess it cost nothing to serve you.”

You smiled in appreciation when a chuckle sent a shiver down your spine. You glanced over the servant’s head to see the dark eyes of your husband. You opened your mouth in shock and your hands shook slightly causing the drink to splash into your dress.

“My Na-Baron. How are you”—Reyd glare cuts through you and stalls your words. He pulled his dagger from his side and stalked closer to you and the servant, who was staring at the ground and shaking.

“Now, what are you two talking about? Do not let me stop you,” he spoke with a growl in his voice that had the servant and your breath catching. When neither of you spoke up, his patience left him, and he grabbed the servant by the neck and drove his dagger into his neck.

You gasped and closed your eyes as the blood poured from the wounded. Feyd grabbed the back of your neck. “Fucking look at what you caused,” he ordered.

Listening to him, your eyes opened, and you watched as he pulled the dagger across the servant’s throat and pulled out harshly. The blood sprayed all over you and tears burned your eyes. The room had gone silent, and everyone watched the two of you.

“Turns out it does cost something to serve you,” Feyd laughed tightening his grip on your neck as he forced you out of the hall and towards your shared bedroom. You didn’t struggle and tried to stop your tears from falling, though you knew he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved making you cry and licking the tears from your face.

Feyd kicked the door open and tossed you inside as he slammed the door behind you both and locked it. You stumble but quickly regain your footing to turn around and face your husband. Well, you face his feet as you know he does not want to see your eyes.

“My sweet hare. Who would have thought you would also be a harlot,” he said amused, but the anger was barely restrained in his tone.

Your tears flowed heavily down your cheeks. “Never, my lord,” you whispered.

He hummed. “Speak up if you have something to say to me.”

Your hands shook but you interlocked your fingers and squeezed them together. You slowly lift your head to stare at Feyd. He stood against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and the bloody dagger still in his head. He wore an expression of amusement, lust, and violence.

“I said never, my lord. I am not a harlot. I am your wife, your servant, your hare,” your tone turned to a whine of desperation at the end. You were made for him. To be his and you would never do anything to displease him. In the months since your wedding, you have grown more loyal to him, not because you had to be but because you wanted to be.

“Are you sure about that, princess,” he mocked crossing the space between you in quick strides. He took in your bloody face and dress. The tear marks down your face and your expression. So soft, innocent, and loyal to him.

How you could still be so sweet and pure after the things he’s done to you is a mystery, but he thanks the stars each night for it. Roughly grabbing your cheeks, he dug his nails into them. “You belong to me. I could have had you as a slave or a concubine, but I was generous. I made you, my wife. My Na-baroness.” His nails dug further into your face until he tore the skin and now your own blood mixed with the servant.

“Please, My lord. I am yours. I live to please you,” you were sobbing now, and the sound was music to his ears. He couldn’t help but lean closer and lick from your jaw to the crown of your head. He moaned at the mixture of salt and iron on his tongue, but it wasn’t enough to sate the beast that was woken when he saw your sweet smile aimed at another. At your hand on someone’s arm even if only for a moment.

“Do I seem pleased, little harlot?”

You cried harder. You wanted to be his hare again. He good little wife. You cursed yourself for not listening to your sister. You should have stayed by his side all night. You should have taken the wine and not spoken to anyone. “My lord, my husband, my Na-Baron, please forgive me. What can I do to please you? To gain your good grace again?”

He chuckled at your desperation Your hands were tightly gripping the side of his shirt without you even noticing. You were just too perfect. Your tears were almost as good as blood. A light went off in his mind and smirked darkly.

Shoving you away from him, Feyd licked his fingers before aiming his dagger at you. You stared between the two in confusion, but eagerness and hope shined through your eyes. He rolled his eyes but laughed slightly.

“On your knees and clean it off. That should be something familiar to you.” He spoke.

His words stung. You had only been on your knees for him. “Yes, my lord,” you said anyway. Dropping to your knees you placed your hand behind your back and slowly stuck out your tongue and licked the sharp tip.

You winced as the tip pierced your tongue, but you took a shaky breath and dragged your tongue along the dagger until there was no more blood and it was dripping in your spit. You looked up at Feyd, hoping that he was happy, but his expression was void of any emotions. You deflated slightly.

“Open your mouth.”

You did without question, and he spat into your mouth. You shivered and you felt your face heat as the area between your thighs dampened. You were ashamed to admit that your fascination with your husband also came with a deep desire for him. He was so dangerous and beautiful and the things he did to you were shameful, but you enjoyed them as well.

Feyd could see the desire in your eyes and couldn’t wait to watch it turn to horror. He dropped to his knees in front of you and roughly turned you around until your hands were gripping the edge of your bed. His dagger makes quick work to cut off the back of your dress and you are quick to help him remove it from your body.

“Eager little thing you are,” he chuckled. “Do you think I am going to fuck you?”

You froze, glancing over your shoulder at him. You wanted him to. You wanted to beg him to but that is not what good wives do. “Whatever you wish to do, I am eager for, husband.”

“I will assess that,” he smirked. The fear flicked in the outer rings of your eyes, and he groaned. Leaning closer he licked your face once more. “I will make sure you and everyone know who you belong to.”

You were afraid, the sadistic look in his eyes you’d seen before when he was fighting. You swallowed shakingly but didn’t hide your fear from him. Feyd grabbed your jaw and kissed you aggressively. As if he hated you and you were both locked in a fight to the death. It was animalistic, frightening, and addictive.

All too soon he broke the kiss and forced you to face forward. Not being able to see what he was going to do only increased your fear and desire. He was breathing heavily, panting like a wild animal. And you were glad. He was a beast, and you were his hare that needed to be claimed. This was familiar, and you can deal with that.

And then his dagger was pressing into your back, breaking the first layer of skin, and going deeper. You screamed out and thrashed against him. Feyd gripped the back of your neck and pinned you down on the bed.

“Be still and prove to me you are my little hare.”

“Okay, my lord,” you weep. His hand did not leave your throat and his dagger dug deeper. You screamed, closing your eyes, and begging for the pain to stop. The pain was unlike anything you’ve ever felt, and your body shook as it tried to process what was going on. Your mind grew fussy, and you felt as if you were going to pass out and you couldn’t wait.

“No, stay with me. Endure it for me. For your husband,” He growled, shaking your neck. You whined and begged for his forgiveness. His dagger dug in and out of your skin, curving and carving out your skin.

Your screams quieted to pained moans and whimpers. You could feel the blood dripping down your back. Some already drying as it went on forever. Finally, he stopped, and his hand left your neck. Where you were sure his handprints would bruise.

You sniffled lying your head on the bed exhausted. Feyd moved his lie his head next to yours taking in your swollen and wet face. Your eyes were far away and bloodshot and you tried to focus on him.

“My little hare, you did such an excellent job. I’m proud of you,” he said. His hand pushed your sweaty heart out of your face in something close to affection. His thumb ran along your cheeks, wiping under your eyes. He forced his thumb into your mouth, and you obeyed his unspoken command and sucked.

Feyd's free hand moved along your back. Ghosting between the letters that he carved there. His eyes locked on yours as he mouthed each letter to you as he traced them. F.E.Y.D R.A.U.T.H.A

“Feyd Rautha,” you said quietly when his thumb left your mouth.

He smirked and grabbed your jaw. “And who is that?”

“You. My lord, my Na-Baron, and my husband.”

“And now everyone will know it.” He said getting up from the bed. “I will have all new dresses made for you. In black with the back open. Everyone from every corner of the universe will know that you belong to me.”

His voice sounded far away or as if you were underwater. Your eyes followed him until he was no longer in sight. “I suppose, I should reward you for being good to me,” he hummed getting on his knees behind you.

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to, but your mouth felt dry, and you had no energy to do anything. Or you didn’t until he started pushing your thighs apart and you tried to crawl up the bed and away from his fingers that started to probe your hole. You whined but three quick and harsh swats to your ass had you stop trying to get away.

Feyd cared little for your comfort as he watched the blood from your back pool down your back and slide between your legs. You were already so wet for him and if not, the blood was lubrication enough. He groaned as he forces two of his thick fingers inside of you and your cunt hungrily sucked them in.

“Hunger little cunt. Do you want my cock?’ He asked, pulling his pants off and stroking his thick cock a slowly teasing himself. He coated his cock in your blood before thrusting all eight inches into you in one go.

You choked and your body froze and tightened up. Feyd groaned and kissed the bottom of your spine, lapping up the blood. “You will be in more pain if you don’t relax. I will fuck you open either way,” he reminded you. Your blood was his favorite drink in the world, and it drove him mad.

You nodded taking deep breaths and trying to focus on the pleasure and not the pain still shooting through your body. “Please,” you said, unsure if you were asking for him to stop or make you forget the pain.

Either way, Feyd only had his own interest at heart. Grabbing your waist, he pulled you back on his cock as he pounded into you repeatedly growly lowly as you cried and begged him over and over. His cock reached so deep inside of you with each thrust. Feyd grabbed your ass squeezing harshly as he chased his release.

Your back ached and your cunt was growing sore from his relentless thrust. You tightened around him, and your knuckles turned white with how hard you were holding onto the sheets on the bed. Feyd couldn’t help himself and ran his fingers along your back. Pressing into the letters he carved. More blood oozed from your back, and you couldn’t stop the fight to get away from him.

He chuckled and dug his nails into his name. “Where are you going?” He pulled you back harshly and picked up speed as despite yourself you came around his cock, squirting all over you both. He laughed louder pressing his chest against your back. Fedy grabbed the side of your head and forced you to look into his dark eyes. “Tell me, who do you belong to?”

“You, Feyd. I belong to you,” you cried.

“And how were you made for? Who is going to breed you and keep you all to himself?”

“You. Only you Feyd-Rautha,” your eyes rolled in the back of your head, and you came again, your body moving against him. You cried at the pain it caused you and you screamed at the pleasure he was giving you.

Feyd slapped your face, forcing you to look at him once more. “Let me see those little eyes,” he grinned. He smeared your own blood all over your face before his tongue licked it all away. He repeated this twice more before his hips drove hard into you one last time as he filled you with his seed.

“Take my seed, little hare. This is why you were made for me. To be bred, broken, and used by me,” he said, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. You could do nothing but lie there gasping and taking what he was giving you. He stayed pressed against you both of you covered in sweat, blood, and cum.

Pealing his body off of your broken one, he stood up and looked down at his work. Your body shook and blood still ran down your back. He smirked satisfied with himself and slapped your ass. “Good girl. You have earned my forgiveness and favor once more.” He leaned closer whispering in your ear. “Be wise to keep it. Unless you want more reminders.”

You shivered at the threat but nodded softly, your eyes closing. You were in so much pain and you were unsure if you were hallucinating or not when a hand ran through your hair and a kiss was pressed to your forehead.

“Rest, little hare. I will have a bath drawn and some salve to make sure your mark heals property.”

Taglist.

I didn't add my normal taglist so let me know if you would like to be added to Feyd's taglist as well to my normal taglist people and of course to anyone else who wants to be tagged in his fics or any of my other fics.

[whorediaries-09]

Hi, I hope that you're having a nice day! Could I request angry sex with Sirius with the prompt 28? Maybe they've had a fight but Sirius got tired of the whole ignoring each other thing and took matters into his own hands?

hi dear anon! i hope you like this xoxo

i think you make me a maniac

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. a/n- gahhhh. this is just pure filth 😵‍💫

kinkotober rules the slut club

prompt- angry sex + 'you want gentle? wrong fucking address.'

one of his hands hastily unlatch his belt while the other pins you against the door of his bedroom. you try to squirm away, but he holds you close, his lips bruising every inch of your body which you had left uncovered.

'you think you can ignore me?' he rumbles into your ear, pushing through the door. he slams you against his mattress and you let out a squeak of protest, but he doesn't acknowledge it. he's angry and you know it. it sends electrifying lust through your veins, but you try not to show it. he's rogue, he's rough while he tears off the clothing off your body.

but you love it. it drives you crazy, it drives you into a high, scorching you with emotions of desire and fierce addiction of his touch.

and although he's just wearing his boxers and shirt, he can't get rid off them fast enough. his lips trail every inch of your skin, he breaths hotness with every rogue brush of his touch. he blows cool over your hot mound of nerves and you arch your back. he smirks, inserting two fingers into you at once, stretching you deliciously. you moan, as he rams his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing at your clit.

his cock is big and you know it. and he's preparing you for it. you had heard tales about it, but never experienced it. of course. you were supposed to be friends weren't you? but now you were in his bed, naked, as he rammed his fingers into you, driving you into an insanity of pleasure you had never experienced before.

he shoves his fingers soaked in your juices inside your mouth. it tickles your throat and you gag. and before you know it, the walls of your cunt burn, and sirius pushes all of him inside you. you scream, your hips rolling. tears creep at your eyes, his hand curling under your waist, as he picks you up, pushing your bare chest closer to his. you whisper,

'gentle, please.'

darkness hoods his eyes, and he smirks.

'you want gentle? wrong fucking address.'

and he's ramming into you. it drives you crazy, he explores your guts, and he somehow hits all the perfect spots. he groans and whispers dirty words in your ear, but the slow sensual way his words beat against your eardrums is nothing like the pace he slams into you. his pelvic bone rubs against your clit oh so perfectly, and you think it won't be long before you're screaming his name, cumming on his cock.

he drives you crazy, and you feel like a maniac. heat surges through every inch of your body and he slams hard and fast into you. it's a sweet symphony of abuse. a punishment you think. but you like it. the saccharine bliss of his roughness, his hot touch, the feeling of his cock in you, ruining you, breaking you apart, you like it.

and he knows you like it. he smiles like a fucking devil when you scream his name in a string of profanities.

'sirius-fuc-shit-OH! don't you fucking stop-'

'yeah? i won't. ignore me again and i'll fuck you till you're fucking braindead.' he promises.

you think you're already a bit braindead.

he's ruining you, exploring all of you, rutting into your guts. he hits your g-spot perfectly and you groan, your head falling slack against his shoulder. his hair tickles your face and the overwhelming desire of orgasm grips you. so close, you think, your walls pulsing around his cock, gripping him tight. the coil of your orgasm bubbles like boiling water in your stomach. you hear the smugness in his voice,

'cum around my cock darling, i can feel you,' you mumble incoherently, the pleasure numbing your senses. your walls flutter, and the coil breaks free. you scream, as he rubs your clit while you release,

'god, thank y-shit-sirius!' he growls, ramming into your harder, chasing his own release. he paints your insides white, releasing white hot ropes of cum inside you. he smiles, placing a chaste kiss over your forehead.

it's maniacal.

[locallixie]

little red — heeseung

> summary. don't wander too far from the path, there's a wolf roaming the place.

> genre. dark fantasy, light horror, smut, wolf hybrid!heeseung, masc!reader, technically little red riding hood but i kind of fucked it up.

> warnings. non-con, minor gore, vulgar language, oral receiving, overstimulation, dacryphillia, sadism

Mother sent you out again, and everytime she would say the same thing. "Don't stray away from the path, my dear, there could be a wolf roaming around."

You were all too familiar at this point, she must be bluffing for all you know. You have never seen anything close to a predator in the woods, you even barely seen a squirrel. There was no such thing.

Why should she be worrying so much? You were already grown, it would be your twentieth birthday soon. She has nothing to stress, you would not take long to grandma's house. You'd be back before she could blink!

You heard from mother that grandma wasn't feeling so well, she made a gift basket to hopefully cheer her up. She, herself, couldn't go. That was why she sent you, grandma missed you very much and would love to see you.

Filled with curiosity as you were, even though you thought you've seen it all, the woods still fascinate you every once in a while. There were flowers of many kinds which bloomed oh-so nicely this spring season, birds which chirped their pleasant tune, the bright atmosphere from the sunlight seeping through every leaf. It was such a wonderful day outside.

"Where are you going, little one?" One of the townfolk appeared out of nowhere, a simple farmer he was.

"Gosh, I'm not that little, Heeseung." He wouldn't stop with his endless teasing whenever you crossed paths. He was fairly tall, and had a bulkier built than you. You swore, he always seem a bit taller everytime you see him. "Just to my grandma's, she's quite ill at the moment."

He placed on of his newly picked apples into your basket, "Here, this is for your grandma. I grew them myself." It was a vibrant red like every other apple, and like every places in this small town, most were also home-grown. But there was something about his apple that stood out, the outer skin felt particularly weird under your fingertips, it was unsettlingly soft. It felt like human skin.

Your face held uncertainty in a smile, "Thanks, I'm sure she'll like it." Maybe you were overthinking things, it was only an apple, he probably grew them a different way. There were many farmers in your town, there certainly would be some rivalry between some of them. You heard many say that produces from Heeseung were the freshest and best of them all.

You bid goodbye to the farmer and continued your journey to grandma's house. He, too, reminded you to stay on the path. That there was danger lurking when you least expected.

She was bed-ridden, was falling in and out of consciousness when you came. You left the basket on her dining table, putting the bouquet of flowers your mother provided into one of the many glass vases she had in her home. Such a shame that she lived alone and has no one to look after her, it was a luck that you came to check up on her just in case something did happen.

You washed and placed fruits on a dish for her to eat, there were grapes, and oranges, and pears. You were choping them into smaller pieces to make it easier for her to chew on.

The apple that Heeseung gave you were a bit too easy to cut through, the knife almost slide into it as if there was no core. You dropped the knife, it hit the floor a few inches away from severing your toes. Blood and guts poured out from inside the apple, you saw bits of intestine mixed in with scarelet substance.

There was a single finger, a finger that had a ring wrapped around it fell out from the fruit. This was paint, paint on human skin. "Grandma!" You screamed, running up the stairs to her. You pulled the blanket off of her, witnessing a scene which would traumatize you for life. Your grandma laid in bed with blood soiled sheets, her stomach hanging out from her torso.

In utter terror, you fled. Your feet kept running, mindlessly running throughout the deep woods. You didn't even notice that you strayed from the original path mother told you to stay on.

Heart pacing faster each step, lungs burning like there was a inferno inside of you. These shoes mother have put you in would twist your ankles, they ached as you continued to run. She refused to buy you new shoes, a pair that would fit you since you have out grown it. It was such a pretty pair yet it pained to walk in.

You let out a devasted yelp, hitting a stone on the earth ground. Luckily, before you hit the floor, someone caught you. "What's the rush, little red?"

Seeing him brought such relief, so happy that you never noticed how he simply showed up out of the blue every single time. One hand, his strength was overqualified for a plain farmer. The other hid behind his back, he too, was caught up in some business before bumping into you once more.

"Heeseung—! Oh, thank God! Call the hunter, I think a wolf got my grand—" You stopped aburptly, the realization finally hitting your dense head. He was the one who gave you that specific apple, he was the one people praised and ignored at the same time, he was the wolf.

"I— I—" Stumbling on your words as you stared at him in a slow burn fear.

"Hmm? A wolf, you say? Interesting." The corners of his lips curved, a unsettling smile he wore on his face. A smile paired with blank eyes, his sharp fangs reflecting off the sun as much as his eyes did. His furry tail wagged from side to side, taunting you. He knew what he was doing, calculated it all for some time.

You yanked yourself away, trying to get out of his firm grip. Catching him off guard, you threw one of your shoes at him. Lost, not a sense of direction, the sunlight blinding your sight. Nevermind it, you kept running, in hopes that you'd come out alive.

A breath knocked out of you, the blood stained axe flew and cutting deep into the tree in front of you. "Why are you running away? You don't trust lil' old me no more?" His tone of voice, of how sadistic it sounded, joking with your fear.

Your red hood fell from your head, pulled back, which choked you by the coat collar. You saw your feet dangling above the earth, helpless, and devastated. If only you were a little faster, if only these stupid fucking shoes didn't hurt every time you take a step. A bunny like you would quickly be devoured by the big, scary wolf.

Another prey, you were. You should've seen the blood that stained his pretty hands, should've seen the madness that glared in his eyes. You should've forseen it all! A wolf in sheep's clothing, hiding the darkness under a friendly exterior.

Free to kick and scream all you want, he already got you in submission. "Hmm, aren't you cute little thing," He sniffed your neck, licking the thin skin of yours, "And smells enticing too."

Tears filled your eyes, crying and begging him to let you go. His grip tightened every word of pleading that fell out of your lips, the more you sobbed and screamed at him, it filled him up with insanity. No one could save you now, he got you wrapped up around his claws that could easily ripped you apart. You were his prey, belong to solely him to toy with and feast on.

He dropped you, falling to the ground as you winced in pain from the impact. Coughing and trying to get every inch of oxygen into your lungs. The rough soil scraped your knees from the fall, the skin was broken and began to bleed.

Before you could even rise your head, pushed back onto the grass as he trapped you between his arms. Claws only mere inches away from tearing you into tiny pieces.

"What a nice coat, did your mother sown it herself? She sure is a nifty lady, is she?" He laughed, ripping away your layers until you were laid before him completely bare like a piece of raw meat, waiting to be eaten.

You couldn't bare having his hands all over you, staining your purity with his fingertips. Slowly sliding through every single rib, making his way to your waist. Your soft, warm skin under his hands, he could not resist nor restrain himself from wanting to do bad things to you. His sharp claws could cut you, gliding on the surface just to taunt you more.

As he breathed over your naked body, his warm breath which teased the senses on your skin. Sending shivers, and a guilty pleasure. It felt nice, your overly sensitive body was giving up underneath him bit by bit as he kept touching you in places that you, yourself, haven't went to.

His wet and long tongue dragged on your half-erect cock, exciting you just a little more. Heeseung kept his gaze on you, intense and utterly wild. He was going to eat you, but not in the way you think. He'd savor you like you were meant to, take you apart slowly until you fully submit to him.

Your breath hitched, gripping his gentle curls. You should stop him before you find yourself lost in the ecstacy. His teeth ghosting on the skin, his fangs caged your cock with threats.

"If you scream, I'll fucking bite it off." He growled. Pretty plump and pink lips wrapped around your shaft, the inside of his mouth was wet and warm. Flicking his tongue over the head everytime he got to the tip. Oh, it was absolutely driving insane!

Saliva dripping down his chin as he dived deeper, almost having you all the way down his throat. You gripped his broad shoulders, trying your best to push him off as you sensed something rising from the inside. You could not let him have the satisfaction of seeing you break down under his tongue. He was strong, as if he got a bit bigger than a few moments before.

You came into his mouth, the thick fluid spilling out the corners of his lips. But he didn't stop, kept bobbing his head by the same pace, keeping your stimulated cock in his mouth.

Your chest rising and falling, it felt hot, burningly hot. Your breathing was even worse than when he was chasing you down with his axe, you could not even take a breath without being rudely interrupted.

Then you came again, and again without one break. He was giving absolutely no room to breath, continuously sucking you off that pleasure soon turned into torture. He spat all your sweet juice out on the grass, even on your body which he disresepected.

You cried, "That's enough! I—can't—!" Face flushed, tears falling off your glossy eyes nonstop. He definitely got off to this, a wonderful sight of you embarassing yourself like this. So fucked, crying and moaning like the little bitch you were.

He flipped you over, the grass rubbing against your perked nipples, making you released a breath. Let him have his fun, get it over with and hopefully he'd leave you alone. That was what you were praying for, but putting into consideration, he might just not have that kind of mercy.

Heeseung lived in the same secluded town as you, and people adored him, who would believe you? Especially with a bold claim that stated he was a wolf in human disguise. They would gaslight you into thinking you were losing your marbles. Mother wouldn't believe you either, there was no such things as shape-shifters nor magic. Made up, no proof.

Pushing it inside of your backside, the more it streched, the more pain you felt. That big of a jump could hurt you, but that was the least of his concerns.

"Little red, should've listen to your mother. Got caught up in such an embarrasing situation, you wouldn't want her to find out, now would you? To see her little boy taking my cock so well, a natural born slut he is." His ears twitching and tail wagging as he spoke, the tone that toyed with your fucked up state, your eyes rolling back into your skull as his big size digged into you from behind.

You tried to fight the feeling, only to find yourself zoning out as the painfully nice sensation seeping all over you. He leaned down to your level, licking and pressing his razor-edged teeth against the shell of your ears.

"I'll break into your house, eat all your food, and then fuck you until you will only think of me every time you step foot into these woods." He told, slamming his cock into you. Destroying you bits by bits with his deep and hard thrusts. Holding both your wrists in his big hand behind your back, not giving you a single chance to fight. You didn't have the strength or mental stability to fight back anyways.

He groaned, your fleshy inside hugging his cock so tight. Your guts felt all jumbled up, with his seeds filling you up full, even dripping out to the ground. Your entire body twitched, having a small episode to finally cool down after having Heeseung play with your body as he wished.

You held your red coat that mother made for you, he was nice enough to keep it in on piece unlike the rest of your clothing. Covering your bare figure as you stared at the big bad wolf in front of your very eyes.

He grinned in a devious way, having intentions scattered on his inhuman expression. "Don't let me find you again, I won't so nice like this time. Run along now."

You held your coat together as tight as your weak and scratched hands could, putting your legs through pain once more. You see him in the corners of your eyes, silently admiring you from a distant, slowly fading away from your sight.

You should start listening to mother more, she warned you, didn't she? How would you explained to her when you get back? The wolf already got close enough, and he'd only get much closer if you let yourself wander next time.

[scribblecake]

Heyy! Hope you’re day is going well!☺️

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

Hi! Thank you dear! It's going good so far! 💖

oooooooooh boooooyyyy, This was hard to answer! I had to do some digging, fr fr. 😅

But I found one! It's a bit long but I'm super proud of this dialogue. I pretty much just reenacted a scene from 'Monty Python and The Holy Grail' with Lady Dimitrescu and one of my demon OCs. It was 3 AM (as per usual) and I'd hit a wall on the series I was working on at the time. I had the movie playing in the background and the rest is history! It was a blast to write!

So here's an unprompted (mini)fic I guess?

Lady Dimitrescu opened her mouth to call the entity but stopped, narrowing her eyes as she studied its features. Even with its cute features, she wasn’t sure how to address it. Its face seemed both male and female. With a quick exhale she gathered her courage, calling out to the dark entity.

“Young man!” Alcina snipped as she gestured for the Hell-spawn to follow her.

“Woman.” The Hell creature responded curtly as they hurried to keep up with the lady.

Lady Dimitrescu blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“I’m a woman. Not a young man.” The demon corrected.

"Well, I can’t just call you ‘woman’.” 

“You could just say ‘Xentia’.” The creature deadpanned.

“I didn’t know you were called Xentia. And while I am sorry I assumed you were a man, I couldn't give a damn what your name is.” Alcina shot back, quickening her pace. In spite of her escalating annoyance, she couldn’t help but laugh at the small demon struggling to keep up with her long strides.

This seemed to strike a nerve in the Hell-creature, their face scrunching up in annoyance.

“Well you didn’t exactly bother to find out, did you? And what’s more, I object to you automatically treating me like an inferior!” The infernal woman exclaimed defensively.

At this she scoffed, her rouge lips quirking into a dangerous half smile. “Well, I am the Countess of this village.”

“Oh, Countess, eh? - very nice. And how'd you get that, then? By exploiting the villagers! By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in your society. If you flesh bags ever want to see any progress…” The demon’s words droned as they prattled on about god knows what. They went on for what seemed like an eternity as they made their way to Castle Dimitrescu and by the time the gates were visible a dull ache had begun to throb at Alcina’s temples. 

“Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!" She snarled.

“Order, eh? Who does she think she is?” 

Lady Dimitrescu hissed as anger continued to build within her. “I am the Countess!”

“Well, I didn’t vote for you.” The infernal woman said matter of factly.

“Y-You don’t vote for a Countess!” Alcina seethed. This creature really knew how to try her patience. It took the Countess every ounce of self control she had not to rip the woman’s throat out.

“Well how’d you become Countess then?” The demon questioned with an incredulous look. 

Despite herself, the lady found the question amusing and her anger died down for the moment. 

“If you must know, beast, my family ruled over this village for centuries, only having lost ownership at some point after I had left our family home. I returned years later to find our lands empty. It was then that Mother Miranda found me and bestowed upon me her gift. She implanted me with a Cadou, an entity of her own creation that holds unimaginable power. It infused with my flesh and made me into something beyond humanity, and with its power I was able to reclaim my family’s land. That is why I am Countess.” Lady Dimitrescu explained. She made sure to position her body in such a way so that she towered proudly over the demon woman.

“Listen, strange bird women distributing parasites is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses! Not from some farcical implantation ceremony!” The demon argued back.

“Be quiet!” Lady Dimitrescu shot back as her anger began to reignite.

“But you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some feathery tart threw a leech at you!” Xentia exclaimed with a dramatic arc of her arms.

“Shut up!” 

“I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some avian bint had lobbed a tapeworm at me, they'd put me away!” The infernal creature laughed.

“Shut up, will you? Shut up!” Alcina roared. It seemed her patience and self control had run out, and before she could stop it, her hand shot out, lifting the vile creature by the arm and giving it an angry shake.

“Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!” The demon exclaimed as a cheeky grin spread across her face between shakes. 

“Shut up !” 

Xentia hollered as she was violently dragged away to the castle. “Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being r e p r e s s e d !” 

“Bloody peasant!” Lady Dimitrescu snarled as she wrapped her hands around the half-witted demon’s throat.

~***~

[your-local-scene-emo]

jay x alex x tim x brain x reader

you, brian, tim, alex, and jay are all at tim's apartment, making music together for alex's film marble hornets, but let's be fr, you guy were just goofin' off. you guys were all in a poly relationship, one day it just kinda clicked. alex is recording, documenting things while tim goofs off with a ukulele. you were playing a(n) (instrument of choice) "making musical masterpiece things with our hands." tim says, causing you to chuckle. "ukulele with tim attachment, and (instrument of choice) with Y/N attachment" you give alex a thumbs up, continuing to make horrible sounding things :) "i just learned this song like two minutes ago" tim says. "you made up that song two minutes ago?" Y/N corrects. alex begins to play some beats on the keyboard while tim does... well whatever tim does really :) "why am i holding the camera?" alex asked, to witch tim responds with "cuz you're the movie guy" "yeah alex" you step in. "oh look there's brian" brian then comes in with the most cool looking towel ever known to mankind "woah that's a nice towel you got their" tim says. "dude that towel is awesome" you say. brian responds with a simple thanks. "that's some nice hair you got there." "my hair always looks good, that's why i'm the star." brian says, throwing the towel to the floor to reveal his dad bod- his messy hair ruined from the rain. you guys started talking about putting together trailers, while you keep reaching over and pressing alex's keyboard. suddenly the light go out, causing you to hold on to tim for dear life. tim laughs "it's just the power Y/N." brian squints through the darkness. "now, arth though picking favorites." brian acuses. "no, i would never do such things." you say dramatically, still holding onto tim. tim then leaves to go find the breaker, leaving you with the rest. "im my defence he was the nearest person to me." you say "not enough evidence shall save you, judge, what do you think?" brian asks alex. "to gay baby jail with you!" alex says, to which you are dragged to a corner by jay, and you stay till tim comes back. for @screechinginthevoid

[giggly-squiggily]

OKAY TIME FOR SILLY LITTLE HEADCANON NUMBER 2

Oh no! Ducky’s self indulgent on main!

Finral is so totally deathly ticklish under his arms.

That’s it.

That’s the post.

Just kidding- I know how vague that is.

HOWVER-

After talking to Ian Sinclair, and learning that he is pushing Magna’s superiority agenda, I think that our resident delinquent gets so fed up with Luck and Finral pranking him that he just goes to town FR 😭

Magna’s unnatural man strength vs itty bitty. Who would win 😳😵‍💫🫶🧍‍♀️👉🤨😅✨🤫🫡🤭👉😳✨😳🤬🫡😊😫❤️😇‼️☺️🥺🤣😳🥹🛏️

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

KLEJKRJKEJKR DUCKY! Your headcanons never fail to make me grin like a fool! This is so cute AHH! I love Finral, and I adore Magna- so this is perfect! I've gotcha covered :P

Finral knew he should have said no.

Luck grinning like that never promised anything good, and Finral had a bad feeling he was gonna be stuck with the aftermath of whatever antics the blonde got them into.

Alas- Luck was born with a natural charisma that made it literally impossible to turn down. That is where we find our dear portal master; back against the wall and eyes wide with Magna before him. “M-Magna! D-Don’t forget, I rank hi-igher than you!”

“Save pulling rank for someone who cares. You think after a prank like that you can get away?” Dark eyes flickered to the grimoire floating by Finral’s hip, a smirk pulling on his lips. Finral flushed, caught in the act. “Nice try though.”

“Magna- Magna don’t- stay back!” Finral squished as far into the wall as he could when the other lunged, grabbing his wrists before pinning them overhead. The grimoire poofed away just as fingers dug into Finral’s armpits, going straight for the kill.

“AHH! AHEHAHHAHAHAHAHHA MAHAHAHAHAGMHAHAHAHHA!” The spacial mage all but spasmed against the wall, knees giving out immediately upon the feeling. A knee was placed between his legs, catching him before he could hit the ground. “DOHOOHOOHOOHN’T!”

“Oh man- Vanessa was right about you! Ehehehe- you’re so ticklish!” Magna cackled, laughing just as much as he carried on gently prodding and poking into Finral’s pits. Even the airiest of grazes sent his head flying back, smile wide and cheeks pink as he giggled himself silly. “I think you might be worse than Asta! Never thought I’d see the day…”

Around the corner, Luck poked his head in to watch the sight. “Oh no! Mister Finral got caught! Whatever shall we do?” He giggled as he ran over, fingers already sparking. Without any warning he grabbed Magna’s hips.

“AHHEHA!” The flame mage full body spasmed, unprepared for the sudden tickle. Twisting around to glare, he just missed Finral opening a portal against the wall he leaned on. “Luck you son of a- Wait, I’m not done with-”

The rest was deafened as the warp closed, Finral collapsing in a heap of giggles against rose plush carpet. “Heh, Magna got you good, huh?” Vanessa smiled from her vanity, two glasses before her as she finished filling the second one with wine. “Wanna drink, Fin?”

“Hehe..hehehe…y-yeah, yes please.”

[amunyan]

Love me, not him - 6A

After a lot of storyline with Mereoleona, this part of chapter 6 will follow the route of Fuegoleon again.

(You came here when you avoided the fight or if you rejected Mereoleona earlier. Or if you read everything… like I also would in these create-your-story-thing…;P)

 It’s just a fluffy flashback, but enjoy :)

Wordcount: 2,129

 

The moon was still high in the sky, but hiding behind some clouds.

You were lying in your bed, unable to fall asleep. Insomnia had taken over and your thoughts were on a rollercoaster since Mereloeona wished you a good night and left.

You thought about the events of the day... or at least tried so. But your thoughts always drifted away to him, to Fuegoleon, while you snuggle deeper into your blanket.

As you were lying there, missing him more with each passing day, more memories came back. One of them; the long night you spent with him...

"It was a while after my failed confession, when he became the Captain of our squad", you mumbled while starring at the ceiling.

 

You knocked on the office door, unsure of the reason for your visit. But there was no answer.

"It's late," you noticed. "God knows why he wants to see me at this unholy hour. Besides; we have hardly spoken since my failed confession some time ago..." You become worried, thinking that Fuegoleon might throw you out of the order for this. "Maybe he hates me now. But I did well during the last missions. Oh dear. Why am I here?" You asked yourself again, expecting the worst. Not even considering how absurd your thoughts were as you began to knead your hands restlessly and bit your lower lip. You thought about just leaving, but you forced yourself to try again and knocked on the door a second time. Again; no answer.

"Good", you said to yourself and were about to turn around as you could hear something after all; hectic noises, slurping on the floor, then a rumbling, followed by cursing. Then the door swung open.

"(Y/N)?!?" A bright smile appeared on Fuegoleons stressed face as he saw you.

"Are you okay, Fuegoleon?" you asked worriedly. Not only the loud noises but also the dark circles under his eyes worried you.  "You look like you haven't slept in days."

"I didn't," he replied guiltily. "That's why I need your help."

You didn't understand what was going on and how you, of all people, could help him. Even less so when he dragged you into the office, closed the door and grabbed you by the shoulders. The young leader of the Order looked into your eyes. "I can only ask you, (Y/N), for this favour. So please help me."

"Huh?"

He let go of you to touch his forehead in shame and averted his eyes. "I didn't expect to have to deal with so much paperwork when I took over the order. While working on reports and planning missions, as well as the actual bookkeeping, I made a mistake. In trying to correct it, and looking for similar reports and other notes that might help me, I unfortunately caused this..."

You looked past him into the room, which was flooded with papers and fallen books, as well as other things that completed the chaos. A chaos you never expected Fuegoleon could cause.

“It’s embarrassing for someone like me”, he said with a low voice, full of guilt.

“Don’t worry”, you answered softy and shacked your head. “It’s no shame to make a mistake. Everyone does. It’s similar to what you always say. The shame comes with not learning from them and with no improvement. I know what I am talking about. I made too many along my way...” You paused for a moment and took a deep breath, before you looked at him with a soft smile. “I’ll help you to fix this mistake.”

"Thank you." With relief in his voice, he wanted to hug you. But when he was already standing in front of you with his arms half outstretched, he changed his mind again and just cleared his throat. You noticed that he even blushed a little.  Although you felt a little sad about this, you couldn’t help smiling.  

“Fuegoleon is such an organized and competent person. Always friendly and also a strong mage. But this side of him, his vulnerable side, he only shows me. As if he knew I wouldn't judge him. As if he knew he is safe with me…”

Over the next few hours, you went through all the paper chaos together. You reassembled documents and reports that belonged together, put them in a logical and chronological order and threw away things that were no longer needed.

"That took much longer than expected," he noted.

You nodded. "But most of the work is done now.  We just have to sort the files back into the shelf and clean up here." As you were about to start, a loud yawn escaped you. Just as you were about to apologize, Fuegoleon yawned too. With an awkward grin, you looked at each other as the young leader suggested: "How about tea? Or better; coffee? We still might sit here for a while."

"Good Idea. I will go and get some." You put the file in your hands into the shelf and were about to go, but Fuegoleon stopped you by blocking the door. "Don't worry - I will. Take a little break, (Y/N)."

"Afraid that you will make a mess again in the few minutes I get us something to drink?” You couldn't help yourself from making a little joke.

"Maybe ", he answered quietly, smiling a little embarrassed at you, before leaving you alone in the office, but you didn't mind.

"He's such an accommodating guy. I'm so glad he likes me. Even though..." The same moment you congratulated yourself on being a happy little mushroom, the self-doubts came back. And with them, the nagging question of "Why?" "Why does he still like me? Why is he asking me for help? After my failed confession and the fact that I never really wanted to see him again. Why is he still so friendly towards me?"

While you ponder these questions, you sort back a few papers and reports on the last missions. "Maybe he really likes me as much as I like him? Maybe we..."

Another yawn undercuts your train of thought. "Fuegoleon is really taking his time. Maybe..." You sit down on the small sofa in the room. “He ordered me to take a little break. Not a bad idea at all – I am really tired by now. It’s past midnight and the past day was full of hard training and work.” The sofa was so warm and soft, you couldn’t help but lying down on it "I'm just resting my eyes until he comes back..." Knowing that this was a complete lie, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in no time.

"I don't know how long I slept on that sofa. But I know I dreamed of him. Sneaking a kiss from me..." Even though you know that Fuegoleon would never do such a thing - kissing a sleeping girl is a reprehensible thing, by the way - it made you giggle a little. No. "He did something much sweeter..."

Without realising it, you wrapped yourself more tightly in the blanket. You hugged it like a soft toy and buried your nose in the fabric. Although it certainly didn't smell like your beloved...

"He gave me his cloak. Covered me up.... I can still remember the scent, warm and sweet, but also a little spicy. Like cinnamon with a fresh hint of ginger..."

When you woke up again, you felt safe and sound. Like being in a warm hug. The smell of cinnamon rose to your nose. A smile flitted across your lips as you opened your eyes. You couldn't tell why you felt so safe, neither how long you had been asleep. But the second you realized Fuegoleon was already back, doing the job he'd actually told you to do, a panic started in your head and you rumbled to your feet. Still wrapped in what you think is a blanket.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry, Fuegoleon. I fell asleep and..."

"Don't worry", he said friendly. "I've finished the work a moment ago."

"What?"

He nodded, putting back the last file of documents. “Also, I told you to take a little break and rest. Everything is alright.”

With a gentle smile on his face and half-open eyes, an expression full of gratitude, he came over to you. "I must thank you again for all your support, (Y/N)." He sit down beside you.

"Oh no, nothing special." You looked away, blushing, still feeling guilty about your little nap. "It's the least I could do for you."

"Nonsense." You jumped as he raised his voice for a moment. "It's not part of your job. But... but you always help me without hesitation. Just one of the many things I appreciate about you. So..." He paused for a moment. "I'm glad you came tonight. I thought I had done something wrong to make you angry. You hardly spoke to me the last few weeks. But you are here now. And that makes me so happy..."

His words pierced your heart a little. They made you want to tell him again how you really feel about him. How much you truly like him. That your feelings even went beyond this. That you were never angry with him. That you were never angry with him. You were only embarrassed that you were always so quiet and had difficulty expressing yourself. For a split second, your courage grew. But when you noticed that Fuegoleon suddenly seemed nervous and even blushed a little, you bit your lips. Unsure what to do, he made you even more insecure when he spoke again. "So... I wonder if I could ask you something, (Y/N)?"

“Of course.” You answered right away, looking at him. Hoping, he would make a move now and tell you how he feels towards you. Like hoping for the best, but not expecting it would ever happen.

"I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to ask you this. If this isn't a bit forward of me. But..." He paused again and turned away uneasily. One could clearly see his struggle. But not the absence of his cloak.

"Maybe he really...“ You allowed yourself to hope a little.

"Would you mind helping me out with these things? I mean - the paperwork." He slowly turned back to you, rubbing his bright red cheeks.

"Oh?" You sounded more disappointed than you wanted to.

“But helping him out from time to time is a good excuse to see him more often. To get closer…” You thought to yourself.

Meanwhile, Fuegoleon seemed a bit ashamed. As if he really thought he was asking too much of you. But you placed your hand on the top of his.

“Of course, Fuegoleon. I will help you. I'm glad you have so much faith in a clumsy little person like me..."

“Don’t make yourself small again. You are reliable, (Y/N). Just believe more in yourself. Please. And thank you for your agreement. This means a lot to me.  But it's late now. Let's discuss the details tomorrow. Should  Shall I accompany you to your room?  You seem sleepy."

"Oh no, it's all right," you smiled and snuggled tighter into the so-called blanket.

As the two of you left the room, wishing each other a good night and about to walk in the opposite direction, you didn't watch your step and tripped over the fabric of the blanket.

You closed your eyes after a startled scream and waited for yourself to hit the ground when you felt Fuegoleon's strong arm wrap around your waist. Concerned, he asked you if everything was all right.

"Yes ... But ..." At that moment you realised that the blanket was Fuegoleon’s cape.

Torn between joy and being flattered and the horror and shock of having damaged his new cape, you don't know what to do.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered. "I didn't realise it was your cape until just now. And now I've broken it..."

"Don't worry. It's not a big deal. I'm glad you're okay."

"I'll fix this for you. I promise." Your voice was full of determination, but also full of guilt as you looked into his eyes while tears welled up in your eyes.

"I managed to repair the cloak for him. Although you could clearly see that my skills were very bumbling if you looked closely, he always wore it with grace. And I was able to sleep in his coat for a few nights. With his scent in my nose and the feeling of a warm embrace..."

You rolled onto the other side of the bed and looked out of the window. The moon had stopped hiding.

"I miss him so much..." you thought with tears in your eyes and hugged the pillow tighter.

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Ginger hate club~

SKATER WARS- Profiles- Pt1- Childe's friends

masterlist || home

Ginger hate club- CHILDE'S friend group

ABOUT:-

Childe- In college, an absolute prankster I tell you, ginger, (i like gingers if they are childe) mediocre grades, only passes bc the smarties, aka Xiao and Diluc help him begrudgingly. Rich. Filthy rich. Aspiring skater, practices in secret. Totally does not admire our dear protag [name] in secret as well (he's totally a fan stan and simp guys)

Hu Tao:- Childe's best friend fr. If not for the fact that Childe is a ginger and Hu a brunette,you would seriously have thought they are siblings. Master prankster, even better than Childe. An absolute menace to society, favorite passtime is troubling Xiao with Childe and Venti. Suprisingly she still gets much better than average grades.

Xiao:- Emo boy no 1 . Topper i tell you. Loves mcr and all stuff dark. Has the nerve to watch absolutely terrifying horror movies with the group, and only he and hu are the ones not screaming their a*ses out. Claims to hate everyone but yall know he is secretly a softie. Oh also, he is the school male heartthrob. Obviously.

Diluc:- Emo boy no 2. School heartthrob no 3 (no 2 is Childe) topper no 2.basically xiao no 2 but taller, less emo, and attractive redhead. Despises Kaeya's guts despite being siblings, yet still looks out for him. Elder brothers am i right? Hobbies are cooking and skating, actually mostly everyone in the group can skate pretty well except for venti and hu tao.

Kaeya:- Menace. Loves drinking, more on the wild side like Childe. When he skates, its crazy skating. Loves doing dangerous stunts and shit, but he has those helmets and stuff on and they make him look so- if he doesnt manage to get Diluc absolutely mad atleast once in the day, then his day is not complete. Marks are good enough for him

Venti:-our favorite femboy, he is also mischievous but more on the sweeter side because he is just so adorable. Makes sure that his pranks and games dont hurt anyone (well not too much anyways). I doubt there anyone in the world who loves wine more than him. Anywhere, anytime, anyhow. Heck, he'll even bring wine to school in water bottle, thus he is high almost all the time. If he isnt high he isnt happy. Screams the most during horror movies.

taglist:- [open, send an ask or comment to be added] @duckyyyx

summary:- It's the National level Elimination Rounds for the World Skating Championships. You, [Y/N L/N], are the No. 1 skater in the Championships for a long time. It was effortless, really, since you had been skating from a young age. Naturally, you were rather pissed off when some random annoying ginger shows up out of literally nowhere, and soon threatens to steal your No. 1 spot. He rose up the leaderboards pretty quickly, much too quickly in your opinion. He was already at No. 2, for heck's sake! And that attitude of his... Good gods, don't even talk about it- he was simply insufferable. Not to mention that sky-high ego of his. You didn't hesitate to deem him your rival and enemy the moment you met him, and yet he kept trying to constantly befriend you. How irritating. Not to mention, you were juggling this entire skating thing with your school too. What happens when only one of you two can go to the international rounds of the Championships, and you both are determined to be the one? The tension between you two is higher than ever, but can something more possibly bloom from this simmering heat and rivalry?

a/n- i wrote too much didn't I, I apologise if anything is weird, this is my first time, i completely accept constructive criticism

[hoshi-y]

Hey! I really like your writing If I could get headcanons of Hanako and Tsukasa with a s/o who has a personality similar to theirs? Like for Tsukasa they would be like him but probably wouldn’t kill people and Hanako would love space donuts etc? Have a nice day!

Meant to be

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Hanako, Yugi Tsukasa

TW : None

A/N : WAAHHH I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITINGS! I always thought it was kind of mid LOL and Of course! This request would be an interesting one fr

I hope you enjoy!

Match made in heaven

It was like a match made in heaven

You two were like two peas in a pod

Since you and him had the same interest

You two would ALWAYS stargaze and rant about astronomy

The both of you were very passionate and knowledgeable with astronomy

Not only that you two loved to have fun and mess around

Believe me, he would sometimes skip his meetings just to be with you

I feel like you two would start having flirt wars, as the other was too stubborn to back off

Sometimes you guys would do harmless pranks here and there

Nothing major (It was—)

CLINGY FOR EACH OTHER 24/7 I DONT EVEN HAVE TO SAY IT

Whenever he finds you floating about minding your own business

He would pull you to a corner so you two could cuddle TT

He would sometimes bring you to his boring meetings

Make you sit on his lap and he'll hold you as he discuss somethings with the wonders

Lmao what are you all glaring at

There was a time Yashiro brought the two of you homemade donuts

You two devoured that in minutes—

He loved plain, while you also loved plain but it had some sort of glaze on it

You two shared the same humor

wether dark or not, you'd find yourself rolling on the floor grasping for air

At the end of the day, You two would do your daily after school routine ahuhu

"Bye-bye Yashiro and Minamoto! See you tomorrow!" You bid farewell to them as you watched them walk out of the schools back gate

You turned around a jumped a little as Hanako, your Boyfriend was there, you kind of bumped into him a little but luckily he caught your hand before you could fall any further

"Woahh, You almost fell... for me~"

"I already did toilet boy" You giggled as he dug his face on your neck hugging you tightly "Tired?" You felt a nod "Let's go to the rooftop" You held his habd tenderly as you lead your half awake boyfriend to the rooftop

As the two of you got there, you sat on the picnic blanket Yashiro forgot to fold and hide away, you patted your lap and he immediately knew what to do

Hanako laid down on your lap as you took off his hat and ran your fingers thru his soft choppy black hair "You can rest, Love, I'll be here.." You suddenly felt him push you down as he hugged you "Mm.. Alright.."

Oh what am I ever gonna do with you? Amane.

Perfect Match

you two were PERFECT for each other

I just know Sakura and Natsuhiko were so thankful you came into his life, it was now less noisy in the broadcasting room

You were dead, so you and him could play EVERYDAY

surprisingly, he gets tired from all that running around

"Tsu get up!! Let's go play!!" Pulling on his arm for him to stand up, but he pulled your arm and now you landed ontop of him as he smirked "Didn't I tell you that I'm resting?~" He inched closer, but he didn't see a blush on your face or a reaction

"And I said I wanted to play.." You inched as close and Tsukasa backed off

Oh my were you so bold

This type of non reaction from you fueled him to do more

More teasing = No reaction

He ended up sulking in the corner

When the two of you ended up together

You two were so clingy for each other

Would cuddle 24/7

Tsukasa would be very overprotective of you, and you were too

But the thing is, you don't kill and harm and he does

You once saw him smash a supernatural into bits and you just stood there

You looked.. Amazed?

"Woooww that was so cool Tsu!!" You said excitedly as he looked back and stood up walking up to you "My dear! What are you doing here?~"

You hugged him as you dug your face on his chest "I missed you Tsu~" He chuckled as he gently grabbed you cheeks and leaned down to give you a kiss "Me too, But I have work to do so—"

"Ehhh Nooo!!" You whined as you clung onto him

Scary....

You two would sometimes past the time running around playing, annoying the shit outta Natsuhiko and Sakura

Just the usual~

Sakura sighed as she closed her book "Look what you two did! You annoyed my lady—"

"Be quiet, Natsuhiko."

"OF COURSE ANYTHING FOR YOU M'LADY"

You and Tsukasa hugged each other, waiting for Sakuras lecture "You two are like two peas in a pod.. I can never tell apart who's who, Both your personalities are so alike." She rubbed her forehead

"MMMMMM, Ne, Sakura, Me and [F/N] Will go to the domain~" Sakura didn't even care anymore, as long as the two of you get out of her hair she's fine

Tsukasa lead you to his (?) Domain as the two of you played in there, The splashing of water and both your laughters was the only thing you could hear

You tripped and fell, and Tsukasa immediately went over to you helping you up "Are you okay?.." With a soft voice, This surprised you "Mhm! Don't worry Tsu!" He chuckled as he hugged you

"I like it when you call me Tsu, Call me that every day okay?!" You nodded enthusiastically as the two of you talked about random things instead, he didn't want his lovely S/O to get hurt

shakira shakira

[a-very-fond-farewell]

15 questions, 15 people:

I was tagged by the lovely @lienwyn 💕 hi dear. thank you for the opportunity to overshare 😈🔥 (also, you own a loom?? amazing flex. I’m honestly jealous ahah. and the dog-longing word?? 🥺 heartwarming 😔💕 I feel you on the pain in the back tho, that must have been quite intense for you to have such a reaction. big hugs 💜)

here we go!

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1. are you named after anyone?

unfortunately yes, but it was a mistake. my parents thought the name was elegant.. little did they know a historical figure had it too ahah

2. when was the last time you cried?

so. weird thing. I cry when I see animals. or when I look at people and go “........ earthlings just like me <3”. or when I think too much about how much I love my people. but spontaneous, SAD crying......? not sure. Ik I’ve been down recently, yeah. but if I start crying it’s the end for me. I end up with a stuffy nose all night, if I do. (my hand recently had me seeing stars tho, ngl)

3. do you have kids?

I’m glad I don’t.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I try not to IRL bc you never know how smart people can be. in the sense that I used to use it when I was younger and people smarter than me called me out for it enough times to make me lose any interest in it. I’m also not really good at knowing when someone is being sarcastic with me, period. so.. yeah. not really. no.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m oblivious. I’m so oblivious I don’t even notice large scars on their faces or the color of their eyes sometimes?? from afar I’m quite proficient at reading people’s mood tho?? like, if they are belligerent or not?? is that a thing?? also I can hear them before I can see them almost all the time. I’m a bat, I can hear everything.

6. what’s your eye color?

green? possibly? I have a colorblind mother who tells me they’re blue tho. but she might be convinced of that only because she sees her own eyes as gray when they are green. so I’m not sure about that. my dad tells me we have the same eye color..........but that’s not true. like. his are blue-blue. mine are not like that at all.

fun fact, I love dark eyes. keep talking, gorgeous, I’m not gonna argue with someone with beautiful big brown eyes.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

I’m a scaredy-cat :( I wish I could watch scary movies tho. that seems so much fun! so imma stick to happy endings for now, yes.

8. any special talents?

I craft? a lot? oh but I want to learn woodcarving *-* that would be so much fun. and I guess I’m semi-proficient in the Dad-Art of “collecting weirdly-shaped objects that will eventually come in handy to slot somewhere when they are needed”. yeah :D

9. where are you born?

in the bog. the foggy countryside. the cul-de-sac. but also. northern italy.

10. what are your hobbies?

felt punching, drawing, writing, nagging people, watching old detective shows, reading, petting cats, telling dogs they are good bois (or good girls!), cleaning cupboards, researching, taking notes, horror vacui, listening to people tell me all about their special interests, naps.

11. do you have any pets?

parents have 2 dorky kitties. I long for a silky anteater or a lobster tho. a fat loaf of a cat to call mine would be nice too one day tho, yes.

12. what sports do you/have you played?

I was pretty good at crab soccer when I was younger. and I liked skiing. ;-; too expensive for me where I lived tho.

13. how tall are you?

166cm (5’5??)

14. favourite subject in school?

Dante :) no but fr, italian literature and english. German was cool too, but now I can’t remember any of it :(

15. dream job?

I’m considering either sheparding or...... are there non-religious monasteries out there? that aren’t sects or cults? tax-free, honest labor? no? just me? ok. no but fr, restoring old furniture or working in a library. but I don’t have the qualifications for either of those unfortunately.

it’s time to open that lobster sanctuary of my dreams then 😤 that will cure me.

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here we go! thank you for the lovely game! Imma tag......... idt I have 15 peeps to tag. but I’ll tag some, in case they want to join (or simply to snoop around my business, always nice to be seen :) no pressure to play): @goaheadandflysomeplane , @fismoll7secinv , @shhhsoftnwet , @kinslayersadvocate , @sssrha , @thepointlessmasterpiece !

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts 2 and 9 with Stephen Strange x Beauty, please? It might be sweet seeing him comfort her after she had a really cold and exhausting day.

2. "Drink some of this tea, it will warm you up."

9. "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."

Hurt/Comfort Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln (OFC)

Hey, Stephen - I'm so so sorry, but I'm gonna have to cancel on our plans tonight. I've had an incredibly rotten day at work and stuff, so I just want to curl up on my sofa & watch something mind numbing & lick my wounds a bit.🥺Even though I miss you like crazy, I just wouldn't be good company at all. We'll have to try again, hopefully soon. Love you. Always.💋💋 

Stephen gnawed on his lower lip as he read Beauty's text a third time. His schedule lately had been jampacked as supernatural activity across the globe has kicked into overdrive in the month leading up to Halloween. The rise in incursions from eldritch realms was to be expected at this time of year, but it was often complicated by amateur ghost hunters and wannabe practitioners of magic or voodoo either trying to fight the baddies on their own, or summon malevolent spirits to do their bidding. Meaning he and his fellow sorcerers had twice the work to do—protecting humanity from both mystical dangers and from the foolish antics of those who believed they had a calling to do the same.

He glanced over at the vase holding a dozen and a half long stem American Beauty roses in several shades of pink, which he'd meant to accompany his apologies for missing their last three date nights. Thinking that his girl must be in a very bad way to make tonight their fourth miss. Crap. Stephen decided at once he wasn't going to let that happen. As quickly as his scarred fingers would allow, he texted back. 'Understood. Missing you too, sweetheart. We can reschedule. You rest up & take it easy tonight. And please just let me know when you get home safely...so I don't need to worry so much.'

Beauty's reply came right away. 'Will do. Thanks for understanding, magic man. And for worrying about me.💗' Stephen had to smile fondly; a sweet sort of warmth always filled his chest when she called him that. And man, had he been missing that warmth! If he hadn't already decided to surprise her, that simple little phrase would've been enough to set his plan in motion. 

Beauty stood before her door, damp-haired (having forgotten her umbrella in her desk drawer) and with the lower half of her sweater-coat and her suede boots drenched from being splashed by a taxi that had pulled up to the curb as she been waiting to cross the street. At least the first time Stephen sees me in weeks won't be with me looking this bedraggled, she consoled herself. Although I'd rather warm up in his arms than in that old afghan thrown across my sofa top.

It's better this way anyway, she sighed forlornly, zipping off the text he'd asked her to send so that he'd know she'd gotten home in one piece. Stepping through her door, Beauty noted the room was candlelit and redolent with one of her favorite scents in the world. Gingerbread. This just had to be Stephen's work! Already her heart—weighed down by all the bad news she'd received at work this day—began to feel a bit lighter.

She dumped her attache and pocketbook on the floor and shrugged off her wet sweater, hanging it on one of the hooks beside her door. Inhaling deeply (he must've found her stash of gingerbread scented candles) Beauty called out his name.

Stephen came around the corner from the kitchen, wearing his dear, lop-sided grin and one of her frilly aprons over jeans—surely a sight he intended to amuse her. He had the sleeves of the dark blue silk shirt she'd recently given him (just because she'd known he'd look damn fine in it) rolled up, further indication he had something brewing in the kitchen. "Oh, Stephen...you didn't have to go to this trouble. I would've been fine just crashing on the couch."

"Nonsense," he insisted as he came to stand in front of her, smoothing one hand over her wet hair. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't do what I could to take care of you?" 

Speechless for the moment, Beauty lowered her gaze shyly—and to hide the fact that tears stood in her eyes. Stephen's voice, low and deep and rich with honest concern, continued, "I've lost track of all the times you've taken care of me at the end of a rough day. It's long past time I returned the favor." He pulled her into his ready arms.

Beauty nodded and laid her head upon his shoulder, and then the tears did come as he rocked her gently. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, baby. Just let me be here for you—and let me remind you of how much I love you..."

She had cried for a good ten minutes, clinging tightly to him, only aware that her hair and clothes and boots had dried completely in the interim (a subtle charm Stephen had worked for her comfort) until shegathered her wits and backed out of his arms. "Go get changed," he instructed her gently, "I laid your jammies and robe out on your bed, and then you can meet me back her for something to warm you on the insides, okay?"

Beauty nodded silently, kissing his cheek before following her good doctor's orders. When she returned to the living room, she discovered that Stephen had set a small tray on the coffee table, along with a vase of gorgeous roses. He motioned for her to take a seat.  "Drink some of this tea, it will warm you up."

Meekly, gratefully, she accepted the cup, sipping gingerly until she could tell it was the perfect temperature. "Now," Stephen told her, picking up the remote control, "I've got The Princess Bride cued up for your viewing pleasure, unless you prefer Practical Magic to begin with instead..."

"You remembered..."

"That we were watching that the first time I finally had the sense enough to kiss you?" Stephen cupped her cheek and leaned closer, "How could I not, sweetheart? That was the best first kiss of my life..."

"Don't tease me," she whispered.

"Simple truth, Beauty. And my life has been better and better every day since." Stephen took her free hand, brushing his lips across her knuckles, "I should probably tell you these things more often. I'm gonna try my damndest going forward, to do just that. And to take care of you as you deserve." He stood up, "And now supper. Your favorite comfort foods on the menu. Pizza Hut pepperoni pan pizza—and a mac'n'white cheddar cheese that I made from a box mix myself."

"Will there be dessert," she asked, gifting him her sweetest smile—the first of the evening.

"Ben & Jerry's reverse chocolate chunk--"

"But they don't make that anymore!"

"I know," he winked, "But don't ask a sorcerer to reveal all his secrets, honey. There needs to be at least a little mystery to keep the spice in a relationship."

Sated on pizza, mac'n'cheese, and her all-time favorite ice cream, Beauty was feeling a whole world better than before she had stepped through the door of her flat. As they watched the magical romance, she shared with Stephen the things that had made her day so awful. Budget cuts at the Library meant she's have to lay off at least one staff member and truncate the Library Page program she'd started two years earlier. She'd found out that one of her students in the 5-8yr old reading group was battling leukemia and had been sent to St. Jude's Hospital in the hopes of getting lifesaving treatment. And shortly before she had initially texted Stephen, her brother had called with the sad news that his wife had miscarried four months into her pregnancy. In Stephen's arms, she found the exact comfort she had been needing, but hadn't wanted to impose upon his valuable time to ask for. 

The heavy emotions of the day, coupled with the carb heavy meal Beauty had consumed, finally asserted themselves as bone deep exhaustion. Though she was doing her best to stay awake, Stephen could feel her drifting off. He nuzzled the top of her head and tightened his arm around her. "You wanna go to bed, honey? We can pick up the movie where we left off, on another night."

"Uh-huh," she yawned, snuggling even closer, "I'd rather stay here with you, Stephen. It's been ages since I've felt this warm and cozy. I...I don't want it to end."

Stephen hummed agreeably. "I know the feeling, baby. I've been missing this more than I even realized. I'm not gonna let us go this long apart again. We both deserve better. So for now," he sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head atop hers, "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."

Secure in the care of the man she adored, Beauty slept more soundly than she had in months. In the morning, she awoke in her bed beside him, and it proved to be the beginning of a very beautiful day.

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@stewardofningishzida ~ thank you again for giving me a chance to write Beauty & her Stephen! It's been so damn long, and I've been missing them together.

[swaqcenix]

*died.*

PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'm sorry I disappeared from the radar. I was just preparing for the physics contest, which I will have on Monday. and I also have a german contest this Friday. maybe I'm a quiet person, but my ambitions are very loud and I intend to get first place everywhere, lol…

so!

first.

MY GODNESS, nooo, don't call me cute or sweet. 😭😭😭 my heart is very weak and may not be able to stand it. again, God, thank you very much for your kind words and mutual understanding that you give me. hehe, I hope you are not tired of my long messages, which equally kill our time.

my request!

I'm dying. I'm really dying a happy person. I'm so glad you liked it so much that you started writing it so quickly. BUT, please take your time and keep giving yourself time to rest and introspect. everything is fine, I will humbly wait for this masterpiece. and I'm always here to talk about the motives why some characters would become yandere. I'm sure that the main reasons that would trigger my resilient and independent Peggy would be the desire to protect and take care of the object of her "love", given that people who are too close to Peggy can be killed.

so……. yes.

Oh and, haha, that's unusual to hear. I'm not a fan of horror movies or sitcoms, (unlike my mother), but I would love to watch with you what you think is a real masterpiece that we just have to watch.

next, emotions. of course, emotions and feelings are very… a sensitive topic. as well as dont revealing your such emotions and feelings to people. everyone has their own reasons for this. and I am so glad that you are really getting help in this matter. it's true as an outlet after these messages with a kind of self-autopsy in front of a stranger like me.🫂

and no. we and your loved ones are lucky to have you. and, probably, I'm not thinking very constructively in order to decompose all your positive and negative traits and behavior in order to determine whether you are a curse or a blessing...

Rather, this is what I want to see.

let's remember a glass of water. someone will say that it is half full, and someone will think that it is half empty. in your case, if you were a glass of water, I would say "this glass is half full".

I do not know, but I'm again so embarrassed and happy at the same time from your post with Peggy and this spoiler……

I swear, while I'm at this olympics, one cell of my brain and the last cell of my nerves will probably be like:

"Peggy, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy fanfiction, dark-Peggy, Captain Carter, tumbler, Kaz, Kaz, Kaz, Kaz, be gay do crime, here we go lesbians, wAh uH BoH uHl, yoove gOht tO bE JOEking, God save Peggy Carter and her amazing accent"

AND OH MY GOD, HOW BEAUTIFULLY YOU PICKED UP THESE AESTHETIC PHOTOS AND HOW BEAUTIFULLY EVERYTHING IS DECORATED.

just don't think that I'm writing all this just because of my request. I just wanted to compliment you on your excellent sense of taste and impressive writing abilities. well, and of course in general, for your presence.

hmm.

hey, babe, do you know what the best thing your parents did?🧐🤨

*theatrical pause*

you!😎😜😈

(DISCLAIMER: IT'S A JOKE, I DONT KNOW, WHAT IF YOUR PARENTS ARE DOCTORS AND FIGHTING CANCER OR HELPING HOMELESS CATS AND DOGS, THANK YOU, BUT YOU'RE STILL THE BEST THING THEY DID)

oh my god if it isn't my favourite anon! hii darling i hope you're doing okay! <3 you'll absolutely smash those contests ik you will so good luck for them! sending much love and support for it! 💌

hey it's okay to be a lil quiet but have strong ambitions and aspirations fr, were all our own person simply trying to be in the world

agh i'm sorry dear :) i have a habbit of using nickname's especially to cute humans who deserve it. i'll protect your lil heart i promise! and of course my word's simply seek to tell the truth. <3 also i could never get bored of your messages even if they're long i love that you feel comfortable enough to send me messages like this, besides they make my days 🫶

god don't die on me before you have even read it please! 🙏 no but of course i'm enjoying writing it bit by bit, besides it's an interesting concept and i hope you thoroughly enjoy it when i do get around to posting it love! don't worry i won't over work myself sweet! i feel like the reason in this story peggy ends up becoming yandere is due to her past, she's always had to fight to become what she wanted. the serum everything, her brothers death. so in regards to this seeing reader with wanda and seemingly so helpless she has to have her, in a way her stomach seeths with a pain she hasnt felt in years. When she does get reader its the urge to keep herself and peggy has to tell herself that, it is all for the good of cause for her little thing she has to protect! <3 i got carried away then and it shows.. 🫠

god i'm such a sucker for them it's embarrassing. scream, the conjuring series, the visit, hereditary it's the adrenaline for me! dw i'll choose ones that won't scare the shite out of you i pinky promise love! :))

emotions are always a complicated little thing, silly but meaningful in every way. loki said love is like a dagger and sylvie said love is hate, whereas it's all of that and so much more just as any emotion is! it's apart of who someone is and how they can be seen. thank you so much darling, sometimes those who cannot be seen or known of are the best listeners, so always! 🫂

i'm lucky to have you all in my life in anyway shape or form, those we surround ourselves with always impact our inner selves and ofc. analysing whether one is a poet or a singer through words, or simply is just one at the edge of the shore is entirely a concept that doesn't define curse or blessing, i'm flattered and touched you'd simply let it be. your words speak everything so softly <33

thats an interesting concept of a glass of water and touching. from my perspective in regards to yourself you speak fondly of people in ways that even the sun is unable to touch, you perceive things amazingly and im blessed to get to speak to such a sweet anon 💞

bahaha you're adorably funny i love it! my fanfics are something idk even what they are but i do apologise (not really) that it's fumbling so much with that brain of yours. i just enjoy delving deep into gayness and chaos with stories and characters! :')

sO each photo really does have a meaning, small spoiler the middle photo of peggy is her face when she first sees said reader, the other two are secrets yet to be revealed! i love alluding to certain events with my photos i just enjoy searching for them and adding in secrets and clues to be revealed.

don't worry darling ik you're speaking from a kind heart and soul, your messages truly are touching and i adore speaking to you and receiving such compliments! you're truly a breath of incredible fresh air and sunshine 💌

BAHAHA such an adorable thing and snazzy thing to say! <33 yk what yours did? the same thing created such a beauty such a melody. LMAOAOAOA dont worry no offence taken (my parents are fine my love) 😂💌

i hope you've slept well though and taking care of yourself!! did you sleep well and remember to stay hydrated my dear :')

[kimdokjas]

tag games! 💫

i’m like years late for a lot of these I’M SO SORRY

1) tagged by @tachiehara​ thanks for the tag mary 💕 this was so fun to fill out!

five movies

what we did on our holiday (2014)

palm springs (2020)

this beautiful fantastic (2016)

the man from uncle (2015)

fantastic mr. fox (2009)

four songs

revenge, and a little bit more - unlike pluto

lament of orpheus - darren korb

green & gold - lianne la havas

when the morning comes - hall & oates

three essentials (besides food, water, phone, etc.)

good books

extra large coffee mug

cozy sweaters and blankets

two books

the aleph and other stories - jorge luis borges

an absolutely remarkable thing - hank green

one quote

“I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.” - jorge luis borges, the aleph

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2) tagged by @itadorii-yuuji thanks for tagging me bestie 💖 this was so fun and super customizable!

(picrew)

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3) tagged by @sarejanet thank you for the tag dear! i love these 💞

rules: tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with

last song: dedicated to the one i love - the mamas & the papas

last tv show: uhhh it’s been ages (i’m on a webnovel spree rn) but i think it was probably 86!

currently watching/listening to: extraordinary attorney woo, it’s such a wholesome show fr 😭

currently reading: mist unlimited

current obsession: orv brainrot 24/7 babeyyy

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4) tagged by @crimsonrosee thank you for tagging me emma 💖 i loved the art style, it’s absolutely gorgeous!

(picrew)

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5) tagged by @myownangel thank you for the tag nuu 💕 i love taking quizzes lol, oh we even got the same answer!

which type of love interest would you be in a dating simulator? (uquiz | original post)

The sweetheart with an enigmatic dark past

You're always polite and kind with others. That makes people feel comfortable around you and many would consider you a close friend. However, you seldom feel connected with those around you. You feel like they don't know you, the real you, and they never will because you'll never allow them. It takes a great amount of time and trust for you to show yourself as you truly are, because you repress most of your feelings and desires, and mask them with a calm and collected personalty. It just seems easier that way, safer. But remember that if you bottle everything up, it will explode one day, maybe in ways you aren't proud of.

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6) tagged by @reinerist​ ahh this was adorable, thanks for the tag robin! 💞

(picrew)

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7) tagged by @tachiehara​ @myownangel​ @reinerist​ - thank you for the tag mary, nuu, and robin! 💕

“get to know someone better” tag game

relationship status: single mother of multiple fictional blorbos

favorite color: blue 💙

favorite food: my answer would probably change each day lol but rn it’s any and all kinds of sushi!

song stuck in my head: pantomime - imagine dragons

last thing I googled: reverse osmosis

time: 4pm

dream trip: so many ahh probably ireland, scotland, greece, and/or japan

something I want: to learn literally every language ever pls why can’t i do it :/

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tagging for any of these: (as always, no pressure at all!) @itadorii-yuuji @crimsonrosee @reinerist @myownangel @tachiehara @sarejanet @karura @kyaa-a @kishou @itachis @vanitasuu @anyaaforger @aanyaforger @tohmura @gojosattoru @spyforger @bxchira @theforgers @giyyu​ + anyone else who wants to join! 💕💕💕

[spookycrazyhatboxghost]

The first chill of winter has hit Sundari

//fr I don’t even know if Mandalore gets winters or how that’d work under the dome but it’s cold and I’m suffering //

The hour is late; kitchens have been closed for an hour and they’re in the middle of their weekly caff and little pastry wind-down.

There are three chairs set out with a drip caff station at the table; two chairs are occupied.

Both are wearing matching uniforms, high collared dark shirts, pants and boots. The starch of their collars gone and their aprons long discarded but that is where the similarities end.

One is a tall; slightly pale blue Pau' an man; bald and black eyes—all long limbs and a unique pattern tattooed from the crown to his cheekbones. He was friendly to few and tolerated even less.

The baseline human across from him was sitting—no perched on the chair; left side against the backrest and one leg on the chair flat. Dark hair clipped away from the face; on the table in-front of him is a spare page of flimsi and a spiced hot chocolate that is more spiced mocha then dessert.

Mandalorian by birth but didn’t hold the zeal for Beskar’gam covering all of the time —hence his kitchen work.

Xok is concentrating hard on counting

stitches ignoring the look Qwil is giving

him.

The Pau' an in the other chair doesn't try to hide the

amusement behind the nicest cup of

drip caff he's had in awhile.

"So how's

the scarf coming along? 12-7–34".

He received a death glare in lieu of an

answer.

“Rude! Yours, Granns and Calam’s I’ve already finished— it’s just this one I’m having to restart… it has to look nice ”

The man paused scribing the stitch count on the bit of flimsi ; fingers absentmindedly petting the semi completed scarf. It was a subtly variegated yarn; pitch black for long stretches until it shifted to a faint berry tone and then a bright shock of red and then back to berry and then pitch. And in the design he’d chosen the little red shift was actually quite pretty.

When he saw it in a market off world he’d bought it immediately. The seller had all different colors and he’d grabbed several in his friends favorites but this one was a gamble.

"I am about

3/4ths of the way done- I would be further along if Syril would let

me knit in peace--I have to hide it from her in this”

Xók murmurs.

For emphasis; shaking the tote bag he carries the project in. Qwil nods but his attention is now more focused on the plate of sweet breads Grann has brought from the back.

They were destined for the trash anyway so why

be wasteful.

Grann was in a jolly mood; from red shade on her claws that matched her head feathers to the way she presented the plate of pan with all her pointy teeth showing.

"See? A little water and time in the oven

and they are good as new." She grinned triumphantly.

Xok poured her some caff as she settled back down.

"Never doubted you for a moment Grann”

The

human insisted as he finished preparing it how she

liked.

“Thank you that’s sweet of you— ”

She ruffled his hair good naturally.

Qwil noted this and even though he’s just finished a cup—pouted only as much as his

pride would allow.

"Where's mine?"

Xók turned in his

direction with a mini pink concha in each hand. Brown eyes

wide as he cleaned the pink dust from his fingers.

"Oh I'm sorry Qwil--what was it ? Vashkan honey?

and a splash of--go Fuck yourself"

Unused to the animosity. Grann nearly

choked on her sugar dusted choice.

Qwil didn't need to move an inch to point in Xók's

face.

"That's not right - she and I have been on the exact same shift -on our feet all day while you waltz

in at noon-"

Qwil is genuinely surprised when Xök

grabs his shirt collar and shakes him.

"I was in the MedBay you ass!" Xok hissed as he

dismounts the stool he used to get right up in his face.

Grann interrupted; voice and expression worried.

"What happened dear? Are you sick? Are you pregnant??"

Xók can hear it when his voice cracks.

"I'm not sick--pregnant what--?"

Rubbing the bridge of his nose Xók composes

himself and tries again.

"Grann-if I was pregnant do

you think I would be having caff right now? Also why

did you think I was-never mind. No this tall glass of

oisk forgot to tell me the caff I had last night could

have killed me—-“

Qwil winced

"So the Comm this morning ?

—you weren't

kidding--I'm sorry Xó-" The human nodded his head;

dipped the concha in the spiced cocoa and

explained.

"The lads in the med bay were super

confused on how I made it there on my own two feet

to be honest-“.

Xók took a bite and swallows quickly before continuing.

”Said if I'd waited any longer it would have given me a

heart attack- they had to knock me out and flush it

from my system--took longer then expected-I'm

sorry I was late for my shift-" Qwil;incredulous.

"None of that-Hey I like you alive thank you very

much-“

Xók's eyes were a little misty but he nodded.

To Qwil— apologizing smacks of bitterness .

"I'm sorry I forgot about the warning label

on the caff-I forget you're only human sometimes"

Xok sits there mouth half open in shock. "Was that-

a compliment?!" The Pau'an softly scowls into his

mug.

“No—“

Xok is full on grinning now.

"Wow-I'm really touched

you like having me around-"

Qwil bristles defensively

; pointing at the tote bag.

"There's a big chance /

He/won't accept it. Why are you bothering—-"

Qwil stopped as the spark in Xók's expression dimmed.

The dark haired man gathered his things to his chest and stood. Xok starts talking out-loud

"I just -I don't know I wanted to say thank you?- that I appreciate him-?"

Xök breathes unsteadily amidst Qwil trying to think

of a way to take it back. The Pau' an flinches-away from the hard look Grann is aiming at him.

"That

was a low blow Xök forgive me?-"

Qwil says loudly to

stop the guilt foaming up his insides and the glare

from burning into the side of his skull.

Xók looks at him nodding.

"No -ah thank you for the reality check Qwil-“

Brows furrowing slightly the human explained.

"I'm prepared to keep the

scarf if he doesn't want it... it's still a perfectly good

scarf for the cold.

Morning patrols are freezing— I could make gloves or a hat if there’s any yarn to spare….”

Xók felt a little better about the whole thing; thought it was good when friends kept you grounded.

Soon it was time to go their separate ways.

Passing one of the windows on his route home Zok witnessed the first flurry of snow drift gently on the other side of the glass.

FIN

[mish-tique]

Rose 🥺🌹 here!

Uhmm 4.6k ?!! oh my god! and i see that the carlos/charlotte thing made it here (honestly, if the four of them, charles charlotte carlos isa, get it together) i'd suffer from too much bi panic

But to the main agenda, omg CARLANDO CARLANDO in missha's kinktober (i'm so excited for the next ones too)

So uhmm SPOILERS below the rose line

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"Carlos has to control every well-trained muscle in his face to not roll his eyes or show his annoyance in general." <- actually, i need him to roll his eyes more, that particular characteristic in carlos, the sassiness, plus his big eyes, and his face in general, is just perfect combo

"Anyone but him. Because he lost his heart in the years of his youth, during the storms of growing up at court. In the days when he trailed his mother’s steps, learning the hallways of the palace and secrets of the house, he met Lando, the son of her main attendant." <- awww secret loves in childhood in the palace 🥺 🥺

"Charlotte had been thoroughly unamused when she heard that neither of them would be getting away with it and he had echoed the sentiment. He had never expected the queen to be on his side for this, but she has been a welcome ally to his agenda ever since." <- i know it's chacha in this au, but if you had made it to be charlotte/isa, it would mean mlm/wlw solidarity from the king and queen

i'd bow to king carlos any day, and his head with his beautiful hair, it's perfect for a crown actually

"The stars, they are all Lando; always present, ethereal beauties that Carlos only allows himself to indulge in fantasies of in the dark of the night." <- 🥺 🥺, the stars they are all lando, once again on the floor sobbing

"You are too dear to me to ever have to call me ‘majesty’. " <- 🥺

Carlos, as king, should just decree having a harem legal so that he could finally have lando in his arms

“While I have spent my time with no one, Charlotte has been enjoying political visits from Prince Charles. She will not stop talking about him.” <- charlotte and i are the same then prince charles

“I hate that they make you wear so much,” <- same, carlos should just be topless everytime (i'm so sorry for objectifying, not)

"Lando’s now lying on his back with spread legs to fit Carlos in the ‘V’ of them." <- lando's just like me fr, i too am spreading my legs (i am so sorry for the horny, have you seen the man)

"Without air he may struggle, but life after kissing Lando having gone so long without kissing him is not an option any longer, not when he has been reminded how it feels." <- they're in love

the last dialogues are so cute and my heart is - aaAAAaaAAAHHH

10k royalty au carlando 🥺🥺🥺

here's your roses, i love this so much, thank you!!

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-Rose 🥺🌹

Look if I have to suffer through some people taking the charlotte x carlos thing too seriously I will absolutely be using it for my own advantage and plot reasons. Honestly, why not. And yes, carlando, the one OTP no one will let go off. (It's me, I'm no one.)

sdkghds carlos is never able to hide his reactions (remember during that soccer match?) but king carlos knows better skdhgsd

ngl royalty au's are my favourite

omg ngl isa/charlotte would have been a powermove. but we need chacha for plot reasons for part two.

We! Deserve! Crownwearing! Carlos!

Honestly I think this story has some of my best writings but it's also saved bc C rehashed a lot of my bad sentences skdhgdsg

rose sweetheart i can feel the hormones through the screen /fond /j

they're very much in love and i am incredibly jealous. when is it my turn sdkghsdg

So glad you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it!