#eventually when I get my own place im getting a pet afterwards

[ohimsummer]

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do you have any pets?

I plan on getting a dog in the future! had my boy Ezzy a few years ago but he passed, closest I’ve had to a pet since then is my aunt’s dog named Cody who is a tiny lil sweetheart :3

[joontier]

mercedes midnight runs | drabble 

synopsis: ur thirsting over jk driving you around in a mercedes

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: R

genre: smut, angst | warnings: pwp basically (the thirst is real and unquenchable) with lidol angst ; swearing ; degradation ; car sex (pls dont do this while driving fjlaksas)

word count: 2.1k

g/n: this is the first installment for my ‘between the lines’ collection! ackkk ive been wanting to do this for so long because ive always thirsted over the boys driving and imagining jk driving his mercedes around seoul is just,,,,, eye ---- btw, this is heavily unedited nhnghgnhgn i just had to share the thirst with yall real quick 

between the lines navi. |  navi. | m.list

You’ve already planned out a quiet night to yourself tonight to rest and get your mind off of things, but all of a sudden, just as you were about to settle in bed, Jungkook sends you a text, telling you to get ready in half an hour because he’s going to pick you up and take you out somewhere. 

It isn't new news anymore that he’s texting you at this hour because he’s only permitted to go out after his schedules, which usually also end late at night. Superstar problems, can’t relate. 

Well, that and because your relationship with him warrants these types of late night meet-ups. It’s that type of arrangement you’d never thought you’d agree to, but eventually, learned to cope with. Your phone pings - a new message.

[🕺] 12:45AM

im out front

When you exit your apartment, you see an unfamiliar silver car parked in front of the building, you back up the stairs, wary of who might be inside the mysterious vehicle. The window rolls down halfway, and you see Jungkook takes a peek through the small space. 

Going back down the steps, you quickly climb inside the vehicle. “New car?” 

“Yeah, you like it?” 

You hum in agreement, tracing a hand along the sleek design of the dashboard. “It’s very...you,” you remark, in awe at how this new Benz fits Jungkook so well. “C’mere,” Jungkook tugs at your elbow, closing the distance between the two of you. “Fuck, you don’t know how much I missed you.” He presses his lightly chapped lips against yours, nipping gently at your bottom lip. Abruptly, you pull away, worried. 

“Kook...what if someone sees?” 

“I got the windows tinted. I got this car for us.” His words resonate throughout the car, and you're afraid he might hear your heart thudding strongly in your chest. You choose to ignore the implications of his words, focusing on his presence and not your treacherous thoughts. 

You give him a chaste kiss on his cheek in reply, sending a smile in his direction. You hope he doesn't see your real emotions swimming in your eyes. “Where are we escaping off to tonight?”  Internally cringing at your careless choice of words, you take off your hoodie and place it at the backseat, along with your purse, all the while giving him a generous display of your cleavage as a distraction.

Jungkook’s tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “I’m having second thoughts now, if we should really leave or not,” he says, unabashedly staring at your chest, eyeing your nipples, pert against the fabric of your low-cut top. “No bra?” 

“You told me you’d be here in twenty minutes, so I had to hurry….” 

“Wearing a bra takes you twenty minutes now?” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head at your lame excuse. 

“Yup, especially when all I could think about is having you take them off. So be grateful, because I’m doing you a favor.” You give him a wink, giggling when he huffs and starts the car. You’ve outwitted him once more. Silently, deep within the recesses of your brain, you wish you had the same amount of control you had over your words with your heart, especially when you’re around Jungkook. 

Connecting your phone to the car’s music player via bluetooth, you scroll through your recents and pick on your favorite playlist when you’re with Jungkook. ‘Sexy Can I’ by Ray J and Yung Berg comes first on shuffle. 

“That sounds like a very promising playlist.” 

Your conversation slowly lulls into silence, the two of you seated there quietly as you feel the enhanced bass reverberate throughout the new car. Leaning against the headrest, you glimpse at the man beside you, studying his features. 

Sometimes you find it funny how never in a million years did you even dream of being this close to the Euphoria crooner. If it wasn’t for your cousin Eunkyung - an idol who debuted the same year as Jungkook did, who’s likewise a very good friend of the latter, then you don't think you would even come close to breathing the same air as the global sensation beside you. 

Judging by the movement of Jungkook’s lips, you reckon he’s been speaking to you for the last five minutes, but you definitely have not processed a single word from him, for all you care. You couldn't blame yourself though, and Jungkook is certainly the one who is to take responsibility for your momentary preoccupation.

“You okay babe?” 

“Mhmmhm” 

If you were going to be completely honest, you were far from okay. Besides the many thoughts swirling inside your head, your trusty menstrual cycle tracker app is telling you that you’re bound to welcome your monthly visitor in a week - which means you’re PMSing - which further means you’re only in one certain state of mind - you’re insatiably horny. 

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is absolutely no help at all. Not when he constantly looks like sex personified - muscular thighs, veiny arms, the whole package. Plus, there’s something about Jungkook behind the wheel that’s ultimately driving you crazy. 

A major part of it is your hormones for sure, but then again, even your hormones are thirsting over Jungkook driving, veiny forearms on display as he grips the wheel, or the way he backs up with only one hand on the steering wheel, or the way he sometimes keep a hand on your thigh as he drives. The formula is clear: Jeon Jungkook will be the cause of your insanity.

Jungkook pulls up the sleeves of his Carhartt sweater, revealing his nearing full-sleeve-tattooed right arm. The sight instantly makes you water, or wetter. Whichever the case may be. 

You hadn’t seen him in a week, busy working on his mixtape, amongst other stuff. And you miss him terribly, sex with him included. As desperate and slutty that sounds, Jungkook is that type of person that leaves you wanting, yearning for more. 

“What’s going on then?” 

“If this is about Eunkyung…you know we already talked about that…”

“I don’t wanna talk about that, Jungkook.” 

“What’s wrong then?” 

You don’t answer, just silently watching the muscles on his forearm ripple as he pulls on the hand brake when you get to an intersection. You gulp, looking away as you push your thighs together, hoping that somehow the friction will help the desire pooling between your legs. The action doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, whose eyes instantly  darken, now all too aware of your state. 

“Tell me what’s wrong baby girl.” 

Your resolve nearly breaks at the pet name, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. The light turns green again, and as he continues to drive, he rests a hand on your exposed thigh, strategically placing it just in the middle, the action gentle, yet enough to add fuel to your frustration. 

His tattooed fingers gingerly trace patterns on your bare thigh. Fuck Jungkook and his thing for skirts. You weren't one to complain about his sexual fantasies though, not when wearing the skirts he buys for you gets you a good fucking afterwards. 

You stay quiet in your seat, not giving the satisfaction that Jungkook gets knowing that he’s getting you all riled up. Two can play at this game. 

Gingerly, you place a hand on top of his, gently guiding his hand north towards your core. The man driving beside you lets out a cough, sitting up straighter. Keeping his hand sliding up until he’s fully cupping your core, Jungkook chokes on thin air as he realizes you’re not wearing panties either. 

“Let me guess, wearing underwear is too mainstream?” 

Shrugging, you spread your legs wider, guiding his fingers to slide against your already glistening folds. A shot of electricity runs through your spine. “Fuck, baby girl, you’ll be the death of me,” Jungkook growls, taking a sharp intake of breath as he teases you, shallowly dipping a digit through your wet cunt. 

“You’re fucking soaked. You seem to enjoy the thought, princess. Christening my car seats like the slut that you are?” He drawls, this time fully pushing a finger in as you get to another stoplight. 

“Jungkook, don’t tease me like that baby.” Biting your lip to stop the moan that’s threatening to spill, your own hand reaches out to grab at Jungkook crotch. He hisses at the sensation. You smirk to yourself. Seems like you’re not the only one who’s greatly affected. 

Encouraged by Jungkook’s reaction, you slip a hand through the waistband of his sweats, taking hold of his already hard cock. “And you’re surprised I don’t wear underwear? Bit rich coming from you now isn’t it?” 

“Better watch your mouth and stop teasing me, baby girl. You might just get punished for that.” 

“And what if I want to get punished?”

Jungkook huffs, pulling out his finger as the light turns orange. He brings his slick-covered finger to your lips, “Suck,” he orders. You oblige, sucking on his slender digit and swirling a tongue around it. 

“You’re in for a fucking treat, naughty girl.” 

It’s green again. With a sigh, Jungkook gets back to driving, this time religiously looking for a discreet place to stop over so he can fuck you properly. He finally finds a filling station, now driving with newly found urgency. 

He parks in one secluded corner of the station, with just a singular parking space separating you from a parked truck, the driver snoring away happily. 

The tension is thick in the air, inevitably making you feel hot even with the air conditioning on full blast. With no words needed to get the message across, you both unbuckle your seatbelts hastily, finding each other in a heated kiss shortly after. 

Making another grab at Jungkook’s dick - outlining against the confines of his Puma sweats, you urge him to pull them down to his thighs so you can have a taste of your alleged ‘treat’. Likewise, he orders you to lift your skirt up, giving him easier access to have you writing on his fingers alone. 

Scooting closer, you bend over the center console, taking Jungkook’s length in your hands. You place a tentative kiss on the tip before diving in, taking his cock inside your mouth. Jungkook lets out a guttural groan at the sensation, taking your hair into his hands, forming a makeshift ponytail on your head. 

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that right?” His head throws back as you take him to the hilt, the tip hitting the back of your throat. At his compliment, you swallow and as you watch Jungkook visibly shudder, you give yourself a mental pat on the back. 

As you continue to bob up and down Jungkook’s length, your hand travels between your legs, fingers easily finding your nether bud. With Jungkook starting to buck his hips upwards, helping you with your task, you quicken the pace of the fingers toying with your clit. You’re so close, but you’re doubtful you’ll even get to orgasm, considering your perched precariously over the console - definitely an uncomfortable position for you to orgasm in. 

Jungkook senses your discomfort and tells you to sit down, and you’ll both do this together. As soon as you get seated, you scoot closer to the middle, when Jungkook’s hand extends to return its attention to your dripping cunt. You give Jungkook’s erection stands tall, likewise calling for attention. Heeding to its silent call, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking his length languidly. 

For a full minute, you both stay like that, trying to get each other to orgasm. Jungkook’s breathing gets labored by the second - the tell-tale signs he’s getting close. As your hand momentarily leaves his dick to massage his balls, his phone blares, startling you both out of your wits. 

Letting out an annoyed huff, he grabs the phone and switches mute button down then thrusting the device somewhere on the dashboard. Pretending as if nothing happened, you continue your handjob until Jungkook can’t take it any longer, pulling you up from your seat and telling you to come and sit on his lap. 

As soon as Jungkook pushes his seat back, you crawl over to his side, unceremoniously sitting on his lap, gyrating your hips as you slide your wet folds against the muscular expanse  of his thigh. You’re almost there, Jungkook taking your breasts in his hands for more stimulation - that is until his phone vibrates loudly against the surface of the dashboard. 

“You should probably get that,” you pull away, retreating to your seat: cockblocked for the second time. You check the dashboard for his phone, and get a glimpse of the caller’s ID on his screen. Eunkyung. 

You place the device into Jungkook’s hands yourself. 

“It’s your girlfriend calling.”

© hhyungz 2020. All rights reserved.

[drxwsyni]

Yandere Mirio Togata x quirkless!f!Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

Anonymous asked: “I recently read your headcannons for poly yandere Tamaki and Miro. They were so good!! I was wondering if you could do a one shot about their darling escaping for over a week and is finally letting her guard down. Maybe while at the store the two yanderes finally find her. (Maybe the punishment that ensues afterward). Female quirkless reader if you will. Keep up the amazing work!”

a/n: im sorry this took so long! i have a lot of requests that are really time consuming along with my other fics right now but i swear everything that’s sent in so far will be completed. And thank you anon! I actually really like this pairing so i’m glad people are asking more of it :)

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Isolation      (2.3k words)

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One week.

Seven whole days without the smothering presence of the two so called ‘heroes’ who’d delusionally kept you under lock and key without rest.

The smiles and reassuring sentiments they offered did little to calm the fear you had for the men. No matter how much they declared their devotion to your safety and general well being, nothing could hide the undenying brutality they were capable of should you ever slip up.

You’d seen them in action before. On the news or in a social media coverage―during the time prior to meeting them―demonstrating the extent of their quirks. Their personalities were so gentle, almost as if to distract from the severeness of their abilities. And for the general public, it did the trick.

It did it for you too.

The warmth to their compassion was irresistible. The worst part about it was how genuine it was―and still is. You would be gladly basking in their affection even in the present if it weren’t for the predicament they’d placed you in after you ever so foolishly opened up to them.

The realization on their end should’ve been nothing to think twice about. It came in an idle conversation one day―the fact that you were quirkless.

They’d already grown fairly protective of you since that fateful day in which they worked together to rescue you and your coworkers from a hostage situation. But after getting to know you more, and subsequently coming across this detail, the change was like day and night.

You didn’t even see it coming. Waking up in an unfamiliar room, wrists cuffed together with a long metal chain attached, padlocked to the headboard of a king sized bed. When you found out who the guilty party of this transgression was, you knew better than to fight tooth and nail despite everything in your being wanting to.

No, it was about outsmarting them. They were stronger―so much stronger. You wouldn’t stand a chance against one, let alone both Mirio and Tamaki. It came down to biding your time.

Fighting the bile in the back of your throat, you let them have their way. The two of them were smothering.

Mirio was a little more lenient. He spent a lot of time around you, but somewhere in his dysfunctional mind was the notion that you needed your space...sometimes. His downsides came in the form of a tight grip around your frame that threatened to squeeze the air from your chest and keep it out. More than once had it left you pitifully begging him to loosen his hold even in the slightest.

As for Tamaki, he was much gentler with his affection. You were allowed the space to breath, but it didn’t mean much when you could almost never pry the man off of you when he was around. Clingy was an understatement―he treated you more like a pampered pet than an actual human.

Together, they were suffocating. You’d never seen such a display of diligence until being forced into the confines of their home. There left absolutely no room for error on their part―something you became keenly aware of.

So, rather than brute forcing your way to freedom, you resolved to lure them into trust the way they’d done with you.

The ordeal took ages, and your will to go through with your plans was ashamedly growing weaker each day. But finally you’d caught them slipping up under the pretence that you weren’t watching their every move like a hawk.

First it was the passcode to the computer in the living room―to disarm the house’s security system, the cameras along with it. After that it was a matter of getting your hands on the spare keys to the locks, both those around your wrists and the digital ones keeping the front door shut. This feat proved to be significantly harder, but one of them was bound to falter eventually.

You’d never felt so grateful to Mirio as he carelessly left his keys on the side table in the entrance in favour of scooping you up in his arms and settling on the couch with you instead. And he left them there as he quickly went to change out of his work attire in his bedroom―just enough time for you to pry the spares off the metal keyring and pocket them for yourself.

They hated leaving you alone and without supervision, a worry that Tamaki held more than Mirio, so it left the window for escape impossibly small. But you jumped on the opportunity the second it came.

For some ungodly reason neither of them picked up on the missing keys.

Your luck must have been coming to existence all at once, as not soon after they were forced to be apart from you at the same time for particularly demanding hero work―not that you cared.

You’d gone over the plan in your head just about a million times, so when the moment finally came your body acted without pause.

The cuffs fell from your wrists. The computer was unlocked and the failsafes were shut down. A backpack was shoved with supplies―clothing, money, food―and then the front door was opened. You stepped outside for the first time in months, you’d lost track of how many.

From then on it was just about running, putting as much distance in between you and that dreaded house as possible. When you finally reached the city, you didn’t even bother going to the police. They wouldn’t believe you, not when it came to two of the most upstanding young heroes out there.

Instead you went to the nearest train station, purchasing a ticket for whichever one was next for departure.

You did that a few more times in whichever town you were dropped off at until you reached the limit for how much money you were willing to spend on traveling. Now it was about holing up in some cheap motel until you could scrounge up the cash elsewhere to keep distancing yourself.

By the end of your first week you were still left with the same sum of money as you were when you got there. The weight of your fear was enough to keep you inside. But you couldn’t live off of overpriced room service and the remaining energy bars from that glorified prison forever.

As much as the prospect of leaving the safety of your room terrified you, the thought of starving to death wasn’t any more appealing. You weren’t hungry yet, but the food would only last for another day―maybe less. It was regrettably the most rational option, should you not want to run out of the little money you had.

It was supposed to be quick. There was a convenience store just ten minutes from the motel. You would grab the cheapest options there and make a beeline back to the dingy building you were stationed in.

You felt their presence before you saw them.

A large, strong arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back into a broad chest. Mirio.

And then came the visual confirmation in the form of Tamaki walking out to stand in front of you―too closely for your comfort.

“What’s our little angel doing all the way out here?” Mirio’s voice was lighthearted, but you could hear the distinct lowness, threatening.

You couldn’t move, frozen in place by gut wrenching fear.

Tamaki took both your hands in his own, a grip that could crush bones if he applied even a little more pressure. “Do you know how long it took us to find you? I-I thought―”

“But she’s here now, right? And because she knows what’s best for her she’ll be good and come home with us.” His voice was near centimeters from your ear, sending a shiver up and down your spine.

You didn’t wait this long to be free from them to just give up so easily.

“I’m not going back.”

Mirio gave your hip a small squeeze, a nonverbal warning followed by the real thing. “You know we’d never hurt you baby. Not unless you forced us.”

“B-but we’re not against hurting the people in this store. They’d never find out it was us and you know that.”

Of course, they were too smart to leave a trail back to them, or back to you. And in an instant that strong defiance you once held vanished into thin air, replaced with pure dread.

“P-please don’t do this. You don’t need to do that, just―”

“That’s right, sunshine. We don’t need to hurt anyone. We just need you to come home, you can do that for us, right?”

Like you had a choice.

The blond was already pulling you towards to exit before you could respond. Tamaki hadn’t let go of his death grip either, and you weren’t about to fight him.

Instead you kept your eyes trained on the ground, head hung as if even looking at another person might have them thinking you were about to ask for help. Tears were silently falling from your eyes as they led you back to their car parked outside the convenience store.

“We’re so glad you’re okay sweetheart. You know how dangerous it can be without us to protect you.”

Tamaki was silent as he opened the back door for you, his partner doing all the talking.

The town you were in felt abandoned, especially now that you were off to the side parking lot of the rundown store. So there was nobody to witness the two men carting you off to that wretched place they called your home.

Nobody to witness when the blonde behind you covered your face in a white rag that was alarmingly sweet-smelling.

The ride home would be long, he said. No need to put you through any more stress today.

Before you knew it your limbs grew heavy, brain muddled with inescapable exhaustion. They didn’t even give you the chance to argue over the matter, but then again, it’s nothing they hadn’t done before.

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It was cold―so undeniably cold.

The concrete left your body aching when you came to. Your clothing had been replaced with shorts and a tank top―showing that they were still generous enough not to leave you completely defenceless.

You were in a room you didn’t recognize, questioning whether or not the two even brought you back. It was barren: grey walls, a bucket in the corner, illuminated by a single ceiling light that you couldn’t locate the switch to. Lastly, there was the heavy metal door that served as the only exit to the suffocatingly small enclosure.

And there was no handle, or observable locks.

The only sound was that of your own heartbeat as the thudding grew more intense with each passing second.

It stayed like that for ages. Left with the company of your own mind, the isolation began eating away at you quicker than you could’ve ever anticipated.

At this point you assumed this was how they were choosing to deal with your behaviour, but the absence of that clarification was worse than the initial shock by far. It made you paranoid.

Not even the hunger eating away at your stomach was enough to distract you.

Or the extreme drought in your mouth from dehydration.

Or the sharp pain in your tailbone from having remained unmoving from your spot in the corner.

When the sound of footsteps finally could be heard leading up to the doorway, you almost thought that you were hearing things.

The lock shifted in the metal compartments, echoing off the walls.

You would’ve stood up to greet whoever was behind the doors, but the pain that was spreading down your back, coupled with the sensation of your lower limbs falling asleep long ago prevented this.

The door creaked open, and you hated that you felt an ounce of gratitude to see that it was in fact Mirio and Takami who’d put you in this god forsaken room.

The blond started forward ever so slightly while his counterpart remained at the frame of the doorway.

You still feared the men, even though they’d done nothing to physically hurt you―at least until now. So you remained huddled in the corner, arms wrapped defensively around your legs as Mirio stalked over to your form, crouching down at your side.

“You know why you're down here, right?” A rhetorical question, all three of you knew the situation well.

“We don’t want to do this, but you need to learn you can’t just run off like that.” Tamaki’s voice was quiet, like he hated locking you up more than you hated being locked up.

Out of habit you kept your mouth shut. You’d held out for this long while still retaining your sanity, what was a little longer?

“This isn’t a punishment, sunshine. It’s more like...a lesson. You’ll stay here for a bit so you can learn that what you did was wrong, okay?” He reached out and patted your head, as if that would make you feel any better.

It baffled you how he could keep a smile even when subjecting you to such inhumane conditions. But you chalked it up to insanity as clearly neither he nor Tamaki had an ounce of an idea of how wrong this was.

There was a long moment of silence, the two likely waiting for a response which you had none to give. You couldn’t fight them, or talk them out of their plans.

You should’ve ran farther.

The blond stood up from his crouched position, walking back over to his partner.

“We’ll be back in a few hours so you can eat, don’t miss us too much!” Joyful as ever, Mirio led his partner out of room, motioning to close the door before pausing.

“Just know that we love you, okay? We’re doing this for you.”

You could just barely hear Tamaki’s voice before the door slowly closed shut. There was the sound of the locks once again, falling into place.

And then the lights went out.

But you told yourself that you would get through this. You had to.

Because you were scared of what would become of you if you started to enjoy their affection.

[volvolts]

trying again. im gonna talk about my ocs. its pretty long and kinda incoherent idk

first start with robin

idk how to make the picture smaller so im sorry

- her name is robin wright and she’s 17

BACKSTORY

- her mom is a cyberneticist and her dad is a neurosurgeon. they do research on cyborg’s disease and have a company that makes prosthetics. they’re really rich because if it

- robin also had a twin brother named ronan (she’s the younger twin btw). he died when they were 15 because he had a rare case of cyborg’s disease in the brain. his death was so traumatizing for her that she doesn’t remember the months surrounding his death. she doesn’t even remember the funeral

- after ronan’s death, robin’s parents put her into isolation for two years. they pulled her out of her classes and activities and she barely got human interactions during this time

- eventually she had enough and begged to be allowed out which they do--as long as she has a bodyguard with her at all times. the problem? robin had a hard time getting along with most of them. in fact, ryuji is kind of a last resort. if she doesn’t get on well with him, she’ll most likely be isolated until further notice

random facts

- she’s really smart, a natural genius you could say. she was on her third year in college before she was pulled from it (she’s studying to be a neurosurgeon like her father). she’s one of those organized highlighter/color coded note takers too

- robin is a very compassionate person and is compelled to help others as much as she can. 

- stubborn and determined, she’ll pursue nearly everything and won’t back down until she has answers. sometimes she doesn’t know when to stop and accidentally oversteps her boundaries. it’s not because she’s needlessly nosy but because she wants to know the whole story before she can help them

- she has a overactive imagination and would end up thinking up outlandish ideas to fill in the blanks of things she doesn’t know

- robin is one of those people who’s polite and reserved if she doesn’t know you but will talk your ear off when she’s comfortable with you

- she closer with her father, which is why she’s studying the same subject that he works in

- both of her parents are incredibly successful and she’s expected to do something similar so she has a lot on her shoulders

- she hasn’t worked a day in her life but she has unusually strong endurance and stamina

- she has a dog! he’s a golden retriever and his name is beck. he’s an old dog and she loves him very much 

next is ryuji

- his name is ryuji lor and he’s 22

- he also goes by “ryder” (technically he’s supposed to go by that throughout most of my half-baked story because he never told anyone is real name but that’s beside the point)

- he’s a quarter japanese and three quarters se asian (not really sure what kind yet but im thinking somewhere within the vietnam/laos area)

BACKSTORY 

- a bit of TW: FAMILY ABUSE in this passage so skip if it bothers you:  his mom got pregnant with him while she was in college and because her boyfriend bailed on her and stress of the pregnancy and burnout she dropped out and went back to her family. she was seen as “the good one” of the family and was expected to get a good job to get her family out of poverty however when she came back they were incredibly bitter that she “failed” and would verbally and emotionally put her down. They also blamed ryuji because if he wasn’t born then she wouldn’t have dropped out and he was often ostracized because of it. 

- fortunately he and his mom left when he turned 5. they lived in a small apartment and had to get lots of help from neighbors and friends to make ends meet (mostly to babysit ryuji while his mom worked). ryuji vowed to get smart and get a good job to give his mother the life she deserves (and partly because he feels a part of her really does hate him and he wants to make it up to her somehow because if he doesn’t, was he just a parasite like what his aunts and uncles said?)

- when he turned 10, his mom got married and how he has two moms. they’re hard on him but it’s from a place of love so he tries his best to be a good son by studying and staying out of trouble

- at 17, ryuji has a bit of hope ahead of him. he has a part time job, good grades, and maybe a scholarship if he could qualify. suddenly he’s diagnosed with cyborg’s disease in his eyes and arm. they can’t afford either of his surgeries, let alone one. and that’s not going into the prosthetics and rehab afterwards. at night when they think he’s asleep, ryuji hears his moms arguing about how they’ll be able to afford any of it and what they’ll have to do to pay for it. 

- he can’t take it anymore. he runs away

- he ends up in a city he doesn’t recognize and is just allowing himself to die but he gets saved by irving, a back alley repair doctor. he gets prosthetics thanks to her but is now in a massive debt so he works as her assistant and also finds other jobs on the side to repay it

- his backstory is getting really long so things happen in ryuji’s attempt to make money and he ends up also working with ace, who leads an organized crime group, as a handler whose job is to fight/intimidate/kill whoever. 

- a sudden coincidence also ends up working as robin’s bodyguard which starts everything. honestly he’s didn’t want to do this job at first but robin’s parents are willing to pay a good amount of money and it allows him to have time away from his jobs with ace

random facts

- he’s left hand but learned to be ambidextrous, however he’ll usually default to his left hand

- he wore glasses when he was younger (near sighted; it was super bad but he didn’t like it)

- he’s afraid of dogs. it’s not a full on phobia but they make him uneasy because of a childhood thing. (he’s more of a cat person and maybe pets a few stray cats that come across his house every once in a while)

- he doesn’t like people staring at him. he feels self-conscious because of the scar on his face and the shadowed bags under his eyes and people staring at him don’t help

- ryuji is really good with prosthetics repair and can go into in-depth discussions about the mechanics of it all; he actually really enjoys working on it and actually helped design his own arm

- he’s really smart but he had to work really hard to get there and because he never finished his education, he doesn’t really think he is either

- ryuji tries to give off a “i don’t care about anyone” bravado to try and distance himself from everything. but he really cares. like a lot. the few people he has in his life right now, he’s ride or die for them

- ryuji works himself to death to ignore his problems. he’s afraid if he stops moving, he’ll buckle under the pressure and stop forever

- he has a knife hidden in his prosthetic forearm which he will use if he feels threatened. (it’s probably a stiletto knife or something idk yet)

- ryuji is an early riser; waking up at 9 am feels like sleeping in to him. he’s not even that much of a morning person, its mostly out of habit

then there’s castor

- his name is castor oda and he’s 24

- he’s japanese

BACKSTORY

- he lived in a really strict and controlling family who owned a business where he had his entire life planned out for him up to who he was going to marry. he’s always been angry about it because he has older siblings who will take over the company and it’s clear that more of a control and image thing than anything else

- when he went to college, it was his first time actually be away from his family and became friends with a guy named ben. 

- ben helped castor when his family kicked him out at 19 and gave him a place to stay until he could get back on his feet

- castor loved ben like a brother and is forever grateful for him

- ben mysteriously disappeared when they were 21 and everyone is pretty sure he’s dead but no one knows why

- castor wants to find closure on what happened because he’s definitely sure there’s something shady going on and he’s going to find out what.

- he’s an information broker, occasionally crossing paths with ace to relay and gather info but for the most part, castor has been working alone

- when he’s not doing that though, he works as a barista at a coffee shop

random facts

- he has cyborg’s disease in his right arm and when he lived with his family, he was deeply self-conscious about it

- he hasn’t spoken to his parents since they kicked him out but he still talks to his siblings sometimes; he’s the youngest child with two older sisters

- he always had an inkling that ben had romantic feelings for him, which was unrequited, and castor always felt a little guilty that he never reciprocated or that they never got to talk about it

- castor always wears his red scarf no matter the occasion or weather; he has more scarves but he just likes the red one the best

- people think he’s like calm and collected but in reality he’s an impulsive, emotional driven idiot just like the rest of us

- however he is the master of the polite business smile because of his strict upbringing

- he’s a rather disorganized person

next is irving

- her name is ellie irving and she’s 35

- she’s half black, half white

BACKSTORY 

- i don’t have that much solidified for her backstory yet so it might change fyi

- irving had been doing cybernetic research back in college but someone plagiarized her work and submitted their paper before she came forward

- because the paper was published before she published hers, SHE was initially hit with backlash of plagiarism

- eventually they try to sort it out but in the end, while she proved she didn’t plagiarize the other, she couldn’t prove that she came up with the research first and they just terminated the both her and the plagiarist

- she was barred from going into higher cybernetics research and honestly she’s still a bit bitter about it

- she went into prosthetics repair instead but still struggled to find work because of her alleged reputation, which many still believed she stole another’s work

- eventually she manages to open up a shop that specializes in prosthetic repairs and replacements

random facts

- she’s really harsh and aloof, however she cares in her own way

- honestly irving doesn’t believe herself to be a good person due to how she feels she let herself to bitterly sulk in her anger for so long

- she smokes a bit but she’s trying to cut back lately

- irving won’t pry if you come to her with a broken arm and you need help; she’ll fix you up and leave it at that and allow you to come to her yourself

- she’s incredibly observant and can tell if your lying with just a glance

- she doesn’t know that ryuji works for ace; she’s concerned when he seems more tired than usual but she doesn’t know how to pry

last one cuz im tired

his name is ace (i don’t have a last name for him) and he’s 32

- he owns an organized crime ring; im thinking he’s connected to something bigger and possibly something with the black market

- not much is known about him but he’s a charismatic man and has the intimidation factor 

- he flips his demeanor a lot. one minute he’s jovial and kind then the next he’ll give you thinly veil threats. he mostly does it to keep people on their toes so it’s a power thing

- begrudgingly he’s the closest thing to a father figure ryuji is gonna get

- also the jacket ryuji always wears? it’s a gift from ace

and that’s all i got so far! i have a lot more ocs but i don’t have have a lot of backstory for them yet. let me know what you think of these guys and feel free to ask questions!

[a-libra-writes]

Game of Thrones Imagines - Dancing

in which i write waaay too much about this because ive been listening to waltz music and im absolute trash for dancing scenes

In this preference, you’ll enjoy little drabbles with: Ned Stark, Benjen Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Jamie Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn of Blackwater, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Brienne, Margeary Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Edmure Tully, Brynden Tully, Oberyn Martell, Yara Greyjoy, Petyr Baelish, Beric Dondarrion, Tormund Giantsbane

seven hells what order should I put these guys in

NED STARK

In his youth, Ned never really bothered with the ins and outs of dancing. He didn’t see the point; training or running Winterfell was more important, besides, it was more of a Southern thing. His brothers shared his lack of enthusiasm, so he didn’t really care about it. 

However, this changed at a gala at Winterfell, when he saw you for the first time. You were so lively and kind, and your beauty seemed to increase tenfold when you danced. He didn’t even notice his brother Brandon was your partner at first, and suddenly, he couldn’t keep himself from asking you for the next dance, worried Brandon might keep you all night. As he put his hand to your waist and your hand in his, he internally panicked… But that melted away as you gave him a reassuring smile.

Ned didn’t even notice you were leading him, nor did he dwell on the few stumbles he made. He just couldn’t believe he was so close to you, and enjoying something like dancing.

He tried practicing and brushing up a bit after that, but really, it was a bit of a lost cause. After you married, he still loved to take you in his arms anyway, and he was never short of praise for you when the gala was over. You teased him about watching you all night instead of visiting with his fellow lords, and he wasn’t ashamed to say that he loved watching your graceful movements.

The last dance was Ned’s favorite, as he loved it when you leaned your head on his shoulder and you two could just sway. If you were particularly tired, he’d wait until the guests had mostly cleared out and bridal carry you to your shared bedroom. He used to feel a bit embarrassed in helping you undress, but later he took great pleasure in how you'd sigh. This extended to him eventually sharing a bath with you afterward, soothing your body with the warm water and his hands.

 BENJEN STARK

Benjen had never cared for dancing, especially these silly galas the Southerners liked. He never thought he was missing out, and rather enjoyed teasing Brandon and Ned for having to go to them, and later teased Robb for the same thing.

He was stopping by Winterfell and staying the night when he heard of a gala going on. Benjen wanted to speak with his brother and nephews, so he stopped by inside, surprised by the amount of people and the music. He spotted Jon and went to him, only for someone to catch his eye. He didn’t keep track of the family members of the North, as it wasn’t his place anymore, but he wished he had a name for your lovely face. 

You were dancing with Robb, smiling at him, laughing when he leaned in and said something. He admired the way you moved with such elegance, despite Robb having some trouble keeping up. 

“Uncle?” Jon found him first, and tried to get his attention. 

Benjen quickly shut his mouth and greeted his nephew. As he hugged him, he still glanced at you. Jon had noticed and teased his uncle, mentioning your family was close to the Starks, and you were their only daughter. As Benjen had visited with his family, he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you. He was ready to leave, wanting to keep you off his mind, and he was surprised when you sought him out first.

“I’m so sorry to intrude, but you’re … Benjen, correct? My cousin is with the Night’s Watch, and he mentioned you - Wait, I haven’t even introduced myself…” 

He thought it was so cute how breathless you were, and you were trying to be polite to a man of the Night's Watch, even if you had no reason to. He asked for your name, and many other questions, both of you drawing into conversation without realizing it. You noticed a few songs had passed already, and you took a chance. You asked if he would be allowed to dance with you. Benjen hesitated, and politely refused you, figuring a lady shouldn’t be dancing with someone like him. He was surprised by how disheartened you look, and he was disappointed as well.

As the evening grew dark, you noticed Benjen had disappeared at some point. You were glad to leave the stuffy hall, your feet and legs were aching. Outside, the frozen air was perfect, and you took a deep breath … and you yelped as a sudden gust of wind hit you. Your dress was thin, and you shivered. 

Suddenly, someone wrapped a warm fur around you. You looked up. “Benjen? I was wondering where you were.”

“You were looking for me?” His pleased smile was cute. You pulled the fur further around your shoulders and spoke honestly. “Yes. I wanted to see you." 

The two of you lingered, and you could feel a sort of tension. There was still music from the hall, albeit muffled and distant. You spoke first, asking him to dance with you.

Benjen couldn’t believe you managed to take him off guard, but he didn’t make the same mistake twice. He accepted, pulling you into his arms. As you shivered again, he pulled you even closer, and you wondered if it was his heart or your’s that you could hear. 

From then on, anytime Benjen passed by Winterfell, you were sure to see him. You two shared several secret meetings, which weren’t limited to dances. He especially liked it when you snuck out of the galas early and curled up with him in your guest room, where he'd soothe your aching legs while whispering how beautiful you looked. 

ROBB STARK

Like most Northern lords, Robb felt the entire idea of galas and dancing was silly. Still, he knew you attended them, so he’d do his best to practice a few steps when no one was looking. During a gala, he didn’t hide that he was looking around for you, and would try his best to have you at the first dance. When he danced with other ladies, he really wasn’t that attentive and sometimes made mistakes out of nervousness, or because he was too busy watching you across the room.

Once Robb finally had you as a partner, it was obvious how pleased he was as he held you. He’d try to play it cool, but you could tell he was concentrating on following the right steps. 

Just for fun, you liked to throw him off by moving a little closer and whispering something sweet. His face would go red and he’d stumble, and you two would laugh to yourselves, stuck in your own little world. 

He’d eventually grow in confidence and you could tell by how firmly he held you and how he began to lead the dance more and more. If you asked him about practicing, he’d have to blush again and admit he was doing it for you, as he loved watching you twirl with more experienced partners, and hoped that someday he could make you smile like that. You’d insist that you love dancing with him the most, no matter what, and he’d likely almost step on your feet again because he was so happy.

At the end of a dance, Robb always gives you an earnest kiss on your hand and lingers a bit, still holding your hand and looking you in the eyes. It’s so obvious he wants to kiss you for real, but then he has to hand you off to a partner, frowning the whole time. He’d definitely want to find you for a last dance, and at the end of that, he’d risk it and give you a kiss on the cheek - still holding your hand. He often lingers after the music ends, still holding onto you, and you have to teasingly remind him to let you go and return to his family. 

Often Robb really can’t take it and finds you after the gala, in the evening, wanting to hold your hand and steal a proper kiss from you. “I’ve been waiting to do that all night.”

“Ha! Get it all out of your system, before someone comes looking for us.”

SANSA STARK

Since she was a girl, Sansa always daydreamed about attending fabulous galas and dances in the South. Once she arrived in King’s Landing, you and her became fast friends after she met you at her first one. She looked up to you, loving your poise and grace. You began to teach her, and although she had some trouble with more complicated steps, she appreciated your patient instruction. Each gala was a whirlwind of emotion for her, and when it became too much, especially with Joffrey, she’d seek you out in the crowd. You’d take her into your arms and dance, quietly alleviating her worries as the music played.

The situation in King’s Landing became worse, but Sansa continued to attend your lessons. You noticed the toll the events was taking on her health and mind, but she insisted she was fine.

One day, she was especially clumsy in the lesson, often making mistakes and spacing out. You knew it was rather pointless you ask, but you did so quietly, whispering to her as you guided her along the steps.

Suddenly Sansa held fast to you, bringing you into a crushing hug. You heard her shudder and try to stifle herself, but several tears came out. You continued to sway, soothing her and petting her hair. As soon as you both heard someone, she pulled away, pressing her sleeves at her eyes to hide any tears. You both quickly returned to the lesson as several servants passed by. 

From that point, Sansa would often exclusively seek you out at galas, pointedly dancing with just you even if propriety demanded you two part. She only would after a scathing comment from Cersei or Joffrey - and she would've danced with others for a time, but then she’d always come back to you. You’d still whisper soothing words when no one would hear as you two twirled. 

Once the dances were over, you both would be exhausted, but Sansa would still linger with you. You’d hold her hand, taking her to her room, sometimes shooing away her handmaidens so you could brush her hair and keep comforting her. She wouldn’t always accept this, however, and would want to help you as well, smiling softly when you’d attempt to joke and make witty comments to lighten the mood.

JON SNOW

Jon was never expected to bother with fancy feasts or galas, and he told himself he was fine with it, especially since Robb was always dressed up and dragged off for them. He still found it a bit lonely, however, and he was curious about the music that was always playing for the galas. Sometimes he’d hang around outside, listening to the laughter and music. He was doing this on the night you saw him. Jon heard someone hurry out, and he was surprised to see a girl all dressed up and out of breath. You sat down on a bench almost fell over as you removed your shoes.

You turned around and yelped, and he startled, too. He apologized for frightening you, and was glad you just laughed it off. 

“You’re … Lord Stark’s boy, right? Jon Snow?”

He was surprised you recognized him, and thankful that you were talking to him so kindly. You introduced yourself, explaining your shoe had broken and you were worn out. As you shivered, he quickly gave you his fur, and you two ended up talking for much longer than you expected.

“The galas aren't so bad, I promise. Yes, they’re tiring, and dressing up takes far too long, and the lords can be overbearing …” You trailed off, and he couldn’t help but laugh. You were so pretty in your outfit, and he wondered if Robb was one of those lords who annoyed you. You stood up and took his hands, further surprising him. “Still, they're fun! Here, I’ll show you!”

Even though Jon tried to protest, he really couldn’t argue once you were placing his hands. He knew something of dancing that he was taught, but not much, and he hoped he didn’t touch you anywhere inappropriate. You ended up swaying and dancing along, and he began to forget himself. 

Once you began to shiver again, he remembered your feet were bare and offered to help you to your guest room. There were several more galas at Winterfell, and you liked skipping out to talk and visit with him. He still had plans to go to the Wall, and he considered his time with you precious, knowing it wouldn’t last long. A few times Robb or Theon teased him for having a crush, and he’d just tell them they were imagining things. 

Whenever he'd hear the music of the galas, whether it be a minstrel that was playing or someone singing, he'd wonder what it'd be like if he were a true Stark and was allowed to dance with you like the other lords.

THEON GREYJOY

Naturally, Theon wasn’t allowed to participate in the few galas at Winterfell, and he didn’t think Ironborns should be doing flowery dancing, anyway. Still, his interest was piqued when he noticed you and Sansa practicing, and how the servants would gossip about how lovely you and Robb looked when you danced. 

So Theon ended up sneaking into a few, especially at Robb and Jon’s urging. They were ready to get a kick out of Theon falling over himself or Catlyn dragging him out by the ear, but he surprised nearly everyone when he strode up to you with confidence, asking for a dance. You knew him, of course, and you were surprised when he kept up with you.

Not just that, he was almost a natural even if he didn’t know all the steps. He had an infectious energy, and you two ended up sharing quite a few laughs. If he messed up or you teased him about his hand being too low, he’d have a joke ready. Once you finished the dance, he made sure to kiss your hand with a wink, sometimes giving you a kiss on the cheek if no one was watching. 

Theon’s absolute favorite thing to do was “steal” you from your partner, especially if it was someone he knew you disliked. He’d just whisk you off with a smirk and a quip, and you two would try to stifle your giggles at how angry the man would look. 

Theon was only able to snatch you for the last dance once, and he got an earful for it later - but it was completely worth it. It felt like it was just the two of you in the room, and he stole a kiss before being dragged off by Robb and Jon, who were positive that Catlyn was going to tear Theon a new one. 

Theon would always try to find you after a gala. His usual flirting would fall a bit short, as he’d be a bit intimidated by how lovely and breathless you looked, but you’d still smile and would give him a real kiss goodnight. 

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

You were a noble from Westeros who had long been travelling Essos, and you soon came into the service of the Queen of Dragons. You two had a surprising friendship, and she found herself quite drawn to you. One day, she heard you humming and dancing along to something as you tidied up, and she asked you with a laugh what you were doing.

As you described the grand balls you’d attend, and all the silly nonsense your parents would make you wear, she’d become thoughtful. She told you to demonstrate some more of the dances, and you were amused by how queenly her demand was. You’d do your best, but explain that it’s better with two people - perhaps one of her handmaidens or Missandei could help.

To your surprise, Daenerys would step forward and hold you with a strong confidence, all but telling you to instruct her. You’d do so, keeping your smile down as you guided her hands and began the basic steps. Daenerys did her best to follow, although she took it quite seriously, and thus would make a few mistakes. As you’d tease her good naturedly, she’d be even more determined, bringing you even closer and telling you to focus on the lesson.

Your lessons continued for some time, each one the two of you going longer and becoming a little more breathless. Daenerys loved how you’d hum the songs and would move with such confidence, it would distract her more than your lips or the feeling of your body against her’s. Finally, she’d push you against the wall and kiss you until you were breathless… And afterwards, you’d giggle and ask her how long she’s been wanting to do such a thing. The queen certainly punished that bit of cheek.

While you don’t have lessons all that much anymore, during celebrations Daenerys will take you to herself and lead you in the dance. She’d obviously be pleased with your compliments, which you found adorable.

Sometimes in her chambers, when the windows are open and you both can hear the sea, she’d pull you into her arms and want to slow dance. You both would end up making up your own dances, and would take turns leaning on each other and sharing kisses and whispers.

JORAH MORMONT

Dancing with Jorah came about purely by accident. You were discussing Westerosi culture with Daenerys, as you were also from there and she was curious. You described attending galas, all the beautiful dresses and lights and music. Jorah had attended a few as well, even though they weren’t as popular in the North, and he shared his stories.

Daenerys looked to the both of you with a bit of mischief in her eyes. She asked if you two could show her how some of the dances are done. You quickly felt shy, as you had quite a crush on Ser Jorah, but the idea of being so close and dancing with him was a wonderful thought. You looked to him, and he also seemed a little flustered, but he gave you a smile. “A dance or two for the Khaleesi shouldn’t be a problem. It’s been some time for me, so you may have to lead, my lady.”

You gladly did so, you loved it when he called you a lady, reminding you of better times back at home. Despite his words, he took you in his arms with little hesitation and after you counted a few times, you both were easily waltzing around the room. You hummed a song you remembered, and he also remembered it, and began recalling when he was a young man and attended his first gala. 

You didn’t notice, but he was discussing the story more with you than Daenerys, and she had long snuck out of the room with Missandei, the two of them grinning. 

You two had ended up dancing along to several more songs, talking all the while. You hummed and sometimes sang a song, and he easily swayed you even if he didn’t know it. Jorah held you just perfectly, not too tight, and you felt so safe in his arms. It wasn’t until you turned to ask Daenerys a question that you realized you both were alone, totally out of breath and not knowing how long you’d been dancing.

 You had a mix of emotions, you were homesick and lovesick. Jorah assumed your quietness was because you were tired, and he brought you water and took you to a place to rest. You were touched, and you two kept talking into the evening. You eventually began leaning on him and fell asleep, and he carefully carried you to your room and kissed your brow before he tucked you in.

You both confessed your feelings to each other shortly afterward. While there wasn’t much time for parties in the Free Cities, sometimes during quiet evenings you’d pull him into a dance and he’d love it, enjoying your closeness and how you’d hum and rest your head on his chest.

JAMIE LANNISTER

Jamie was always expected to be accomplished in most things, and socially-demanded dancing for stuffy galas was no different. Although he didn’t think much of it, he had a natural talent for it. Jamie didn’t have many chances to dance, however, as the Kingsguard was generally discouraged from participating in galas, unless it was for ceremony or some event.

You first danced together at one of these ceremonies, and Jamie was relieved. You two had known each other for a while, and he was glad not to get stuck with some lovestruck maid. He started out with a smirk, making sassy remarks about the silliness of the whole thing, and you teasing him about being rude while dancing with a lady. As it went on, Jamie started to become quiet. He began to realize how much he liked having you this close, how you smiled and reassured him, and lightly scolded him when he made a rude comment about a guest. He couldn’t keep his heart still, and told himself it was just the exercise. 

He was disappointed when the dance ended, and ended up finding you for a few more. When you were taken for the last dance, he couldn’t deny how irritated he felt, and watched you and your damned partner the whole time.

After that, he was sure to attend more galas, but not enough to bring suspicion to your growing relationship. He’d sometimes play it risky, bringing you closer than was proper, whispering in your ear lovely or flirty praises if he knew his sister was away. He really only enjoyed dancing with you, and didn’t have a problem turning down anyone else, although he had to dance with a few others to avoid being seen as too rude.

After he lost his hand and returned to King’s Landing, the bright galas lost their appeal and he stopped attending, even for ceremony. He ended up finding you in a practice room one day, and you guided him to you, although he protested. Once you began humming a song you knew he liked, and guided him into it, he couldn’t help but bring you close against his chest. He leaned into you, swaying as he nuzzled into your hair, holding you so tight it almost hurt. 

You  knew he was overwhelmed with emotion from his captivity, so when you two got a chance alone, you’d hold him close and whisper how much you loved him, sometimes swaying and humming the songs you two used to dance to.

TYRION LANNISTER

Galas were like any other feast or party for Tyrion, he could have plenty of drink and banter, and if he got bored, he’d slip out and go to a brothel. If he knew you were in attendance, you two would sit together, trading drinks and stories.

He knew you loved to dance, and sometimes you’d step away to enjoy the music. He’d have some feelings of envy and sadness, wishing he could dance so easily with you. One day, you noticed him being particularly self-pitying, and you pulled him by the wrist.

“What’s this, my lady? Normally, I wouldn’t refuse you, but with so many people -”

You smiled and shook your head. “Oh, honestly, it’s not that. I want you to dance with me.” 

Tyrion was obviously unsure, he didn’t want that sort of attention drawn to both of you. He knew his reputation, but he didn’t want to sully your’s. You insisted, but instead of dragging him to the middle of the dance floor, you pulled him out in the halls. 

“Now I’m really getting mixed messages about your intentions,” He joked, trying to relieve his anxiety.

You rolled your eyes and took his hands, and gently instructed him. Outside, you could still hear the music, but you were alone, enjoying yourselves You both ended up losing track of time, and had to hurry back separately, so no one would assume anything untoward.

He was touched by your kindness, loving you even more, if that was possible. During galas, you two would hold hands and drink, and after you married you were more than able to sneak out and dance to yourselves under the moon and stars. 

TYWIN LANNISTER

It was the first time you had attended a gala at Casterly Rock, and your parents wanted you on your best behavior. You had to dance the appropriate amount of time with the appropriate amount of partners, at the appropriate distance. Just thirty minutes in and you wanted to leave.

You noticed Tywin Lannister sitting at a table with his family members; he was hard to miss, with his great presence. However, you became wrapped up in your irksome partners, and you didn’t notice he was gone until he was suddenly beside you. Your scared partner wasted no time in handing you over, and before you knew it, you were dancing with the Warden of the West.

He had a confident hold on you, and perhaps he was a little too close, but you hardly thought about that. You were surprised by his poise and practiced steps; he led you effortlessly and you found yourself complimenting him. You blushed and tried not to look away as he returned the compliment with his low voice. You'd never thought he would do such a thing, and to you of all people.

At the end of it, he gave you a proper bow and kiss on your hand, but it felt different than others you received. You were still buzzing. At the end of the night, he picked you for the last dance, and you were determined not to be intimidated again. You danced wonderfully in sync with him, and you could swear he tried to change some steps to trip you up. You didn’t fall for it, and followed his lead easily. The dance was over before you knew it, and he gave you another customary kiss on your hand, but there was a peculiar look in his eyes that made your heart flutter even more. 

The gossip in court exploded after that, with your handmaids telling you that he almost never danced with any lady, and everyone agreed you two looked like royalty.

You still remember that night fondly after you two married. After you wed, he was sure to get the first few dances with you at each gala, and no one was going to take Tywin Lannister’s wife from him until he was quite finished. Once he was, he’d hand you to a partner and sit down, his eyes occasionally following you across the ballroom. No one would think of making an inappropriate move on you, especially at Casterly Rock. 

If he felt someone was overstepping their bounds, Tywin wouldn’t hesitate to calmly stand from his seat, make his way to you, and give them a quiet but vicious reminder of who you were married to. Then, he’d guide you to his seat, where he’d keep his hand over yours until he calmed down. 

For the last dance, no matter how tired he was or who he was speaking to, he’d seek you out. While Tywin always held you close, if he was in a particular mood, he’d make sure your body was nearly touching his, and his hand would have a firm grip on your waist. The two of you would talk quietly or you'd enjoy a peaceful silence with knowing glances. Tywin wouldn’t want to show too much affection in public, but you could tell from his soft gaze and the way he held you that he very much wanted you. Once the dance was finished, he’d keep you by his side until the gala finished and you two retired to your bedchambers.

SANDOR CLEGANE

Of all the stupid things nobles do, Sandor found galas especially fucking stupid, especially with all the fuss in guarding them. Normally he was glad to take the night off and drink, but since being hired by your family, he had to attend to guard you. 

He’d already had growing feelings for you, and the damn galas only made it worse. You were always dressed beautifully, always smiling at this person and laughing with that one. At least you'd give cold looks to lords who didn’t impress you, but he still hated how everyone held your attention. Anytime one of the lords was too close or touchy, he’d be sure to touch his sword and quietly appear next to you two until they’d slink off.

After a well-known incident involving a drunk lord who ended up lifted by his neck and nearly tossed, the guests figured out you were well-protected and didn’t try anything fishy. It really wasn’t enough for Sandor, he didn’t give a shit about dancing, it just drove him up a wall how other men were so close and touching you. You couldn’t stand some of them, but you had to allow it, and whatever you two felt for each other had to be kept under wraps.

In the evening, when the gala ran long and your legs and feet were absolutely killing you, Sandor would wait until you two were alone and pick you up. He’d cradle you bridal style, secretly adoring how you rested your head on his broad shoulders and kept him close, sometimes touching his face as you closed your eyes. He’d be bold enough to take you into your bedroom and set you down on the bed, ignoring the scandalized looks of your handmaidens. Eventually you began sending them away, and when Sandor would set you down, he’d be sure to strip you from your clothes (perhaps a bit too roughly), rubbing your legs and meeting your lips as you held onto his face.

At one point you were practicing in an empty room and you offered to teach him. He snorted, saying he wasn’t doing that shit, and you laughed, figuring you’d give it a try. After a gala, you still have the music in your head, so when you’re both alone you’ll wrap your arms around him and hum, trying to sway him along with you. He’ll grumble and complain but still bring his arms around you, holding you a little too tight, as if trying to erase all the people who were touching you before. Sometimes he was feeling especially jealous, seeing how flushed your cheeks were and how you breathed heavily in your dress, and he’d be too eager to rip it while ‘helping’ you undress. 

BRONN

No surprise, he’d scoff at the ridiculousness of the galas and dancing. He and Tyrion would have plenty of good laughs about it as you got ready, and he’d be sure to give you several compliments on your backside before you left. After he was knighted at Blackwater, Tyrion made several jokes about him attending to find a proper wife, which he always blew off. It wasn’t until Tyrion brought up your marriage in passing, and how you’d likely find a husband at a gala since you attended so many, that he got a little irritated. 

He didn’t want to go, of course, but he recalled how you always dressed up for them. Were you dressing up for someone in particular? He didn’t think you were the husband-hunting type. The whole idea just left a bad taste in his mouth, so he agreed to go to one with Tyrion, fully intending to just drink and joke the whole time.

Naturally none of the lords and ladies looked forward to having Bronn or Tyrion there, but you still sat with them, laughing and drinking along. Bronn kept fighting the urge to pull you into his lap like he did when he visited the taverns, and right when he was about to pull you to him by your waist, you were asked to dance by some Lord Who Knows from Where the Fuck. Bronn definitely was glaring when the man took you away.

As the lord danced with you, and you smiled politely when he kissed your hand at the end, Bronn hoped that was it. Nope, several lords were ready to dance with you. Evidently, you were popular, and that wasn’t surprising. Bronn wasn’t a flowery words type, but the word ‘beautiful’ kept coming to mind as you twirled and glittered under the lights. It just irked him, so he kept drinking and suggested to Tyrion that they ditch and find a brothel. He remained irritated, despite the distractions.

The next time you readied for a gala and stopped by Tyrion’s office to see if he was joining you, Bronn felt that ugly feeling again, and urged you to come to one of his favorite taverns instead.

You thought he was joking. “In my jewels and one of my favorite dresses?”

“Eh, leave the jewels. I can help ya out of that dress, if ya need it.” He grinned.

You realized he actually meant it, and you sighed, thinking about how upset your family would be, especially since you were still unmarried… But Bronn looked almost eager, and it was hard to refuse him to begin with. You rolled your eyes, told him to give you some time and returned in a much simpler outfit. He couldn’t keep his grin and laugh to himself as he pulled you out of the castle, with Tyrion smirking to himself as you two left.

At the tavern, there was plenty of music and drinks already flowing. After you two drank plenty, Bronn pulled you up, telling you he’d show you what real dancing was. You’d never actually been amongst the smallfolk like this, so you were a little overwhelmed, but you loved the way his hands touched and wandered across your body. He was risky, giving you kisses here on there, sometimes on your jaw or your neck, encouraged by your laughter. Once you two were tired and thirsty, he eagerly pulled you into his lap, calling for another round of drinks. The two of you spent quite a bit of time at the inn and the room upstairs. From then on, you began shirking attending galas, having more fun dancing with Bronn in various taverns and dance halls in King’s Landing.

STANNIS BARATHEON

Not too surprising, Stannis saw no enjoyment in galas, even when he was unmarried and expected to find a wife. The regular feasts were pain enough, and Renly and Robert always took the attention of others anyway.

While courting you, he never actually met you at a gala, preferring to see you elsewhere. When you two married, he realized that he eventually had to attend them, as you couldn’t go by yourself … and he knew how much you loved them. So even with his discomfort, he made attempts to practice with you. You guided him patiently, and he paid attention, although he often got distracted by your happy smile, and how you’d reward him with kisses. He’d tell you to let up on all the affection so he could concentrate, but …. Nope, you didn’t. If you kept showering him with praise and affection, he’d become terribly flustered and try to pull you back into the lesson. 

When a gala finally came around, you could tell he was nervous, even if he seemed the same to anyone else. He danced with you through two songs, which surprised you. You forgot yourself more than once, giving him a chaste kiss or a compliment like you’d do in practice, and you both would blush and hope no one noticed. 

He’d sit out after that, feeling too out of place. He’d feel nervous seeing you dance with more loud and outgoing men, evening starting to grind his teeth if they looked too cozy with you. Eventually, Davos would have to point out that you didn’t smile nearly as much for the other lords, nor did you stay close to them or laugh at their silly jokes.

For the last dance, you could tell he was happy to return to you. He held you much closer, even giving you subdued smiles as you beamed up at him and noted his improvement. At the end, he’d give you a kiss on the hand, but wouldn’t be satisfied and would end up giving you a sweet one on your lips. 

RENLY BARATHEON

While Renly was good enough at dancing and he had friends at the gala, he preferred feasts and tourneys, especially since galas were full of starry-eyed girls chasing after him. You two met when you were forced to partner up, you both were trying to escape more undesirable partners and easily danced away from them. Once you’d both realize what you just did, you’d have a good laugh about it and started to get to know each other. 

Since you two often visited at other events after that, there were rumors, but you knew his heart was with a certain Tyrell. He was a fun friend anyway, especially when you both wanted to escape at a gala. You’d dance and make jokes, complain about your families and snigger at certain guests. One time you both were being pursued by especially annoying partners for a last dance, and you literally spent half the song dodging through couples, avoiding them and finally finding each other, only to be totally out of breath and the song nearly over. 

DAVOS SEAWORTH

You attended more than enough galas for one lady; your parents were so eager for you to marry, they dragged you to dozens. At least you enjoyed dancing, however, the instability of Westeros had other ideas. You followed your father on his campaign to support Stannis, putting a solid end to any future galas.

As you were often at Dragonstone, you befriended little Shireen, who naturally wasn’t allowed to attend galas. You began giving her little lessons, teaching her some of the songs and steps to them, which she loved. Eventually you began to befriend Davos as well, ans he thought it was adorable to watch the two of you. He especially liked the grace and ease that you moved with, it reminded him of a ship sailing on an easy breeze.

One evening, Shireen suggested that you teach Davos how to dance. He was taken off-guard and quickly said that he really wasn’t a dancer, besides, you were a proper lady who ought to dance with proper lords.

“You are also a lord, and a knight, Ser Davos.” You reminded him. "Besides, in these times, the realm has little need for fancy parties."

He still seemed uneasy and tried several other excuses, until you walked up to him, put his hand on your waist and took up his right one. Of course, he felt insecure about his missing fingers, but you didn’t even bring it up. And it was hard to focus on them, when he had your lovely eyes and your sweet smile so close.

Shireen sang the songs you taught her, and you sang along, carefully guiding him into a simple two and three step dance. He was stiff and nervous the whole time, worried about touching you inappropriately, wanting to touch you but knowing he shouldn’t. After that, several times when he stopped by to see you and Shireen, he’d be dragged into another dancing lesson. He actually did love being so close to you, and how sweet you were with the princess. It made his mind wander to what sort of family you two would have. 

Davos never really saw you at a proper ball, which he considered a good and a bad thing. He’d never see you in a lovely dress enchanting the room, but he also wouldn’t have to see younger, handsomer men dancing perfectly with you.

Sometimes when you were feeling anxious, you’d wrap your arms around his warm torso and hold him close to you, humming one of the songs and swaying with him. He’d hold your waist, kissing your brow and giving you words of comfort, knowing you liked the movement and closeness.

MARGAERY TYRELL

The two of you began dancing in the practice room. Margaery was quite drawn to you based off the rumors she heard, and she wasn’t disappointed, as you two quickly dazzled the room. From then on, you often practiced together, usually trading gossip and jokes the whole time.

At the next gala, she surprised you with asking you to dance. You two twirled around the floor, enchanting anyone who watched with your combined grace, not knowing you two were cracking jokes or sharing flirtations while the music played.

You danced often together, although you both knew when it was appropriate to stop dancing together and dance with a possible suitor, it never made you happy. A few times Margaery would notice when a man was getting too close, and she’d swiftly whisk you away with a charming smile, leaving him none the wiser that you were being rescued. Often, you two would catch each other’s eyes while dancing with other partners, and she’d give you a knowing smile. 

After one of the parties was winding down, you accompanied Margaery to her private chambers so you two could get out of your dresses and soothe your aching feet. She noticed you were feeling down most of the evening. “Is something the matter, love?”

“Well…” You felt foolish. “I was thinking how you and I will never get the last dance. If we ever did, people would think it was some joke.”

Before you knew it, she whisked you off the bed and onto your feet. “Then, we’ll dance right now! This will be our last one, or the one after this, or the one after that. The last dance will always be just the two of us, when we decide.”

From then on, you two had a little tradition, having your “last dance” in one of your chambers, humming to the ballroom songs in your nightgowns and usually ending it with a fit of giggles on the bed.

LORAS TYRELL

It wasn’t too surprising that Loras was just as graceful in dance as he was on horseback, and all the ladies of the realm were eager to dance with him when he attended a gala. Loras was polite, giving the proper amount of time to each lady, as he truly enjoyed galas, even if his partners could be lacking, and even if he’d never get to dance with the one he really loved.

However, Loras was surprised by you, pleasantly so. He loved that you knew the complicated steps he couldn’t try with other partners, and would give you challenges to keep up. You two would end up getting lost in the music, dancing through several songs. Several guests would stop dancing or talking just to watch, and you both usually got a hearty round of applause by the end of it.

Of course, you both would be exhausted and sweating, but he had a high respect for you and began seeing you as a friend.

BRIENNE OF TARTH

Brienne wasn’t crazy about guarding galas, as it just brought back painful memories of her own rejections and trying desperately to fit in. She’d sigh and bear it, moving all her focus to protecting you. She took the duty seriously, thus, she always watched you.

She began to admire the grace and beauty you had as you danced. She always thought you were pretty, but when you smiled and twirled, and your hair and gown moved with you, it was almost dream-like. More than once, her heart beat quickly as she watched you effortlessly pull off some move she couldn’t attempt or even name. She didn’t even pay attention to your partners, unless they were obviously pushing their boundaries - which she’d be quick to correct if you didn’t stop them first.

One day, you were in your practice room and she was once again taken with you. You noticed her staring, and asked if she’d like to help you practice.

Brienne was taken aback by the suggestion, and quickly became uncomfortable. She insisted there was no way she could be of any help. As you pressed her, she kept insisting, saying she wasn’t graceful and she’d just end up hurting you.

She sat in on several other practice sessions, and you began to get specific with her. You’d ask her to stand still or hold you a certain way so you could practice a dance. She’d get what you were doing right away, but she’d be obedient, trying to calm her beating heart. As you two became closer, and you reassured her, she’d slowly try to hold you and try a few moves, but she’d quickly lose confidence and retreat into herself.

At one gala, during the last dance, a lord was much too forward with you and even tried to follow after you once it ended. Brienne was quick to put him in his place, face-first on the ground. She escorted you back to your room, noticing how upset you were by the whole ordeal.

“Who cares about the last dance, anyway? It’s just stupid ceremony, yet men act like fools over it,” You ranted, taking off your heels and dress. Brienne agreed, trying not to be distracted by you disrobing.

“My last dance will be with whomever I please. Brienne?”

She stood at attention. “My lady?”

You held out your hands, dressed in only your nightgown. “Will you be my last dance, my knight?”

She blushed to her ears and began to refuse, but she thought of all the men who would try to grab you, coerce you into a dance or just act tasteless. Setting her sword aside, she took your hands carefully. You hummed a song and led her into it, and she swore you could hear her heart beneath her armor. In spite of all her worries and insecurities, she loved having you so close, and she couldn’t stop herself from giving you a proper knightly kiss on your hand once your impromptu dance finished. 

RAMSAY BOLTON

You knew of Ramsay’s reputation when you married him. You weren’t a fool, you were aware he certainly had feelings for you, and he was willing to keep his more … unsavory aspects away from you, for the most part. He was especially good at playing the dutiful lord husband where guests were concerned, although Roose still kept an eye on him during galas.

You adored dancing and you weren’t going to stop just because he didn’t partake. But to your surprise, one day he took you in his arms, and impressed you with how he followed the music and steps. He was rather clumsy, and perhaps a little too fast, but it was obvious he had been practicing. 

You complimented Ramsay, and he was clearly pleased, holding you closer and giving you that charming smile he liked to use. You could always see behind it, but this time it seemed genuine. Sometimes he’d slip up and give you a kiss, often whispering something less than appropriate to you, but before you knew it several songs played and you had enjoyed yourself. 

He was still holding onto you when a man came up, asking for your hand. Ramsay looked confused, then clearly irritated, and you had to remind him. “My lord, it’s customary to change partners every other song.”

“Is that so?” His expression changed again, to a darker one you easily recognized. He handed you over to the man, obviously not enjoying it, and you hoped he stayed out of trouble.

As you danced with other partners, you could see he had a few dances with other girls, but then he returned to the table. You could tell there was strong emotion brewing behind his eyes, you just couldn’t be sure what he’d do.

One of the lords dancing with you was quite drunk, and ended up stumbling. You tried to catch him, but he grabbed ahold of you, specifically on your backside. Before you could push him off, Ramsay was already there, taking the man by the collar. The room went totally quiet as he smiled. “I’d recommend you find a different place for those hands, my lord, or they’ll end up separated from your wrists.”

You pulled Ramsay away and Roose urged the musicians to continue. Before you could even speak to Ramsay, he had you in his arms again, but this time with far more possessiveness. He gripped your waist and brought the two of you completely together, and kissing your neck as you two swayed to the song. He began to bite you and leave marks, his tone sweet but his words told you that you belonged to him, and if you or any lords forgot, he’d be more than happy to remind them.

ROOSE BOLTON

It was common knowledge among the Northern lords that Roose didn’t dance at galas. He wasn’t the only Northern lord who did this, of course, but he already had a reputation for being cold. He’d simply sit at the table, observing the guests and occasionally speaking when it was polite. 

It wasn’t until Roose was courting you that he finally stood, asking you for the first dance. You were just as surprised as anyone else, but you accepted, and you couldn’t help but notice the confidence and ease that he held you with. His movements weren’t flourishing or energetic, but held your attention with his steely eyes. Occasionally, he’d murmur in your ear a lovely compliment, and it would almost break your concentration. 

You noticed as the dances would go on, he’d bring you closer, and you didn’t mind at all. Afterward, he may have accepted a dance here or there from someone else, but he really didn’t get asked, and he seemed quite fine with that. He’d sit at the table at his usual spot, his eyes following you, sometimes catching your gaze and giving an expression that you couldn’t place. 

He was able to catch you for the last dance once or twice, and his movements were so slow and steady, it was almost hypnotizing. You found yourself swaying into him, sometimes leaning, and you had to remind yourself to keep an appropriate distance - but then he’d gently pull you back in. As your cheeks flushed, he asked why you suddenly became so shy, and you managed some excuse. At the end of it, he took your hand and gave you a perfectly polite kiss that still gave you goosebumps because of the way he lingered and kept his eyes on you. 

Once you married, he’d only dance with you. During a gala, he’d keep an eye on which men were dancing with you - if he felt one was keeping too close, or one was dancing with you too often, he’d come from seemingly nowhere and more or less threaten them away, always in his calm tone. Then he’d take you in his arms, swaying you in his gentle and slow way. As you melted into it, he’d give you a kiss on your brow or cheek. He’d whisper to you sometimes, complimenting your loveliness or reminding you that you two still had the business of making an heir.

At the last dance, he’d only seem to want you more, especially if he was feeling jealous through the night. His long fingers would softly rub the small of your back, often slipping lower if he could get away with it, and he’d give several kisses to your lips and neck. By the end of it, you’re usually a mess, and you’d want the gala to hurry up and be over so you two could get to your shared bedroom. 

EDMURE TULLY

As much as his father and sisters attempted to instruct him, Edmure was always clumsy with his feet. Lysa and Catlyn often teased him, pulling him into the practice room and insisting he dance with them. He attended several galas through the years, always quite shy and sort of bumbling when he was dragged to dance with someone. 

When your mother not so subtly suggested that you two dance, the panic on his face was obvious. You were probably the most beautiful girl he’d met, and now he’d be making a fool of himself in front of you. You took his hand, giving him a gentle smile, whispering that it would be okay.

You took the lead and he was surprised by how kind you were. You would quietly instruct him and carefully guide him, and he became confident, enjoying several dances with you. He was so disappointed to hand you over to someone else, he almost forgot to kiss your hand.

After you two married, Edmure actually put a lot more work into his practice, since you loved dancing so much and he wanted to spend time with you. He admired your confidence in all things, but especially when all eyes were on you as you went from partner to partner. He’d try to participate as much as he could, but he still was quite clumsy and didn’t want to slow you down, although you insisted he was doing quite well. 

When the last dance came, he almost couldn’t wait to be by your side. Your cheeks would be flushed from the evening, and he’d lovingly brush some of your stray hair behind your ear before taking your hand and waist in the last dance. He probably couldn’t resist giving you a kiss on your cheek or forehead, being a little embarrassed by his own behavior. Once it finished, he’d again lose himself and give you a lovely kiss before remembering propriety and placing a kiss on your hand. 

Once the evening is over, he’s incredibly attentive to you, massaging your legs and getting you water or whatever you needed. When you tease him about it, he blushes quite a bit, but says he can’t help but look after and spoil his lovely wife.

BRYNDEN TULLY

When you first asked him to dance, he laughed out loud, assuming you were joking. When you insisted, he certainly was surprised, but he set his ale down and gladly stood to join you. 

The Blackfish knew he wasn’t graceful in any sense of the word, but he held you firmly, and he led with confidence. If he ever missed any steps, he recovered so smoothly it was hard to tell. He didn't give a damn about any gossip between the two of you, and respected that you felt the same. 

Often you’d push yourself closer to him, and he’d grin, only holding you tighter, making your heart race. He’d have plenty of witty comments, loving to see you laugh as your cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and maybe you two could sneak in a few flirtatious whispers. He loved how small you were in his arms, and sometimes he'd make a snide comment about hoping his brother and the Riverlands court were thoroughly scandalized by the two of you. 

Brynden would really only have a few dances with you before insisting you ought to partner with some younger men, and better suitors. Even if you’d pout, he’d sit down and go back to drinking and joking with his friends. However, he’d unmistakably look up and watch you, loving to see you twirl and move, and sometimes laughing to himself whenever his nephew nearly stepped on your feet. If he was feeling particularly bold and had plenty of drink, he’d swoop you up for the last dance, insisting to your partner that you were in good hands - and really, it was hard to argue with such a man, especially when he was already whisking you away. 

At the end of the evening, he always gave you a “proper” kiss on the hand, which you know he wasn’t taking seriously at all, as he'd often give you a wink or would scoff at anyone staring. You’d kiss him on the cheek in return.

Once the guests were turning to their rooms, Brynden would find you, pulling you into an empty hall to give you a proper kiss, grumbling about damned propriety. You'd laugh softly as you guided him to your room, though he'd insist on carrying you, delighting in how you'd hold onto him. 

OBERYN MARTELL

Oberyn vastly preferred the galas in Dorne, which had both livelier music and dance. As much as he enjoyed causing a little ruckus or scandal here and there at typical galas, for the most part, they uninterested him.

He ended up attending one, and he was quite ready to leave and find himself amongst far more interesting company. Then, he spotted you just in time, and he wondered where such a beautiful and graceful gem had been hiding all along. Surely he had to have heard of you, and when he realized he hadn't, he would make sure you knew of him. 

He more or less whisked you from his partner and pulled you into a dance full of energy, and he was delighted as you met his unpredictable steps. He'd flirt shamelessly, asking all about you, and if you'd be interested in meeting him in a … less formal setting. There would be endless gossip on you and the Dornish prince, but you didn't care, and danced the rest of the night with Oberyn. It was obvious he loved dancing as much as you did, and he made for a wonderful partner.

You attended a gala at Dorne for his brother's birthday, and Oberyn couldn't believe his luck you that were there. He pulled you into his arms at once, bringing you close and instructing you in the more sensual Dornish dances that most of Westeros was too scandalized by. If you would have him, he'd want you to be his paramour by the end of the night.

Oberyn liked to watch you at galas, and how you adapted so well to other partners and enjoyed every song, not taking a moment to rest. It was painfully obvious how taken he was with you by the way he’d smile in your direction, and when you two danced, you seemed lost in your own world. In the evenings, he’d do his utmost to spoil you and soothe your sore legs, praising your grace and movement the entire time.

YARA GREYJOY 

As hard and bitter as the Iron Islands were, they liked loud music and good drink as well as any place in the Seven Kingdoms. Sometimes a tavern would just be full of both, and a great party would carry on into the night. You loved partaking in these, losing yourself in the music and singing along with the old sea shanties, even if you had plenty of hands to slap away. You didn’t let a bunch of foolish, drunk men ruin your fun.

Yara had seen you plenty of times before, and of course you knew her. She’d sit back with a drink and watch you sway your hips to the beat, and you’d give her a smirk or a wink in return. You were patient, she was not - eventually, she’d finish off her drink, stand up, shove off whatever man was hovering around you and bring you close to her. 

You loved teasing the Greyjoy captain, often saying things like “My, haven’t we met before?”. Sometimes she played into it with you, other times she just hovered close to your ear and responded, “You know exactly who I am.”

You could tell Yara wanted to see you at times other than this, by the way she’d talk of you two ‘touring’ her ship’s quarters or where she might find you again, but you liked to keep her on her toes.

PETYR BAELISH

When Petyr asked you to dance with his disarming smile, you didn’t realize what you were in for. He was an absolute natural, holding you and leading you with expertise. He moved quickly, forcing you to keep up, but you loved the challenge. Fast songs that most people would sit out for were no problem for him, and he even had several sweet compliments for you, or playfully traded a few rumors he’d heard about you and some lord, secretly hoping you’d dispel them.

As you complimented him on his dancing, stating he was a natural, he’d brush it off with false modesty and insist he just practiced… but you knew from that prideful smirk that he was glad to impress you. He especially loved seeing you flushed and breathing heavily after several dances with him, imagining you with the same face in a much different setting.

If you were stuck with a particularly boring or sleazy partner, he’d time it perfectly, swooping in to rescue you right when you were at your wit’s end. With his usual charisma, he’d tell them you were needed, perhaps giving a swift insult to them in the same breath. Sometimes he’d hint that you were already involved with someone else, and would be delighted if you wouldn’t correct him.

The other side of Petyr would come out if you were having fun with other men, laughing along with their jokes or enjoying their dancing. It wasn’t that they were men specifically, but they were lords, rich lords with far more money and lands than he had. At that moment, he’d wait again, taking you in his arms once you were free. His usual quick step and cadence would seem slower, more deliberate, as he’d bring you closer to him. He’d be smiling, but he’d whisper all the things he could give you, how much better he was than them, and how they’d all hurt you anyway. 

BERIC DONDARRION 

Sometimes around the campfire with the Brotherhood, they burst into song and drunkenly dance along. You often felt a little out of place with them, even if you believed in them, as you were a highborn lady. They began singing a song you were familiar with, and since you had a few drinks yourself, you pulled Beric up with you, asking for a dance. He surprised you with properly holding your waist and hand, and you remembered he was a lord before this.

The men began to whistle and holler as you two attempted a waltz, but eventually it came back to you and you guided him. He laughed, as he had mostly forgotten, and cooed about how cute and lovely you looked. Eventually you slipped a bit and he caught you, picked you up and sat you back down with him, giving you plenty of kisses and holding him to you. You teased him, saying you wanted to keep dancing, and he promised he’d join you anytime you wanted one.

He knows you left behind a lot to join the Brotherhood, and as much as you say you love him, he still sometimes worries and just wants you to be happy. So he’s sees no problem in indulging in your dancing and singing, and often gets overwhelmed with how precious you are during those times. 

Since he learned how much you enjoyed it, sometimes he’d surprise you, scooping you up and pulling you into a dance. Beric adored hearing you laugh with happiness, and he thought you looked especially pretty when two danced around the fire. Sometimes you’d jokingly teach his  men how to dance ‘proper’, and even though they were playing around, Beric would get a little forlorn and eventually pull you back to him.

TORMUND GIANTSBANE 

When you tried explaining to Tormund what galas and dancing in the South was like, he’d be quite confused, not understanding the point of it, but he just loved to hear you talk and describe it. Eventually he’d ask for a demonstration, and since you two were alone, you’d sigh and give it a try. “Well, it would be a bit easier to show you if I had another person-” 

Instantly he’d stand up, and you’d laugh at his enthusiasm. You’d take his hands and guide him, rolling your eyes at his whistling when he grasps your waist and instantly brings you close to him. You try to attempt a few steps, but he’s having so much fun holding onto you and peppering you with kisses that you just laugh and let him. 

He’d try to show you some wildling dances he’s picked up, although they’re few and far between, and mostly ceremonial. Again, he’d have so much fun watching you that he’d get distracted and just want to hold you. 

At some point, when you’d all be gathered around a fire, someone brought up galas. You jokingly danced with Jon, who could somewhat remember the steps, and Tormund suddenly felt a little jealous. He got between the two of you, again holding to you and bringing you to his lap. He’d want to try it again, although he’d be quite drunk and would just end up holding you to him and swaying. You’d give him several kisses, all while whispering what sort of dresses you’d wear for him and how you two would dance. More than once you two would’ve been told to get a room.

[mfingenius]

i jUST found ur Veela au and im already invested!! how did harry react to being Draco’s mate?!??

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Harry is freaking tf out 

Draco’s still asleep and part of harry wants to wake him up bc HOW DARE HE drop this sort of bomb and then just sleep??

but madam pomfrey tells him that if he wakes mr. malfoy she’ll make him suffer bc he needs to sleep

and that harry needs it too and if she sees him still awake in a couple hours she’ll give him a sleeping potion

so after she’s tended to his wounds (which were thankfully minimal apart from fucking dying) he places his infirmary bed next to draco’s and falls asleep holding his hand 

he wakes a long long time later (understandable, this boy hasn’t slept well in like a year)

Draco’s staring at their still linked hands, frozen, bc he remembers what he said and he thinks harry won’t want him anymore bc veelas mate for life and they’re seventeen ffs

he hasn’t noticed harry’s awake

‘draco’

draco snaps his eyes up to harry’s face and immediately goes red

‘i’m sorry, harry, i didn’t mean to tell you like that. it’s alright if you - if you don’t want me right now. i know i’m not - i’m damaged now and-’

‘Draco’

‘and i swear i tried to fight them and every day i thought of you but i couldn’t stop the crucios and-’

‘draco’

‘and i know i don’t deserve you-’

‘Draco!’

Draco finally shuts up

‘i don’t care what happened at the manor’

it’s a lie

harry does so care about what happened at the manor but not bc of the reasons draco thinks 

he just cares bc he wants to know who he’s sending to azkaban first 

‘and i never want to hear you say you don’t deserve me again. you deserve everything. i love you.’

draco’s at a loss of words

he was so convinced harry was going to break up with him 

‘can you explain the mate thing to me?’

so draco tells him everything 

about how he knew in fourth year and that was why he joined the order and the ridiculous care-taker instincts that have been driving him insane 

he tells him all of it 

down to how he felt him die 

harry frowns and cups draco’s face

‘i’m so sorry’

and they kiss 

cut forward to when madam pomfrey practically kicks them out of the infirmary (as soon as draco can walk bc apparently the spell did some good damage but it was mostly blood loss) bc other people need the beds

neither of them knows what to do then

everyone is still mourning for friends or family so thankfully they’re allowed to sneak away 

remus and tonks have already gone home to teddy 

draco and harry go to grimmauld place to stay with sirius for a bit 

the news about their eighth year come out a few months into their stay there and neither of them are sure whether they want to go back or not

the aurors have already made it clear they’ll take harry (and all of them) newts or no

but harry doesn’t think he wants to be an auror anymore

he still has nightmares of the war 

and so does draco 

he sees how they leave him shaking, and how he won’t let harry touch him for hours afterwards curled up in a corner of their room

and honestly he thinks they’ve both had enough 

but he doesn’t know what else to do 

it’s not like either of them need to work 

harry’s filthy rich bc of his parents 

draco’s filthy rich bc since he was a spy for the order the malfoy fortune has gone to him without being touched by the ministry (lucius malfoy is in azkaban fucking finally)

but harry also doesn’t want to just not work 

but he sure as hell doesn’t want to go back to hogwarts as a student bc he doesn’t think he could ever do that again 

draco does want to go back for eighth year 

in the whole year he was captive he didn’t do magic at all and he’s been struggling a lot with it 

neither of them want to be apart 

so 

it’s mcgonagall who delivers the answer to them 

she goes to grimmauld place personally 

and before harry can even speak she tells him ‘i know you don’t want to come back as a student’

and then proceeds to offer him the defense against the dark arts position 

although harry hadn’t thought of it before he sees now that it’s perfect

mcgonagall proceeds to turn to draco

‘and i know you want to come back to study. this way you’re both there and you’re both doing what you want’

she mostly wants them to come back bc she thinks they deserve one last chance to be children and learn silly spells and have feasts and not be the adults they were forced to be 

they both agree almost instantly 

then they’re going to hogwarts and they’re in a train compartment together

and then they’re at the feast and draco keeps batting his eyelashes at harry from the eighth year table and mcgonagall can see how this was a bad idea 

and then they’re in class and everyone respects harry as a teacher - even his own classmates - bc somehow he just fits 

and if at night draco sleeps in harry’s teacher quarters instead of the eighth year dorm then no one needs to know 

(everyone totally does but no one says anything)

and then it’s the winter holidays and they’re lying in bed together, harry petting draco’s wings (they’re always there lately and madam pomfrey tells them it’s permanent now that draco’s finally with his mate and feels safe)

and he brings up the subject of getting their own place

draco kisses him before he can even finish the question

before eighth year is over they’re already looking at flats and houses 

now that the war isn’t as fresh in everyone’s minds reporters are constantly bothering harry or draco or hermione or ron 

harry’s taken the worst of it obviously 

they never leave him alone 

and so it’s hard to find a house bc every realtor wants to be the one to sell to harry potter and his boyfriend 

so eventually they get tired of it and go have lunch in muggle london (after placing a strong disillusionment charm on draco’s wings) 

‘harry’

‘hmmm?’

‘why not here?’

‘what?’

‘why not here? why don’t we find a flat here? in muggle london. no one will bother us. we can connect the chimney to the floo network.’

harry stares at draco for a whole two seconds and then kisses him senseless

‘i love you’

looking for apartments in muggle london is much easier than in magical london 

it takes them a few weekends but finally they find one they’re both in love with

it’s a small one bedroom apartment on the top floor of an apartment building that has huge windows - draco needs those, bc he’s developed a deep fear of the dark and small rooms bc he feels too much like he’s in the dungeons at the manor again - and a lot of sunlight and it admits pets and a big kitchen - draco’s hopeless cooking but he’s been trying to learn and harry loves to watch the pinch of his eyebrows and mouth along to the muggle on the telly as she dictates the recipe - and it’s small and it needs some work but it’s theirs and harry could just cry 

they move in as soon as eighth year is over 

draco becomes a model for parvati patil’s clothing line 

harry’s not at all surprised

his boyfriend’s fucking gorgeous 

he makes sure to tell that to anyone who has the bad luck to sit next to him in the fashion shows he attends for draco

harry continues to teach at hogwarts 

after all of two months of living together harry proposes 

draco says yes ofc

they get married

and now harry can say ‘that’s my husband’ excitedly whenever he goes to one of the fashion shows draco’s modeling in 

and then time passes and they’re every bit as happy as they ever were

and ofc it’s not perfect

harry still has nightmares

so does draco

draco still has days where he hands harry a coat and then kicks him out the door bc he needs time alone 

harry still has nights he wakes up with a curse on his lips and his wand pointed at the wall 

but they’re together, and they’re happy bc it’s what they fucking deserve

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so @lilakennedy amazing artwork and @antiknife kind words inspired me to post about my own hc regarding the septiegos. I can’t art right now cause im tired and don’t have paper and tbfh the drawing tablet i bought scares and intimidates me but HAVE MY WORDSs sorry 

Jack was a sick kid for most of his life from a really young age, he was in and out of the hospital with his doctor, Heinrich. The older man really had a lot of affection for the kid against his better judgement, he grew more and more frustrated the more he couldn’t help him. He introduced Jack to watching Markiplier videos in the hope it would give him some light in his life. 

Frustrated, on day when Jack was seventeen Heinrich snapped and trashed his office, looking up to see a shapeless being, It was pitch black with two pinholes he assumed were eyes that glowed a toxic green and a sharp mouth that stretched a mile long. It spoke in a voice he could both understand and not at all. It told him that he could save the boy, make him better make him stronger. 

Heinrich wanted to know what the demon could possibly get out of that and it said simple, the boy wanted to make videos like his little icon and the adulation and praise that would come from that would feed him. Heinrich wondered why the demon came to him, and told him he was bound by certain conditions. He needed someone who could punish him and pull him back if he got out of line, and it couldn’t be his host because if they found out about his existence they would loose their connection and in this case jack, would almost instantly die. 

In a moment of panic heinrich agreed, and took on that responsibility. The next day Jack was great, loud happy and more full of life than the mad had ever seen him. After countless tests, for once in his life the boy was free to go. Heinrich kept a close eye on him though, practically moving in when the young man got a place of his own and always keeping tabs on Anti and his behavior. 

The first new friend they happened to meet came a few years later, at a local coffee shop Jack happened to bump into a very spastic excitable kid, who looked a lot like him and was very jittery around electronics. Turns out this kid was a fan, and due to struggling with his own issues of identity and self worth modeled himself a superhero persona based around jack and used the electrokinetic powers he was born with and didn’t fully understand to fight against evil in Jack’s name. Jack,, did not approve and told him it was too dangerous. 

Eventually, Jack came to appreciate the kids skill as a fighter and the good he did as a hero, offering to let him move into his place away from his stifling family so he could start to make an identity of his own. 

next up was “Chase” or, his real name. Sean.

Yeah, Chase is what happens when this go full fucking christmas carol on you. Chase is from another dimension, a bit more normal. Sean was a normal dude, who met the love of his life in highschool, got her pregnant had kids and then a marriage that fell apart. Suddenly, after finding out about the divorce chase found himself in a completely different world talking to, himself. Eventually Jack agreed to house the other him until they could get him back home.

He adopted the name Chase Brody to avoid any confusion and luckily after that, not many questions were asked. He is far more mature and worldly than our sean having had to grow up very fast at a young age. 

Rene you can read about here he’s fuckin canon as far as im concerned. 

Afterwards came a sweet little white cat Jack picked up on one of his walks around town. He named it Marvin and brought it home, thinking it was just a normal white cat with interesting forehead markings until he came home one day to a hollering chase, an amused but disturbed jackie and a robbie that just wanted to pet the kitty. He went into his kitchen to see a .... him. A version of him anyway, dressed more as a magician with slightly longer hair, the green tint something marvin kept even though jack didn’t. He had slit blue eyes much like a cat and sharp teeth all in his mouth. It turns out marvin was a copy-cat. A lesser known mythological creature with some magic capabilities. It likely latched onto Jack ala imprinting and changed his appearance to look like him. 

Once it got used to being in a new home, it calmed down and was a valuable recourse with lots of knowledge and experience with magic and the dark arts. 

Each time one of these crazy circumstances happened a mark on Heinrichs hand started to burn. The mark anti scalded into him when they made their deal. the mark that told him anti was doing SOMETHING with his powers and needed to be watched so he did. He always backed jack and encouraged him to house these new people, helping support financially and responsibility wise. These are his kids now and if he can help it nothing bad will happen to them. 

He isn’t sure what jj’s deal is though, kid .. bothers him a little. 

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about – finnick gustafson

[ FINNICK LUND ] has arrived in Ardere! Under the bonfire light, this [ TWENTY-EIGHT ] year old [ CISMALE ] is sometimes mistaken for [ RICHARD MADDEN ]. Since graduating from [ HOGWARTS ], they have been working as a [ FLYING PROFESSOR ]. The battle is brewing and they must pick sides but who will they choose? In the upcoming election, they will be voting for [ NEUTRAL ]. 

THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY

basic information.

FULL NAME: finnick gustafson NICKNAME(S) OR ALIAS: finnick, finn GENDER: male SPECIES: pureblood wizard AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: october 23rd ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio HOUSE: gryffindor PATRONUS: non corporeal ARMY AFFILIATION: neutral SEXUALITY: bisexual NATIONALITY: swedish CITY OR TOWN OF BIRTH: lund, sweden CURRENTLY LIVES: lund, sweden (when not at hogwarts) LANGUAGES SPOKEN: swedish & english NATIVE LANGUAGE: swedish RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single and complicated

health.

SMOKER?: sometimes DRINKER?: yes RECREATIONAL DRUG USER? WHICH?: no SOCIABILITY: introvert

house & home.

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER’S HOUSE/HOME

after hogwarts he never bought a place as he started with the nordic national quidditch team and just lived here and there. at age 23 he moved to london temporarily and started dating maggie weasley, couple months later they continued to date and moved in together. at age 27, they broke and london no longer felt like home. his mother had since passed, but he moved back to lund and only stayed a few months before selling it and coming to work at hogwarts. so currently he’s homeless again.

family, friends, & foes.

PARENTS NAMES: lorre gustafson got pregnant at an untimely time, which shortened her quidditch career. her baby daddy also left because he was a horrid person, so she raised finnick on her own. once finnick was born, he became her love and quidditch didn’t hold a flame. they were really close, finnick never once sought to look for his dad. SIBLINGS? RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS?: n/a OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: lorre (mother) was a quidditch champion, idk where else to put it deal with it PARTNER/SPOUSE: n/a EXES: magdalena weasley – partner of 5 years, dated for 3 years and engaged for 2. more on this later. CHILDREN: no :/ BEST FRIEND: it was maggie tbh now it’s no one OTHER IMPORTANT FRIENDS: tba. open connection PETS: shared custody of max the ax thrower, but like he’s mostly maggie’s.

ABOUT FINNICK

finnick gustafson was born to a single mother and ex quidditch player. lorre was kind and loving towards finnick, never leaving him wanting for anything. it wasn’t until finn was older than he realised just how much his mother had sacrificed for him. she was only 26, had a wonderful career and could’ve been the best player in the country. she could’ve given him away for adoption or sent him in a day care, but she gave everything up to give finnick a better life. he cried the day he left for hogwarts, but she was so immensely proud of him. unfortunately for finnick, lorre had been hiding her disease from him for a very long time. by the time he reached his fifth year, the effects had taken their toll and he was taking care of her more than she was of him. he was glad to take care of her. she passed away half way through his seventh year and he got through the rest of year with the support of good friends and supportive teachers.

after hogwarts finnick had to become his own person and for the first time in his life, he had nowhere to turn to. he was good at quidditch at hogwarts so he tried out for his mother’s old team. the first year he was on the reserve team and slowly he made his way to the top, becoming a chaser like his mother and team captain eventually. being on the team meant his crazy routines kept him busy and didn’t give him enough time to properly mourn being alone. he didn’t have a real place to call home and that was just time.

then at 22, he met the love of his life and he didn’t even realise for a very long time. finnick and maggie met at a quidditch after party where they hit it off and decided to stay in contact. their first date didn’t happen for another year by which point they were both staying in london. with maggie finnick had finally found love again. he had someone to look after and someone to come home to, for the first time since the passing of his mother. they were happy, they were so unbelievably happy and nothing could get in their way. his career was thriving, he’d proposed to maggie and her little family was his own too.

then the unthinkable happened, once while performing the bjorn blizzard, their team’s special move which was perfected by his mother, he slid off his broom and tumbled down. the healers said his right leg would never be the same again. they weren’t able to find out what caused the fall, whether it was simply finnick accidentally letting go or a deeper cause. the diagnosis didn’t matter to finnick, what mattered were the painstaking four months spent in therapy afterwards only to find out he’d never walk straight. his pain was chronic and without a cure, he needed the aid of a cane and… he wasn’t able to fly like he once was. flying was still easier than walking but he would never fly quite as swift, definitely not enough to make the team again. his career was over, and next was his perfectly happy life.

the change was incredibly tough on him. he hated not being able to give maggie the life he wanted for them, in these dire times, he couldn’t even find happiness in her. depression crept in and it lingered. it destroyed their perfect lives, finnick had begun to hate himself. in their last few months together, they fought a lot.. things became brutal and finnick couldn’t hang on any longer. he wouldn’t stay with her because he needed help. he loved her dearly, but she deserved a better life… so he left.

he moved back to lund and he tried to live a new life. he needed to find a job where he could share his quidditch and flying knowledge, where he wouldn’t have to stand or sit too long… thankfully there was an opening to teach at hogwarts, and though he knew maggie had been working there for a year prior, he took it. it was his home once, and he needed it right now. even if it would hurt maggie, he just needed to be near her, and hogwarts. little does he know, she doesn’t even work at hogwarts anymore. 

so this point in the roleplay, he hasn’t started working at hogwarts and should be widely known as he was a damn good player who suffered a severe accident. honestly he’s just chilling before the festival begins. 

BLURBS

haha oh boy i wrote a lot so sorry but finnick hit me like a train and i just had to get my thoughts out

tldr; disabled boy who destroyed everything is now is an angsty flying teacher

he is neutral to the cause but honestly,,,,, he could be swayed either way. hmu idk

my favourite hc is he hates having a cane,,, so he made it into a fucking staff. LIKE a gandalf style staff that is big and thick and yeah he walks with that and wears big robes, what a gandalf wannabe

literally such a fast flier just not good enough to be pro y’know

is sooosoosososos helpful :( will always lend his ear to talk and will help any one. also hmu this is a fun plot

i mean ideally i’d like him to be a lil slutty but like we’ll see idk HMU IF U WANT THIS PLOT

literally fam whatever u want plz just love me love him

weasleys  ALSO hmu bc he hurt a fellow weasley y’know

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Dating Natasha Romanoff would include:

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You met her when she first joined S.H.I.E.L.D, tasked with helping her become accustomed to her new life on the right side of the law.

You ended up spending a lot of time together, helping each other with work and casually hanging out afterward.

Natasha didn’t usually trust anyone, especially having just come out of her assassin career, but she just got a good vibe off of you. You were calm and caring, but strong and brutally honest when you had to be. You did your job well and didn’t take any unnecessary shit from anyone. She just felt like you were worth her time and trust.

You had a flirty friendship, and over time you developed feelings for her, real feelings, but you never acted on them

“She’s straight.” You’d tell yourself. “And even if she wasn’t, she’d never be interested in someone like me.”

She continued to flirt, but now each long touch and strung out word burned a hole in your heart. She was something you didn’t think you could ever have, but little did you know she had the same feelings for you.

Both of you stayed in this nebulous limbo for a long time, flirting but never going anywhere, until one day you were out for drinks.  

You were both a little tipsy and in the bathroom in the club reapplying makeup. You were giggling to yourself and Natasha looked at you confused.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I love that lipstick on you.” You cooed to change the subject and shoot her a compliment. You loved the bright red lipsticks that she wore and was secretly jealous of how well she could pull them off. If only you had that confidence.

“You wanna try it?” She asked, a devilish smirk on her face.

Eh, you probably weren’t going to spend that much longer at the club anyway, you could jazz it up for the remainder of your time. “Sure!” You agreed.

Her lips crashed onto yours before you could register it and time seemed to slow right down to a standstill.

She tasted like everything you dreamt of, Scotch and lipstick and something you hadn’t tasted anywhere else that was uniquely Natasha.

She pulled away for a second and you suppressed the urge to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “Are you alright with this? I’ll stop if you’re not comfortable.” She asked.

“Please don’t stop.” You reconnected your lips with hers, full on making out this time.

Needless to say, you two hooked up that night. You promised yourself that it wouldn’t let it change the friendship you had with her, and Natasha seemed to make the same promise because your friendship remained the same after this.

Except you would sleep together every once in a blue moon. Just one major difference. Everything else was the same.

You two had this relationship for a while, friends with benefits until one-night things changed.

“Have you thought about us?” Natasha asked you as you lay in bed next to her. “About us actually…”

“Dating?” You finished for her.

“Yeah.”

“Yes. I think about it a lot actually. Why do you ask?” You questioned.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been watching the other avenger pair off. Tony and Pepper are on their three-year anniversary, Steve and Sharon are a ‘thing’ now, and Clint’s just had his fourth kid. Hell, even the resident robot’s got a girlfriend!”

“Vision and Wanda are finally together!?!” You squealed. Last you heard they were relentlessly pining for one another. You didn’t know the Avengers personally but Natasha told you all the good gossip.

“Yeah, they're pretty adorable.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I want to be happy like they all are, and when I think hard about who could really make me happy…” She paused and looked over at you. “I can only ever think of you.”

Your heart almost exploded right then and there. You enveloped her in a soft hug. “Natasha Romanoff, that is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. I’m so glad I can make you as happy as you make me, and if you’ll have me, I’d be honoured to be your girlfriend.”

To be honest, your relationship didn’t change too much after you got together. You went out more together, either for coffee before work or dinner and drinks after. It was simple but you liked it.

Your relationship was never truly monogamous until you both stopped working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Both of you had jobs that involved seducing people for information and assassination, so you both had to be comfortable with the other doing so. Luckily, Natasha trusted you and you trusted her, and you were both very open and honest about what happened on missions. There were no secrets between you, why would you need to have them?

Natasha didn’t tell the other Avengers she was dating anyone until a couple of months down the track. In fact, she didn’t tell anyone for about three months. You were a little confused but didn’t question it. Then, when she finally did tell them, you immediately found out why.

“They want to meet you. All of them.” Natasha said, flopping down on the bed with a groan. “They asked me about a thousand stupid questions.”

“I’m happy to meet them, but all at once sounds pretty daunting. Plus, the questioning will make me super nervous.” You mumbled, petting her hair as she lay face down in the mattress.

“I know. I told them to wait and I’d introduce you in due time when you’re ready.” She got up and nodded.

“Thanks, babe.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Of course, it didn’t work out that way.

First, Steve and Sam ‘run into you two’ out on a morning jog. Sam maintains that it was a total accident.

It wasn’t.

They ask you some questions and you answer politely. Natasha’s a little ticked off that they’re here but doesn’t say anything, just shoots them glares when you aren’t looking. Eventually, you split up and head home, you waving goodbye and Natasha grumbling under her breath.

“I like them.” You say, catching her off-guard. “If all your friends are like that then I can’t wait to meet them.”

Next day your home and hear a knock at the door. When you open it, a short brunette kid is staring up at you. He looked at you and his eyes widened. He almost seemed shocked you had opened the door.

“Hello there. I’m Peter and I’m here to…. Check the…. Check for…. Gas! I want to check on your gas pipes! I’m in the area surveying gas pipes!!” He said, clearly lying. You recognized the name but it took you a second to place it.

“Peter? As in…. Peter Parker? The Arachnid kid?”

“It’s… It’s Spiderman. How’d you know? Did Natasha tell you? She promised not to!”

You raised your hands in surrender. “No, I put it together myself. A kid gets a Stark internship and starts hanging out with Tony Stark, and at the same time, Iron Man gets a new, smaller, younger-looking sidekick? Doesn’t take a genius, man.”

“…. I’m not his sidekick…”

“Whatever… Did Tony Stark send you here?”

“…No.”

“You’re an awful liar. Come in, I’ll teach you. I just made Hot Chocolate.”

Later that day Natasha comes home to see Peter curled up on the couch watching movies with you. He purposefully avoids her glance. She knows.

You look up at her, one arm slung around Peters' shoulders. “Nat, I better meet your friends or they’re never going to stop turning up in our life.”

So, you do, at the next huge Stark party. Despite it being a Stark party, all the attention was on you, which was a strange new experience. They seem to really like you. They approve of your influence on Natasha and firmly believe you love her, which you do.

You patch her up after fights, no matter how much she complains.

“Y/N, I’m a grown woman, I can patch my own bullet wounds.”

“I know you can but you shouldn’t have too. You’ve got a girlfriend for that.”

She lies back and grumbles. You know she’s really feeling angry at herself for getting hurt and making you worry and you’re trying to help her.

You guys have spoken about adopting a child, a little girl most likely, but have made the decision to wait until you’re both out of the dangerous jobs you’re in and can fully cater too, support and protect a child in your care.

Until then, it’s just the two of you, which is absolutely perfect.

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

full name.  Rock Holmes pronunciation.  - nicknames.  just Rock height.   5′5″ age.   wildly verse dependent but I’d say 28 for default zodiac.   libra languages.    Japanese, English, Mandarin, Korean, French, Russian

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.    black eye colour.    deep blue skin tone.    pale    body type.    very slim, model-esque with long legs, has a bit of an hourglass shape going on under his clothes but he’s more top heavy.  accent.    depends on which language he’s speaking. for jp he’s trained himself to speak with a tokyo accent. english he doesn’t really have one anymore. in other langauges he sounds a lot more formal and robotic since he doesn’t speak them as much. french is starting to sound a little better but there’s still like, something in the way he talks that makes it noticeable that it’s not his first language. dominant hand.  right posture.    kinda flucuates depending on the situation but by default i imagine his posture is pretty proper since he’s had a lot of this kinda stuff drilled into his head as a kid.  tattoos.   ah no... wouldn’t wanna ruin his flawless skin most noticeable features.  His striking blue eyes, or those thick black sunglasses covering them up. 

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.   Japan. hometown.   Yokohama birth weight / height.   Average first words.  Probably something cute and standard like “mama” siblings.  none. parents.  His bio parents, mother and father, both deceased. Later adopted by Duke Red. parental involvement.   Rock’s bio parents were very active and involved with his development during the short part of his life that they were around. They noticed he was very bright for his age and encouraged that growth by reading more advanced literature to him, such as Sherlock Holmes novels, and allowing him to read easier books on his own. Unfortunately when he was around 4 years old his father lost his job, and unable to face his family afterwards, committed suicide. His mother grew extremely distant after this until eventually she too took her life as well, leaving him alone. 

Duke Red was super involved at first too. Spoiling Rock rotten by treating him to the extravagant lifestyles of the super rich and basically giving him anything he wanted. Even at this time however this didn’t come with certain drawbacks such as very strict etiquette lessons and curfews. Things only got worse tho as Duke Red grew more distant and downright cruel. It got to the point where Rock was basically just living in this huge mansion by himself and if he tried to raise issue he’d be beaten for it. He started to act out for attention figuring negative attention was still better than nothing but was eventually disowned entirely.

As of current he has no family. Fun

ADULT LIFE

occupation. He claims to be an “investigative reporter” but in reality he works for a cheap tabloid magazine. as a child he was a pretty popular ~boy detective~ with tv spots and everything but he’s washed up now, as they say. current residence.    He travels a lot so he has no single solid residence but he has apartments in a few major cities like Paris, New York, and Tokyo.   close friends.  Kuroo Hazama, a close frind since childhood. The only one he hasn’t pushed away. relationship status.   currently single but he’s full of love so financial status.   Rock started blackmailing rich people in his teens so even though he was officially disowned by his father years ago he still has a vast amount of wealth saved up and doesn’t really have to worry about money all that much. driver’s license.   he really SHOULDN’T but yes he does have one criminal record.   im sorry for stretching the page but

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.    gay romantic orientation.    really gay preferred emotional role.  submissive | dominant | switch  |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed libido.  I mean it’s THERE. He has pinup posters on his fucking apartment walls and masturbates to his own reflection (yes this is canon) but he’s not like super horny all the time you know? very needy at times yes but its not a constant. turn on’s.  He’s pretty kinky tbh. Body worship, biting, blood play, breath play, bondage (gagging and restraints on either him or his partner), bdsm, pet play, orgasm denial, leather and lace, dress up (either his partner dressing him or him dressing his partner), s&m, sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite meeeeee turn off’s.   overly submissive and gullible people, orgasm denial is only hot when he’s doing it if his partner pulls that shit he gets pissed off, group sex is a huge turn off too, basically he has to be the center of attention at ALL TIMES or he WILL get bored and annoyed. love language.   uhhhhhh i dont know how to explain it exactly but i imagine Rock is the type to initiate things but then he’ll want his partner to support him the rest of the way so that’s why i don’t really strictly label him as a top. also he’s just really supportive and full of love to give  relationship tendencies.   In terms of longterm relationships Rock tends to avoid those, pushing people away because he’s just used to people leaving him and doesn’t wanna have to put up with that again. Short term however it’s not unusual for Rock to go out and have a short fling with a guy just because he’s feeling a little needy and doesn’t wanna commit to anything (tho he’ll still be upset that the other dude doesn’t wanna commit which is like lol). But like YEAH Rock has a really bad habit of self sabotaging all his relationships ogshaofdschxv

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song.     there’s a lot of songs that I think fit but like tbh the Metropolis OST is right there. hobbies to pass the time.     being an asshole, investigating crimes that he wasn’t personally involved with, blackmailing rich people, investigating the paranormal and supernatural, pissing on public property to assert his dominance, picking up cute boys at bars, caring for exotic animals (deer, snakes, ect), actively looking for reasons to go bother BJ, gambling mental illnesses.   PTSD, NPD, and all the fun stuff that comes with physical illnesses.  doesn’t happen often but he is seizure prone. as an adult he’s legally blind  left or right brained .   idfk what this means or care enough to look it up tbh fears.   he fears death, and more specifically dying alone without making any sort of impact on the world. self confidence level.    He’s extremely full of himself but he also absolutely despises himself its very odd to explain but vulnerabilities.  uhhh im not entirely sure what this means but he’s still very sensitive about the whole family subject and if asked about it he’ll just claim he doesn’t have any? also despite claiming otherwise there are people he cares about a whole lot and he would be really upset if anything happened to them.....

tagged by:   no one i stole it tagging: the girl reading this

[isabellcs]

welcome 2 her twisted mind....tw murder & general . crazy on main activities... 

BACKSTORY 

so she was born in valencia, spain which is a pretty costal town hehe...and she was raised in an orphanage ! by nuns ! like she was dropped off at their doorstep as a baby and all the nuns would say about her mom was that she was a coke head and a whore so JDHDGDF they didn’t know anything about her dad though and isabella was honestly cool with that she didn’t care ... like as a little girl she would just dream up wild fantasies abt her mom being this crazy evil lady like the nuns pictured her and it actually ... comforted her ?? she was a weird kid . she was super interested in religion just bc she loved the idea of cosmic punishments and all these big dramatic things that happened in the Bible and she asked a lot of questions but only abt like the violent stuff so the nuns started to worry abt her also isabella creeped all the other kids out like she’d try to play with them but her version of playing games was like .. oh i found some rat bones in the attic let’s make a necklace (: or like she’d make up little chants in what she thought was nonsense and then weird things would happen afterwards so the kids started calling her a bruja which means witch and isabella was just like damn . tough crowd fuck u guys too !!

anyway eventually all the kids she grew up with started to get adopted or put into foster homes and the orphanage was like super strict so if u weren’t getting put into a home u couldn’t even really explore spain like they were just cooped up there and when she was around 15 she just .. snapped like she wasn’t getting any offers for adoption bc she creeped everyone out and she had a bad reputation at the orphanage and the nuns didn’t really treat her nicely and she just wanted to escape ! so she waited and then one day there was this insane thunderstorm and it knocked out the power and isabella just . poofed out the window and never looked back .. and so a new chapter in her life began ..so growing up as a kid she was like ... not really a bad person so to speak but she didn’t have the same understanding of morals that everyone around her did like in her mind things were morally okay if she didn’t feel bad about it but ... she didn’t really feel bad about anything so she was like well cool i guess it’s all ok then ! so she was 13 literally no money just on the streets of valencia trying to scam her way to barcelona and she did some ... questionable things in the process.. may or may not have robbed some spanish aristocrats.. among other things .. but by the time she was 14 she made it to barcelona so what does it matter ! anyway that’s where she got her snake literally on the first night in barcelona this drunk dude coming home from a bar tried to attack her and this snake came out of nowhere and just . bit him and he died and then the snake just curled around her legs and started following her around so she was like guess this is my life now . sick BSHZHDFshe does her own thing for a while with her new snake just being a genuinely weird teen in spain no family just making up lies about where she came from to scare people also robbing ppl to be able to find places to sleep obviously mingling with like .. no good ppl bc who else is gonna talk to a creepy girl with a pet snake JSHSGDD 

then on her 16th bday she meets this man and he knows her name and she’s like fuck . did the nuns send u and he’s like im gonna tell u everything abt ur past if u come with me NOW and she’s like ok (: so they stay at this little inn and while he’s sleeping her snake wraps itself around his throat and he wakes up and she’s like ur gonna tell me everything rn or ur gonna die so he was like well shit . u come from a coven of witches that used to live in vermont and were hunted down one by one and killed as punishment for an incident that killed a whole town of innocent ppl so ur mom ran away to spain and gave u up for adoption to save ur life but they found her and she died and now it gonna die if u stay in spain and she was like huh . and didn’t kill him /: and the next day they started there two year journey...traveling all around europe before finally coming to Vermont to meet with the last surviving witches from her covenwhatever so they meet and isabella is like huh so tell me abt what you guys did that killed all those ppl that sounds cool and they were like ... uh no that’s not important rn ? what’s important is that u get ur powers it’s almost ur 18th bday so for like a week she’s with them getting to know them... and the man that brought her there disappeared like she starts to realize he didn’t even stay to see the other witches and when she mentions the guy that brought her they were like WHAT and she was like yeah thought u guys knew him...and they were like oh my god we have to leave rn after ur bday tonight and she was just like fine whatever where are we going and they were like as if we’d tell u and . that made her angry /: so they do the ceremony signing her name into the book and she gets her powers blah blah she can’t find her snake so she’s like .. looking for him and she wanders away and when she comes back .. all the witches that were from her coven that did her ceremony are all dead and the man that brought her there is back and he’s like hey isabella and he’s holding her snake and she’s like so ur the one that killed everyone right ur the one that was hunting the coven down and he’s like yeah sorry  and he gives her back the snake and he’s like don’t worry im not gonna kill u (: i have big plans for u !so once again she’s like i guess this is my fucking life now... 

and she’s honestly not even that sad about her coven like they kinda annoyed her and she’s curious about this witch hunter dude bc it reminds her of all the stories she used to love from the Bible abt divine justice so he brings her to ... new york baby ! she’s 18 she’s got her fresh new powers and this guy starts training her which was ... not always a smooth ride there were lots of accidents and lots of “accidents” but he’s teaching her obviously shaping her in a way she knows is only gonna benefit him but she needs the training so she just goes along with it .. also at the same time she’s going fucking CRAZY in New York shes just causing so much trouble this guy is honestly sick of her so after three years of him trying to tell her what to do and he doing the exact opposite he’s like u know what . im not ur father i LITERALLY killed ur whole family maybe i should have killed u too and she’s just loving it she’s like yeah u probably should have ! and he’s like what the fuck she’s crazy she’s enjoying this...so he just gives up again and he’s like cool so here’s what you’ve been training for . there’s a coven of witches here and we’re gonna kill them and she’s like im sorry what and he’s like did I stutter . so she kinda has ... no choice but to follow him and help him out but the gag is . she was pretty annoyed with him .. nothing too serious but he was a MAJOR buzzkill you know so when they’re about to kill these witches she’s like hmm you know what ... how abt i just kill you instead ! and he was like are u kidding and she’s like nope /: and BOOP . she kills him ! BSGSGDGSF and the witches that he was gonna murder are so grateful she saved them they’re like hey you don’t have a coven ur alone why don’t u...go to witch school...and she’s like what’s that so they tell her abt . blackwater academy  and that’s how she ends up there...at the age of 21....hehe

PERSONALITY

if u have seen killing eve . i 100% based her personality on villanelle......if u havent seen killing eve WATCH IT .. ALSO took inspo from elektra from daredevil, katherine from tvd & faye from the secret circle xxx  basically isabella is like...she understands ppl have emotions but ... her brain just doesnt work the same her empathy is fucked so 99% of the time shes doing stuff genuinely not caring abt who it affects except for herself...also ... SHE LOVES FUN ! literally the worst thing u can do is bore her . she plays games folks ... shes dramatic ... doesnt take anyone seriously except herself ! shes just .. shes something ! oh also . shes a top so if u wanna raw her ur gonna be a bottom and u will enjoy it thank u gn ! x

[doublebabyboy]

what got7 are like in bed

obv this is just my opinion, i’d happily discuss them w you if youd msg me or send me an ask but yeah

warning: smut (obviously)

mark:

probably a little flustered at first

but the more he warms up to you, the more of a tease he becomes

not exactly a hardcore dom or sub, just a top since he’s pretty lowkey

but would bottom for you if you asked

just likes being on top bc he likes doing all the work

giver > receiver

he gets off on whatever you get off on, not really any major kinks or turn ons on his part, except one i’ll get onto later down the list

knows how crazy his voice can drive you and takes full advantage of it

so therefore; dirty talk

doesn’t really know what to say tho so just focuses on how good you make him feel

“fuck baby you’re so tight” “mmm that feels good”

uses “baby” or “babygirl” a lot

relatively quiet apart from dirty talk, occasional quiet moans

but if you pull his hair he won’t be able to help a louder moan slipping out

now onto the part you’ve been waiting for, his one major turn on:

hickeys

have you fuckign seen his teeth?? his lil canines?? perfect for hickeys im tELLing you

loves marking (pun intended BAD UM TSS) all over your neck, collarbones, and inner thighs

not into like super dark large bruises but more like lots of small lovebites scattered all over the place

the reason why he’s mostly quiet is bc if his mouth isnt whispering dirty things in your ear, its on your skin

doesn’t really have a fav position as long as it gives easy access to your neck

can only go once but can last a looooong time; best at self control apart from jinyoung

pretty needy, doesn’t like vocalizing it tho

so he’d probably try to give you the hint subtly like casually rubbing your inner thigh and giving you that look with dark eyes as he bites his lip subconsciously

usually that’s all it takes but if you decide to tease him he’ll break eventually, he’ll lean close right next to your ear and whisper “please baby,” and move your hand to his bulge and fffuck you can’t resist that

jaebum:

sigh

yall know he’s a daddy

sorry if you dont like the kink but have you seen jaebum,,, hes a daddy

HELLA DOM

might sub for you like once a year but he won’t be a good boy

probably a huge brat that keeps trying to take control again so you’d probably have to handcuff him or physically restrain him from taking over somehow

if not, he will flip you over and fuck you into the mattress for even attempting

but anyways if you dont like daddy he’d settle for master or sir but if you’d rather just use his name he’d still want to be very in control

whatever name you’re using, you’d be screaming it

tells you to be quiet and not make a noise, but actually loves it when you’re vocal, he just tells you off so he can have an excuse to punish you or just tease you and see how far he can push you

loves pushing your limits

groans loudly when you clench around him

dirty talk

“you’re such a good girl for daddy” “don’t make daddy punish you” “i own this pretty little cunt, got it?”

likes marking you where everyone can see, the smug bastard

bondage (giving)

edging!! hes such a tease

orgasm denial if you’re being a brat

will not let you come unless you’re begging

if you come early he’ll rile you up again only to leave you hanging or with a dry orgasm

wants you to be his good girl but enjoys the challenge of a brat

“babygirl” “baby” “kitten” “pet”

prefers giving oral because he likes watching you squirm

makes you cum multiple times from his tongue

won’t deny a blowjob though

threads his hands in your hair and pulls harshly, letting out low grunts

likes to come inside you

jackson:

oh boy

switch but probably won’t be a whiny sub/good boy

very vocal either way

sweet talk and praise aaaaaaaaall the way

“you’re taking my cock so well baby” “fuck princess you’re so good to me”

pet names!!

“princess” “baby” “angel” “babygirl” you name it

b o d y  w o r s h i p

treats your body like a temple; loves every inch of it

kisses eeeeverywhere

likes marking your thighs

just loves your thighs in general hes a thigh man

thigh highs??? o o f he’s wrecked

loooves lingerie, will move your panties to the side and leave it on if you decide to wear it

sobs tHIGH RIDING have you seen this mans thighs

and the way he lowkey gave jinyoung a lap dance when he said he wanted to feel his “manly thighs”? he would so get off on watchin you get off on his thigh

loves receiving head but always insists on repaying the favour

shameless moaning; will tell you what youre doing good

likes it when you tell him what he’s doing right or just tell him what to do, he wants to do anything in his power to please you

im sobbing he’d treat you like a QUEEN

you’re more vanilla? he got it. you wanna be rough and kinky? gladly. you wanna tie his to the bed post? fuck it, sure. want it slow and romantic? any day of the week. wanna call him daddy? why not. the list goes on

would be okay with threesomes if it was with someone he was close to/trusted enough to know they’d treat you well, maybe even a poly partner

doesnt mind if its ffm or mmf i get the feeling he’s bi anyways

very caring and attentive to your needs

is quite needy himself tho

always dtf

“princess i’m so hard for you...can you help me out?”

king of aftercare

would clean you up and cuddle you

probably end up going for round four in the shower if you clean up int here tho

this man has stamina and WILL go multiple times, wants you to do the same

jinyoung:

soft dom

probably the most vanilla out of the group imo

really romantic

when he has time, likes to set up the mood by putting rose petals everywhere and like mood lighting maybe with some scented candles and like music??

wants the full experience yknow

not a huge fan of quickies but will do them if he gets a boner he cant get rid of at a bad time

still tho, a huge tease

intense eye contact

will smirk at you and just hover over you, waiting for you to cave in and beg him to touch you

always goes down on you before going in, he knows foreplay is important, plus he loves being in between your legs

mainly bc he lives off the sounds of your moans and whimpers

music to his ears

likes giving it to you nice and slow until you urge him to go faster

tends to only go once or twice himself but if you want more he’d happily go down on you again afterwards or use his fingers

body worship; but probably not to jackson’s extent

also quite quiet in terms of moans, mostly just low grunts and lots of erratic breathing

always asks if you’re okay

sweet talk sweet talk

literally the definition of whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he makes love to you

how pretty you look under him, how good you’re being, how much he loves you

most of the time loving and gentle but if you prefer more rough sex he’s down for that too

will leave hickeys in places where people can’t see, he likes knowing that you hide a dirty little secret under those clothes

has the most self-control in the group, can hold back for a long time because he always insists on you coming first and refuses to come before you

youngjae:

im already dying

ultimate sub

fucking fight me youngjae is the biggest sub ever he’s babyboy culture

might top for you if youre a hella sub too but never full on dom, ever

would be really blushy and flustered and always asking if he’s hurting you

seems pretty vanilla when he tops, lets his inner freak out as a bottom

extremely, extremely vocal

just can’t help the moans and whines tumble out of his mouth when you make him feel so good

he starts off biting his lip to try stay quiet but it does’t really work

eventually just lets it all out and is very loud

his moans would be the most delicious noises in the world

loves it when you talk dirty to him

just do it

talk dirty to him

it makes him feel so filthy and he basks in it

CALL HIM BABYBOY he’s so weak for that

likes being completely powerless and surrendering to you and letting you have your way with him

just loves it when you tell him what to do

pull on his hair pull on his hair he will go w i  l d

won’t bring it up or suggest it but if you used toys on him he’d go crazy

would love to use a toy you’ve already used on yourself, again it makes him feel dirty and he loves it

degrade him or praise him or a mix of both, either way he’ll love it

probably would struggle to form proper sentences so just moans a lot and lets out strings of curses and moans your name,, loudly,,

unless you havent gotten the message already HE LOUD

will ask you for hickeys, he loves when you cover him in them, he’ll just look at them in the mirror the next day in awe

pretty low self control but can come multiple times

highkey likes being overstimulated

needs aftercare; clean him up and give him lots and lots of cuddles

and food bc who doesn’t like food

tell him he did well and he’ll melt into a puddle if he hasn’t already

im so wrecked for sub youngjae oh y god

im not ok

bambam:

FUCKING HELP ME BAM IS MY ULT BIAS THIS IS GONNA GET LOOONG (much longer than the others im sorry im biased)

like his dick ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

no but fr

bambam is big

think about it ok on live tv he publicly said his iconic how do you know line then looked down at his dick like any horny teenager, and in the same episode, pointed at his dick repeatedly as his “sexy version” of just right and hip thrusted when meant to do a cute version of if you do

do you really think he’d be that confident if he didn’t have anything to back it up??? no ok BAMBAM IS BIG

anyways getting to it - bambam is the Ultimate Switch™ dont even @ me

he will be all cocky and say he’s a dom and heck he’ll be a dom and a damn good one

but he will jump at the opportunity to sub for you any day of the week

probably would start off really awkward leading to lots of giggly and playful sex

even once he’s gotten familiar with you, there would probably still be a fair amount of giggly and playful sex

has lots of turnons, likes both giving and receiving for all of them

he is a freak im telling you lemme just list a few things

hair pulling - moans really loudly if you pull his hair and probably swears, also pulls on your hair w/out realising it but once you respond by moaning he will take full advantage of it to hear you

hickeys - second to mark on the hickey loving list, only he loves receiving as much as giving, loves finding your sweet spot and concentrating on it

scratching - rake your nails down his back as he tops you, he loves the burning sensation it gives him, also will probably do the same if you’re topping

bondage, probably just restraining hands tho but i mean. if you whip out a harness or some kinky shit he wouldn’t be opposed to it

honestly he’s really livin the yolo life he’d try anything once bc why the fuck not

dirty talk dirty talk

his mind his filthy; his mouth is filthy

“babygirl you’re so tight around my cock” “do that again princess” “fuck you look so hot under me”

“babygirl” “baby” “princess” “kitten” again, you name it, he’s down

won’t ask for it, but will get a hella ego boost if you call him daddy

but still not as into it as jaebum

does anything he can to make you moan, he could listen to your moans all day

very observant of all the little things that make you tick so you can have the best experience he can give you

very shameless moaner after passing the initial awkwardness of the first few times

second loudest moaner next to youngjae fffuuuuck imagine his moans for a second just hjdksjk

as a sub: he loves it when you tie him up and overstimulate him with assorted toys and yourself, obviously

give him a vibrator and a vibrating cockring and ride him and pull his hair he will go absolutely insane, it overwhelms him so much and he loves it

says he hates being overstimulated but actually enjoys the pain

as a dom: he likes fucking you hard and fast, secretly loves when you’re a brat because he sees it as a challenge and loves the thrill of battling you for dominance (but sometimes lets you win bc its hot)

will probably use toys on you and make you come over and over again for him bc he cannot get enough of seeing you come, he’ll overstimulate you as well

either dom or sub: he loves oral, both giving and receiving, you could argue he likes it better than penetration

have you seen his lips oh my godddd those were made for giving head (and making out. or just kissing in general. help me i love bambams lips)

he loves the way his mouth can make you moan and writhe so much, he could probably live between your legs if you let him, making you come multiple times

also hella into face riding sit on his face oh god just sit on his face

pull on his hair pull on his hair pull on his hair he’ll moan into you

looooooooooves receiving head too, moans loudly and grips your hair harshly

doesn’t fuck your face but just pulls on your hair and moves at whatever pace you set

also loves coming inside you, but second favourite is on your face

also super needy, probably has the highest sex drive

his cocky ass would send you nudes if you weren’t around

if you were around, he’d come up to you and give you a back hug, pressing up his boner against your ass to not so subtly hint his problem

if you ignored him, he’d start kissing your neck and humming

and if you continued ignoring him, he’d whisper really close to your ear, his voice all raspy and low and say something like “don’t play hard to get babygirl, i know you want this dick,” then proceed to tell you in explicit detail all the things he’d do to you

at that point you wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore

this is way too long already but i hAvE to adD

r i s k y  s e x

he would be so into the thrill and adrenaline it got him he’d get off to that so hard

it would be like a game to him, see how many different places he can do it and get away w it

probably would do it in the same room as his members ngl

maybe even with his members, i also see him as the type to be open to threesomes or polyamory

loves making out w/ you which usually leads to sex unless its a rlly soft loving moment

probably still gonna lead to sex bc believe it or not, the kinky fucker is still capable of making love to u hdsjsk

ok i think i just wrote an essay here im so sorry ill stop

yugyeom:

97 line? maknae line? more like Ultimate Switch™ line

openly admits he’s a switch unlike bambam who tries to say hes a dom

actually i think he shares a lot of things with bambam

not even gonna lie they’ve probably hooked up once or twice when they got wasted

still friends tho with no regrets but it was a thing

either hella intense dom or whiniest sub with no in between

goes from daddy to babyboy in like 0.0002 secs

(probably not into being called daddy tho)

proooobably has a noona kink when he’s subbing

the only member who can beat bambam in his hair pulling kink, he love love loooves it when you pull his hair he lets out the softest moans

in general, his moans are high pitched and whiny and ughghhh h o t

will go crazy if you call him babyboy or pet but mainly babyboy

even if he’s subbing he likes to be the one doing the work bc he’s fast and damn those dancer hips so he’s probably too impatient to let you do it lol

but you like to tease him so sometimes you’d tie him up and ride him real slow until he’s begging you and whimpering to speed up

peg him he loves that shit

honestly he may be a hella switch but as soon as your mouth is on his dick he is a babyboy there’s nothing he can do about it

he will moan and pet your hair and pull it when he comes

doesn’t like blowjobs bc he’s embarrassed at how fast he loses it compared to his usual stamina

which is a lot btw, he can go on forever istg

perks of being a main dancer

speakin of main dancer

his s e x y  d a n c e s

would gladly give you a lap dance beforehand of just a full on fucking strip show this boy is wild

would gladly accept any lap dances or strip shows also lolololol

overall very rough and impatient bc he’s a horny boy

probably second highest sex drive next to bams

gets all pouty if you deny him too long

then fucks you into the wall out of frustration dAMN

unless you plan on punishing him for being so needy ohohohoh

okay im gonna call it quits before this becomes a novel

hope y’all enjoyed bc damn i sure did

[rosetowersfanfic]

The Best Laid Plans of Ducks and Mutants

After another plan goes awry, Negaduck berates his team. Afterwards they pick up the pieces and get pizza.

Based on my au/reboot idea

Negaduck sat leaning back into the shadows from behind his desk, glaring at the rest of the team assembled before him.

“Well boys, does anyone here know why the heist failed? Again!” He snarled.

The Fearsome Five had planned to rob a bank that night; their leader had found a way to discreetly cut a hole in the side of the building from the alleyway right into the vault. Negaduck’s plan had required total silence to avoid notice; this had promptly gone south halfway through, as a mistake had lead to nearby security guards being alerted and the five of them having to retreat before Darkwing Duck showed up.

Negaduck eyed Megavolt. “How ‘bout you, Sparky? You remember what happened?”

Megavolt trembled, struggling to remember the plan itself, let alone how it went wrong.

“Hey, don’t pick on him! It’s not his fault we almost got caught!” Quackerjack snapped, slamming his hands onto the desk.

Negaduck leaned forward into the toymaker’s face. “True. I do believe it was because someone was laughing at his own lame jokes!”

Quackerjack scowled. “I was bored, so Mr Banana Brain told me a joke to pass the time.”

He brought out the toy in question and put on a squeaky voice. “Hey, don’t blame me, Smee! I’m not the one who can’t sit still for more than ten minutes.”

Bushroot snorted. “A real leader would’ve planned for Quackerjack’s boredom, like you should’ve last time at that museum.”

Negaduck’s eye twitched. “You wanna repeat that, Turnip Brain?” He growled.

“Now, now everyone. Experts would agree that the limited time offer on Quacky’s attention span is not easy to predict,” Liquidator offered nervously, sliding up to Negaduck’s side.

“Boss, maybe we should let him stay behind to play next time we have a quiet mission, huh?” He shrunk down until he was shorter than Negaduck and clasped his hands behind his back in hopes of appearing placating.

Negaduck rubbed his face. “Oh shuddup ya kiss up. Last I heard, the lookout is supposed to warn his team before security bust us and call for backup, instead of napping!”

He took a bag of cement out from under the desk. “Wanna explain that, ya wet noodle?”

Liquidator trembled. “I-I figured you’re amazing plan would go off without a hitch a-and, um…”

“Just drop it, Negaduck! We didn’t get captured and no one even knows it was us, quit being a jerk and go plot a better plan,” Bushroot said heatedly.

For a while, the mutated duck and inter-dimensional terrorist were engaged in a stare-off.

Eventually, Negaduck broke eye contact and jumped out of his seat.

“Ya know what, between the sniveling, the nonsense, the sucking up, and the useless criticism, I’ve just about had with you morons for the night.”

With that, Negaduck stomped off to his private rooms.

Bushroot huffed. “Licks’, you need to start standing up to Negadork. Your like a doormat around him.”

Liquidator pouted. “The survey shows I’m not the only one scared of the boss.”

He pointed to Megavolt, currently in a fetal position on the floor. Quackerjack was sat beside him, petting his head gently.

“Oh yeah, well you still haven’t explained why you fell asleep,” Quackerjack retorted.

Megavolt blinked. “Hey, yeah! If you’d seen those guards in time, Quacky coulda sorted them out before he started laughing! Now Negaduck’s mad and it’s all your fault!” He yelled, now remembering what happened.

Quackerjack frowned. “That’s not what I meant, Sparky.” The toymaker didn’t like when his friends fought and blamed each other. “It’s probably Negaduck’s fault anyway.” Everyone turning against one another just gave him more power.

Bushroot frowned. “Although, I have to ask. Why did you fall asleep? You usually don’t need it.”

Liquidator frowned. “Experts agree that three days straight on stakeout makes even the most energetic worker a bit tired,” he answered, his voice weary.

Bushroot clenched his fists. For the heist, everyone had been assigned different roles; Quackerjack and Megavolt built the machine to cut into the vault, Negaduck would use it, and Brushroot would grab the cash. Liquidator had been ordered to stakeout the bank to learn the security guards’ patterns, and on the night of the heist he would be on lookout. It was, however, a little known fact that while Liquidator didn’t need as much sleep as a mortal would, he was still a living being who needed his rest. Normally, the water dog took power naps every so often to function poperly, but by the sounds of things Negaduck hadn’t even allowed that.

“See Megsy, it all goes back to Negadweeb. He made Licky exhausted and let me get bored.” Quackerjack tugged at his hat and whined. “That meanie always ruins everything! Why do we even work for him anyways?!”

Bushroot took a deep breath. “Because like it or not, Negaduck’s the only one with any chance of taking down Negadrip. We need him.”

Everyone looked at the floor sullenly as the tension settled on them like lead. As the caped crusader’s counterpart, Negaduck was the only one who could possibly defeat him, alongside the other most dangerous criminals in St. Canard. He needed them, and they needed him, leading to an unfortunate alliance to the short-tempered criminal.

On the other hand, the four of them had become good friends almost immediately, so they at least had each other to help cope with their leader.

Quackerjack suddenly bounced up onto his feet. “Ugh, I hate it when everyone gets all mopey! Who wants pizza?!”

The others couldn’t help but grin. Quackerjack’s answer to all of life’s woes usually involved toys and food. He was also the only one who could lift everyone’s mood after a meeting with Negaduck.

“Alright, let’s get pizza,” Bushroot agreed. “We can go to my place and hang out.”

“Why can’t we go to my hideout?” Quackerjack and Megavolt said in unison.

“Because I’m not dealing with light bulbs or toys everywhere and I wanna check on my plants,” Bushroot answered.

Liquidator slung his arm around Bushroot’s shoulders. “Then let’s go, go, go!”

After a pit stop at a small pizzeria that served decent food and didn’t question when super villains and heroes alike dropped by - no matter how beaten up they sometimes were when they arrived - the four headed over to Bushroot’s greenhouse.

Everyone settled around the table with three boxes of pizza. Reggie couldn’t actually eat normal food anymore so after tending to his plants he settled down with his roots in a box of soil; Bud could eat, but this involved dissolving the food around where his stomach once was, so he had to sit with the table up to his chest so he wouldn’t gross out Elmo, and to avoid Jack poking at him trying to see how it worked.

“Seriously, Buddy. Why didn’t you tell Negadork you needed rest? Or just come to me about it, I could’ve sorted it out,” Reggie sighed.

Bud rubbed his shoulders. “It pays not to start fights with the boss,” he answered awkwardly.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “You’re a water elemental. You know what kind of power you have, so use it! Make a point. Or at least don’t let yourself be pushed around if you won’t actually fight back, just make the point that you can.”

Reggie knew all about dealing with bullies and bad bosses of course. Once upon a time he had let himself get pushed around and had eventually had his whole world pulled out from under him. As a mutant, however, Reginald Bushroot hardly knew the meaning of the word fear.

Bud was of the same opinion, and had also put on a confident front in his old life; but to get to where he had been he’d kissed up to his old bosses to get on top, now those instincts came back whenever he saw Negaduck. Also, the guy just plain scared him.

“Aw, let ‘im be Reggie, we can’t all be angry at everything all the time like you. Frankly it just sounds exhausting,” Jack said.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Like you can talk about being exhausting, Jack, and stop playing with your food.”

Jack looked up from his attempts to make faces on his pizza slice with the toppings.

“Ya know, Reg, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” he grinned.

Everyone else groaned at the bad joke.

“Oh please, that one was hilarious and you all know it.”

“I just wish he wouldn’t push us around like that,” Elmo said, staring at his pizza forlornly. “I mean, we’re not the only ones who screw up our plans,” he stopped and frowned, “I think. He’s messed up some too, right?”

Jack nodded and patted his friend’s shoulder. “Absolutely. Like that time he got so mad he set off the laser cannon early before Dripwing got anywhere near it and we got our butts kicked before it could recharge.”

“Was that the time we held the mayor for ransom, or the time we took over the harbour?”

“I think those were the same plan, we kept the mayor in the brig on that big ship.”

Soon the evening turned to complaining about Negaduck and the various ways he’d ruined his own plans, or had just generally upset anyone in the group.

“Ya know what?!” Jack announced, bagning his fist on the table. “We should all just boot Negadork outta the team. We keep losing with him anyway, he hasn’t beaten Dripwing, and he’s a big old meanie!”

Elmo shook his head frantically. “Not a chance, he’d kill us.”

Bud nodded in agreement. “Experts agree that Negaduck would wipe out a riot without a second thought.”

“Oh please, if he can’t take out Darkwing, what chance does he have against three mutants and Jack,” Reggie said.

“Just cause he can’t beat Darkwing, doesn’t mean Negaduck is weak,” Elmo explained. “And besides, Darkwing never actually wants to hurt us, Negaduck wouldn’t hold back.”

Everyone sighed. It was true, whilst the caped crusader was certainly the bane of their existence, no one could say he didn’t care about their welfare, often trying to detain the four of them as quickly and painlessly as possible. His little sidekick, Quiverwing Quack, was a bit of a wild card in that regard; but on the most part she followed in her mentor’s footsteps to help others as much as possible.

Negaduck, on the other hand, revelled in violence and mayhem. As much as he needed the Fearsome Five’s help, as Darkwing was always just barely a step ahead of him, he was also just as capable of dealing with them as his counterpart, and far more willing to tear each of them to pieces, molecule by molecule, should they rise up.

Jack squirmed in his seat. “Ugh, everyone’s getting all depressed again! Let’s go watch a movie.”

They couldn’t agree more, wanting to be rid of the hopeless feelings clogging their thoughts, at least temporarily. Soon, Reggie had set up his stolen TV and found a movie. The three of them squeezed onto his stolen sofa, with Bud resting happily in a paddling pool.

A few hours later everyone was out cold in the dim light of the TV, the credits rolling; Jack and Elmo leaned against each other, Reggie was draped over the arm of the sofa as close to Bud as he could be without actually being in the paddling pool, and Bud relaxed his dog-like form to simply be a puddle for the night. For a little while, they just let each other feel safe.

[dndfuckhouse]

THE SETUP🥀

Two separate parties are travelling down the long Shespin Road in the outskirts of Talornia, a relatively quiet long expanse of land within the kingdom that is the most well-known travel route from the capital city of Sharden across the border towards the green glades. The environment mainly small forests dotted around the long rolling plains, the landscape is quite flat outside the larger mountains seen in the distance, it is becoming cool and chilly as dusk comes. 

On your travels you come across a large looking inn that has an inviting atmosphere off the side of the road, it is quickly turning dusk and after a while on the road it is welcome respite. You enter, one group a little before the other, and decide to spend the rest of the evening in the surprisingly full and busy tavern...

THE PLAYERS⚔️

THE HIRED HANDS🔎 - FINLEY, SAGESSA AND ECARTE

played by「GAB - MICHELLE - SARITA」

Members of a group named the Burlap Hooks,  a small organisation that investigate arcane phenomenon and strange happenings. They were sent this way on a missing persons investigation from their higher ups that could be arcane in nature, trying to be covert about it, kind of.

THEIR MISSION 📜

On a report from your superiors you were informed of a peculiar happening occurring on the southern end of the Shespin road. Every now and again a group of travellers seems to disappear entirely from their route, never to be seen again afterwards, after an affluent member of a Talornian merchant guild went missing, along with the rest of his party, more attention was turned this way, including those who seek the eyes and expertise of your organisation.You are relatively low ranking within your organisation, but are here to mainly act as investigators and scouts to not rouse suspicion, your main missions given to you being -

Seek information and discover what is making certain travellers disappear discretely 

Discover whether it is arcane in nature 

Report back with your findings 

➣  THOSE REPORTED MISSING 

Argot Hetrop - Member of Talornian merchant guild The Hops, him and 5 of his servants turned up missing, none of their carriages or wares to be ground 

Estas Marigold - Cleric of Pelor, priestess for a church who was travelling to Sharden with a fellow cleric, both never showed 

Gray Farun - Postmaster travelling with a set amount of goods for Sharden, was joined by 2 bodyguards, none of them showed at their post 

THE TRAVELLING MUSICIANS📯 - VERNALIS, MARI, ASH AND CIN  

played by「AQUA - POKI - JEZ - JUDE」

A group of wayward friends who have formed a travelling band featuring worms that can play instruments, though its unsure if they can decide on a good name (the current placeholder: Mari and the PussyWyrms). 

THEIR MISSION 📜

Travel out of Sharden and HAVE A GOOD TIME.

THE PATRONS 👻

THE BODYGUARDS 🗡️ | THE MERCENARIES 🔸- RINA AND ERIK ➣ possessed by Henriete and Korok 

Hired bodyguards that were tasked to escort a postman named gray to his destination, disappeared along the Shespin road with the package and haven't been seen since || A pair of mercs who were part of an organisation named the Red Hoods, seemingly doing contract work throughout the country, stayed at the inn after completing their job for a break on their way back, perished in the fire in a moment of carelessness.

THE SERVANTS ☕ | THE BARKEEPS 🍺 - SARAH AND PHILLIP ➣ possesed by Foren and Gezzert 

A couple of long time servants hired by Argot Hetrop that were accompanying him in his caravan down the Shespin road, dissapeared with him along with the rest of the group || A weary innowner and her trusted hand, both lived on the premises of the inn, rarely had many customers due to the location but were known for their hospitality, perished in the fire in the home they crafted for themselves.

THE POSTMAN 📬 | THE DRUNK 🍾 - GRAY FARUN ➣ possessed by Coborn

A stressed postman constantly being hired for long distance deliveries, sent down the Shespin road bound for a destination in Sharden but never showed, along with his two guards and goods || A wayward cynic with a debt to pay in the city over. Holed up in the inn on the way to drink his cares away alone, isolated from the rest of the world until he could figure out what to do about it, perished in the fire before he could figure it out.

THE MERCHANT GROUP 💰 | THE BAND 🎵 - HORACE, MARINA, REZA AND ARGOT HETROP ➣ possessed by Brax, Cerulean, Ardun and Harry Derringer 

An affluent member of Talornian merchant guild The Hops, Argot Hetrop, and his other 3 servants who were travelling down the Shespin road away from Sharden. Him and his caravan never showed up at their destination sparking an investigation into disappearances down this stretch of road by various individuals || Up and coming bardic band the Azure Reeds, headed by pianist Harry Derringer and his peers, debuted in Sharden and were lauded for their talents. Travelled down the Shespin road on their way to another performance near the Gulf of Catrin, performing for the inn for a few days to make money in the mean time, perished in the fire in their prime.

THE DEVOUT 📿 | THE LONER ⚪ - ESTAS MARIGOLD ➣ possessed by Tess 

A kindly cleric to the god Pelor, travelling towards Sharden towards a temple to provide aid and her skills with a fellow cleric. She never showed up when she was expected too, neither did the cleric she supposedly travelled with || A young girl who was separated from her mother for reasons unknown, was given a medallion by her to keep her safe in a letter, she held it tight around her neck, just as her mother wanted. Perished in the fire alone letting out a scream.

THE GAME 🎲

FIRST SESSION - 24/6/18 🥀

> 🎵  Slingshot / Gaelic Storm 

Split up into their separate groups the parties travel down the rainy Shespin Road just as dusk begins to hit, taking in the gloomy atmosphere, they notice a  nearby small inn just off the roadside and tired from travel, shuffle in to take respite. First to arrive are the travelling musicians who take a table and begin a colourful and loud conversation in the middle of the crowded inn.

Mari: THERE IS NO REASON WE CANT BE NAMED THE PUSSYCAT WORMS  Ash: FOR THE LAST TIME, WE ARE NOT GOING WITH THIS Finley: are these guys alright... 

We continue with the hired hands grabbing their own table nearby and through very obvious accidental eavesdropping and being forced into it by Mari, joining in on conversation (argument??) with them.

Mari: IM GETTING ANOTHER OPINION  Ash: oh no Sagessa: oh i love to give opinions Vernalis: I GOT IT, MILLENNIUM PUSSY

Revelry continues as the groups order food and slowly try to set about a coup to displace the band that is already playing on the stage, the inn slowly becoming more crowded and inviting, almost suspiciously considering the isolated location. The musicians reveal that they are also travelling with cages of worms, pets of Ash and Cin who were previously worm farmers, and fellow musicians talented enough that they can play some of the instruments, ceremoniously revealing the hook to their group to various deflated reactions from the other group. As time passes Vernalis casts Divine Sense on a whim, revealing a sudden sense of creeping dread nearby, draping a uncomfortable feeling now over the evening. During this Cin attempts to intimidate the bar-owner into letting Ecarte play on the stage instead of the already booked group (he is unsuccessful). 

Cin: i look to ash for help Ash: i laugh really loud "GOD YOU SUCK, CIN... hold my beer"

Vernalis:  Oh don't worry about it, I'm sure its nothing! Vernalis: ... Vernalis: i take it bad there's unde- *whispers* undead Mari: WHAT DO YOU MEAN UNDEAD

The groups confer as Cin debates with the bartender and makes eyes towards his sister like a kicked cat, and Sagessa casts Detect Magic revealing to her a strange fog pulsing with magic that seems to hang over the place.

Sagessa: there's a strange magic in the air in here, but i can't tell where it's coming from bc it's just, everywhere Ecarte: *quietly* Do you think this is related to what we're looking for? Sagessa: quite possibly. this place is drawing so many people in and no one seems to want to leave

The conversation continues and the group agrees to start investigating (their only real option being to ask around at the moment). Mari casts Prestidigitation in the middle of the conversation, blowing all the torches within the room out, to angry complaints until the band light a few near the stage and begin playing again to loud applause. 

The gang splits off to begin conversing with inngoers, beforehand however the siblings seem to get into some sort of dumb fight and begin angrily huffing at each other - Vernalis goes to engage the blue tiefling near the bar in conversation, they act guarded the entire conversation, though reveal they are waiting for someone, Mari crawls under the stage and finds lots of dust, Finley attempts (key word being attempts) to engage the grump drunk grey tiefling in conversation, Sagessa goes to engage the two mercenaries in their drunk revelmaking nearby blending in amazingly. Ecarte makes to speak to cin about not being able to play anymore but waits awkwardly until the siblings notice his presence.

Ash:  i cross my arms at cin "tch JUST LISTEN TO YOURSELF BE A MESS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR BOYFRIEND RIGHT THERE" Cin: "MY B- my boyfriend? huh?" i suddenly notice ecarte "oh.." Ecarte:  ^__^??? 

Eventually Ash smashes her cup on the floor, whether or not it was because she was drunk will forever be unknown, Cin goes to pay the bar-owner for it in after the bar-owner and Vernalis yells someone better be paying for it, partly in an attempt to make up for his prior failed intimidation. Ecarte goes off to attempt to speak to the band to begin his own investigation. In the meantime Mari makes her way outside the inn from a side door into the dark recently rained on grounds outside, investigating the stables nearby noting they are empty and spying a bush of bright white small blowers growing outside a nearby shack behind the inn. At the same time Vernalis discovers the name of the blue tiefling is “Estas”

As she rounds the back of the inn Mari finally spots something, a dead body in the mud face down outside in the dark. 

as you peer at the body the closer you get the sinking feeling of dread pools in your stomach, you cant get much aside from it looks like its been here for a week? longer? it looks human   

Mari makes a dash back inside the inn making a beeline for Vernalis to scream about what she discovered, eventually the two make their way back out together to investigate (an attempt to be covert about it was made).

Vernalis: Mari dont worry about it, I'm sure it'll be fine. You definitely cant be the murderer Mari: YOU ARE RIGHT BUT NOT PUT IT LIKE THAT

As the others continue their investigations and conversations (and ash and cin their argument over nothing with each other) the two crouch over the body and Mari goes to touch the body. As soon as she does everyone feels time stop.

> 🎵  Aeon / Ragnarok Online OST 

The party stops moving and a sense of dread and terror washes over each of them before their vision darkens and blurs, they all wake up at the start of the evening again, the hired hands having just walked through the inn doors.

Shaken up by this sudden reversal, they all quickly regroup and clutch each other scared out of their wits, before looking down at their hands and seeing a bright blue symbol now emblazoned across the back. In a soft glowing blue a small flower sits within a circle, few of them are able to identify it immediately as a Lily of the Valley. The hired hands conclude that this is most likely the phenomenon they were put forth to investigate, and go off to converse with the inn-goers on whether or not they all just felt the shift in time as well. Mari begins sobbing that its her fault.

Ecarte goes to ask the blue tiefling her name, she reveals it to be Estas once again. He then goes to the mercenaries and asks them theirs, they call themselves Erik and Riza. Cin goes to question patrons as well, heading to the bar-owner and asking her if their past transgressions are settled, to which she replies that she doesn't know what hes talking about. At the same time Finely takes stock of the room and as she looks around she notices that it seems no one other than them realised time stopped and reversed. Her, Sagessa, Vernalis, Mari and Ash make their way outside again to go investigate, telling Ecarte to follow once he is done.

As Ecarte continues to attempt to gather names, he finds out the band is called The Azure Reeds and their members named “Argot, Marina, Reza and Horace”.

Cin: no one seems to be aware of anything.. we should go catch up with the others. have you seen It yet?  Ecarte: I haven't...I'm not really sure if iI want to. Ecarte: and at the band i yell “THANK YOU” AND I AM VISIBLY SCARED

The ladies once outside notice now that outside above and around them is a large dark teal dome barrier of magic pulsing, containing the inn and its surroundings. Mari attempts to identify is before giving up and crying for ash to figure out what is going on with it.

As you stare at the barrier around the area ash you feel something sad well up inside you, when you look through it the surrounding area beyond it appears warped and distorted you have a hard time remembering what it looked like, the barrier seems strong, your not sure what would happen if you touched it.

Soon after Cin and Ecarte rush out of the inn as well, Ecarte more flustered than Cin, deducing that the missing people they were tasked to find are the people in the inn.

Ecarte: THE PEOPLE WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR""ARE HERE" Finley: WHAT Ecarte: IN THIS BAR, THE BAR, TH, THE B, TH EBBB

Sagessa: i rub cirlces into his hand to try andd soothe him Finley: uhhh....... what were their names again?

Ecarte: The piano player is Argot Hetrop! And I think that teal tiefling sitting near the bar is Estas Marigold? Finley: hmm...... maybe that guy i talked to earlier is gray? Sagessa: there's a very good chance, eclair!!! you found them!!!! wonderful job!

Vernalis: i whisper to cin "some mystery stuff goin on here" Cin: whispers back to verny "you got that right"

As the three continue, Ash and Mari return to where the others stand discussing this, Ash advising them to not touch the barrier and that it seems dangerous for them to try and force their way out, stuck for the time being.

The group turn their attention now towards the body and begin to check it over, Ash senses nothing magical from it and gives the go ahead.

as you thoroughly examine the body it seems decomposed for a few weeks time, the cause of death seems to be from nothing external, the face from what is left of it looks withered, its also covered in mud and slime from the rain, its gross

> 🎵  Town In Chaos / Darkest Dungeon OST 

As the group confer on what to do next, behind them they suddenly see the inn going up in flames and fire, cries and shouts start to sound off from the inside as it climbs the building. The group shocked, rush back towards the inn and break down a door to make their way inside to a grizzly scene, the overcrowding of the inn making it hard for anyone to get out while cries of terror reverberate throughout the building. Without warning a banister falls blocking the path back out behind them trapping them. Before they can react, a high pitched scream is heard and a part of the ceiling suddenly caves in on the group. Before it can hit them however once again, they feel time stop.

The adrenaline rushing in their ears stops as a feeling of grief washes over them all and they lose consciousnesses, waking up again at the start of the evening, with the hired hands standing at the door, the musicians at their table. the inn back to its regular loud revel making atmosphere.

The group immediately split off still shocked, to interrogate the patrons of the inn, Cin angrily demands the bar owner explains the strange flowers outside the inn near the shack, Finely runs over to ask the drunk tiefling if his name is gray, he angrily says it is, while the bar owner laughs as if she doesn't even properly register Cin’s anger, nor the question he asked her.

At the same time Sagessa approaches Estas and asks her if shes a priest of pelor, to which she confusedly replies that estas is her name but she has never been devout. Similarly Finley asks Gray about if he ever got the package he was meant to deliver to Sharden, he says he doesn't know what shes talking about.

@ Finley > as you say that his face seems to register a reaction for a second before you feel something shift in the air and his face snaps back to the regular grumpy demeanour @ Sagessa > as you ask the question the tiefling pauses for a moment and you feel something shift in the air before she responds 

Cin gives up questioning the bar-owner after angrily showing her the symbol on his arm and her still not properly responding to him, Ecarte attempts to get the band attention by yelling the name ‘The Hops’ but none of them respond to him (he is crushed by embarrassment). The group slowly gather there is a connection between what is going on here and these strange flowers (probably).

Ash attempts to crouch into the kitchen before immediately being seen by the barhand and ushered away, afterwards her and Cin discuss if they should try and intimidate the bar patrons with their worm cages (???). Ecarte and Finely group up and decide to go investigate the inn interior. As the two enter the washroom they see another door to a store room connecting off of it, and as they open it up they see there laying on the ground and against the barrels, two more bodies.

Finley: Σ(゜ロ゜;) Ecarte:  ΣΣΣΣΣΣΣ(゜ロ゜;)

Ecarte begins screaming which Sagessa hears, she rushes off to the room soon after them. Mari and Vernalis at the same time have made their way outside in an attempt to find another way into the kitchen, from the bustling main inn floor Ash and Cin fail to hear Ecarte’s screams of panic, and decide to go outside and look for where Mari and Vernalis went (fave).

The four of them attempt to break the outside door to the kitchen down as they other three try to keep from panicking before they stare at the bodies for a few seconds longer, realising that the bodies look exactly like Argot and Riza, one wearing his blue cloak and the other her armour.

Ecarte:  ECARTE IS SCREAMING AGAIN Finley:  AHHGHHHHGFHHGH Sagessa: YOU TWO REALLY OUGHT TO STOP MAKING A RUCKUS 

The other group bust the door down with ease, however instead of the kitchen come across what look likes another larger store room, large crates and chests piled around with sacks against the wall. Strangely all the food they find in the crates and bags looks like its been rotting for months, maybe even years. The group makes their way back outside, attempting to break into the other door that seemingly leads into the kitchen, while the others debate on whether or not the people in the inn are impersonating the dead bodies.

Before the outside group can make their attempt, they notice the licks of flame going up the outside of the inn, a fire has started enveloping the building again.

The group on the inside see smoke suddenly coming up from under the door of the room theyre in, before they can make a break back to the main inn floor, a flaming beam comes careening down in front of them, blocking them in the room. Slowly the building begins creaking and coming apart as people inside panic, the trio trapped begin chocking on smoke and effectively suffocating slowly. The group outside desperately attempts the break a door down to get back inside to no avail.

Slowly you all start choking on the smoke you can feel yourselves dying in the heaviest sense. You look up and the ceiling see the ceiling finally cave in on you, once again you feel time Stop once again.

The party feels time loop again, losing consciousnesses and waking up at the start of the evening for the 3rd time.

The group deduces that once they are put in a situation that guarantees their deaths, the time stop effect kicks in. Both groups then go on to discuss their individual findings, pointing out the people in the inn are the bodies that they keep finding, but also that the people in the inn also act like that they dont know who they are. Estas for example not stating that she is a cleric of pelor but simply someone who is waiting for her mother. Debating on whether or not they should warn the patrons about the fire or not, the group deduces that they should first investigate the kitchen, where the fire seems to start. 

Vernalis also wonders what would happen if they showed the people in question their own corpses.The group decides they should split into two groups, one to investigate the kitchen and one to warn people about the fire, however they dont fully get a chance to act on this plan

Once Vernalis throws the body of Argot onto the inn floor, everyone in the inn stops what they are doing all at once and stares at her.

as soon as you throw the body through the bathroom doors and it hits the floor, everyone in the bar looks at you for a split second and you feel unsafe, before anything happens, suddenly all of you feel time stop once again, the feeling comes over you again and you go unconscious

Time stops and loops for the fourth time, the party begins to panic, and try and formulate a new plan.

Mari: .... well that was fruitless  Finley:  SOMETHING IS KEEPING THIS PLACE THE WAY IT IS Ecarte: THIS IS NOT MAKING ME HAPPY :((( Cin: okay that didn't work out so well... maybe we should have a team check out the kitchen and the other can check out the shack outside 

Giving up on warning the patrons the party splits to investigate the kitchen and the shack outside, next to the strange flowers. The tieflings group up (fire based immunity reasoning here) and take on the kitchen as the rest head for the shack.

The kitchen group notes that the only rooms in this place that seem like they are alive or in use are the inn floor and the washroom, the difference being strange wen entering other rooms, almost as if they were stepping through time.

The shack team break down the door to the shack and discover what looks like seems to be a small living quarters, inside they discover dust, barrels and another body. Finley investigates the body, who seems in their last moments chose to die laying in the bed of the room. Sagessa investigates the room that branches off of it finding a small storeroom and within it another body on the ground, she identifies the person as Estas and says a small prayer for them, before heading back to the main room as Finley calls for her. Before she can however she feels something try and tug at her mind

sagessa once you say that prayer you feel something try and take hold of your mind, you hear a whisper in your ears, but you are able to shrug it off, you sense something about this storeroom is off

Mari and Vernalis continue investigating the shacks main room finding nothing, they all determine that the bodies have similar looks to all the other they have found, withered and no external wounds. Slowly they all start to realise that they are slowly growing hungry as well. Mari makes a suggestion to burn down the flowers outside. Once Sagessa leaves the storeroom she lets the others know of what she just experienced

Sagessa: something tried to take over my mind just now, when i said a prayer Finley: something tried to wat Mari: Q_Q

At the same time the team in the kitchen sit and wait for the fire to start, hopefully deducing its source. After a time they see a blue spark of fire in the centre of the room appear and float slowly there for a few moments, before it explodes in size. Ash out of reflex attempts to cast a cone of ice at it but ends up blasting cin in the face along with the flame.

it hits the fire and it blinks briefly but the blue flame sparks back to life, that same shifting feeling some of you felt when peoples faces changed earlier you feel on the fire

the kitchen team attempts to make a run from the kitchen before they can become trapped in the room, but in the shock and confusion end up running into each other and the counters of the kitchen in a panic.

Finley: i wonder how the kitchen team's doing :-)  Vernalis: They're so competent :)!  Finley:  my good friend's in there and he's the best, everything must be completely under control  Vernalis:  they're so brave and fire resistant :)! Mari: ash and cin are like family to me there is no one something bad is going to happy to them ;) 

They make an attempt to bumble their way out of the door but keep knocking into each other and they end up wasting to much time, the fire reaching the door outside blocking their exit and trapping them

Ash: nice we're all dead

The team outside see the flames begin to lick up the side of the building again once more, mari makes a break to the flowers and starts pouring a flask of oil over them before throwing a torch on top, trying to set the whole thing aflame, the others all attempt to bust the door down for the kitchen team to get out, but the damage seems to make the ceiling almost cave in faster. As Mari watches the flames burn the ground and die out she sees that everything around the flowers except the flowers burned eerily.

The two teams desperately beat on the outside to try and get to the kitchen team failing to think of anything to save them, eventually the ceiling caves in once again, but before it crushes them time stops again. Starting them back at the beginning of the evening shell shocked and adrenaline pumping through their veins.

Ecarte: ECARTE IS STILL SCREAMING and then he's like Ecarte: Oh. We're back.. Sagessa:  I GATHER ALL 6FT OF HIM INTO MY ARMS

Ash: i am hyperventilating at this point Cin: ash are you okay? Ash: yeah, yeah i'm fine, i regain my composure

Sagessa: I'm just apologising over and over that i couldn't save him,even tho he's okay now Ecarte: i just pat sagessa's head and say "it's alright"

The group sit for the time being and lick their wounds, debating on what course of action they should take next to get them out of this nightmare. The first thing now on their minds the unsettling flowers.

SECOND SESSION - 8/7/18 🥀🥀

Returning back to this mess of a night, the group splits up to investigate three things, the stables, the storeroom in the shack and the strange rubble outside of the inn. Vernalis and Mari investigate the stables but dont find anything off about it, aside from the fact that there are no horses considering the amount of patrons that are currently in the inn.

Ash and Cin go towards the rubble that is half separated by the barrier around them doing their best to investigate what exactly it is, realising they are graves

the series of stones, are a small set of graves. There seem to be….10 of them, placed around the area. You can make out a few names on some, you get “tess, harry and gezzert…” the others to faded or warped to read.

Sagessa, Ecarte and Finley go to investigate the storeroom closer than the others did the last time, a feeling of dread still lingering in the room, after moving around the crates and various junk in the room they discover a strange hatch that seems to lead down, as they open and look at it all they see is a rickety ladder and blackness, it unnerves them. They all decide to regroup and report their findings

Mari: they stables were empty... not even a single horse corpse Vernalis: a horpse if you will Ecarte: horpse...got it...*nodding*

everyone gives a sad chuckle

they decide for this loop to wait outside and watch the inn burn down to see what exactly happens. Uncomfortably they listen to the cries and screams and watch the building slowly crumble in on itself, suddenly hearing a high pitched scream and a strange shattering noise before they feel time stop, looping once again, waking up at the start of the evening once more. Vernalis perceives that the shattering sound resembled something like jewellery snapping and breaking.

The group surveys the inn for anyone wearing jewellery and picks out a few people of interest, Mari approaches the bar owner to ask if she know anything of the flowers but gets a non response and a smile. At the same time Sagessa tries to goad Gray into a conversation with her. Cin approaches the bar owner as well and asks her if she knows if a Harry is staying here to which similarly to before, her face seems to register it for a second before shifting again and saying shes never heard the name before. Cin continues however and mentions that he saw the name on the graves outside.

The music stops and suddenly her face shifts, everyone in the inn stares at you all at once, their faces blank before you feel time stop again

Time loops again and the group wake up at the start of the evening, cin apologises. The group decides instead to investigate all of the rooms upstairs and make their way to the second floor. There are 6 rooms in total, they decide to split across the floor and open the doors all at the same time. They open the doors on the count of three, and in a string of eerie luck the doors Mari and Ecarte open contains one more dead body each. Their yelling causes Sagessa, Finley and Vernalis to run over to help, Ash and Cin continue to investigate the rooms they chose.

Looking at the bodies they identify them as Marina’s and Erik’s as they look about the two rooms noting that they look older than the others, similar to when they step outside going through the door almost feels like they're stepping through time.

Ash investigates her room, finding it looking lone and empty but discovers a note near a bag on the table 

The note reads “to my dearest Tess, I am sorry we have been apart for so long but I will see you soon, keep that medallion close to your chest and no harm will come to you. I will find you again in 3 days on the long Shespin Road, I cannot wait to see you again – Your Loving Mother, Imona”

Cin attempts to investigate his room, he takes note that there are instruments about making it most likely to belong to the band, but checking under the bed he also slams his head and almost passes out. Ash later comes to help him, as they search about inside one of the chests they find some sort of flyer for the band.

The Azure Reeds, debut in Sharden – 20th of Rahtumna at dusk in the Billowing Pines, below that are the band member’s names written in “Harry Derringer, Cerulean, Brax and Ardun” the illustration the four band members does not look like the four downstairs, its makes you feel unconformable looking at it.

Cin pockets a flute from the bands room and hands it ash as a gift. Finley and Sagessa go to investigate the another of the rooms and inside immediately find bottles of booze stacked all around, they determine it is Gray’s room. When they examine one of the bags they find a note inside that’s been crumpled up somewhat.

In the bag you find few personal affects, clothing and trinkets, you find a note that reads “if you fuck this up again Coborn it’ll be your head not mine – Kren” angrily scrawled on some paper

Ash and Cin go towards the final room to investigate it and find scattered about weapons and personal effects, determine it is the room of the mercenaries. On the desk they find notes from their group, The Red Hoods.

One reads throughout “Bodyguard request from Shespin Road, TO BE FULFILLED - cattle and livestock shipment x3 – Assigned hands – Korok, Henriette, 2500 gold upon destination reached – signed RH”

The Gang regroup after all their investigation and one by one report their findings to one another. Sagessa slowly realises that whoever Tess is, that they are currently taking on the form of Estas, through the mention of the mother. Doppelgangers of some kind, this probably applies to every other patron in the inn as well. They decide for the rest of the loop to wait upstairs on the landing an watch what certain patrons do once the fire starts. 

Eventually as they watch the fire go the landing underneath them begins to slowly crumble and they have to quickly begin running down it lest they fall down to the first floor. As a group they are pretty dexterous and manage to get a good way down while still watching the main floor, but Ash trips and starts crumbling off the side of the burning balcony. Cin turns and rush to grab her hands but his strength actually begins sending them both careening off the side, Finely goes to grab him afterwards with Vernalis holding her back.

Ash: I WILL TAKE YOU TO HELL WITH ME  Cin: twins die together peace out  Mari: [JUST HUDDLED IN A CORNER CRYING AND NOT LOOKING]

In a fit of quick thinking Cin casts levitate on Ash while still holding onto her and slowly start floating over the burning debris while everyone else continues squishing down the right side of the balcony.

From her new vantage point with her brother dangling off of her, though uncomfortable, Ash is able to see the whole room clearly. She spots Gray crushed under the left side of the building and nearby Estats huddled under a table. Before any of them can do anything else they see a piece of the ceiling fall over her and the same high pitched scream and snap and time stops again.

Figuring they've found all they can out about the fire, the group resolves themselves and heads towards the hatch in the shack’s storeroom, making their way down into the depths.

cin you bash your head on a rock

Ash: HOW MANY TIMES U GONNA BASH UR HEAD TODAY EH? Cin: SHUT UP

> 🎵  The Night Unfurls / Bloodborne OST 

> 🎵  Dark Water / Yumme Nikki OST 

They reach the bottom one by one of a large warped cavern with bright blue pools dotted around it and a tunnel leading out to the side.

As you continue through the cavern you see along the warped architecture, a pile of bones littered on the floor, another body it seems. As you look about theres a pool of water in the cave seem to move and lick, eerily they seem to almost resemble the flicking and movement of fire.

The melding of the taverns architecture with that of the cave is reminiscent to a game glitch and does not loo natural at all. The body they find they determine is the halfing’s from the size. slowly as they stand around and examine this cavern small little balls of flaming light slowly surround them, Vernalis reaches out and touches one, causing a shock to go through her entire body. They are will o wisps and they have become hostile.

The party readies themselves and begin to dispatch the wisps one by one, during the battle cin suggests to one of them that they target the other blue tiefling instead of him (hilariously)

Ash: >Ash will remember that. Cin: jhBNV&UFNGHIGMFHJH;JK

Ash: i'll just ass blast cin again right here then run back out the hatch im out of here

Ash: i just give cin a stink eye as that wisp moves to me tbh Cin: i pretend not to notice

Vernalis finishes the last of them off with a divine smite before the party decides to continue moving forward after healing themselves somewhat.

Cin:  cins face heats up just a little “Thank you... wanna check out the rest here with the others? we should be safe for now” Ecarte: you're welcome, also yeah we can go Finley:  IS THIS A DATE FELLAS Ash: you can sense my fuming anger from 10 ft away cin

Vernalis:  standing between the twins :/ Finley:  vern is the auspistice Vernalis: DONT YOU HOMESTUCK ME

Sagessa: i hold onto like a bit of finley's sleeve as i follow behind her

The party continues down the warped cave and find another body slouched against a couple of barrels at the end end of a branching tunnel, they are grossed out for perhaps the 8th time today. After examining it they determine that it is the body of another halfing, decomposed like the rest.

From here they find two branching tunnels, they hear a soft noise echoing down the one to the right and begin arguing about which direction to head down first.

Cin: we should split up Vernalis: we shouldn't split up, and you're grounded whatever that means. so no levitating Finley: omg.... are you their mom?

Ash: tch i'm going wherever cin is not going Cin: i dont care where ash is going. im going left 

Mari: WHO CARES ANYMORE WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE HERE !

Vernalis: ASH AND MARI WHERE DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE GOING Mari: TO DIE !!!!!!

Sagessa: i whisper to finley "should we do smth” Ecarte: what's happening?

After the twins spit venom at each other and ash and mari begin walking down the right chamber the party all decide follow after screaming “I DONT THINK WE SHOULD SPLIT UP” for the 6th time, cin decides to stay far near the back at the very least.

As they slowly walk down the tunnel the soft noise gets louder until it begins to sound like a muffled sobbing noise, and they see a very bright blue light near the end of it as the tunnel turns off towards a larger open cavern. The further they go the more the sobbing almost begins to sound distorted. As they all peek their heads in they see a big lake and a being in the middle of it.

As you enter the large cavern you hear a soft sobbing that reverberates throughout the cavern, in the middle of the water you see a bright blue being, bright blue and ethereal hunched over and sobbing. Its form flitting about and changing like a strong wind is being blown at a set of cloaks.

The party quickly decide to slink back into the tunnel and not approach it (yet) and walk all the way back the tunnel they came.

Ash: WE JUST WALK BACKWARDS  Finley: yeeah Vernalis: YEAH

The party diverts down the other tunnel, this time taking the left and coming acorss a much smaller cave opening towards a tiny cavern with another small lake, this time they find another dead body laying beside it. They do not approach as they spot another wisp within the cavern and see what they can from further down the tunnel, Ash determines it is the body of the half elf Reza.

The party pull back down the tunnel to the cavern where the paths branch again to gather themselves and decide how they will go about confronting the ghost over the big lake.

THIRD SESSION - 13/8/18  🥀🥀🥀

The party discusses what they know so far about what is happening in the inn and determine that the ghost in the cavern must be the ghost of the girl names Tess, who is currently impersonating Estas upstairs. They go back down to the right cavern to confront her, though while they're debating on how to speak to the ghost, Cin decides to stroll out first, causing everyone else to start panic yelling for about 5 seconds.

Sagessa: when i hear cin rush in there i like, reach out my hands like i'm gonna catch him to stop him but like stop halfway bc i know it's futile Ecarte: if i had the slots to spare i would've used hold person on cin just to prevent that decision Finley: damn had cin known that his conviction to run in woulda been higher

The ghost comes into full view, bright white eyes and an aura of grief surrounding it, almost looking like it has tears stained upon its face. Cin stands there for about 2 minutes while everyone is scream whispering at him what to say before Sagessa gives up and walks out as well, calling the name Tess, to which Cin also says after she does.

The two begin their double effort on talking to the ghost and attempting to figure out why are trapped there and if its the ghost fault, and also to let them go. They note that there is a medallion around her neck. Cin continuously attempts to get closer by stepping near the lake before everyone calls him an idiot. 

- it looks over at the entrace of the cave where the rest of you are crowded and stares at you all, you feel more than one set of eyes on your backs. Sagessa: i throw an unapproving look at at yall before turning back to tess Finley: HHHGHOHH Mari: [NAUSEUA INDUCING]

The ghost continues to state that she knows something bad is going to happen but she does not know what and that she needs help, but the only way for them to help is to stay here and wait and it will eventually stop because her mother will come get them eventually.

 Ecarte examines the cavern while they speak and sees that the walls near them look like they're shifting ever so slightly, Mari barfs on Finley’s shoes. Cin attempts to skip a rock on the pool while Sagessa attempts to continue conversing with her, the rock stops before it hits the water and a hostile air is pointed at Cin, he backs off nervously.

As the conversation goes on the ghost seems to be getting more riled up, however Cin shows it the tattoos on their hands and it seems to calm it briefly and it drifts closer to him, he continues to hold it up.

Mari: sacrifice urself cin dw Cin: im gonna die laughing if he does from this

Cin begins to back off slowly as it gets closer and the ghost seems to shift attitudes stating they all need to stay here if they want to fix this, they have to wait, Sagessa attempts to say that they can go look for her mother instead before Cin says that her mother isnt coming.

Cin: look you've been staying here for some time and i think your mothers just not coming, you cant keep trapping people here against their will. let us go and everyone else too. its over. you know that deep down Sagessa: i tried so hard Ecarte: *thinking*  after i said not to piss her off... u__u Vernalis:  YIKES Mari: YIKES Finley: oh no

as you speak you feel the sensation of being watched come back full force the more you go on, the ghost stares at you but its face contorts, its arms go back to clutch its head "i dont know what this is i dont know what to do we have to wait its the only thing we can do" its voice begins distorting as it moves backwards across the lake, the cavern around you begins shifting unnaturally more so than before

Cin’s words finally set her off and she moves back into the cavern slowly clutching her head before releasing that same scream that they have heard before this.

The ghost begins to scream, ghastly and otherworldly, grief ridden and distorted, as it screams the cavern shifts around you melding more into a cacophony of line and shape, you feel yourselves begin to grow nauseous, your vision blurring, your heart racing.

You open them again and you are in the inn, broken and old and ashy and forgotten and terrifying, you see it briefly flashing between the brightly light interior before and the crumbling remains you see now quickly.

In front of you is the same ghost, unmoving, floating in front of you “you are un-needed you are unhelpful you are unwanted I despise you I despise you I despise this, I will crush this all” and around you all at once the rest of the patrons appear, ghostly blue and burning, their faces stock straight and unmoving, they bear the looks they stole but they are done acting the night out. You are not safe anymore. 

> 🎵  Omen / Bloodborne OST 

The group ready themselves for combat in the scattered remains of the broken down inn, one by one working to take down the spectres of the other patrons and the ghost of Tess.

Mari: I ALREADY PUKED DO I HAVE IMMUNITY Ecarte: WHY ARE YOU VOMITING SO MUCH Ash: YALL HERE FUCK?

At the start of the battle Tess reveals a macabre face within her form in attempt to terrify the party, It ends up chilling Finley and Cin to their core and causing them to fumble throughout the fight. The initial aura she gives off also seems to start....aging them slowly, both Cin and Finley gain 20 years, looking like they are now in their 40′s.

Ash: ossan Mari: cin’s a dilf... Sagessa: dilf Mari: wait finley a milf now

> 🎵  Guardians Of The Past/ Dragon Age Inquisition OST 

The rest of the party attempts to dodge the spectres and Tess for the fight, taking damage as the spectres make grabs for them and sink their arms into them sapping them of their life force slowly. 

Soon after the fight begins Tess ends up taking control of Ash’s body, possessing her for a majority of the fight, using her spells against the rest of the party, her eyes going an eerie bright blue. Ash retains her consciousnesses but loses control of her body, trying to fight against it unsuccessfully. Mari partway through casts entangle covering a part of the terrain in vines, trapping two of the spectres briefly. The party continually find they aren’t dealing much damage but Sagessa is able to effectively blast them off the field one by one with her spells.

Sagessa:  I FEEL PELOR IN THIS CHILI'S TONIGHT Vernalis:  ghost who?

Cin continuously growing angry over his possessed sister attempts to intimidate the spirit out of her, Tess does not leave the body but she is put off by him for a moments time.

Cin:  leave my sisters body or ill ensure you'll wait for your mother for the remainder of your existence Ash: cries while tposing Cin:  ash......sorry i played an Epic funny youtube prank on you... i love you

As the fight goes on others feel them age through the attacks, Vernalis gains 20 years though it doesn't seem to actually change her much aside from getting longer hair. 

Mari: from 40 feet away: THATS CUTE

Cin is grabbed and ages another 35 years, turning him 75, making him begin hitting the danger range as the battle goes on. Sagessa turns her attention towards ash and begins damaging her to knock her out and Tess out of her body, closeby trapped by spectres on all sides Cin casts jump on Mari so she can escape, though Mari uses this to mario jump on a nearby ghosts head and misses entirely, falling right through them.

you see a flash of his memory of the inn in your vision and a whisper of "...blood" in your ears and then nothing as you scramble out from under him

The fight continues against Ash/Tess, however before she gets to the her last hit points Tess leaves her body after casting a final spell that knocks Mari out, though she is now free from her body.

It is this action that ends up costing her however as right after Sagessa readies a guiding bolt to end her.

Sagessa: i guess i'll walk towards her slowly and say a prayer for those lost at the inn in the fire and everyone who's been taken by whatever this is since and pray their souls find peace  Sagessa: it's over now, rest my dear Sagessa: and then i cast guiding bolt

as you raise your hand and let the spell fly you feel a warm light wash over you, the spell strikes her square in the chest and you hear the sharp shattering sound of the medallion around her neck, she floats there suspended in time for what feels like an age. until the rest of the surroundings around you shatter as well, like glass falling away all around you. You hear her voice call out "i am sorry i am so sorry" and then blackness takes your vision.

You feel your bodies shift in and out of a dark space, falling, falling, all you can smell is smoke and all you can hear is screams, but finally you impact, underneath you feel hard wood, and as you open your eyes you see the cool night air.  you all slowly rise again, as you look you see you are now laying in the middle of what seems to be a broken burned down inn in the dead of night

The party returns back to the present time, free finally from the limbo they were trapped in and rejoice, tired and hurting but alive (and their regular ages again). Ecarte plays a song to soothe some of their ails and as he does they begin hearing sounds from the rubble as more people rise up from the debris.....they appear to be the other patrons.

they all look confused and dazed, staring at the sky and at the ground  Mari: omfg. zombies they dont look like gddamn zombies

> 🎵  Stickerbrush Symphony (restored to HD) / TerraBlue 

It appears that the people who were spirited away to this place have all awoken too, alive and free from whatever beings and possessions that has taken them over, it seems the temporal rift that caused them to age and die reverted them back, just as the ageing on the rest of the party did as well.

As the party watch one by one helping them various patrons out of the debris, Estas approaches Sagessa and asks her if she is also a priest of pelor, Finely helps Gray dig for his mail through the dirt.

Sagessa: sister estas marigold! Estas:  she cocks her head at you "that would be me....you know my name?” Sagessa:  i reach out to take her hands "oh we've been looking all over for you! do you know how long you've been gone?"

Gray: Finley he thanks you for the help and eventually you dig out the things he was looking for to a loud relived cry from him and find his two other friends, as he gets up however he stumbles and almost faceplants into the floor again Finley:  .....uh.....do you need a hand.... Gray: he mumbles that hes fine but once he gets to his knees his jsut kinda sits there and stares out at the horizon

The rest of the party sit together and take the night in as, Cin apologies to his sister and then goes to approach Ecarte, Ash goes off to hug a pouting Mari soon after.

Cin: i come up to ash first and hug her firmly "im sorry i couldnt save you.." Ash: it's fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee forget it forget it i dont even wanna think about it no more. are you alright tho you looked like a prune there pffff Ash:  i walk over to mari "are you okayyyyyy oh my gosh i'm so sorry for the thunder Q_Q" Cin: ... she got over it fast

Ecarte:  same to you ^__^. i was kind of worried for a second there, what with you and the others ageing so suddenly like that. Cin:  it wasnt too bad the first time but after the second one i thought i would... yknow. can i do anything to help out? Ecarte:  i'm good at the moment but thank you! i'm just keeping an eye on everyone to make sure nobody else is too hurt while sagessa and finley go around helping the tavern patrons Cin:  "i see" i lean my head on ecartes shoulder and take his hand into mine "just let me stay like this for a while then" Mari:  mari feels nauseua again looking at these too

As Ash and mari sit together watching the others in the corner of her eye ash sees something glinting under the wood nearby in the faint moonlight as a whisper passes her ears, on the ground she sees there the craked medallion that Tess was wearing. As her and Mari look out across the field towards the graves she can see something glowing in the dark, the two head over to investigate it as the others watch on

>as you trudge on over to the graves and get closer you can see now, all around them there is now a set of white flowers growing, the same ones that were once on your hand, blowing idly in the wind. as you approach you hear a voice in your ears ash "keep it, it will keep you safe.....i am glad......they are okay" before a pause and then " i can see her again now " and then nothing, and the bright lght disappears into the air 

Cin: set the flowers on fire jesus

With that their terrifying evening comes to a close, confused and tired the party comes to rest there for the night surrounded by the other patrons, waiting for the light of morning to come once again. The spirits trapped here having finally found some sort of peace in their newfound freedom, no longer cursed to repeat the night of their deaths over and over again. And the party alive, and scarred, albeit with newfound comrades and friends.

[celestialmarkiplier]

Just a Nightmare (Jack/Anti)

A/N: THIS IS GONNA BE A BAD ATTEMPT AT SPOOKY, IM SORRY SDFYGUHNJ

Requested? Yes! Anon requested: Hello there! Can I request a really dark story with Anti and Jack? Angst, gore, (psycho-)horror, dread and graphic, bloody descriptions? (Sorry, I'm a sadistic sucker for horror stuff and psycho games hehe)Maybe it starts out with a repeating nightmare which gets bloodier and more detailed every time. Then, specific things from the dream happen irl (like a sound he recognizes), which is foreshadowing to Anti who kidnaps him one night and takes sadistic pleasure in torture? (I just realized I sound pretty weird and crazy myself... I swear I’m normal lol). BUT ALSO don’t let me tell you what to write if you already have a better idea in mind!

Pairing: not an actual pairing, Anti and Jack are the stars of this one. (not romantic) ALSO, BONNIE. IS. HIS. FRIEND. THEY ARE IN NO WAY A ROMANTIC COUPLE, BONNIE DOES NOT LIKE JACK IN *THAT* WAY, HONESTLY I IMAGINE HER AS BEING ASEXUAL T B H

Warnings: angst, gore, blood, psychotic tendencies, graphic violence, cursing, things of that nature. readers, im warning you now. (it probably wont be that spooky actually bc im not spooky so im sorry anon who requested this i tried)

“When will you ever learn, Jack…” A voice taunts from behind the chair Jack had been strapped to for God knows how long. He was blindfolded, gagged, and had a rope tied around his arms, legs, and around his neck then looped through the back of the chair like a leash so that his head would stay up. The man- no, the thing- had faux sympathy laced through its words that Jack could see right through. Anyone could hear the sick undertones held in the voice; the bitch was enjoying every second of this.

“You can’t run, you can’t hide. You’re my little pet until I say otherwise!” Jack jumped at the barbaric and angry shout the last words came out as. “And the best part is, you won’t even tell anyone about it. You know what will happen if you do.”  There was a long sigh from in front of Jack before the blindfold was forcefully ripped away from his face, making Jack wince at the sudden amount of light flooding in his senses. It might have been dim in the room, but it was still enough light to leave him blinking rapidly to try and focus.

Once his eyes finally focused he gasped involuntarily. The thing in front of him wasn’t actually a thing at all- it was Jack himself.

Jack woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up in his bed and looking around. Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead to his jaw and finally dropped down onto the hollow area above his collarbone. He sighed, that was the third time he had woken up tonight alone.

Jack had these nightmares regularly. They were always the same, he gets kidnapped, thrown into a dim room, restrained, and always ends up finding out the villain is a twisted version of himself. The villain, who he chooses to call AntiJack (anti for short), looks exactly like him; well, other than the huge gash across his throat and the glitches that radiate from his body. Jack never gets a break from this entity in his dreams, it's a constant nightmare he has once, twice, maybe even three times a night. He’s tried everything, even going to a therapist, but the nightmares won't stop. It was something Jack was convinced was just in his head. That is, until one day when his best friend Bonnie came over.

“Jack?” Bonnie had questioned from her place standing by the door to Jack’s bedroom. They had been playing video games all day and Bonnie had left to get more snacks. Jack grunted in response, being far too lazy to actually put in the effort to say anything more.

“Why was this in your kitchen? Are you really that kinky?” She half jokes, Jack furrowed his eyebrows and looked up, eyes widening when he saw what she held in her hand. It was a gag. Not just any gag, though. It was the ball gag Anti had used in the nightmare Jack had been having; the same ball gag the demonic man had used to restrain Jack and leave him helpless against his torture.

“W-Where did you find that?” Jack stuttered out, face probably much paler than usual.

Bonnie just smirked, oblivious. “It was literally laying on the kitchen table, how could you not remember to put these things back up? You knew I was coming over, I don’t need to know about your sex life, Mr. Grey.” She chuckles and lays the gag on his dresser, hopping on the bed and only noticing how pale her best friend was once she had sat down. It was her turn to furrow her brow, “Are you okay, greenbean?”

Jack couldn’t speak for a couple seconds, just stared at the ball gag wordlessly. He almost told his friend about the gag not being his, however he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sure, she knew about his nightmares, she had been the one to sleep with him when he refused to be alone the first couple nights he had them, but something told him it would be a bad idea to speak about this. He didn’t want to worry his best friend anymore than she already was. Besides, the demonic thing had warned him that he would regret it if he told anyone. So he can’t.

“Uh, you know, just embarrassed at the fact that my best friend found out about one of my kinks.” Jack forces himself to chuckle and Bonnie seems to believe him, carrying on the conversation by saying something about changing his name in her phone to Christian Grey before they fell silent, Bonnie being emerged into the world of videogames and Jack being emerged into the world of his thoughts.

Bonnie had decided to stay the night. Usually Jack would be fine with this, however the ball gag that was sitting in the bottom drawer of his bedside table (he couldn't get rid of it without Bonnie asking questions) was still taunting him. Jack was only brought out of his thoughts about the gag when Bonnie crawled into bed beside him.

She smiled slightly cuddling into her pillow and brushing her hair out of her face before she asked, “You doing okay? Need me to cuddle with you tonight?”

Jack couldn’t help but smile, despite his mood. Bonnie had been his best friend since fifth grade. She had always been understanding of everything he told her, and in return he had done the same. He was glad she understood his situation. She never asked him to talk about it, only let him cuddle her (or vice versa) if he needed it and assured him everything was going to be okay. The next morning, she would always ask him once if he wanted to talk, and if he said no she would leave it at that. They would carry on with their day as normal afterwards.

So, with Jack’s arm wrapped tightly around his friend’s waist, he fell into unconsciousness and hoped his dreams would be better tonight.

It’s morning. Jack feels like he hasn’t slept a wink as his eyes flutter open. Bonnie is no longer beside him and he grows worried as his eyes flutter open, realizing he is on a hard floor instead of in his own bed. He groans, sitting up and looking around the area. Turns out it's not morning, the lights in the room are just incredibly bright. Where did Bonnie go? Where is he?

Suddenly there’s a static noise surrounding him. It starts by coming from the right side of the room- no, the left- no! He can’t even tell where it came from now, all he knows is that it's feeling his senses and he has no choice but to put his hands over his ears and get back down on the floor, the noise is too much for him to handle and-

And suddenly, it stops. Leaving him with a distinct ringing in his ears. He sits up again, furrowing his eyebrows and trying to make sense of this. Then suddenly, things click into place and his eye widen. This is another dream.

Almost as soon as he realizes this there is a glitchy laugh from the corner of the room, a figure coming up behind him and kicking him between his shoulder blades, holding him down and applying pressure on his back.

“Poor, poor boy.” The familiar voice starts, pushing down hard enough to make Jack wince. “You thought you were safe,”

“Wh-what do you want?” Jack whimpers, “Why are you doing this?”

The entity laughs again, the sound scratching at Jack’s ear drums and making him wince harder.

“Isn’t it obvious? You see, Jack, it’s simple. You made my life hell, so I’m returning the favor.”

With that, Jack feels a scorching pain down his spine, making him scream in agony. The pain continues, going from the start of his spine all the way to his tailbone and he’s pretty sure he's bleeding if the wet feeling on his back is any indication. Eventually he can’t take the pain anymore, and blacks out…

“...Jack?”

“..Jack! Wake up!”

“JACK!”

Jack is woken up by a sharp push on his chest. He groans in response and grips the hand tightly, opening his eyes and starting blearily at the woman in front of him. Bonnie.

“What happened? You were groaning in your sleep, are you okay?” She looks so worried, Jack feels bad for ruining her sleep. “God, you’re burning up. Here, let’s get you into some clean clothes because these are drenched.” She was right, his current clothes are absolutely soaked with sweat. He nods, trying to stand. He gets a total of two steps away from the bed before he yelps, a stinging pain going up his spine. Bonnie rushes over with clean clothes, helping him into the bathroom. She wipes his arms and face off with a clean washcloth before he tells her he’s okay and she leaves the room to let him get dressed. He dresses in the t shirt and shorts, staring in the mirror for a little while before raising his shirt up and turning around, letting himelf look at his back.

He immediately regrets his decision to look at his back. There’s a new scar, red and very prominent, running down his spine. His whole back is covered in bruises and he’s now a shaking mess. How did this happen? This isn't even possible, he’s going crazy. He has to be. This is not normal. Suddenly, the door is opened and in comes Bonnie, stopping as soon as she sees his back and holding a hand to her mouth.

“Oh my God. Jack, what the hell happened?! How did you not tell me about this?” His friend looked like she wanted to help, but didnt know how. He stared at the mark a second longer before he bursted into tears, right there in front of his best friend. Against his better judgment, he told her everything. He told her about Anti, about what happens in his nightmares, about the torture, everything. His face is buried in her neck whenever he feels her start to shake, the shaking gets more chaotic and finally, he has to look up. She’s laughing.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Her voice shifts from her normal, soft tone to one with more roughness. “I told you not to tell anyone…” Suddenly, the environment around him shifts and glitches, and he’s in the dark basement agan, with Bonnie standing in front of him. Only, it's not Bonnie. It's a demonic form of his best friend that has jet black eyes and a cut across her throat. He gulps, sweating bullets and ignoring the dull pain in his back.

“Anti,” he whispers, getting a smirk from ‘Bonnie’ before she glitches away and is replaced with a very twisted demon entity holding a sharp knife.

The demon comes in closer, crouching down in front of Jack and pulling the gag from his pocket. He ties it around Jack’s mouth and tsks before standing back up, trailing his knife down his arm.

“You should have just listened to me.”

(A/N: I TRIED SO HARD O M G IM SORRY RIP AHAH)(also i put x reader in the tags bc its my usual tags, so yes its not an x reader thing but oh well)

[kiwiships-dark]

Haven't posted on here in awhile but I needed to get this out of my system.

I cant stop thinking about being Galra! Keith's pet.

All SFW but I’m putting a break so I don’t clog anything in tags.

He's still Keith, sure, but maybe he takes Lotor's place as the galran prince. Maybe I get given to him as a gift from some galran soldiers attempting to gain his favor.

Im so small and I was probably caught doing something stupid, like trying to get a closer look at one of their ships, so I'm just absolutely terrified. Obviously I have assumptions on what's going to happen and I'm too terrified to even beg because I shut down when I'm scared of men specifically.

He doesn’t say much in response to receiving me before sending the soldiers off.

Once I’m alone with him, he tilts my head up, clawed fingertips just barely pressing into my skin.

Of course I’m crying. I’m a crybaby anyway, but being offered as a present for someone who’s obviously so much stronger than me and being completely at a man’s mercy when men already make me nervous just makes it so much worse. I’m barely able to get a breath out without choking it in around sobs and he just watches me for a second, head tilting to the side.

“What’s your name?”

I sob around the word, too terrified to even consider not giving him whatever he asks, “Kiwi.”

He gets to his knees in front of me before speaking again, releasing my chin to wipe some of the tears off of my face, “Calm down, Kiwi, I’m not going to hurt you.”

There’s a brief pause.

“As long as you behave.”

·         He’d be fairly lenient, not that he’d need to be strict. I obey him without question because I’m terrified of him and of all the other glara around me.

·         He gives me free reign of anywhere he takes me. It doesn’t matter if it’s just a ship or if it’s a planet. He makes sure that I know he’ll find me if I try to escape and, even if he is just trying to scare me, I don’t have any intention of testing that.

·         Any free time he has outside of his princely duties, he keeps me by his side.

·         He mostly just keeps me around for company, a majority of the time, asking me about what I think of the planet and it’s inhabitants.

·         I get treated like royalty by him most of the time and, unless they’ve found out through some other means, most would never know that I’m his property and not his partner.

·         Behaving gets me lavished with gifts. Whatever he happens to catch me eyeing in a planet’s market will be tossed on my lap once we’ve returned to the ship. He acts like it’s nothing, just keeping me in line with positive reinforcement, but even if I’m terrified of him still, I can tell when someone cares.

·         It’s not often that any other galra soldiers will come anywhere near me. They know who I belong to and they don’t want to test their luck, even if Keith isn’t known for being violent towards them for any indiscretion.

·         Only one soldier ever made the mistake of laying a hand on me and Keith refuses to answer any questions I ask about what he did to the soldier.

·         Punishments aren’t anything sadistic with him. He doesn’t have any interest in hurting me and he takes no pleasure in it, so the few times he has “punished” me haven’t been anything to write home about. A bruised chin from where he held my face as he warned me never to do it again, a sore wrist from being dragged behind him, and some swollen eyes from my crying while he yelled.

·         He’d never hit me or anything similar while angry. He even tends to apologize for raising his voice afterward, especially once I tell him about my past with men.

·         Eventually, I warm up to him, slowly, and he still makes me nervous, but he’s never harmed me, and getting everything I ask for on a silver plater is hardly something to complain about.

·         He never forces me into anything.

·         He knows the power he has over me and he knows how eager I am to stay in his good graces, so he refuses to do anything without my fervent consent.

·         So, obviously, he respects that I’m ace.

·         Even kissing goes slow. The first time he was so careful that there was barely any pressure against my lips, his own just hardly touching them as he brushed over them.

·         Once he does start kissing me deeper, he’s careful of his fangs—at first.

·         Before long, he starts nipping at my lips, enough to draw the smallest bit of blood and, when I don’t complain, he takes it as conformation that I’m not scared of his fangs.

·         He’s a biter.

·         Even though everyone knows who I belong to, what has a little marking ever hurt?

·         He bites deep enough to break skin and I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it.