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[starcrustduster]

eveytime i'm about to stan a man in a mediaval fiction, fantasy or not, and the authors immediately hit me with the "he raped [insert name]" i look at the invisible camera like this

[rie-092]

Hi, i love ypur dinamic.

When I read lycris number 8 I inmediatly tough of Claude de Alber Obelia.

Maybe where the reader is someone whi he grow up and it could be Athanasio or Felix Fiance/wife <3

EVENT'S ENTRY OO1 : POSSESSION

[ yandere! claude de alger obelia ]

note: here's the link about the event! i love this prompt. this would be fun!

okay, let's start with the time before everything became messy.

there is one reason why you became anastacius's wife despite the two of you being way too young to get married. they wanted to tie your family down to the imperial family and anastacius was the one who acted as a shackle to make sure that your family will stay still and be the imperial family's loyal dog.

but honestly, being in the imperial family wasn't that bad. because you have anastacius and his younger brother, claude who was still young that time.

the first time you met claude, there's only one thing that came into your mind. why in the hell did they abuse this cute little creature?

that's the reason how you and anastacius became claude's salvation inside the imperial palace.

you always plays with him, spend time with him, hell, you even go far on firing those maids who put sand on claude's soup (you're the crown princess and you have the every rights to do so, duh.)

but there is still this small doubt inside his mind. that this peace won't stay forever and there is a high chance that you will change once you grew up and realize that he was lacking in many aspects.

and that doubt was only fueled when anastacius slowly changed.

and anastacius started isolating you. and he started prohibiting you as well as claude from visiting each other. and that's how everything became messy.

you see, this is the main reason why claude lost it. the gentle facade that he created for you and anastacius. his confidence, his emotions, his everything as well as his mother.

but don't worry, this wasn't his boiling point. he still had lady margarita (forgot her name, my baddd). while you escape time to time to spend time with him.

he remembered back then, before his big brother's betrayal. when the two of you escaped the palace to play. he remembered it clearly, the time you said that you were on his side. and you will remain as his friend forever.

unknown to you, this only fuels the unhealthy feelings that he suppress for years. because hell, you were his big brother's wife!

and congrats! now you had a possessive and obsessive yandere who sees love as ownership! and damn, he will not let you escape, after all, you were his right?

and fast forward to the time where claude discovered lady margarita and anastacius' betrayal. instead of feeling betrayed, this man was delighted as hell.

he can still clearly remember how he sent you a letter using his brother's name and inviting you to the room where lady margarita and anastacius was doing the deed.

he remembered how excited he was seeing the horror in your eyes.

ahh, don't blame him. you left him no choice after all. because he knew that deep inside, you started on having a feeling towards his older brother.

and it's a big no because you were his.

and now, after all the shits happened. and he became the emperor. you suddenly said that you will now go back to your family?

no, no. how can you say that towards him, (name)? after all he did to keep you by his side? after all the blood that he spilled for you?

don't be surprise if you woke up in your palace, chained in your bed. and even had a collar with his name on it.

you made him do this so basically, this wasn't his fault. you made him insecure, you made him panic. so, technically, you deserve this.

oh, by the way. starving yourself to death won't work against claude because he won't hesitate to force you on eating. or even killing your family in front of you.

just give up, ( name ). because you were his as much as he was yours.

now, be a good girl and help him raise athanasia well, okay? <3

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“ ahh, dear. stop being annoying or i would be the one to hold you down and put this damn food in your mouth. hmm? you don't like that right? now be a good girl and listen to me, okay? ”

[mrsoharaa]

You and Miguel trip over each others feet, drunkenly, landing on the softness of your cozy bed with your back gently bouncing amongst the thick warmth of your blanket and his towering, stocky frame looming over yours protectively...admirably.

His soft hues of hazelnut irises gaze down at you with such tender and allure. Briefly glances down to the plushness of your pretty, fully lips promptly back up to your glimmering, hazy eyes. Contemplation roaming through his foggy mind.

Your gentle and sweet giggles lure him out from his thinking, eyes focusing more intently into your gorgeous eyes. Sinking and basking in the sheer beauty that resonates from your reeling optics. A lazy, half witted smile weaving across his strong cheeks.

"¿Qué es tan gracioso, preciosa?" he chimes with the same smile, watching you softly roam your tinier hands all over his wide, firm chest. Leaving a trail of arising goosebumps beneath the thin layer of his black shirt that snugged ever so nicely around his bulked stature.

"Y-you Miggy...you're so funny" you emit a small hiccup, fingers still grazing over the soft, light fabric that atoned to his fit body ever so perfectly. Your wandering irises stilling into his directly, nipping back your bottom lip as your palms smoothly, gradually glide their way up and around the juncture of his strong jaw to the back of his neck. Easing in the closeness between the two of you.

He raise a thick brow in curiosity and interest, chuckling lightly as he hums to the light invitation your fingers were hinting at, at the back of his head. Twirling and curling ever so delicately and diligently in between the soften locks of deep mahogany.

"Am I now? do share, dulzura" he keeps his adoring, flaunting smile on his beautiful face. Watching you ever so intently and longingly with every motion you'd make, consuming the intoxicating feeling of your welcoming gentle touches.

You giggle once more, another loose hiccup reverberating through your throat. Your hands clasping more securely around his neck and pull him down to meet your warm, tender lips. Hardly ghosting over the shell of his right ear.

"I can s-see you fighting back the u-urge to kiss me Miguel..." you whisper ever so daintly, smoothly deep into the depths of his ringing ears. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, arising a more coy and playful smirk to tug amongst your heated cheeks.

His head tilts lightly, lips skimming over the flush of your flawless skin, suavely rakes both of his large hands up along the strut of your calling body.

"...Would you be against it, mi amor?" his voice tremored with such lowered bass, rasp like as he grazes your cute cheeks with a teasing touch of his warm lips. Grinning oh so cheekily against the supple flesh as he feels you writhe and squirm a bit beneath him.

Your hands weave more profusely into his curly, brunette hair. Fingers curling and combing through each soften strand, as you pull him more closer towards you.

"O-of course not dummy...that's w-what I've wanted all this time" you breathe out faintly, listening to the sudden hitch of his breath settle at the back of his throat. His dilated pupils following over to remeet your coyish, yearning gaze.

It didn't take him much convincing afterwards to have his hungry lips lap over your own with such dire need and desire. A mixture of dizzying passion and aching want, fueling his ignited action against your lips. Devouring every moan, whimper and breathy gasps that slipped off your trembling, candied lips.

Diligently, wallowing in the devoted and amorous kiss.

[neos-nero]

Domestic(?) Normal(?) Whatever you call this AU ideas/headcanons(???) because idk how to write a fanfic for the life of me

Nightmare doesn’t use YouTube, unless Insanity uploads an essay, game theory or random gameplay (he’s lowkey Insanity’s number 1 fan, but he’d rather die again than admit that)

Killer has set fire to Nightmare’s castle, Dream’s house and Color and Delta’s apartment!! He’s not allowed to cook - ever.

Dust likes to view Wikipedia pages in his free time. He finds it fun. Sometimes, Insanity joins in.

Horror blew up the kitchen once and blamed it on Killer (he got away with it)

Insanity once ate Dust’s cigarettes. He thought they were the fake edible ones that he bought. Dust didn’t tell him and bought another packet.

Error has beef with Insanity on Roblox. He doesn’t know it’s Insanity, but Insanity knows it’s Error.

Horror doesn’t like going to the park because kids keep asking their parents about the crack in his skull or just staring at him unblinking.

VHS once hijacked Killer’s laptop. It was later found on fire and broken.

I’ll add more if I think of anything else lol

[sweetbrier2908]

who fell first, who fell harder?

Mammon

He fell first and he fell harder.

He is completely in love with you.

He is crazy for you.

He is deeply in love with you.

He is head over heels for you.

He will do anything for you, and it means anything. Nothing can stop him from being with you. You're his angel, his guiding light, his only love, his first, his human. You're his everything. He couldn't think of one thing he can't stand about you (maybe just the fact that you're always so close with his brothers). He wants to be with you for the rest of his life and he hopes you want the same.

He was always so insecure, it was not like he cared about what his brothers and strangers say about him, it was not like those words were going to affect him schemes anyway - what he cared was what you will think about him after hearing those words. but you lay next to him every night and tell him how kind he is, how decent he is, how much Lucifer trusts him, how much his brothers love him despite their rude words, how great he is to you, how much you love him. Just like that, you chase his insecurity away.

He was always so scared that he couldn't be with you the moment you need him the most, that he couldn't be the one who SAVE you. he had failed once and twice, he doesn't want it to happen thrice. He had slipped and could have not been the one who protected you from Levi's anger, he had not realized and couldn't protect you from being hurt by Belphie.

Who is he if not the first one to protect you when he is supposed to look after you?

Little does he know, you love him the same, you love him as much as he loves you and you would do anything for him. He is your first demon and he will be your first and only lover. He is your guardian demon (even when he always believe that he himself of all demons doesn’t deserve to be your guardian demon, just him wait, you will prove to him that he’s so wrong) and you love him desperately as he does. You will defend him no matter what it takes, you believe in him because you know, from the moment you belong to each other, he will never betray you. You believe in him, because he’s kind, he’s full of love - for his brothers, for the angels who he always complains about, for the Devildom's Prince and his butler, for the world which they casted him out thousands years ago, for the mortal world you belong to, for you. You love him and you want him to feel that he is loved and trusted by you; you love him and you want him to realize how amazing he is, how great he is - things that he always says but never believe himself. You love it when he flustered while confessing, you love how awkward he is with kisses and hugs and affection, you love it when he will never leave your side, you love it when he said that now he's only greedy for your love.

Little does he know, you also fell for him as hard as he did.

Little does he know, you fell for him (maybe) the exact moment he fell for you.

Little does he know, you fell for him when he talked to you about the little girl in human world.

Little does he know, you are completely in love with him.

Little does he know, you are crazy for him.

Little does he know, you are deeply in love with him.

Little does he know, you are head over heels for him.

You will do anything for him, and it means anything. Nothing can stop you from being with him.

Nothing can stop you two being together.

Not even Lucifer, not even his younger brothers, not even Diavolo or his butler, not even the angels, not even the most powerful human, not even Father.

Not even him. Not even you.

[nekioe]

When Dream finally escapes Pandora there's something off about him. Punz doesn't notice it immediately, maybe they first excuse it as the loneliness and trauma showing it's scars. But as time goes on it gets more and more clear that something just isn't right. Something beyond the trauma. They don't know what, but something has changed, something in the core of Dream that made him, well... Dream. Its hard to explain. Escpessially since Punz isn't quite sure if he's actually right or if it could all just be explained by Dreams trauma.

There are two major thing Punz has noticed:

Dream moves in a different way. He has always been very loud and dramatic, big animated gestures. Constantly pacing and moving. Even during the wars, although maybe a little less. Now, Dream stands eerily still. And when he moves, he does it with an inhuman sort of perfect, moves at a constant speed with a supernatrual preciseness.

When he speaks, the words sound unatrual on his tongue. Punz feel like Dream's stuttering through them, forcing them out of his mouth as if he's dragging them from some far away place that might not even be part of him anymore. But Punz has never actually heard Dream stutter. His words flow seamlessly like water, tone, and pronounciation perfect. Always perfect.

It's a paradox Punz can't understand, and it's making them feel more and more insane.

This is just an idea i got for vampire c!dream after watching arcane s2 and the way Victor acted after uhm thing.. (trying not to spoil anything, even tho it's rly minor). I just think that the feeling of something being wrong or other would be nice for v!dream. Before Punz even gets to know what happened to Dream, aka loosing all of his last humanity and becoming vampire, Punz notises something being wrong. It could be explained by trauma, and some of it might be that, but they feel like something else has changed, something to do with Dream's nature. And they're not wrong🤷

[bluebunnysart]

I did some Papercraft today 'cuz I saw someone else's Papercraft Miku and Teto and immediately wanted my own Negidrill to have on my desk at all times.

Link for Miku template

Link for Teto template

I didn't know a Neru one existed until AFTER I left the library (printed them out there 'cuz my at-home printer sucks) so I think I'll try to make Neru sometime to complete Triple Baka.

Link for Neru template (and many others)

THIS tutorial was super helpful for making Miku but Teto didn't have one. Therefore I messed up her drills a little at first but I'm just glad that she's complete and not a disaster, hahaha. xD

This is my first time making Papercraft characters and it's fun. Unfortunately Miku and Teto's heads easily fall off so there's no way I can do stop motion animation with them or anything or move them around too much, but I enjoyed this. They're cute. ^^

Their arms being outstretched like that was a total accident and how the paper itself wanted to bend, so I took the opportunity to make them touch hands lmao. They probably can't get any closer than that without dying (their heads falling off) though LOL. Idk what else to pose them doing but they'll definitely chill on my desk full-time I think.

Btw Mesmerizer Papercraft definitely exists and I even saw "Who Knows" Teto, and someone also made SV Teto. So if I'm motivated I might print those out and build them too. ^^ (You should try it. It takes like an hour or more per character and after the first time, it's straightforward to do.)

[mermaidslabyrinth]

Rhagerys rejects sex from the WIP ask game?

Thank you so much for your interest.

I said I'd post three snippets, I'm posting three. I apologize if it's long. But it was hard to cut some parts and have it make sense. Also, I will never have the story fully written or published. So the little snippets I have I'll gladly show off.

A little information first:

Rhagerys and Daemon’s relationship boils down to: “When I’m with you I have no responsibilities, no obligations, it’s just you and me. I can fuck with abandonment and without repercussions.” Daemon got a grin on his face. “I can use you in ways I need.” <Actual dialogue in my story>. While Rhagerys just wants to please and be a ‘good boy’.

Late Winter 131 AC. [My timeline] Rhagerys is 15. Daemon is 51 [I made his birthdate the same Matt’s]. Rhagerys only calls Daemon ‘Kepa’ when it’s just the two of them.

TW: Obvious sexual relationship between father/son. Nothing graphic. Hints though. Child abuse.

<Scene: Rhagerys stands up for himself and tells his father that what they have involves two people, not one. So he pushes his father away.>

Daemon turned his head slowly towards Rhagerys as he held his left cheek. A look of surprise mixed with anger was on his face. His son had just hit him. A small part of Daemon was impressed, but only a small part. He stared intently at his son. There was a piercing danger in them. Rhagerys recoiled just a little and casted his eyes downward. “You get one.” Daemon lowly warned.

“I'm sorry, Kepa.” Rhagerys whispered again.

Daemon was upon Rhagerys in an instant. He started to hit his son upside his head and his face. 

Rhagerys did his best to block the hits. “Stop. I'm sorry.” Rhagerys backed away from his father.

Daemon ignored his son and pushed him back to the bed. He shoved his son down upon it and crawled on top of him. He continued to hit him upside the face.

Rhagerys threw his hands up to block his father's slaps. “Stop. I apologized.” Rhagerys tried to have a firm voice.

Daemon stopped and held Rhagerys's arms down by his wrists. “You do not hit me.” His voice was stern and tense.

Rhagerys’s eyes locked with his father’s. “I did not mean to. I was just so frustrated.” Rhagerys jerked his head to the side. “You don't care about me.”

Daemon smiled but also furrowed his brow in confusion. “What?” His hands loosened their strong grip on his son’s wrists. “Of course I care about you.”

Rhagerys turned his head to face his father once again. “No you do not. You said 'what about you?'. You don't care about what I want.”

Daemon laughed. Rhagerys's face fell. “I said that in jest.” Daemon let go of Rhagerys's wrists but stayed straddling his son.

Rhagerys pulled his arms over his chest. As a some sort of flimsy barrier. “I did not, do not find it funny.” Sadness was in Rhagerys's voice. He lifted his hands and gently put them on his father's chest. “Get off me.” He gave a very light push.

Daemon didn't move. He kept smiling down at Rhagerys.

“Get off me.” Rhagerys pushed his father with a little more force.

“No.” Daemon said with a shake of his head. His smile slowly left his face. “Calm down.”

Rhagerys's jaw shifted. He was getting upset. “Kepa, get off of me.”

“Or what?” Daemon reached his right hand down and took Rhagerys's chin in it. He leaned down just a little. He then moved his thumb to Rhagerys's bottom lip. He ran it lightly over it. That was when Rhagerys struck. “FUCK!” Daemon jolted up and quickly moved from straddling Rhagerys to standing beside the bed.

Rhagerys lifted himself up on his elbows. He glared up at his father. “I told you to get off of me.”

Daemon looked down at his thumb then towards Rhagerys. “You fucking bit me!” Daemon hissed out angrily.

“And I will do it again if you come near me.” Rhagerys warned as he hastily moved to stand on the opposite side of the bed. “I told you I wasn't in the mood tonight. Come near me and I will start throwing fists as well.”

Father and son stared each other down. Rhagerys cracked first.

“I love you, Kepa. I enjoy what we do. But you never take my needs into consideration.” Rhagerys’s shoulders slumped. “I deserve that much. You only care about your needs.”

“I take care of you. Do I not?” Daemon absently ran his left thumb over his injured right. “You have never complained before.”

“If I did, you would just ignore me.” Rhagerys started to run his thumbs over his fingers. He was trying his best to calm himself down. “You being bitten proves it. I told you ‘not tonight’.”

Daemon noticed the little movement. He understood what that meant. He knew Rhagerys was almost at a breaking point. “I have needs.” He leaned forward just a little. He made sure Rhagerys was looking into his eyes. “And you enjoy yourself, do you not?”

“I-I have needs as well.” Rhagerys kept rubbing his thumbs over his fingers, trying to keep himself calm. “You ignore mine. All you care about is yourself. You can't keep ignoring me.” Rhagerys had hint of anger in his voice as he stood firmly and stared down his father.

Daemon smiled sardonically at his son. A thought started to form in his head. “Is that so?” He stood to his full height.

“No. You can't ignore me.” Rhagerys responded in a calmer voice.

Daemon hummed and smiled at the challenge Rhagerys had unknowingly set out before him. Daemon offhandedly nodded his head and turned to leave.

Author's Note: Rhagerys has a calming technique and it helps center him the best it is able to in most situations. And so began seven days of Daemon ignoring his son. Manipulating him. Daemon is a charismatic dick, a petulant child, a dark manipulator in my story. [And I have so much fun writing him like that].

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<Scene: Rhagerys tracks down Daemon to apologize and let it be forgotten>

“K-Kepa.” Rhagerys gasped out as he bowed his head.

Daemon made no move to acknowledge Rhagerys. He walked past his son and went to find a book.

Rhagerys turned around and watched his father take a seat. He walked to the door, peaked his head out into the hallway, and made sure there was no one coming or going. It was clear. Rhagerys turned back around and walked a little into the library. He took a deep breath in. He knew now would be a good time as ever to apologize. “Kepa, I would like to apologize for how I acted last night.” Rhagerys started to fiddle with his fingers. “Also for what I said.”

Daemon didn’t say anything. He continued to read his book.

Rhagerys furrowed his brow but pressed on. “I should have never hit you. I should have not bit you. Or threatened to punch you.”

Still not a word from Daemon.

Rhagerys lowered his head trying to figure out what to do. “The words I said, I should not have.” Rhagerys paused. “Even though I would like you to,” Rhagerys swallowed slightly. “…please me.” Rhagerys whispered the last two words out. “I should have asked properly. I should not have said such terse words towards you. I should have came to you and had an actual conversation.” Rhagerys bowed his head. “I am sorry.”

The only movement that came from Daemon was he turned the page to the book he was reading.

Rhagerys stood quietly. He waited for his father’s response. It was not coming. Rhagerys started to chew his lip. He started to get nervous. He didn’t understand what was going on. “Kepa?”

Nothing.

Rhagerys nodded to himself. He somewhat accepted that his father did not want to talk about the night before. He decided that maybe if he moved on to the next subject that would get his father’s attention. “I am going to go ride Starsong now. Did you want to join me on Caraxes? Like you have done many times before?”

Daemon just turned the page of the book he was supposedly reading.

Rhagerys furrowed his brow again but this time in confusion with a little bit of anger. He pressed on. “W-we could go somewhere on them. A small island. Fly near Driftmark.” Rhagerys gave a quick shrug of his shoulders. “Even fly up by Claw Isle. You can decide where.”

Daemon kept ignoring his son.

Rhagerys was getting frustrated. As well as a little hurt. “Kepa?”

Daemon ignored Rhagerys.

Rhagerys dropped his hands down to his sides. “Kepa?” He clenched his fists.

Daemon turned the page to the book.

Rhagerys shifted his jaw just a little. “Kepa?” His voice came out a little higher than usual. Rhagerys was becoming desperate. He wanted his father to answer him. No matter how brief the acknowledgment would be.

Daemon shifted and turned a little away from Rhagerys.

That movement made Rhagerys realize what was going on. He told his father he ‘could not ignore him’ and his father was going to show him that he absolutely could.

Rhagerys’s body sank down in utter dejection. “All right.” Rhagerys whispered as he nodded his head. He cleared his throat. “I…I will take my leave. I am going to go ride Starsong now.” Rhagerys looked towards his father. Daemon turned even more from him. Rhagerys bowed his head and left the room. Defeated.

<Rhagerys was taught to always bow his head to Daemon when either one enters a room or leaves a room.>

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<Scene: Rhagerys is the library. Daemon makes his move>

Rhagerys quickly whipped his head back around. His father was right behind him, pretending to look for a book. He was mere inches from him. To the point where he was boxing Rhagerys into the bookshelf. He had two options, ask his father to move or stand up and knock him out of the way. Rhagerys refused to speak to his father, so there was only one thing he could do. If he stood up quickly maybe he would knock his father back or even better to the floor. Rhagerys was frustrated enough that he felt his father deserved the second. Instead, Rhagerys slinked to his left and half crawled half side stepped to get away from his father.

Daemon looked down at his son. What he was witnessing was not something he thought he would ever see. His, over six foot tall, son was practically on the floor, hunched down and crawling away from him. Daemon's eyes followed Rhagerys as he got far enough away to where he could stand to his full height. After Rhagerys had done so, he quickly rushed off to the other side of the bookshelf. It took everything in Daemon to not laugh loudly at just how pathetic his son was being.

Rhagerys made his way to the other side of the bookshelf and let out a frustrated sigh. He knew his father did that on purpose. He wanted to confront him so badly but he knew that was what his father wanted. Instead, Rhagerys went back to looking for a book. He browsed the titles and just was not finding anything. He, begrudgingly, decided on the fishing book. Rhagerys went back to where the book was, to where his father was still standing. He decided to press on. He was not going to cower anymore.

Daemon saw Rhagerys coming towards him. He was expecting his son to say some hollow words meant to be harsh. But instead of confronting him, Rhagerys went right beside him and reached for a book. Daemon had to turn his head so Rhagerys would not see the eye roll and sarcastic smile. He was about to move closer into Rhagerys’s space but something moving in the hallway caught his eye.

“Jace!”

Rhagerys slightly jumped at hearing his father call out. He just as quickly drew in on himself at hearing who his father was calling for. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Jace entered the room.

“Daemon.” Jace acknowledged.

The two stepbrothers made quick eye contact then averted their eyes from one another.

“Jace, just the person I wanted to see.” Daemon laid the lie on thick. He walked away from the bookshelf

Rhagerys narrowed his eyes at hearing that.

“Really?”

Rhagerys could hear the utter surprise in Jace’s voice. He knew his father never wanted to see Jace. They were cordial to one another at the most. Rhagerys tilted his head to where he could just see the interaction between stepfather and stepson.

Daemon gave a little scoff. “Of course,” Daemon clasped a hand upon Jace’s shoulder. “I was about to ride Caraxes, get out of the castle for a little while. Would you like to join me on Vermax?”

Rhagerys dropped the book he had in his hand. It hit the floor with a thud. He looked over to where Jace and his father stood.

Jace stared back at his stepbrother. Almost too scared to answer. “What about Rh-” Jace began.

Daemon removed his hand from Jace’s shoulder. “If you do not want to I will be on my way.” Daemon pressed cutting Jace off. He started to nonchalantly make his way out of the room.

“No!” Jace gestured for Daemon not to move. “I’ll go. Let me change into my riding clothes.” Jace was practically vibrating with excitement at the chance to be able to fly with Daemon on dragonback.

Daemon He looked towards where Rhagerys had stood silently. “I will be waiting.” He smirked.

Rhagerys’s eyes connected with his father’s. He saw the absolute smugness in them. The absolute confidence on his father’s face. Daemon was challenging him to do something. Anything. Rhagerys turned his head from the two. He took a sharp breath in as he bit the inside of his cheek. Hard. He could feel tears prick the corner of his eyes. He did not know why this is what upset him. Over the past six days, all that he went through, this is what broke him. Rhagerys did not care about books anymore. He turned towards the door and desperately wanted to make his escape.

Jace flinched as Rhagerys walked by him. On some level he was afraid that Rhagerys would have taken a swing at him as he left. He relaxed just as quickly when Rhagerys didn’t even acknowledge him.

Daemon watched calmly as Rhagerys made a hasty exit. He had a beyond cocky look on his face. To Dameon, what just happened needed to be done to make Rhagerys crumble. Now, Daemon just had to come back from the dragon riding and confront Rhagerys in his chambers. Let his son apologize for the past six days of the nonsense that went on.

Author's Note: By this time Jace had been beaten up by Rhagerys at least two times. So, he knows what his stepbrother is capable of when angered. And that’s where I’ll leave it. This is honestly one of my favorite snippets/chapters that I have wrote. It helped me really get into Rhagerys and Daemon’s psyches and how unhealthy they are when it comes to the other.

[oneroomjestershow]

Haii!! Rlly hope you're doing okay! Just wanted you to know I really admire and appreciate you and your artworks and I loove seeing stuff abt your ocs and I loved doing interactions with Eli and hope we can do more in the future maybeheheheh👉🏻👈🏻

I think you're a really nice and amazing person and hope you're able to achieve your goals!! take care silly!! ^^

*gives u hugs and strawberry candies for good luck* 🫂🫂🫂

stroberiiiii,,.,.

and I appreciate YOU!!! im sure your support and comments have made a lot of creators happy and motivated to keep drawing or posting..myself included

imreally grateful for your presence here and your support aaaaaaa

just you wait until i get my energy and joy and whimsy back (i’ve been kind of stressed and my mind kind of weird) i want to do more oc interactions too aaa its so fun but i haven’t been able to think about them that much these weeks

🫂 (i didn't know if Aiko liked hugs i thought maybe if she doesn't like her body breaking she would be carefull about them so the hug kind of looks awkward because of that KAJSHDKJASDJ)

youu know when i was reading the message i teared up a little (iwas kind of stressed inthe moment so i was happy to read it) and i couldn't see well because of the tears so i read candies as candles and i was like wait what i make a ritual with these and drew that but then i read it again just now and it's candies 😭😭😭 but i found it funny so im still putting this in

omnomnom thank youuu<3

[inkspottie]

I love your works and have been reading them since chapter 1 of Vicissitude. Do you plan to return to it in the future after Confluence and iron out any grammar or flow errors? No judging or anything of the sorts. Just result of lovely author posting in the middle of night.

Probably ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[undead-moth]

I know I’m being a hater and this is a 100% harmless thing that’s just a pet peeve of mine but truly one of the most annoying brands of post is “I don’t care about writing, grammar or punctuation rules. I do what I want!” And then the examples they give are. Completely in line with grammar/punctuation/writing conventions. And it’s like oh ok. You don’t even know what these rules are but you’ve decided you’re against them even as you follow them without knowing it. You are the writing equivalent of people who think Taylor Swift is punk just so you know.

[reji-z]

Alright, finally I was able to write something after a long time of a writers block, also this is the first time I upload my stuff to tumblr so yeagh.

For a little of context this is in the spirit's eve of the second year.

It's also up on Ao3 here

First night

The meet-up at the saloon after the spirit’s eve festival is your favorite part of the holiday, everyone is in a good mood, belly full of Gus’s food and some are even slightly drunk already, some as in Shane and you.

You started getting closer to him this past month mostly because of your regular stops at Marnie’s ranch regarding your animals, although it’s hard to say if at some point they were more for catching up with Shane than anything else.

In the beginning it was just about the chickens and whatnot, but eventually you started to talk more, about other stuff, hanging out once or twice and just getting to know each other, and the more you knew him there was this weird feeling about him swelling up deep inside you, a feeling you were trying to hold back as much as you could.

But none of that matters right now, you are sitting next to him at the bar with a couple of empty glasses between you, in silence, just enjoying each other's company.

“So… today was fun, spending it with you, I mean” You break the silence, looking at your finger as you trace it on the rim of your empty glass and rest your head on your free hand “I … kinda have to go now, it’s getting late and i have to get up early tomorrow you know”

Shane turns his head at you way too fast, almost as if your words activated a directive on him “Can I go with you” As soon as the words leave his mouth he realizes what he just said and turns his head away, looking in front of him, at the shelves filled with bottles “I-I mean, if you want to… ”

Was the blush on his cheeks from embarrassment of asking if he could walk with you or just because the saloon was warm from all the people in it, probably the second one, right?

“Uuhhhh… Yeah, why not” you try to not make it obvious that the idea of walking with him late at night excites you, but it feels like your tone betrays you, and if he was more sober, he probably would have noticed.

It takes a while of sitting in silence before any of you finally gets up to actually get out of the establishment, he did first, and you followed him behind only standing by his side once you were both outside.

“So, your place first?, since it’s closer” You ask while turning your head to look at him.

“Sure” He turns to look at you too, and you can’t help but to stare at him, those weirdly charming green eyes draw you in, sitting above eye bags that seem to be permanently glued to him and below some of the prettiest eyebrows you’ve ever seen, and the way the light of the saloon windows lights up his whole face is close to divine, of course he noticed you were staring, and lifted his right eyebrow curiously, breaking you out of your trance and making you whip your head away, feeling your cheeks warm up as soon as he lets out a chuckle “Let’s go”

It was nice, really nice, not only because of the pleasing night breeze, nor the euphoria of the alcohol, but also because of him, walking by your side, it just made you feel happy, somehow, for some reason, a reason that honestly you didn’t want to get into right now.

It… was a short walk, way shorter than you expected, or wanted, now both of you under the ranch’s doorway, lingering, looking at each other, hoping to make these few seconds last an eternity, hoping to burn them in your mind to be able to recall them late at night, hugging a pillow on your bed that felt a little bit too big and too lonely for just one person.

At least that was your reason to stay there, leaving you wondering about why he was still there, why isn’t he turning the doorknob and entering his home to call it a night, why is he also looking at you, into your eyes, maybe he is also—no, that’s a dumb idea, he’s not into you like that, you guys are just friends and—

“Uuhhmm…. do you want to hang out a while more?” What? “I mean, if it’s not too late for you” What? “We can go to the pond right here or something” WHAT? Why is he asking to spend more time with you, and why does he sound nervous, and is he blushing? “Actually never mind, forget I said anything” shit, you are taking too long to answer and he’s backing up, it’s now or never.

“NonoIwanttodothat” shit, too eager.

He smiles, he doesn’t do that a lot, especially if it’s for other people, his smile gets bigger, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sooooo, to the pond it is” he says while still keeping eye contact.

“Actually I know a place” Do you?... Oh yeah you do “It’s this small part of the forest with a pond that’s hidden away, it’s pretty nice” 

“Really? That sounds perfect, lead the way” another smile, you can feel your insides stirring around from the mere fact of him smiling because of you, wait, perfect? Why would he say that? No time to think about that though, he said yes, and soon enough you were walking to the secret woods, trying to not make too much noise, as if worrying about the critters noticing you.

Once you reached the path leading to the pond (and certain primate statue that you forgot to tell Shane about) you heard him gasp.

“Wow… I’m surprised I didn’t know about this place” He says while looking around.

“Nah, not really, it used to be blocked by this huge log of hardwood”

“And you cleared the path yourself?” 

“Y–yeah” for some reason it’s kinda embarrassing to admit that, you don’t really know why

“Heh, you must be pretty strong then” huh? Is he… flirting? Probably not, ignore it.

It didn’t really matter that you didn’t answer, you were already standing in the entryway to the clearing, not really being able to see much in the dark.

“Wait here” you said before walking towards the torches you’ve left around the pond to light them up and returning to his side “So? What do you think”

The torches themselves reflected on the clear waters of the pond, the images flickering from time to time thanks to the movement of the fishes below, their light shining into it and making a faint glow all along the shore, and in turn, reflecting into Shane’s eyes, making their color shine brightly, pairing well with the greenery around you.

He turns around to look at you, his eyes still glistening, open more than usual “It’s really pretty” your heart skips a beat once again, you feel your cheeks start to burn up, he’s got to be flirting, right?

“I-I know right” you start walking towards the east side of the pond, hoping he didn’t notice your reaction “Come, let’s sit”

He followed behind you and placed himself to your left, as you lowered to start untying your shoes you hear him let out a scream and jump in place.

“FUCK! What IS that!” he points to your right, into the dark, and you don’t even have to look to know what he saw to start laughing at him, making him turn his head to you with a puzzled face “Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry…” It’s hard to stop the giggles to form a sentence “…It’s just an old statue of a monkey, i forgot to tell you about it”

He drops his arm and relaxes, lowering to untie his own shoes “God, it scared the shit out of me”

Now both of you had your feet inside the pond, swaying them back and forth, sitting next to each other, your hands so close together yet not touching, keeping just enough distance to not make things too awkward.

“So, what’s that statue doing here?” He asks while looking at the woodskips swim circles in the middle of the pond.

“No idea, it has a plate saying something about a search for something sweet” now you are looking in the direction of the statue, just barely being able to make out its shape, no wonder he got scared, it really looks like a monster from here.

“Huh” It’s all he says back, now both of you fall silent again, still the nice kind of silence, the one where the mere fact of you sharing this moment encompass any words anyone might be able to muster, the kind of silence you didn’t realize you were yearning for, the kind of silence that feels just right. “You know…” he breaks it, making you turn your head to him “… It used to be boring around here…” now he’s looking at you “…but you managed to change that”

“Y-yeah, well, I kinda need a change from my old life and…” now his fingertips are touching yours “…t-the whole farm in a small town seemed like that change”

His fingers are getting closer and closer to yours, getting on top of them, moving around playfully and so are yours, sort of intertwining them in a dance without rhythm, it feels nice.

Once again you find yourself staring at his eyes, and by god they looked even better now, you feel like you could just stare at them all day, stare at him all day, his eyes, his eyebrows, his hair, his nose, his cheeks, his… lips, at this point it was pretty much clear that you liked him, there’s no point in trying to shove down those feelings anymore, at least not now, not when his hand is on top of yours, his eyes fixated into yours, his whole body turning to face you as his left hand raised to hold your cheek.

Wait, you quickly glance at his hand with your eyes and then back at him, he’s still looking at you, and gives you a little smile, what is going on, weren’t you supposed to just hang out, what happened, when did this happened, how did it happened, does he really like you as well? If he didn’t then why would he be—

Your train of thought ends the instant his lips meet yours, you didn’t even notice him getting closer, fuck it, it feels nice, you close your eyes to properly enjoy it, his lips are soft, more than you’d expect from someone that is always drinking at least, they are also warm, sharing their heat with you, spreading it trough your whole body and converging in your chest, warming up a body you didn’t even notice was cold.

It really couldn’t get better than this right?, the guy you like kissing you in a secluded spot in the forest away from prying eyes and only both of you to bear witness to a thousand years old demonstration of one’s affection for someone else, wrong, it could get better, and it did when you felt his tongue poking at your lips, asking for permission to explore further, to feel more of you, and who are you to deny such kind request.

His tongue was slow, careful, maybe he was nervous, how couldn’t he, he’s been making all the moves since the beginning and you just can’t have that now, can you? So you took the lead this time, pushing your tongue into his to make it retreat into his own mouth to let you move around, faster, more aggressive, more needy, as if you’ve been craving for this since the very first time you arrived in town, which you may or may not have.

Your tongues were not the only thing moving around, you feel his right hand move from on top of yours to land at your knee, slowly moving up, gripping your leg at times, making you get more into the kiss, but this feels a little bit too much, too far, especially when he reaches your thigh and gets dangerously close to your crotch, a feeling that makes you break the kiss abruptly and lean back, both of your eyes opening as soon as the contact breaks, and what you see is Shane with a worried expression in his face, an expression that makes your heart sink, you hate that look on him and you hate even more that it’s because of you.

“I–I…” you finally open your mouth to say something “…sorry, It’s just–too much”

“Shit, sorry…” he looks so guilty “…of course I would go and ruin things right? God I’m so stupid”

“Nonono, It’s…” the words seem to be harder to come up with now, the whole build up of the feelings and alcohol catching up with you “…I like it, but not right now, not here” it kills you to say no but you really don’t want that “It’s fine, really”

You move closer to him, making him look in front of him once again so you can lean on him, your head falling slightly on top of his, trying to really show him that it’s okay and you are not mad.

He sighs, leaning more into you and, once again, sharing each other's heat, your bodies taking part of this give and take of energy.

“I guess we feel the same way then” you whisper, not looking at him.

He chuckles “I hope so, it would be really awkward if we didn’t” his comment making you chuckle too, this guy, you swear to god, but that managed to ease the mood, now both of you reveling in the comfort of knowing that your feelings were reciprocated.

But alas, no matter how sweet new love may be, it is still not sweet enough for a certain someone in a quest that didn’t seem to be any closer to end.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

nothing interesting here it's the exact same scene i just like seeing it

[theflyingfeeling]

writing this to let y'all know I got home safely from the S & M Experience and that it was much funny very entertainment, and also to publicly shame Samy for apparently thinking up until the other day that 'calf' and 'cow' are different animals <3

[piduai]

он силён я знаю

[encrucijada]

best & worst of 2023 review incoming on my substack i just gotta finish off the "worst" review