#is this an intro… or a drabble…

[vultursvolans]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu | home for christmas (fic) | moodboards

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ chronicle #1 : routine ♡

wc : 2544

somehow, you’ve gotten used to living with the dragon man.

the man, you later found out his name is bakugou (after some prying, the guy’s annoyingly stubborn) had been living with you for about three weeks now and has seemingly started warming up to you, you say seemingly because you’re still not so sure.

he adapts to the human lifestyle quite quickly. he ditched his tattered old clothes and you've offered him your biggest set of clothes for the time being until you’d go out shopping some other day.

you have to admit it’s entertaining to watch him interact with your household items, like your utensils, glasses, books and plants, even if they are fake.

he likes watching tv but acts like he doesn’t, claiming that human entertainment was beneath him. but you catch how he always seems to be laser focused on the tv whenever you have some kind of drama tv show on, despite him saying he’s only watching ‘to kill time.’ he’s gotten used to technology rather quickly though. he likes listening to music and choosing songs when you connect your phone to your little bluetooth speaker.

you also note he likes cooking, or he likes watching you cook. you wouldn’t have guessed by the way he pointedly glares at you but you notice he’s less focused on you than he is on the food your making. you’ve let him try using the knife more lately when you were sure he wouldn’t use it to kill you in your sleep. he’s good at cutting stuff up, (maybe from experience?) and you were pleasantly surprised to see he was actually a really good cook. pleasantly surprised, definitely not a little jealous of his ability to watch one cooking show and replicate the dish perfectly. not at all.

in a way, it’s like having a roommate..that just so happens to be a dragon.

except it’s not because he acts more like a big cat rather than a roommate or a fearsome dragon.

for some reason he’s decided to make his stay- until-he’s-fully-healed-deal insufferable for you.

he nabs your food from your plate whenever you order takeout, despite you letting him pick out what he wants from the menu every time. he growls and nips at your fingers whenever you try and reach back for your food and he snarls at you whenever you try to take your food away from his grubby grasp.

he still sticks to calling you human despite you having told him your name multiple times, all he does is stick his nose up and scoff at you. he’s also, despite his rather large presence and size, really good at sneaking around. meaning he sneaks up on you regularly and scares you shitless. he likes to pretend you’re overdramatic too, calling you a scaredy-cat for getting startled so easily though he makes no effort to hide that shit eating grin on his face whenever he’s spooked you.

he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of having job, making fun if you for 'submitting to another puny human'. you’ve tried to explain how the puny human in question is the reason you get payed and the reason he gets to eat that yakiniku he seems to love. he merely scoffs and claims he would’ve just beat the shit outta your boss. "have him know his place."

you find out through light coaxing that bakugou is a dragon shifter, they posses human forms but have the blood of great, ancient dragons coursing through their veins, is what he says. they seem quite incredible from what he’s told you and he himself seems pretty damn proud of his heritage. they age the same way humans do but their strength, stamina and quite literally everything else surpasses them greatly.

you were curious, how could you not be when a dragon man was in your house with answers to all of the fantasy questions you’d accepted would never be answered forever ago?! you ask and ask and bakugou answers, some of your questions have him scoffing offendedly ( like you asking if he uses his fire breathing as a barbecue tool, the answer is unfortunately no) some questions have him snorting and smirking to himself and some questions take a little while of thinking before he provides an answer. you notice his long, scaly red tail raises upwards the slightest little bit when you hum excitedly whenever he answers your questions, as much as he huffs about them. you decide not to comment on it.

“ what about your parents ? are they dragon shifters too ?" he stiffens at your question and you feel the vibe has changed from the one before, you don’t like it.

he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow a little harder, you’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to divulge private information about himself but then he speaks up and claims it’s none of your business.

he’s right, it really isn’t, but you foolishly believed you’d get to know each other a bit better. you know you don’t technically need to, but you thought— you don’t really know what you thought. all you can say is that as annoying as he is, you can’t deny your intrigue of this man.

you decide to blame it on the fact that he’s a dragon for now and leave it at that.

you have more you want to ask him, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about this subject anymore. you don’t want the conversation to end yet.

and then you remember.

“hey !” you suddenly start, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you “ how exactly did you end up blasting through my wall ? you were injured too, i never asked you about it, must’ve slipped my mind.” when he registers your question, it has him tightening his jaw in anger. fists clenched and veins popping “that fuckin’ bastard..” he growls.

“who ?”

he regains as much of his composure as he can but he still looks very pissed off.

“nothin’. it doesn’t matter.” he shrugs, looking away from you before deciding to step off your kitchen chair to flop onto the couch unceremoniously.

“wha- the reason you blasted through my wall doesn’t matter?!” you splutter, staring at him dumbfounded but he either doesn’t see you or doesn’t pay you any mind. he’s already scrolling through channels on your tv and replies with a simple “nope”.

and just like that, the conversation ends.

lately though, you’ve established somewhat of a routine with the dragon man.

he seems to enjoy binge watching tv shows rather than watching movies, you realized he was hooked on your favorite show when he growled and threatened you when you turned it off to head to bed. you didn’t mind watching your favorite show for the 50000th time and it’s always nice to see other people’s —dragons, in this case—reactions to your favorite moments.

despite his bravado, he’s ridiculously expressive. he glares and growls and groans whenever characters do something he deems stupid. he doesn’t say much when romantic moments happen, but he huffs proudly, almost like everything went according to his plan. frankly, you found it quite cute.

every time you come back from work, you chow down on some take out and watch your favorite show toghether, mixed with bakugou occasionally commenting every once in a while.

today though, you're back late.

today had been more grueling than usually, work seemed to drag on longer and it seemed that the clock in your office was frozen or broken. that, or you were stuck in some type of time vortex.

it's about 10pm when you step foot into your apartment. you instantly feel more at ease, it's warm and you smell the donburi leftovers that were confined to the fridge yesterday. you blink, then look up at your dragon roommate.

his head is perked up, the tip of his tail standing at attention, his eyes narrow into slits when he sees it's you and his shoulders sag. he huffs and a barely there pout forms on his lips.

"you're late." he grumbles. he takes another fierce bite of his donburi and shoves it in his mouth, as if to simulate biting you for the irreperable act you've commited. you hold back a snort at how ridiculous he looks trying to be intimidating with his cheeks all puffed out.

"yeah, sorry" you sigh "work ran till late" you kick off your shoes and you hear him scoffs, muttering something along the lines of why you don't just have your boss burnt to a crisp. "don't talk with your mouth full" you joke. you scold him like he's a child and he responds like one when he simply growls at you.

you're opening the frigde to grab your portion when he beats you to it " 'ts in the microwave ! " he calls loud enough for you to hear. and sure enough, you find you're bowl in the microwave waiting for you, you'd have to heat it up a bit, but not as long. you smile to yourself and turn to him, he glances at you then pointedly looks away, scoffing to himself. you're too far away to see how his ears prickle and burn as they turn a light shade of pink.

you plop yourself down next to him on the couch, food in hand,and start eating. bakugou jumps into motion. he snatches the remote without even giving you a chance to glance at it and switches to netflix like he's been living here forever. you find you don't really mind that, for some reason.

he mutters a "fuckin' finally" when he hears the iconic 'du-duummm" and the show starts where you left off yesterday. this is the episode you left off on yesterday. then it clicks.

you blink at him " you haven't watched episode 15 yet ?" you questioned. he rolls his eyes like you had asked him a stupid question "course not..." he sniffs. he wants to cut himself off but decides against it "you weren't back yet." his eyes are fixed to the tv.

you feel yourself flush involuntarily, it's such a miniscule, frankly stupid thing to be embarrassed about but you've learned to not take the dragon man's kindness (if you can call it that most of the time) for granted.

"oh" you gasp, he refuses to look at you. your eyes dart from him to the tv then back to him, and back to the tv to hide your embarrassement.

"you could've started without me, i wouldn't have minded." you whisper bashfully, you're quiet over the sound of the tv, but you know he hears you cus he scoffs at you.

"shut up." he grunts, his arm flexes where he has it draped on the back of your couch as he shuffles to sit more comfortably. " i can't do that." then, as if trying to save face, he splutters "you'd get all pissy about it..it's annoyin'".

"i wouldn't have gotten 'pissy' " you mocked hotly.

"ya did when i blasted your wall."

"that's because you blasted my wall ! "

"tch."

your banter ends there as you both quietly watch the show, you let out a few yawns and rub at your eyes, trying your hardest to fight off sleep but you feel like your losing. until bakugou speaks up again.

"you..." he starts. you lazily roll your head back from where it's propped up on the couch to blink at him sleepily, he meets your eye for a moment, only for a moment, then looks out towars your balcony window. you hum to try and coax him to continue speaking.

"you..wanted to know about my folks, right ?" he asks gruffly.

you're using the last of the strenght your sleep-riddled body has to sit up a little straighter and nod quickly, eyes slightly wider. he looks at you for a moment longer than before. a beat passes and neither of you say anything, finally he sighs for the umpteenth time today and speaks up.

“my ma’s a shifter, my old man’s a human." he confesses. you’re eyes widen, you sit up straighter “woah really ?!" you bleated. he grunts in response.

" wow, so you’re half human..?"

“all of us are, shitty human.”

" cut that out, i’ve told you my name a thousand times !"

he simply rolls his eyes at you.

"you're a human, a shitty one at that, that's all i need to know about you." he smirks when you lay down onto the couch just to kick him in the shoulder. he smiles wickedly and grabs your leg, shoving it back towards your torso. you yelp, kicking your other leg up but he's faster. he's got you in his grasp, like a hunter catching its prey. his sharp teeth on display with that nasty little grin he has on his stupidly handsome face, a mischievious glint shines in his eyes and it has your stomach tying itself into knots.

"c-cut it !" you whinge. he smiles wider at your complaints, leaning over you a little bit more until your socked feet are pressed to his chest, you try to push at him, but you stop when you feel like you'll damn near break your legs trying to cause any damage to that huge chiseled chest of his, your head spins. you resort to trying to push at him with your hands, but it feels like you're trying to push a fucking wall at this rate.

"you started it, shitty human" he cackles, pressing against you harder "gotta pay for it, now."

"y-you'll crush me, you b-big lizard !" you wheeze.

"big lizard, huh?" he guffaws, smirking down at you "got some guts talkin to me like that, human."

despite rapidly losing your breath, you find the strenght to glare up at him, puffing out your cheeks. he snickers and finally relents, pushing himself away so you can finally breathe "fine, fine" he concedes "you prey animals are all so weak, barely touched you and you almost died"

"you-!" you sit up quickly, sputtering as you catch your breath "you just tried to kill me ! how's that barely touching me?!" you shot. he simply rolls his eyes at you and you think this is the longest you've seen him with a smile on his face, albeit at the expense of your poor lungs.

" relax." he answers easily, you feel like strangling him "wasn't trying to kill ya," a dangerously mischievious glint glows in his deep carmine eyes again when he looks at you " if i was, you'd know." you can't help the chill running down your spine, you mask it with a cough and turn away from him to continue watching your neglected show, turning your nose up at him. you hear his deep chuckle in response, you want to punch him.

but there's a part of you that can't help but feel a little giddy, you've learned a little more about your dragon...co-habitant. even if it's just a little bit, you feel like he's opening up to you more, very, very slowly but surely. you smile softly to yourself.

somehow, you've gotten used to living with bakugou.

[sweetiechenle]

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[yanaleese]

Meet Eunsung, your new Yandere boyfriend!

“Our glorious, heavenly idol, Eunsung was born from the beautiful seas of Jeju Island, Korea. Although he has no siblings on this piteous Earth, Eunsung is without a doubt - a pure being raised in the Yellow Sea. And with such beauty and talent, our Eunsung has reached the pinnacle of the world through hard-work and connections. As his colleagues, we are ever so proud of him! Forever and always.”

“And while we do wish his parents were here to see him, we hope that as our fans that you will give him your love, commitment - and your undying attention; just like they would.”

“So please, let us present our star of the show, Eunsung Sang-Cheo!!!”

With that announcement, his co-stars, U-Jin and Dak-Ho strolled on stage, before the ultimate idol bounced up with joy, beginning the show with his signature wink.

“Let’s dance together, Darling! <3”

And with that, you (and thousand others) screamed, cheered, and even cried as his theme song “Me and My Goddess” started playing. You could practically feel your heart thumping out of your chest, your heartstrings tugging with adrenaline as he reached the climax. And yet, as he continued minutes - no, hours at a time - you felt drained, tired…and sad? 

No, you couldn’t be this tired. You made sure to sleep early last night, kept yourself well-fed, and even did a little diet and exercise to keep your energy up. So..what exactly were these suffocating emotions coming from?

Sighing out of frustration, you tapped your boss’s shoulder.

“Kana. I think I’m out of it.”

“Again?!?” She cried out, her hands stuffed with merchandise compiled of the three idols. Each merchandise was filled with signatures, clearly a sign of her unwavering dedication and commitment to the cause. Compared to Kana, you were a casual fan swimming in the dark, bellowing ocean of “The Fandom”.

No wonder she was the Head of the Official Coralis Fanclub in the US.

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N)!!! Can you gimme, like, 100 more minutes?” Her tall, slightly chubby figure tilted over the other fans, trying to get the perfect camera angle. Her eyes were practically fixated to the stage, as if she was glued to it. “I just need…”

“Please? I really need a break.” Whilst you loved your boss, it was impossible for her to get out of her “fangirl” phase. “I’ll even leave you alone-”

“Unless I give you a backstage pass, right?” For once, she finally looked at you; but it wasn’t out of the kindness of her heart. 

It was betrayal.

“I heard it from my girls. You’re desperate to be seen.” 

You lowered your head, ashamed. 

“...And I like what I see.”

Immediately, you shot a confused glance. “...What?”

“What? What?” She mocked, as if she was a parrot. “I’ll tell you what. The next time you come back, I’ll promote your rank, give you free benefits and more!” She exclaimed, suddenly very pleased with herself. “But you owe me, dear (Y/N).”

Where the hell was this coming from? “I’ve already given you enough of my time with the meetings. I’ve recited every pledge, every word-”

“Choose.” Kana wagged the keycard in front of your face, now glancing back on the main stage. “Get your ‘break’ or miss out on the fun - again.”

Sulking, you obviously chose your break, knowing that your action very well will have consequences.

And with that, you quickly scurried off, searching for the nearest exit. 

Clearly, you weren’t getting paid enough for this shit.

-<>- 

Grabbing some more drinks and, food (mostly for Kana), you headed downstairs to finally meet your #1 idol. That way, he of all people, would cheer you up before Kana came down. After all, she was the only translator that could help both you and Eunsung communicate. 

Staring at the backstage pass, you tried to read what you could in Korean. But with no proper experience, you were helpless without your boss. So, you tried assigning the symbols with the symbols on the door.

“I guess…this is it?” You gulped, looking at the machine on your right. 

You remembered the forums saying that accessing the backstage rooms were difficult to access, depending on your rank. One of them said a friend of theirs could only use the card once due to how low they were in the food chain. You hoped Kana was at least a 3-star member.

Bubbling with anxiousness, you placed the keycard on the keycard reader. A beep emitted in response. “Good luck, me.”

Placing a hand on your chest, you walked in to find yourself…

…In the idols’ dresser…?

“...Fuck, fuck, fuck…this might not be it.” You turned towards the automatic door, gripping the doorknob. “I need to leave-”

Suddenly, the door swung open, barely giving both you and the idol time to react - causing you and him to crash to the ground.

“Oh my GOD!!! I am. SO sorry-”

Eunsung didn’t even give you time to apologize, as he slammed the door behind the both of you.

“오, 아니! 오, 아니, 아니, 아니, 위험해! 내가 뭐야 — ”

Confused, you tried to say I’m sorry in Korean. “Joesonghabnida!”

“That’s okay, that’s okay.” He said breathlessly, staring at you with worry. In an attempt to calm himself down, he bit his fingernails. He had to tell you what to do to avoid getting caught. “Uhm. I-”

He ran towards the closet, taking the clothes out one by one. He couldn’t care where he threw them, as long as he gave you a hiding spot.

Pointing towards the closet, he spoke as slow and alarming as he could for you to understand.  “제발. 여기 숨어.” He clasped his hands together constantly. “제발, 제발, 제발, 제발!”

Taking the sign, you nodded. Even though you were confused, clearly him pleading was for the safety of himself, or you. Regardless, clearly it was something urgent.

Good thing your Duolingo classes definitely came in handy. 

As you hid yourself in the closet, Eunsung removed his current outfit as best as he could. You noticed that he constantly looked back at the door in hopes of saving face. And as you watched him (by using the closet’s gap), you noticed that his personality had drastically changed. His eyes no longer showed confidence, his hair was slightly unkempt, and he began to stutter and quiver. But maybe it was because of the fans, or someone else.

And speak of the devil, that someone came in. Someone that clearly replaced your bright idol with a lookalike.

“또 한 번 뛰어난 활약을 펼친 은성 선수. 어머니가 열심히 지켜보셨고, 오늘 네 발전이 자랑스럽구나. 잘했다.”

The voice was similar to a young male. It was distinct and clear enough that it couldn’t have been U-Jin, nor Dak-Ho. So who was this guy?

The idol lowered his head, as if bowing to them. “멤버들, 특히 리더인 여러분들의 지원이 없었다면 불가능했을 것입니다. 어머니의 행복이 여러분의 행복이 되길 바랍니다.”

They came closer, their fingers caressing his face gently. Almost every finger was either littered with rings, or tattoos. This guy was screaming bad news. 

“네, 저도 그러길 바랍니다. 그런데... 왜 이렇게 난리야, 은성아? 평소엔 그렇게 까탈스럽지 않던데…” He crouched to the ground, disgusted. “...난폭하지도 않고”

“팬들과 카메라, 특히 엄마를 위해 최선을 다하고 싶었어요.”

I’m pretty sure Eunsung said ‘camera’...hmm…

“대단하네요! 하지만 너무 오래 걸리지는 마세요, 알았죠?” This time, the man returned to his original stance, plastering a fake smile. He even tugged at Eunsung’s cheeks, which almost made you squeal - if not for the bizarre situation you were in right now. 

“네, 선생님.” Eunsung uttered; there was no life in it.

Sir? You pondered. I mean, maybe it’s his loan shark? Or manager?

“다른 사람들이 당신이 바람을 피운다고 생각하게 하고 싶지 않아요…” The ‘manager’ titled his head towards the closet. “...그렇죠?”

Eunsung nodded once, his response quick and forward. Meanwhile you were scared and confused. But then the thought dawned on you: The idol industry isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

Sometimes, even the brightest idol in the world dims in comparison to the evils of this world.

As the strange man closed the door, Eunsung carefully went over to you; his footsteps shaking. 

“Please…come out…”

Without hesitation, you stepped out of the closet, staring at those beautiful eyes of his. The idol’s eyes began to twinkle, as tears started to form around his eyes.

“I’m sorry-”

Suddenly, your arms wrapped around his, holding him tightly.

“No; I’m sorry. That was so terrifying for you.” As you held his shoulders, you could feel Eunsung tense up - causing you to snap out of your trance.

“Oh shit! I am so sorry! I should’ve-”

“Good…” He mumbled, blushing a tiny bit. “You’re good.”

“Ah…I…I see…”

Humming nervously in response, he pointed his finger. “You leave…now?”

“Oh right! Once again, I am so sorry for hugging you, Eunsung.” You made sure to use body language to make your point clearer. Internally, you tried not to die from embarrassment. 

“It’s ok. Thank you.”

He flashed his cute smile, sending you to Eunsung Heaven. So adorable!!!

“No problem! Take care, Eunsung.” You head to the door, whispering. “See you soon!”

Closing the door with a click, the idol sighed in relief; he prayed to his mom that he wouldn’t anger his boss again. Or rather, for the entire week. He’d rather deal with lengthy world tours than to see another fan getting murdered again.

Searching his small pockets, he popped in his blue candy, trying to relax. 

“I hope they’re doing okay…” Eunsung murmured under his breath in Korean.

As heaved another sigh, another thought came to his mind.

“If anything…I hope I get to meet them again…”

“...on another day…”

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Thank you for reading! I understand there wasn't much Yandere-ness in this intro. But over time, you will see it crack through the asks and my art in the near future.

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Cult of the sacrificial lamb ♡

a/n: there is no actual lamb cult, I just like the title 😭 nsfw, mentioning their cock and titty sizes lmao

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★poka and juniper the Valais black nose's: the twins are inseparable. You need to bathe one but it's not the other's bath time yet? Suck it up then, 'cause they're both going in the tub now. No guarantee you won't get splashed with water. Poka is colorblind, and juniper is.. interesting. Who knows what's wrong her. The only way you can tell the difference between them is through their eyes. Who's blind and who isn't.

Physical appearance: they're both dark skinned with loosely curly black hair. At this point you should give them a haircut. Juniper has green eyes and poka has blue eyes. Juniper is 130 lbs, while poka is 120 lbs. (Juni's packing some pretty big milkers, DD cup bra. Poka got a 6 incher) 5'5

★violet the harri: violet is a little violent. Her name suits her. Kinda. You could be busy doing your chores and she'd tackle whoever decided to come within a 15 foot radius of your location. She likes to bite too, they out multiple muzzles on her only for her to chew through them. She's only ever docile with you, kinda. Just ignore the multiple bite marks around your arms.

Physical appearance: B cup, 140lbs, white long hair, pale as fuck, and violet eyes, 5'3

★azucar the Columbia sheep: I was hesitant to put azucar here since she's 17, legally a minor. I won't do any nsfw content with her because it makes me uncomfy. She can be the sweetest hybrid you ever met or the meanest. No in-between. Her moods flip like a light switch, unpredictable. She'll cuss you out in Spanish and then t-bag you. Talk about a hormonal teenager

Physical appearance: c cup, 137 lbs, curly white hair, pale skin, black eyes, 5'4

★wehrner the American black belly: he has daddy vibes, like he could bend you over his knee and spank your ass because you didn't address him as 'sir'. Bastard. You often catch him shamelessly fapping behind a tree in the fields, even when you freeze and stare at his impressive dick he doesn't stop, instead, inviting you to join him. And that's the story of how he got the cone of shame.

Appearance: 8 incher, 150 lbs, 5'7, long black and brown hair, grey eyes, peach skin, large horns curled around his ears

★Sally the angora goat: 'it's earthworm Sally! Carrying diseases from Florida to Cali!' That is her theme song fr. She's been fooling around with the neighboring farm's ram's so much you doubt she isn't carrying a couple STDs and maybe rabies too. Although she is very bubbly and cheerful, she just starts so much unnecessary drama with the other animals

Appearance: curly long white hair, pale skin, red eyes, D cup, 120 lbs, 5'6

★opal the Tennessee fainting goat: she's so tiny, and mean. She bit your ass and chest so many times you're always looking around your surroundings before entering the fields. Although recently you discovered a rather popular way to stun her and run away

Appearance: black straight hair (I bet she has split ends), peach colored skin, tiny horns on her head, 90 lbs, 4'10, A cup

★sasha the Australian cashmere goat: Sasha is quiet and stoic, but she doesn't hesitate to step in Incase somebody wants to start a fight. She's Kim's second favorite female (you're the first ofcourse)

Appearance: fluffy platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black eyes, small horns sprout from her head, B cup, 152 lbs, 5'9

★kim the dutch landrace goat: Kim can either be your angle or your debil. Yes that misspelling was intentional. More than once has he tried humping you, even convincing the girls to try and help him, except you keep running away. STOP RUNNING AWAY. Is it so bad he wants to impregnate you with his children!?

Appearance: long silky black-blond hair, bro is ripped, large horns curl around his head, 160 lbs, 5'11, 7 incher

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[eliteseven]

BG3 Drabble: Parenthood?

Pairing: (named)F!Tav x Shadowheart

Summary: Yenna's presence in camp causes Shadowheart to contemplate something that was unthinkable during her time serving Shar.

Words: 4.5k

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There’s a sort of stirring from outside Shadowheart and Tav’s shared tent, slowly warming in the rays of the dawn’s first light. Shadowheart’s ear perks to the sound, as does her lover’s- and she shifts in the bedroll, her lips once again finding purchase in the crook of Tav’s neck. 

“Probably Scratch.” Serena concedes rather sleepily, arms wound tightly around Shadowheart’s hips, as if she fears she might disappear in the dead of night. 

“...Probably.” Shadowheart mumbles in agreement, the movement of her lips against the nape of Tav’s neck tickling her lover momentarily. 

She traces a lazy finger in the dip of Serena’s chest, drawing a soft whine of pleasure from her lover. 

Then, a new voice joins the fold. 

“...Are you awake yet?” A fiery, bright, reddish-orange head of hair pops through the tent flaps, and both Serena and Shadowheart startle, their foreheads colliding with a slam as they jump apart. 

“Oh, hells.” Shadowheart groans and clutches her head, and Serena winces as she gently peels herself from their tangled embrace. 

They’re lucky they had the common sense to dress themselves, after several intimate moments that took place in the night, fueled by wine and the privacy of their tent, shrouded in a spell of darkness, courtesy of Shadowheart. 

Serena reacts first. Owlishly, she blinks a few times, and regards their intruder with a little smile. 

Serena can’t help it. 

There is something endearing about the exuberant little girl, who offers to cook for them, and plays with Scratch, while she patiently awaits the return of her mother…

…A mother who might well be wiped from this very existence. 

Serena pushes those thoughts from her mind; they will find Yenna’s mother alive. 

“Good morning, Yenna.” Serena greets softly. “Did you sleep well?” 

“Hello, Tav!” Yenna gives her a gap-toothed grin, the very image of childish joy, and Serena chuckles softly. “Grub and I had the best sleep ever!” 

Lae’zel had remarked she’d start to lose respect around camp if she let a child call her by her nickname.

Serena can’t be bothered to care; she, too, was once a wide-eyed and eager child, so taken by the life of adventuring, of excitement. She’d much rather be a friend to a little girl who’s mother is missing, rather than an intimidating source of authority.

She’s had enough of that word for a lifetime. 

“Well, that’s very good. Cooking a spot of breakfast, are we?” Serena eyes the wooden spoon in her hand. 

“Well, yes, but I can’t find the ingredients I need.” Yenna explains, sounding suddenly downtrodden. “And I know how to make the best stew!” 

Serena nods, and then thinks for a moment. “...What if I took you to the city? I’m certain the vendors there would have everything you’d need.” 

Yenna wears a look of euphoria. “The city?!” She squeals, and vaguely, they hear Astarion curse her youthful glee, loud as it is at such an hour. 

Shadowheart whines softly under the cover of the furs, and Serena winces, remembering the three or four chalices of wine they’d shared. 

“Yes.” Serena whispers, gesturing for Yenna to keep her voice down. “We can go together. But you have to remember, everyone is sleeping, Yenna. We have to be quiet, until we leave-” 

“Got it!” Yenna’s whisper is nearly as loud as her shout, and Serena grins as she darts away to ready herself for their impromptu trip. 

Serena turns to find her lover observing her from the bedroll, head propped up on her elbow. 

Her lungs constrict; there will never be a moment in which she sees Shadowheart in her bedroll and won’t have a near heart-attack. 

She is that beautiful, of course, but more than that: she’s here. With Serena. In her bedroll. Where she sleeps, nightly. 

Simple facts such as these often matter very little to established couples; Serena thinks it’s nothing short of a travesty. 

Though their relationship is new- in the sense that Shadowheart has only recently admitted the full extent of her love for Serena- Serena knows she could never simply get used to the fact that Shadowheart is hers, as she is Shadowheart’s..

Shadowheart is smirking at her, just short of rolling her eyes, and Serena adores the expression, still. She’s long made peace with the fact that her love for Shadowheart is all-consuming; she’s learned to love her pouts, her smirks, the way she manages to make her very expressions drip with sarcasm. It’s uniquely her, and Serena would not trade her for any soul in all of Faerûn, ever. 

“What?” Serena asks sheepishly, brushing a stray hair from her eyes. 

“Nothing.” Shadowheart shrugs, but her eyes devour Tav as she does so. 

It’s clear she’s amused by something.

“It’s just…” Shadowheart drawls. “You’re very good with her.” 

Serena shrugs. “There’s nothing to it, really. She’s a child. A very mild-mannered one, at that.” She smiles wistfully, remembering her own days, scabbing her knees and trying to sneak past her own estate guards. 

“Nevertheless.” Shadowheart is smiling, now- a genuine smile. Soft and alluring, Serena blinks a few times, forgetting to breathe. “I find it… sweet.” 

“Sweet enough that you’d like to join us?” Serena tries. 

“Hah.” Shadowheart laughs, reclining backwards into the bedroll, nestled in the warmth. “ At this hour? I should think not.” 

Serena sighs, and she smiles against Shadowheart’s forehead when she presses a kiss there, apologizing for their bump, earlier. 

Shadowheart tugs her down for a kiss, and Serena moans softly, forgetting herself entirely as she almost melts into Shadowheart. 

Shadowheart pulls away, and laughs quietly at the dumbstruck expression on Serena’s face. 

It will never get old for Shadowheart, watching her lover seem to forget time and space, in favor of her lips instead. 

“Go on, then.” Shadowheart drawls in a whisper. “You made a promise.” 

“Did I?” Serena mumbles, touching her own lips with an awestruck look, and Shadowheart chuckles softly at the sight of her handiwork, before letting her go. 

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Screams of delight fill the air, as Karlach lunges for Yenna, who dives to take cover behind Serena’s legs. 

Their training session has been cut short by the presence of the curious little girl, and Karlach and Serena are, perhaps, the only two in camp who haven’t the heart to deny her anything. 

So they spend their afternoon, the one they should have spent recovering for their next battle, playing like children.

And Shadowheart has spent the better part of her afternoon watching. 

In truth, she’s captivated by several of the sights she sees: the first of which being Serena. 

Serena has a heart of gold: it’s likely the reason she hasn’t abandoned Shadowheart altogether, and furthermore- it’s one of Shadowheart’s favorite qualities of Serena’s. 

Serena has told Shadowheart many a tale from her childhood; she was often at odds with the authority figures in her life, for constantly disobeying the particularly strict set of rules she was to abide by. 

Serena grins as Yenna dives for her arms, now laughing as Karlach plays the role of the villain- frankly, the sweetest villain Shadowheart has ever seen. 

The three of them seem nothing more than a rowdy group of children, rather than a rescued child, and a couple of harrowed soldiers. 

Shadowheart watches from the bench outside her own tent- and though she holds a novel in her hands- a recommendation from Wyll, no less- she can’t seem to read it for the life of her. Every time Serena laughs, melodic and beautiful, Shadowheart looks up at her, and falls in love with her more with each passing second. 

There is a specific, unbridled joy Serena seems to display, in the presence of children. 

Shadowheart had noted it before, several times over on their journey- the first time being with the Tiefling children by the Druid’s Grove. 

Shadowheart hadn’t known then what she knows now- about Serena, herself, any of it. 

But she finds the same persistent warmth, fluttering in her chest at the notion of perhaps involving herself with Serena, in this way. 

“I know that look.” A voice clears their throat behind her and then speaks, nearly startling Shadowheart from her love-addled reverie. 

Shadowheart closes her book, setting it on her lap as she glances up at Jaheira quizzically. 

“...And what look might that be?” Shadowheart humors her with a sigh. 

“You wish to be a mother.” Jaheira does not ask it- perhaps if she had, it might have been slightly less shocking. 

“I…you…sorry?” Shadowheart sputters, in a manner most uncharacteristic for the usually unruffled cleric. Her words carry none of the elegant, biting attitude with which she’s normally able to convey her words. 

Jaheira smirks knowingly. “Don’t worry, Shadowheart. Your secret is safe with me.” She glances over at Serena, who dances around Karlach’s extra-slow “attacks” with Yenna standing atop her boots, movements expertly guided by Serena. 

“...I haven’t a clue what you’re referring to.” Shadowheart sniffs, regaining her composure. 

“Surely you don’t.” Jaheira snorts. “Tell me, how is your novel?” She glances at the cover. “The Wanton Warrior, eh?” 

Shadowheart rolls her eyes. “Riveting.” she grits. 

“Oh? I’ve read it myself.” Jaheira’s eyes narrow. “The Commander is quite the character, is she not?” 

Shadowheart sees the trap before Jaheira even finishes laying it. “Not a real character in the novel, I presume? Fine. I’ve barely read a word. Happy?” 

Jaheira scoffs. “So very bright. I should have known better.” She acknowledges with a little smile. She sobers, glancing at Yenna. “It is not something to carry shame over….wanting children, I mean.” She clarifies. 

Shadowheart’s cheeks burn as a blush slowly breaks out across her features. “It’s not…i don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting children.” She corrects softly. “Just…not me.” She whispers the last part, and Jaheira nods, for a moment. 

“I…thought the same, once.” Jaheira begins. 

Shadowheart knows Jaheira speaks from experience- with at least five foster children in her care at one point, Jaheira has known the trials and tribulations of guardianship. 

“I wouldn’t…” Shadowheart stammers. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.” She says nothing of her struggles in the cloister, of her tainted relationship to Viconia and other figures of authority, or of her fractured relationship with her own parents. 

Until several tendays prior, the notion of Shadowheart ever being a guardian, let alone a mother, to a child, was unthinkable. 

And now? Suddenly there’s a little girl in their camp, and she’s forsaking principles she’s held for the entirety of her life? 

No- that isn’t entirely fair, or truthful. 

Serena is making her rethink everything. 

Shadowheart sees a partner in Serena- a partner she never could have imagined. Serena makes even the most daunting tasks seem achievable. Serena was there with her when she turned her back on Shar, and Serena helped her lead the charge into the cloister to save her parents. 

With Serena…Shadowheart finds that she wouldn’t hate the idea, quite so much as she thought she did. 

And that terrifies her. 

It is the sound of crying that draws Shadowheart’s attention, and she’s up from her seat before she can even make sense of what’s happening. Serena cradles Yenna, scooping her up as if she weighs nothing at all, and she and Karlach coo softly to her. 

It’s when Serena turns towards her that Shadowheart sees it- a scrape, barely there, nothing but a little red mark on the child’s knee. 

“It’s alright.” Serena coos, as she brushes Yenna’s tears away. “I happen to know someone who can make everything better.” She promises sweetly. 

Shadowheart watches the way Serena effortlessly supports Yenna’s weight while distracting her, and realizes with a jolt, Serena is coming to her. 

“Y…you..do?” Yenna sniffles. 

“I do.” Serena promises with a little smile. “I couldn’t live without her.” She tells her so casually, though the words make Shadowheart’s chest ache with fondness. 

Serena nods to Shadowheart’s tent, and Shadowheart gets the message, politely excusing herself from Jaheira’s watch as she guides them back to her tent.  

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It is remarkable how quickly children stop crying when they’re distracted, Shadowheart notes, with no shortage of amusement. 

Yenna has seated herself comfortably atop Shadowheart’s bedroll- which, to be fair, goes unused nearly every night, since Shadowheart has essentially moved into Serena’s tent. 

Yenna busies herself with touching some of Shadowheart’s belongings curiously- several books, a few plants, whatever she seems to be able to get her hands on. 

And then, of course, comes the lovely, “What’s this?” from her lips, nearly every five seconds. 

Serena watches with amusement as Shadowheart opens her mouth to explain, but is interrupted every time. 

“What’s this?” 

“That’s just a watering can-”

“And this?” 

“That would be one of my fa-” 

“Oh, what’s this?” Yenna asks, holding a book up from the pile. “The Salty-” 

Shadowheart’s eyebrows are in her hairline as she shoots Serena a mortified glance, and Serena gracefully plucks the book from Yenna’s grasp. 

“You’ll want to pay attention to her healing magic.” Serena winks at Yenna, slyly sliding the book beneath the furs, out of sight. 

Her gaze dances with amusement, and Shadowheart offers her a little smile, shaking her head at the narrow miss. 

“Magic?” Yenna repeats, eyes wide with awe. “You can do that?” She asks, and she seems to be seeing Shadowheart in a new light. 

Shadowheart laughs softly, unsure of what to do with the admiration. “Yes. I need you to be still, could you do that for me?” She asks sweetly, and Yenna nods, all too eager. She nearly shoves her knee in Shadowheart’s chin, practically vibrating with excitement. 

Shadowheart exchanges a wide-eyed glance with Serena, who smiles back at her from where she sits beside Yenna, resting her chin atop her knees. 

“Still, Yenna.” Serena reminds with a little chuckle, and Yenna’s bouncing ceases. 

When Shadowheart goes to work, Yenna seems to think she’s met a goddess. She watches, gaping all the while, as Shadowheart’s glowing palm does away with the benign scrape atop her knee, closing the skin until it looks seamless. 

Yenna glances up at her, eyes wider than Serena has ever seen them. 

“...Better?” Shadowheart asks softly, and Yenna throws herself at Shadowheart, hugging her by looping her short arms around Shadowheart’s neck and shoulders. 

“Thank you, thank you!” Yenna cheers, despite the fact that it took almost nothing from Shadowheart. 

Shadowheart stills, stunned into silence for a moment, as the little girl hugs her, thanking her profusely. 

It is Serena’s warm gaze over Yenna’s shoulder that brings her back; Shadowheart realizes she likes this feeling, radiating from her heart to the rest of her body. 

She likes being a healer, a protector,...a parent, even. 

“I…it was nothing.” Shadowheart murmurs, but she does give Yenna a little hug in return, and that seems to quell the child’s need for affection. 

“...Can I go back to playing with Karlach?” Yenna turns to ask them both. 

It is a strange feeling, Shadowheart realizes- she and Serena seem to share custody of Yenna, for all intents and purposes. Of course, Shadowheart operates under no delusion of making this permanent; Yenna’s mother needs their help. 

But the fact that she doesn’t seem to mind, is what suddenly takes her breath away. 

Serena nods, and Yenna excuses herself with a last, grateful show of appreciation before practically skipping away. 

Serena glances back to her lover, eyeing her carefully, drinking her expression in. 

She looks as if she wants to say something, and for Shadowheart’s sake, she bites her tongue, knowing all-too-well how intense her feelings can be for Shadowheart. 

“Thank you.” Serena offers quietly, instead. 

Her eyes give her away; they’re nearly wet with emotion. Shadowheart recognizes it instantly; it’s the same awe Yenna had in her eyes when Shadowheart healed her, only…

Love.

Serena’s gaze is thick with adoration. 

“It was no trouble.” Shadowheart reminds her gently. 

“...You don’t know how good you are.” Serena whispers, and the way she says it- the tears that gather in her eyes- tell Shadowheart how she means it. “We are all so lucky- me, more than anyone, to have you…” 

Serena is incredibly gifted at making Shadowheart ache in the most beautiful ways. 

Shadowheart knows what’s left unspoken- knows the implications of Serena’s words. 

They could have a family together, if they survive this. 

“I am the lucky one.” Shadowheart promises in just a whisper as she gently pushes Serena backwards onto the bedroll, climbing atop her. 

Serena hisses as her back meets the furs, and Shadowheart freezes, eyes wide with concern. 

“You’re hurt?” Shadowheart demands, already reaching to undo Serena’s shirt to get a better look. 

“Mmm.” Serena groans in response, and pulls the copy of the Salty Mermaid from underneath the furs, the hard corner of the book having dug into Serena’s hip. 

Shadowheart snorts a laugh, shoulders dropping in relief, and Serena grins, gently tossing the book aside. “Too close, that.” 

Perhaps, Shadowheart muses, in the future, they’ll invest in a library for their home with a locked section. 

Or at least a section that’s out of reach of most children, anyway. 

This time, Shadowheart remembers to properly seal the tent flaps. 

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Dusk paints the camp in lovely hues of pink and orange, and then eventually red, as the sun’s rays begin to filter out of the sky, one by one. 

In the heart of camp, there is a bustle around the fire, where a particularly talked about stew is finally being served to all. 

“Is it good?” Yenna asks hopefully, as she offers Arnell yet another helping of stew. “I tried really really hard! And Grub says it’s my best stew yet!” 

“I have no reason to believe otherwise.” Arnell nods sagely as he holds his bowl up in celebration. “Truly a delicacy.” He smiles kindly at the little girl as she moves onto the next recipient around the fire, bowls at the ready. 

Shadowheart has to give Yenna credit; it is a delicious stew. 

When Serena had returned from the city traders with Yenna, carrying a whole surplus of produce, Shadowheart was more than amused. 

It seems that Serena’s investments have paid dividends, now, as everyone gathers to enjoy the meal. 

“Delicious.” Emmeline chuckles, after a bite. “Of course Jen’s daughter can cook. She comes from me, after all.” 

Shadowheart stills, mid-bite, as she exchanges a wide-eyed glance with her father. 

Arnell winces slightly; it’s never easy, hearing Emmeline flit in and out of the reality her mind seems to create for itself in its atrophy. 

She has better days, mostly, but every now and again she’ll make a comment that reminds Shadowheart she’s not all there. 

Only this time, she’s managed to say just the thing that’s terrified Shadowheart all week. 

Shadowheart opens her mouth to correct her, and thinks better of it. Within a few moments, her mother will have forgotten she’s said anything at all. 

Best not to further confuse her by trying to set the record straight. 

Still, the words linger in Shadowheart’s mind.

Jen’s daughter. 

Shadowheart glances at Serena, who helps Yenna serve, knowing all too well the little girl’s tendency to spill- and wanting to prevent as much with something as scalding as stew. 

Shadowheart feels the all-too-familiar butterflies in her chest, just glancing at her. 

It hasn’t been an easy tenday- and that’s not even considering the fighting they’ve done to get into the city. In fact, it hasn’t been an easy journey, in totality. 

Shadowheart cannot deny the truth any longer; she’s changing. As the life she thought she’d lead bleeds away into the past, she finds her sights set firmly on the future; on one individual in particular. 

When Serena finally manages to get Yenna seated with her own bowl of food- as intent as she is on serving others- Shadowheart beckons her away from the group with a little nod of her head. 

Shadowheart’s very heart constricts when Serena follows instantly, without a glance behind her. 

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“This is actually quite good.” Serena notes after a spoon of the stew, legs dangling over the slight cliff-face she and Shadowheart sit atop. 

Although there’s no waterfall this time, and no vintage bottle of wine to be shared as they did on their first evening together in solitude, it is equally as romantic. 

Shadowheart glances at her in amusement, stealing a piece of bread from the corner of Serena’s bowl. “You had doubts?” She asks curiously, popping the bread into her mouth delicately. 

“Could you cook a stew at Yenna’s age?” Serena scoffs. “In truth, I had my concerns that she’d burn the camp down.” 

“And yet, you took her to get ingredients.” Shadowheart notes, smiling but politely declining when Serena offers the rest of her food, earnestly. 

“It made her happy.” Serena explains. “She misses her mother, Heart.” 

Shadowheart frowns at the reminder. “I know…” She murmurs, glancing down past the smoke billowing from atop the campfire, to her own mother and father. 

They seem to be amused by the presence of the child, and they entertain her with stories as they eat around the fire. A safe distance away, Shadowheart is safe to peer at them without fear of being caught. 

Serena follows her gaze, and frowns, slightly. “What’s the matter?” 

She reads Shadowheart easily; like the way Shadowheart devours one of Wyll’s book recommendations. 

“Honestly?” Shadowheart laughs, a little sadly. “...I don’t know.” 

Serena nods slowly, giving Shadowheart a chance to elaborate. If there’s one talent Serena possesses, it is to listen without judgement. Shadowheart has always secretly envied her, in this regard. 

The moment passes, and Shadowheart finds the will to continue. 

“I…Yenna’s presence in camp…I think it…brought to surface some feelings that I’ve buried deep within me.” She admits, slowly. 

Serena tries to follow her logic. “Does Yenna’s presence here make you uncomfortable?” She asks, again, without judgement. 

Shadowheart wants to laugh. Only Serena would try to play the knight-in-shining-armor between her and a child, if Shadowheart asked it of her. 

“Gods, no.” Shadowheart scoffs and whispers, shaking her head. “It’s not her.” She clarifies, gently. “It’s me.” She adds, a little sadly. 

Serena sets her bowl aside, taking Shadowheart’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently tilting her downcast gaze upwards. 

Shadowheart breathes raggedly, but she meets Serena’s gaze, inquisitive and ever so loving, in the moon’s light. 

The moondrop pendant around Shadowheart’s neck, gifted to her by Serena herself, pulses with light as Shadowheart’s heart hammers against her ribcage. 

“I think…” Shadowheart inhales sharply, gathers herself, and tries again. “...I want…to be a mother someday. To your child.” 

The words come out of Shadowheart before she can stop herself. 

In fact- it’s not what she meant to discuss- she’d intended to tell Serena about her mother’s verbal mishap, about what led up to this sudden outpouring of emotion- but she says the first thing that comes to her mind. 

The truth, in essence. 

Shadowheart doesn’t know what she was expecting. 

Serena smiles. 

It’s one of her rare, extra-elated smiles- the very kind that renders Shadowheart unable to breathe, when she sees it. 

There is no shock, no questioning her logic, her qualifications. Serena does not ask her why she thinks she’s fit to be a mother, or if life in the cloister damaged her irreparably. 

No, Serena simply cries tears of joy, and cradles her face as if it’s the most precious possession she’s ever held, fragile and liable to break at any moment. 

Shadowheart can feel her lover’s happiness, in waves. 

She had no idea Serena felt so strongly about the idea at all; she really needs to be more vocal about her concerns, her fears; so many of them are unfounded. 

“...Once we win this…and we will win….” Shadowheart continues, kissing away the tears on Serena’s high cheekbones. “...There’ll be time to think about all of this, I know…” Shadowheart explains. “But I…this last tenday…I realized I didn’t hate the idea of becoming a mother…” Shadowheart whispers. “I…hated the idea that I’d fail.” 

Shadowheart knows how outlandish it is to even consider such a possibility with so much on their collective plate, but the truth is, she’s new to the idea. 

Under Shar, Shadowheart had long accepted that her fate was to serve, and that she’d never have a family of her own, outside of the cloister. 

The idea that she can, now…it’s so terrifyingly freeing.

And it’s not as if Shadowheart needs a child right this instant, but just to be able to consider the possibility…it’s a privilege. 

“You won’t fail.” Serena promises solemnly. 

“You sound so certain.” Shadowheart challenges sadly. 

“You could never fail.” Serena promises again, so tenderly and passionately that Shadowheart has no choice but to heed her words. “Shadowheart, Shar couldn’t even make you bad.” Serena laughs when she says it, almost to the point of hysteria, but Shadowheart knows she’s speaking from the heart. 

“That’s not-” 

“It is.” Serena presses. “Shar, Viconia, no one could take the heart out of Shadowheart.” Serena strokes her cheek softly, and Shadowheart shivers as she leans closer into her touch, so desperate to become one with her. “I know you think there’s bad in you, Shadowheart, but there simply isn’t…” Serena whispers in awe, in complete admiration of the woman before her. “And we learn from what hurts us the most. You could never do that to your own child…”

“They way you say it, it’s hard not to believe…” Shadowheart sniffles, and Serena wraps her arms around her, holding her close. 

Shadowheart comes to rest her chin on Serena’s shoulder, and she sighs, burying herself deep into her lover’s warm embrace. 

“I’m a terrible liar, you’d know.” Serena offers, and she grins when Shadowheart snickers a messy laugh into her shoulder. 

A kiss is pressed to Shadowheart’s head, and she sighs. 

“I adore you.” Serena admits quietly. “I only want what makes you happy. Child or no child, Shadowheart, I only ever need you.” 

Shadowheart glances up at her, gaze glassy with fresh unshed tears, moved to pieces by the tenderness with which Serena treats her. 

She opens her mouth to respond, but it’s a child’s voice that cuts through the silence first, bouncing up the cliff face and echoing across camp. 

“Tav! Do you want more- Oh! There you two are!” Yenna bounds over eagerly, nearly tripping over herself as hot stew tumbles out of the bowls and right into Tav’s lap, thanks to her quick timing, gently shoving Shadowheart out of the way. 

“...Oops!” Yenna covers her mouth, and then laughs out loud. “It’s still good, I promise!” She gestures to the two (now largely empty) bowls, and grins rather proudly. “I have to go give some to Gale. Bye!” She skips away, drawing the attention of both Grub and Scratch, causing quite the cacophony as she leaves. 

Shadowheart glances down at Serena’s lap, and then winces, giving her a look of utter sympathy. 

“...Perhaps it’s best if we wait a while, yet.” Shadowheart muses aloud. “…to have a child, I mean.” 

Serena winces in agreement, biting her lip to keep from crying out in pain. 

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⟢ What Lies Below

Status || Drafting and Brainstorming

POV || Third-person limited, multiple POVS, switches between past and present

Genre || Paranormal dystopia

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Be careful about the secrets that lie below…..

It has been 6 years since Elmira last spoke to her brother. 6 years since she’s heard of him, 6 years since she’s seen his face, 6 years since she so much as spoke his name.

He’s been completely cast out of the family — declared dead by anyone that dares speak of him. Elmira hasn’t dared to try and contact him in the years since his departure, much less thought of visiting him. The last thing she would have ever expected was to find herself inside his living room, sharing a cup of coffee.

But after her little sister Aurora gets into a life-threatening incident, leaving her fatally wounded beyond what even Elmira can handle, he’s the only person she can think to turn to.

Abandoning her rigid, suffocating life as an assassin and a member of the Koroleva estate, she’s left to finally face the ghost of her past as she desperately tries to save her little sister from death.

There will be no going back from this.

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Content Warnings || What Lies Below is a thriller novel that deals with complex and dark subject matter such as death, mental illness, suicide, dehumanization, conditioning, transphobia, homophobia, religious trauma and domestic abuse. Chapters including such content will have the proper trigger warnings attached to them. If heavy violence and more mature themes upsets you, please click away.

Themes || Grief, love, monstrosity, acceptance, family, revenge, prejudice, isolation, survival, corruption, fear, and savagery

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And I know you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent / I will only break your pretty things / I will only wring you dry of everything

— “Tongues & Teeth” by The Crane Wives

⟢ Characters

The Nightwalker Elimination Association ||

✶ Elmira Koroleva

✶ Aurora Koroleva

✶ Maksim Koroleva

✶ Eldona Koroleva

✶ Ilya Koroleva

✶ Aleksi Koroleva

✶ Cain Koroleva

✶ Madison Koroleva

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✶ Crow

✶ Gordon Wan

✶ Lupin

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“[He] felt his sibling’s arms around him (a fight, was it, or a brotherly embrace? Either way, it suffocated).”

— Clive Barker \\ The Hellbound Heart

[the-palelady]

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Valerie Scott

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍☾𖤓☆

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SFW

NSFW

Non-con

Head-canons:

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie loves going to the arcade and will go there whenever she’s feeling overwhelmed

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie’s autistic but it’s undiagnosed, which only makes things harder

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie is a virgin, people assume she’s hooked up with a bunch of people, but in truth she hasn’t. The only time she came close was with Jackie

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie loves pizza, like a lot. It’s kinda unhealthy.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie works out in her brothers home gym any chance she can get, she’s actually quite ripped

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie really doesn’t get along well with her mother at all

Pre-Crash:

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie, the little sister to Wiskayok High School’s very own soccer coach, Ben Scott

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie wasn’t popular, nor was she unpopular. People tended to avoid her, everyone assumed she would be mean or cruel, but in truth, she wasn’t really. Sure at times she could be cocky and brutally honest. She was often very independent and tough. But behind that shell and that people struggled so hard to see through, she was genuinely a nice girl, she was loyal to her core would always go out of her way to be there for people

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie played for the Yellowjackets, she played in defence and was one of the best defenders on the team.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie wasn’t super close with anyone on the team but they were the only ones who knew her for how she truly was, they got along.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ If Valerie were to be close with anyone, it’d most likely be Van or Natalie. Valerie often bumped into Van at the arcade, one of Valerie’s favourite places to go. And with Natalie, they would often get drunk or high together at parties or under the bleachers before or after practice.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie was quite close with her brother, she was one of the only people who knew he was gay and vice versa.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie first realised she was a lesbian when she was playing Mortal Kombat and saw Kitana for the first time…can you blame her?

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie had only ever had one girlfriend before, Jackie Taylor. They got together on one of the numerous occasions that Jeff and Jackie broke up. It all started when the pair almost hooked up drunkenly at a party, then it sort of went from there. But Valerie could tell that Jackie still wasn’t over Jeff, and she couldn’t handle being someone Jackie so often seemed so ashamed off, so she broke things off.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie pretended to ignore the longing stares that a Jackie sent her during practices, never truly acknowledging the girl again

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie sat by herself on the plane ride to nationals but behind her brother, like he asked. He hated planes and even though Valerie teased him for it, she wasn’t going to leave him to sit completely alone.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie watched as he fell out that door, like Coach Martinez, Ben too tried to help the girls with their oxygen masks, when the door flew open he managed to hold on for a bit till they reached closer to the ground, but eventually he fell out.

Wilderness

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Valerie didn’t get involved much with the cult shit, she found it weird as fuck but would never say that openly.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Avoiding Jackie became quite difficult for Valerie, everywhere she went, the Taylor girl was there. Jackie constantly tried to talk to Valerie who always felt way too bad to turn her down.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ At doomcoming, Jackie realised Misty had drugged the food, she managed to get Valerie to eat, a lot, and took advantage of the girls state. She managed to overpower her, she knew Valerie wouldn’t fight back because Val was always too sweet to hurt her.

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This was honestly quite bad cause I couldn’t really think of what to put :(

Lemme know if y’all wanna see fic’s with her !! I’ll ship her with anyone !!

Just a quick edit of her:

[nyastesticles]

ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ !! ✮

hey im geo (but i also go by ray) !! this is a ninjago-centric blog but i like other stuff too (atla, tlok, dreamzzz, pixar cars, beyblade burst, monkie kid, rottmnt, mcu, epic the muscial, sonic the hedgehog, my hero academia, transformers, the owl house, jjk, idwtbamg, mean girls)

im a bisexual loser.. i have adhd, anxiety, and autism (triple A's is crazyy) My favorite ninja is currently kai and I’m so excited for what dragons rising has in store for him

looking to study in law 'cause it's cool >:3

(dni if your a proshipper, darkshipper, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, racist, ableist, etc.) i'm also a MINOR !!!!!

dont send me any pornographic / smut fics or art.. like I said before i'm a minor.. its disgusting..

[gauloiseblue]

Blue Velvet

(König × Reader × Horangi)

War isn't easy to get through, and the importance of keeping the soldiers' morals is as crucial as their ratios. They need distractions as much as they need food, and the higher ups are forced to provide it to them. It should be a bare minimum, since they subjugated them to fight their war. But they're a bunch of pigs, of course they'd rather keep the money to themselves.

They did give them a show—twice a week, but it felt inadequate. They only call a shrieking woman, with equally loud music to entertain them.

It's appalling to him, and he scoffs at the thrumming beat from the tent, where the singer—if you can call her a singer—screams her tune. The soldiers would whistle at her, stretching their hands to touch her, and she'd playfully evade them. It feels animalistic, vulgar, and he scoffs everytime the music starts. He'd walk to the opposite side, while the soldiers flock to the tent.

He sometimes found the Russian agent by the woods, and they'd sit in silence while the rowdy show filled in in the background. Though he prefers to be left alone, it's a better option than the crowded tent.

They talk when it's necessary, but most of the time they keep their thoughts to themselves. Nikto would stare at the woods, or anywhere else, really. It doesn't matter, since his mind isn't here.

He thought it'd stay that way, until Horangi told him to come.

"It's not the loud American slag," He explained to him, "Trust me, you'll like her."

He was vexed when he dragged him along, but it quickly changed once they got into their seats.

It's not as crowded as usual, and he can hear the soldiers murmur behind him. Some of them have a curious tone, but some of them are derisive. He didn't understand the sentiment, until the lights are dimmed.

And there you stand. On the stage, with the floodlight shines on you.

You were cold, aloof. And there's something delicate in the way you stood. Though it's only a brief moment, before the music plays softly.

As if lured by the tune, you step into the light and sing.

She wore blue velvet

Bluer than velvet was the night

Softer than satin was the light

From the stars

The murmurs begin to cease, as you sing the gentle ode.

She wore blue velvet

Bluer than velvet were her eyes

Warmer than May, her tender sighs

Love was ours

He holds his breath, as the flutter of your voice reaches his ear.

Ours, a love I held tightly

Feeling the rapture grow

Like a flame burning brightly

But when she left gone was the glow of

His friend glances at him, and a smirk spreads on his lips. He sees it from the corner of his eye, but he couldn't care less.

Blue velvet

But in my heart there'll always be

Precious and warm a memory through the years

And I still can see blue velvet through my tears

"Told you you'd like her."

He stares at his friend, before he states a warning.

"Don't act like you know me." He hissed.

Horangi lifts his hands lazily, as he returns to watch the stage.

She wore blue velvet

But in my heart there'll always be

Precious and warm a memory through the years

And I still can see blue velvet through my tears

"You know," He started, while his eyes stayed on your figure, "I wouldn't watch her if she's not pretty, but you gotta admit that she's more than just a pretty face." He took a glance at him, "She makes you feel… things, doesn't she?"

"What do you want?"

His voice is enough to convey the message, but his friend doesn't flinch away. He pushes through instead.

"Help me capture the bird, and I'll give you half of it."

The chair screeches when he stands as he glares at him, before he marches out of the room.

His friend's eyes burn holes into his back, and he grits his teeth at the prying gaze. He hates it, he hates that he's seen through him.

[kentorus]

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