#it clashed with the rest of the drawing so i had to throw it out :((((

[kishavo]

on his way to throw his cyberlife uniform in a fire

[vraiao]

✰ . jealous bf!dan heng, afab!reader, reader wears a skirt, rough sex, mating press lololol, unprotected, this is short, he's mean(very), degration(slightly), monsterfucking, biting, blood, creampie, fluff & cuddling at the end, dan heng imbibitor lunae ver if that wasn't clear

when you return home, dan heng smells someone else's scent on you and is absolutely furious . . .

you had just gotten back home from shopping for a few hours and walked into your room to see dan heng sitting on your bed, legs crisscrossed and slightly levitating off the bed, as he often did when meditating. you walked past him, setting down your things and greeting him with a smile "hey, love." you weren't facing him because you were rummaging through the stuff you bought, but when he didn't respond to your greeting after a certain amount of time is when you finally turned to face him. he wasn't even looking at you, continuing to meditate with his eyes still shut-- and silent. was he ignoring you?

with an eyebrow raised, you sauntered over to him, leaning closer so your face was level with his. you studied his face for a second before tilting your head to the side. "..'heng? something wrong?" he said nothing. pouting, you sat down next to him and began repeatedly tapping on his shoulder. "dan henngg!!" still nothing. defeated, you dramatically sighed and plopped your back down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with an annoyed pout. why was he ignoring you? you huffed, shutting your eyes in frustration.

suddenly, you felt a light gust of air from above you and were quick to open your eyes. your gaze was met by a pair of piercing green eyes glaring down at you, his hands resting on the bed on both sides of your face. your eyes widened and you blinked at him, wondering what he was doing. you smiled and began to say something before you were cut off by him. "where were you?" he said, tone dripping with anger. you raised an eyebrow, confusion evident in your expression. "shopping?? i told you that before i left!" you said.

his eyes narrowed. "then who were you with?" he spat. okay, now you were really confused. "huh? what are you talking about? i was by myself!" out of nowhere, he swiftly brought his face to your neck and bit down harshly, his sharp fangs drawing a small amount of blood, causing you to yelp, shut your eyes, and throw your head to the side. he brought his face back up, licking the blood off of his sharp canines before forcefully grabbing your chin and repositioning your face so you'd be looking at him once more. "look at me, slut. and answer me truthfully. you reek of another man."

you whined, tears prickling your eyes and threatening to spill over. your voice urgent as you pleaded, "really, there was no-..!!" you were cut off by his teeth clashing with a different spot on your neck, just barely drawing blood this time. he began assaulting your neck with a series of harsh bites and licks, lapping up the blood he drew. you gasped and winced at the sudden harsh contact, and in between his bites and licks, he begrudgingly muttered, "you like getting attention from other men, huh? i'll show you who you belong to."

he brought his face up before crashing his lips into yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. he didn't pull away from the kiss until the both of you could hardly breathe, a string of saliva connecting your mouths when he did so. it only took a few seconds of heavy panting between the two of you before he lowered his face once more, continuing his assault on your neck.

running out of empty spots on your neck to mark up with hickeys and bite marks, he lifted his face up, pulling off your shirt and continuing his assault on your collarbones and the part of your neck that was hidden by your shirt. his hand slid down to your waist with a firm grip while the other pulled your skirt off and ripped your panties with minimal effort. without warning, he shoved two fingers into your cunt, causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion.

he pumped his fingers in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, causing you to whine and buck your hips, urging him to speed up. his other hand tightened its grip on your waist, pulling his mouth away from your neck with a scowl. "stay still," he said with a stern voice. you pouted. "but 'heng..!" you whined. in return, he scoffed. "shut up, whore. so impatient.."

he increased the pace of his fingers, but only by a little, and only for a little before he pulled his fingers out of you, shoving them into your mouth before you could even react to the empty feeling. "lick," he commanded. doing as you told, you licked and sucked your arousal off of his fingers while he glared at you. after you finished, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and began fiddling with the buckle of his pants, pulling them down and revealing his achingly hard cock, already leaking with precum.

he lifted your legs up, pressing them flat against your chest, calves reaching over his shoulders. he positioned his hands on your waist and teasingly dragged his dick along your wet folds, muttering something about how you were a slut and a whore for even looking at another man, before snapping his hips forward, plunging deep into you without warning and making you take all of him all at once, pulling a sharp gasp from you. he was practically splitting you in half with his huge cock, but it hurt so good.

after a few seconds, he began to move, his pace slow. with each thrust, he pulled almost all the way back before abruptly thrusting back in with full force, grunting and softly gasping as he did so, but with the increasing pace of his movements, he pulled out less and less each time. his pace grew even faster and his grip on your waist was almost bruising, causing you to cry out his name and moan other incoherent babbles. "you're.. hah.. mine, got it? no other man can.. ah! ..ever make you feel this good," he said between moans.

despite being fucked out of your mind, aeons did your boyfriend look beautiful above you. his long hair falling over his shoulders and his mouth slightly agape-- it all drove you mad. and he was fucking you so deep-- hitting every sweet spot and tip nearly kissing your cervix. reaching up, you gently grabbed his horns, which only made him pound into you faster, if that was even possible. you tugged at his horns, pulling his face closer to yours and capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. your fingers gently caressed up and down his horns, causing him to spill moans into your mouth.

you could tell he was getting close by the way his thrusts persisted at their fast pace though gradually got more sloppy, and how his hands slid up and down your waist as if trying to feel every inch of you. plus, his entire demeanor had changed. with his forehead pressed against yours and cheeks heavily tinted with various hues of pink, his eyes were shut and a series of lewd sounds from moans to whines were pouring out his mouth.

between every moan, he let out strings of incoherent pleas, everything along the lines of how good you were making him feel, begging you not to leave him, that he trusted you and knew you wouldn't cheat, and that he was sorry for being so mean, but he just couldn't help it, he loves you so much! his words fell on deaf ears, your brain too fucked out to even comprehend what he was saying. instead, your hands made their way to his hair, gently sifting through it and occasionally tugging as you threw your head back while whining his name and telling him that you were about to cum.

the tightening of your pussy around his cock sent a wave of euphoria through him and with a few more thrusts, he finally came undone, letting out a loud groan while spilling ropes of sticky cum directly into your womb and you followed shortly after, hole spasming around him as you let out a loud whine of his name before cumming, creating a white ring around the base of his cock when some of your mixed slick spilled out of you. his pace gradually slowed before he came to a full stop, leaving the only sound in the room your mingled breaths and pants.

you could feel him soften inside of you before he pulled out, gathering whatever spilled out of you on his fingers before shoving it back in, drawing his fingers out, and licking them off after he was done. he then leaned over, kissing your forehead before laying down and wrapping his tail around your waist and pulling you closer, arms wrapping around you and face burying in the crook of your neck. silence befell the two of you before he muttered something without lifting his face from your neck. "love, 'm sorry.."

you smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead and running your hands through his long hair before responding with a gentle tone of voice. "its okay." how could you not forgive him? the poor man just loves his girlfriend so much, and he's always been so scared of losing her. truly, he had no clue what he'd do without her!

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Once again, I’m in love with your writing so;

could you do one where reader x Coriolanus are in an established relationship but they’ve never gotten intimate before so after a year of dating they’re hanging out at his place or something and a small kiss turns into more kissing and coryo indicates he wants to go further but reader is a bit unsure so it’s just a mixture of fluff and smut? 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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‘Coryo! You need to concentrate if you want to pass the test,’ you exclaimed, trying not to laugh as your boyfriend let himself flop down on the bed next to you. You and Coriolanus had been dating for just over a year now and you were pretty sure it was the best thing that had come out of your time at the Academy. Tonight, you were trying to help him study for a test, one of the last tests of the year and if he passed, he was a shoe-in for the Plinth Prize, something that you knew he was desperate to get his hands on. The only other thing that was standing in his way was the Hunger Games, where he’d been given the District 12 girl; if he won the Hunger Games and passed his test, he could pretty much guarantee that he’d be getting that prize.

‘I’m bored! We’ve been at this for the past three hours,’ he groaned, turning his head to face you, the smile you loved so much working its way onto his face. ‘How about we take a break?’ He then turned his whole body until he was laying on his front next to you, propping himself up on his elbows as he leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against yours.

‘You know what would happen if we take a break, Coryo,’ you whined, wanting nothing more than to throw your books down and just spend the rest of the afternoon with him, but you knew how important this test was to him. ‘We’ll get distracted and then we won’t come back to it.’

‘So, let’s give up for today and I promise we’ll do extra tomorrow,’ he replied, shrugging his shoulders, already having had come up with an argument for you. You looked at him for a couple of seconds, weighing up your options before the need to feel his lips on yours overtook you.

The moment you closed your book Coriolanus was on you. His lips crashed against yours in a rough, dirty kiss that had your teeth clashing together. He moved his body on top of yours and the feeling of his weight resting on top of you was both relaxing you and making you feel more desperate to him. When he began to move his lips down your neck, you couldn’t help your hands from grabbing the bottom of his white shirt, tugging it upwards until your hands could slide against his warm skin, coaxing a groan out of his lips. His hands absentmindedly moved to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up until his fingers skimmed against the waistline of your panties, not noticing when you stiffened underneath him.

‘Coryo,’ you mumbled, pushing at him lightly. Instead of replying, Coriolanus buried his head further into your neck, nipping at your skin. ‘Coryo, come on.’

‘What?’ he murmured into your neck, his hands grasping onto your hips.

‘We should probably stop,’ you said, giggling quietly when you felt his fingers brush lightly against your stomach. Coriolanus pulled his head out of your neck to look at you, his hand coming up to lightly brush hair out of your face.

‘Why?’ he asked, his icy blue eyes staring into yours.

‘Because we haven’t - I haven’t,’ you stammered until he leaned up to press another bruising kiss to your lips.

‘Well, why don’t we?’ he murmured against your lips before pulling back to look at you, his eyes drawing you in.

‘We haven’t talked about it and - and - ’

‘We don’t need to talk about it, baby,’ he said, his hand moving down to rest on your hip, squeezing gently. ‘Do you trust me?’

‘Of course I trust you,’ you replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, making a grin spread across his lips.

‘Then trust me when I tell you that we don’t need to talk about it, it feels right, don’t you think?’ he spoke softly, his thumb running gently along your hips. You couldn’t stop the nod of your head as you looked at him and felt yourself falling into his gaze. ‘Don’t you love me, sweet girl?’

‘I love you,’ you whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as his fingers began gathering the material of your skirt up around your waist.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured, his lips beginning to trace patterns across your collar as he moved his fingers up to tug the straps of your dress down your shoulders until your dress was completely bunched at your waist.

He groaned when he saw that you hadn’t been wearing a bra and his lips dove down to wrap around one of your nipples as his fingers slowly tugged your panties down your legs, leaving you bare underneath him whilst he was still fully clothed. You whimpered as your fingers wound in his hair, tugging at the same time as trying to keep him as close to you as possible. A gasp escaped your lips when you felt him run a finger through your pussy, your hips bucking up against him slightly.

Coriolanus chuckled against your nipple, making you whine at the vibration around your nipple and he slowly pushed his finger into you. You instantly felt your entire body seize up at the new feeling, not knowing if it felt good or bad.

‘Relax,’ he said softly as he gently crooked his finger inside you, making you cry out. Your fingers moved to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as you tried to unbutton the shirt, wanting it off of him as soon as possible. Coriolanus chuckled as he pulled his finger out of you to help you with the buttons, grinning at the loud whine that left your lips. ‘Baby, if you want it off, you’re going to have to let me take it off because you clearly can’t focus on anything right now and I haven’t even done anything yet.’ He shrugged his shirt off, discarding it on the floor along with your dress before quickly unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his cock. Your eyes widened and he smirked at your expression, smug.

‘That’s not going to, I mean, it’s big, it’s not going to,’ you stammered, unable to move your eyes away from him.

‘It’s not going to what, sweet girl?’ he asked softly, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping slowly.

‘It won’t fit, Coryo,’ you said in practically a whisper, making Coriolanus chuckle and drop his head to rest on your shoulder, biting down gently.

‘I thought you trusted me?’ he asked, lifting his head to look at you, the look of mock-hurt on his face sent a wave of guilt rushing through you.

‘I do!’ you exclaimed, quick to reassure him, wanting to get rid of the hurt look in his eyes. Seemingly satisfied with your answer, his face softened and he pecked your lips before reaching down to grip your thigh, hooking your leg over your hip.

‘Then trust me when I say I’ve got you,’ he whispered before pushing into you.

[little-diable]

Labour - Tommy Shelby

This came to me as I listened to “Labour” by Paris Paloma, and boy, do I love love love this story. Be aware that this is somewhat loosely set in S2, but it doesn’t really follow the shows plot line. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: While Tommy keeps pulling away from his wife, she gets tangled in a web of lies to protect her husband, making deals behind his back with his enemies.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unrotected piv, troubling relationship but with a happy end, mentions some fighting and misogyny

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (3.5k words)

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Why are you hanging on so tight, to the rope that I'm hanging from?

“Oh (y/n), isn’t it lovely how naive you women all are?” Inspector Campbell’s voice echoed through the small side street, lips pulled into a grin that made bile rise in (y/n)‘s throat. Her eyes didn’t dare back away from the contact he held, not wanting to come off as scared. 

“I have no time for games, inspector. It’s the same deal as always, you’ll pull your men away from our area tomorrow, and you’ll get your money, easy as that.” Her fingers searched for a cigarette in the pocket of her warm coat, sighing in relief as she finally felt the familiar paper against her fingertips. He watched her light the cigarette with his sharp gaze, forcing holes into her skin like bullets made to kill. 

“Do you really think your money still satisfies me?” He took a step closer, but (y/n) didn’t move, she held her ground, blowing the smoke of her cigarette into his direction. With the click of his tongue he came to a halt like Hades himself coming to claim Persephone, forced into a bond that held more power over her than she liked. “We both know how much your husband loves you, but how will he react to your betrayal? How will he react once he hears about the deals you force his enemies into?” 

She wanted to laugh at his words, finding amusement in the way he imagined her marriage, full of love that had once been but no longer was. His cold hand found her chin, gripping it all too tightly. With a growl rumbling through her, (y/n) pulled away, throwing the burned out cigarette to the ground. 

“Your threats may work on others, but not on me, Campbell. We both know you need the money as much as a child needs its food. I have no problem with asking others who like to do business with me to take care of you and the pathetic excuse of a life you live.” He clenched his jaw, hands balled into fists as his tongue kissed his teeth. For a few seconds neither of them spoke up, letting the silence rest heavy on their shoulders. 

“Fine, we’ll keep your streets empty tomorrow, I’ll expect the money by Friday, not one day later.” The inspector turned from the now grinning woman, disappearing in the dark shadows lingering around them. Only as (y/n) knew that he no longer could see her did she wipe away her fake smirk, back clashing against the nearest wall, bracing herself. 

By now (y/n) was all too used to making deals with those that could interfere with her husband’s business, taking over the work he didn’t know about, believing that everything was simply working out in his favour. But fate hadn’t been nice with Tommy Shelby, at least not till (y/n) had stumbled into his life, slowly taking over, working in the shadows Tommy found no interest in. 

It was a dangerous game she was playing, set on giving her life for the man she loved more than any words could describe, walking closer to God than any other woman she has ever crossed paths with. 

All for a man who asked more from her than he’d ever be able to understand, drawing away from his once loving touches, fully focused on his business rather than his failing marriage.

Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting and I'm getting fucking tired

……

“Where have you been?” Tommy’s voice echoed through their dark bedroom, naked upper body bare to her now wide eyes. She hadn’t expected him to come home tonight, preferring to stay away from their quiet home that had once been filled with love. (Y/n) stood in the middle of their bedroom, shaking off her coat with a sigh rumbling through her.

“I was at Margret’s, you know how much she struggles with her new baby.” The lie rolled off her tongue all too effortlessly, even though his piercing eyes didn’t leave her features once, trying to figure out if she was speaking the truth. Slowly (y/n) laid down next to him, no longer used to feeling Tommy this close. Without anticipating his next movements, (y/n) flinched away as his hand found her chin, grasping her just like Campbell had done, digging into the forming bruises. 

“We need you here, it was your call to take over the household, this home needs its woman, just like I do.” His voice had an almost threatening touch to it, forcing a sharp inhale of cold air into her aching lungs. (Y/n)’s hands tightened their grip on the warm blanket, searching the comfort of the bed she had been sleeping in alone for weeks that have felt like years.

“What is a home with a woman without a husband to share her marriage with? Don’t you lecture me on my whereabouts when you’ve been hiding from me like a scared boy for weeks, Thomas.” (Y/n) turned from Tommy before he could reply, squeezing her eyes shut with her teeth buried in her lower lip. In these moments she desperately wanted to speak up, and wanted to lay all her deals on the oblivious husband that didn’t even notice where his money was going. And yet she kept her mouth shut. 

She felt his eyes on the back of her head for a few more moments before Tommy shuffled around in their bed, wordlessly placing his arm around her waist to draw her into his naked chest. And with a squeeze of her hand, the both of them gave into the call of darkness, searching for some much needed hours of sleep. 

And the silence haunts our bed chamber, you make me do too much labour

……

“Please sit, love. Tea?” Alfie Solomon’s voice echoed through the new apartment, leaving (y/n) smiling. She nodded her head, sinking into the comfortable chair with a sigh. “You look tired, is your husband keeping you on your toes lately?”

“I barely see him around these days, so there’s not much going on to keep me on my toes. How have you been, Alfie?” The man fumbled with his glasses, watching her as if he was expecting (y/n) to strike any moment now. 

“You see, a smart man knows to never cross a woman like you, your wicked mind will one day force us all to our knees, if it weren’t for your eyes.” She pondered over his words for a moment, head slightly tilted to the side, wondering what the man was talking about.

“It’s as if God himself had spoken to me, Alfie, he’d say, she’s dangerous, worse than any enemy you’ve ever killed, but her eyes tell you all about her sadness, about the help she needs but won’t ask for.” A laugh bubbled out of (y/n), eyes fluttering close to let go of a tired sigh. Her hand found her forehead, rubbing her temples to get rid of the headache that kept tourmenting her, robbing much needed hours of sleep from her. 

“You’ve always had a talent with words, Alfie. Can’t believe the young Jewish boy I once shared my bread with is now trying to lecture me on my way of living.” Alfie’s throaty chuckles reverberated through the room, welcoming the warm memories of the moments he and (y/n) have shared all those years ago. Once they’ve been nothing more than oblivious children, searching for the comfort one another could offer. 

“Tell me, what is it this time you need? I’m meeting your husband tonight, so you better tell me now if you want me to kill him, yeah? I always told you, you should have married me, would certainly have saved you from all these struggles.” Her hand found his, squeezing the fingers she had always been reaching for, needing the man she loved like a brother close, though keeping their relationship hidden from the husband that didn’t know anything about the dark past she had been forced to live through. 

“It feels as if something is going to happen, I can’t lose him, Alfie. Who did you do business with lately?” Their eyes didn’t break contact, not as he took a sip of the hot tea, not as he leaned back in his chair, eyes flickering from hers to the big windows. Rain was pouring from the dark sky, pitterpattering against the windows that gave off a view others would pay too much money for, not knowing what else to invest in. The end was near, both could feel it, even though they wouldn’t share the same end, ripped away from one another by wrongdoings that were still buried six feet under like rotten corpses. 

“The business is rough, you’ve got to survive somehow, yeah? Always remember that, love.”

……

The cold lingering in her home had something almost amusing to it, a clear reflection of her relationship with the man who had once lured her into this house, promising her a life that had been nothing more than a game, a dream so fulfilling she couldn’t help but ache for it. (Y/n)‘s feet met the ground, staring at the watch that told her there was still enough time till evening would roll upon her, wondering how the meeting between Alfie and Tommy would play out.

“(Y/n)?” Tommy’s voice left her frozen, head whipping towards her husband. 

“What are you doing at home? Two days in a row, did something happen?” With his hand stretched out for her to take, he slowly pulled her closer, gently cupping her cheek. Tommy studied her for a few moments, the confusion swimming in her gaze, the tension clinging to her body. She quietly thanked herself for covering the bruises on her chin with enough makeup to hide what had happened from the man with eyes so piercing he’d outshine the stars twinkling in the night sky. 

No words left him as he kissed her, making her gasp at the almost unfamiliar touch. Her arms found their way around his neck instantly, not daring to break the contact she had been aching for. Tommy tasted of cigarettes, of expensive alcohol, and of secrets he never intended to share with her, not knowing that she knew more about the business than he ever will. He tasted of everything he once hadn’t tasted of as their paths had crossed years ago, changing into a ruthless man that toyed with those keeping him company.

He pushed her against their dinner table, forcing her to sit on the expensive wood with her legs wrapped around his waist. Moans left the two that tugged on one another’s clothes, needing to scratch the itch that forced them to keep on moving, hands not daring to let go. She was trembling with anticipation thumping through her veins, trying to silence her thoughts, not wanting to pull away from the husband that hadn’t touched her in weeks.

“Don’t, just fuck me, please Tommy.” Her words drew his fingers away from her already soaked folds, undoing his trousers as her lips found his again. The kiss managed to distract her from the feeling of his cock nudging against her entrance, slowly sinking into her tightness. Both moaned in unison, needing to adjust to one another’s body for a moment before they could give in.

“Fuck, I almost forgot how perfect you feel.”

(Y/n) wanted to speak up, wanted to scold him for keeping his distance, but no word managed to leave her, nothing but moans filling the seconds fading by. 

His hips snapped against her middle with every rough thrust, perfectly teasing the swollen spot that made her see stars so bright (y/n) feared she’d end up blinded. The moment wasn’t sweet, wasn’t even loving, but it was everything they needed, distracting them from the racing thoughts that would eventually force their skin from their bones. 

(Y/n) clawed her fingernails into his neck, keeping him close as their moans clashed against one another’s lips, wordlessly communicating their arising high. Soon they’d give in with trembling limbs, racing hearts, and swollen lips, an inferno so strong it’d burn their bodies to the ground.

“You’re mine, don’t you ever forget that.” The possessiveness dripping from his words left her aching her back, head thrown back as she fell over the edge with his name leaving her. Tommy gave it a few more ferocious thrusts before he released himself inside her, painting her walls white. His heat filled her system, clinging to her like a second layer of skin, forever remembering this very moment. 

“I have to leave for some meetings, do me a favour and stay at home tonight, eh?”

I know you're a smart man, and weaponise the false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise

……

“(Y/n)?” Arthur’s voice echoed through the home, luring her from the quiet garden back inside. The older Shelby brother studied her with an unreadable gaze for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. “Tommy wants to meet you at the Garrison, I’ll drive you there.”

Wordlessly she followed Arthur outside, fetching her coat before stepping out into the brisk afternoon, wrapping the fabric tightly around her body. She didn’t dare ask any questions, not wanting to distract the man she had shared too many drunk conversations with, turning towards him whenever Tommy left her behind to mingle with those she’d meet in the dark shadows of side streets even the most ruthless gangsters would avoid. 

The houses they passed grew bigger with every street they turned into, housing families that desperately tried to overcome the ruins war had pushed them into, financial struggles that left them drowning in debts. (Y/n)‘s heart ached whenever she walked past those struggling more than her mind could even begin to imagine, living a life filled with sorrows, with fear, with anger. A life she wouldn’t ever want to live.

“Cigarette?” Arthur pushed the cigarette into her hand before he opened the car door for her, allowing her to walk into the all too familiar pub. Only as she set her foot inside did she begin to notice that the pub wasn’t filled with its usual crowd, no, but an unexpected duo was watching her every step. Her insides screamed at her to turn around, breath hitched in her chest.

“Sit.” Her husband pointed towards the chair in front of him, smoking his cigarette with an unemotional expression tugging on his features. Arthur gave her a slight push, forcing (y/n) to walk closer. Her eyes didn’t part from those she had held contact with ever since she had been a child, heart clenching in her chest as she began to realise what was about to happen. 

For a few seconds they were surrounded by nothing but silence, with four pairs of eyes watching the woman, waiting for her to speak up, to ask questions, but (y/n) knew better, keeping her mouth shut. Her eyes fluttered from Tommy to Arthur, to John, and lastly to Alfie. 

“I called Margaret this morning, tell me, (y/n), why did she tell me that she hasn’t seen you in weeks?” Tommy’s sharp voice left her tensing, tongue running along her lower lip to find the right words to speak. But she couldn’t, her throat was too tight, mouth too dry to even articulate a single word threatening to leave her pressed together lips. “You see, at first I didn’t think any of it, it’s true, I pulled away from the marriage I should have paid more attention to, but if I’d known that my own wife would betray me, I would have locked you up in our bedroom. Tell me, how deep does your betrayal run?”

A scoff left (y/n), ignoring her husband’s words as her eyes focused on Alfie. She tilted her head to the side, just like she had done the day prior, thinking through their conversation again before she finally broke the silence, “This is what you call surviving, Alfie? Going against your oldest and most trusted friend? And don’t you dare to tell me God fucking told you to go against me. What are you even getting out of this?” 

She couldn’t help but pick up on the confusion now swimming in Tommy’s pupils, gaze flickering between (y/n) and Alfie.

“It’s like I told you, yeah, surviving is always what you should focus on. Your husband here is a bit slow, but he asked questions you gave me no answer to.” Alfie kept his voice calm, keeping details from her she’d have to beg for. She had always known that he was giving into more deals than any other gangster she knew, eventually betraying those he treated like his own family. But not once had (y/n) even dared to think that he’d betray her. 

“Arthur, John, show Alfie Solomons the way out, I have some things to talk about with my wife.” Tommy’s eves didn’t leave hers, not as Alfie rose to his feet, coming to a halt next to (y/n) to try and squeeze a shoulder, a touch she flinched away from, not as Arthur and John disappeared outside with Alfie slowly following them. And once again (y/n) and Tommy were engulfed by the all too familiar silence they’ve grown to accept, but today it had an uncomfortable touch to it, making her skin crawl. 

“Solomons and who else? Who else did you do business with?” She kept quiet, squeezing her eyes shut as Tommy smashed his palm flat against the table. Anger flushed through his veins, too blind to see through the fog of confusion he was trapped in, not understanding what she had done and why she had done these deals after all. “Fucking speak to me, woman!”

“Fuck you, Thomas. Do you even understand what I did for you? I saved your life too many times to count. I managed to hold Campbell back as much as possible, I stopped Alfie from giving into deals that would have ended your life before you could even begin to understand what he was doing, even the fucking Italians. But you had to fuck this up, you had to boast your fucking ego, while you were too blind to even realise that your own fucking wife, the one you left behind like some used whore you forgot to pay, was the reason your business kept growing.” She rose to her feet, walking past Tommy to pour herself a glass of bourbon, drowning the shot in one go. Her eyes fluttered close as the alcohol burned down her throat, welcoming the distraction from the pain that forced her heart to clench. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have worked together.” No longer did his voice carry any anger, almost quiet as if he was whispering. Slowly she turned back towards him, keeping her distance with her back pressed against the bar. 

“Work together? You pushed me away whenever I tried to speak to you about the business. You were simply too proud to work with your wife, so I had to take matters into my own hands before your pride would kill you.” He lit a cigarette, pulling it from his lips to reach it out for her to take. It took (y/n) a second to snap into motion, walking towards her husband with slow, calculated steps. His hand snapped out to grasp her wrist, pulling her into his lap before she could turn away. 

“What shall I do with you, woman?” She deeply inhaled, letting the smoke flush through her lungs, leaving deathly marks that would eventually be her death call, should the business she was now fully trapped in not catch up with her first. “You won't tell those you do business with that I know about this, perhaps we can use this to our advantage. But I need you to be honest with me from now on, are we clear?”

“Who would have thought we’d ever end up doing business with one another, mister Shelby.“ He took the cigarette from her, placing it between his lips for one last drag, watching her with curiosity filling his pupils. „I have one condition though.”

“Come home to me, Tommy, I won’t endure the silence in our home any longer.” 

[wol-fica]

You could do a Jenna one where reader is filming a show or movie and hasn’t seen Jenna in months except for over the phone and Jenna makes a surprise visit on readers birthday. Like the whole cast and directors of the movie or show is in on it.

summary - ^ (reversing the roles) (also going to be apart of the Rechezame Series)

an - hope everyone is having a wonderful day :)

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“Shit.” Jenna mumbles to herself, closing her eyes in irritation.

She was on set for Beetlejuice 2, and she just couldn’t get her lines right. Wether it was because she hasn’t been sleeping properly, or because she’s been cooking under the hot london sun all day, either way she was fucking up and it was making her mad.

“Take a break Jenna, we’ll start again in 30.” Tim said, patting her shoulder before walking off to the directors booth.

She sighed, grabbing her water bottle off the ground before stalking off to her tent. Everyone she passed steered clear of her, using their common sense to see that she was very annoyed. As soon as she got into her tent, she flopped down in her chair and put her head in her hands, a groan passing her lips.

Her assistant, Megan, was warily watching her from the corner. She was new, and the poor girl was very sensitive and would collapse to her knees with an apology anytime she did something wrong. Fortunately, Jenna has you as her first assistant, and you could teach Megan things very easily.

Unfortunately, you were across the ocean.

When Jenna had to leave to go film for Beetlejuice 2, you had to stay behind due to a loss of a family member. You wanted to go with her, but she made sure you stayed so you could be properly taken care of by your mom.

You would call Jenna as often as you could, but recently you haven’t been answering any of her attempts at contacting you. As of this morning, your location had turned off for her, in which made her paranoid, then in a crying mess, and now this. She had never realized how much she depended on you until now, and it was killing her to not know where you were.

“Jenna!” An angry male voice said, making her snap her head up.

“Yeah?” She replied wearily, confused to what he wanted.

“You left the bike in the middle of the road, someone hit it!”

Jenna winced, getting up out of her chair, “I’m sorry, I’ll go and-.”

“The damage is already done, but the person who hit it is not happy and wants to see who left it there.” He growled, turning on his heel and leaving her tent.

She watched him go with a confused expression, glanced at Megan who shrugged, and decided to follow him out. Her brown eyes scanned the set, finding the bike resting against someone’s leg. It was a girl, with strikingly beautiful eyes and supple skin that looks awfully familiar…

“Jenna!” You waved, moving to set the bike down and walk over to her.

She was frozen for a moment, before sprinting at you with full force. Your arms were open, welcoming her into your warm arms. She launched herself at you, wrapping you up in a bone crushing hug that made you feel like she broke a few ribs.

“Ah ouch.” You strained, patting her back with a gentle smile, “G-guess you missed me?”

She pulled back, grabbing your face and bringing you down into a deep kiss. Your teeth clashed with hers, her lips drawing you down into her. A breathy moan escaped her mouth, quiet but enough that you could hear and feel things from it.

But then suddenly, she pulled back and slapped you across the face.

“How DARE you turn off your location!” Jenna yelled, throwing her hands up, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

You chuckled, holding one side of your face while reaching for her, “I didn’t want you to know I was coming…”

Jenna took a step back, glaring harshly at you. You sighed, dropping your hand so you could grab hers.

“Baby I swear, I’ve been planning to surprise you!” You said, trying to explain.

“I was worried, you weren’t answering any of my texts and then suddenly you disappear off of Life360.” Jenna’s bottom lip wobbled, “I though you died.”

You smiled, pulling her into your chest, “Clearly I’m not dead.”

She glared at you again, this time landing a sharp jab to your stomach that had you doubling over in pain. A groan passed your lips, but your face was grabbed so Jenna could look at your reddening cheek.

“Sorry.” She muttered, pressing a loving kiss to the irritated spot, “You just scared me, don’t even do that again.”

You nodded, giving the crew members a weak thumbs up while they just nodded with awkward smiles and looked away. Jenna hugged you again, rubbing her hand on the bruise forming on your upper abdomen.

“I’m glad your here, my beautiful girl.”

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[drewsbuzzcut]

Can you write a little blurb where Mat and Y/N are just dating, with no kid, and spend the afternoon making out ?

Warnings: smuttish and alcohol consumption

“Maty,” you breathe out, hands glued to your boyfriend’s back as your chest heaves into his.

You’re laid out on his couch with him hovering over you. His body is nestled safely between your thighs as he kisses away your struggles of the day.

“What, pretty girl?” His voice is dipped in honey, eyes darkened and alluring.

Your words die on your tongue, every thought being consumed by Mat. It’s crazy how drawn you are to him, but you welcome it with open arms.

“I love you,” you whisper, your hand cupping the back of his neck to bring him back into a kiss.

It’s not rough but it’s not soft. There’s a mix of teeth clashing and lip biting, drawing deep and guttural moans from each other as if it’s a game to see who moans the most. His touch is soft, though. His hand caresses your cheek, cards through your hair, or explores the curves of your body.

“I love you.” It’s whispered into your skin as his lips trail down your mouth and to your neck. A line of fire is left behind, your skin turning red and sensitive.

He sucks your skin into his mouth, leaving little love bites behind. Your hands grip onto his hair, tugging and twirling the strands. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer- even though his body is flush against yours already. You lift his head away from your chest, your eyes hyper focused on his wet and swollen lips. You flip him over and straddle his torso, hands pressing into his pecs.

You give him a lopsided grin which he returns with his boyish smirk. You reach out for your forgotten glass of wine that’s sitting on the coffee table, eyes on his as you take a sip. Excess wine drips down your chin and onto your chest, catching Mat’s gaze. You know what he’s thinking before he can make a move or say a word. You peel off your top and let your bare breasts fall with a teasing bounce.

“Fuck, I need you,” he pulls you down and stuffs his face between your boobs. His mouth engulfs your flesh, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“Kiss me,” he barks and scoots you down his body. You love the way his hands press firmly into you.

You press a hand into his throat and ghost your lips against his.

“We’ve been kissing all day,” you point out.

“And we’re going to make out for the rest of the night. Just so you know,” he pinches your nipple, making your back arch.

“Just make out? You’re not even going to fuck me on your couch?” You say with a sultry lilt.

“I’ll fuck you on every surface until you’re screaming and trembling underneath me,” he leans up and speaks into your ear.

You can already feel your legs tremble with how hard you keep trying to clench your legs closed. You’re needy for friction.

Throwing whatever crumb of control you had out the window, you push him into the couch and shove your tongue down his throat. Your lips dominate his as your hips roll over his clothed cock.

He flips you back over, body shadowing yours and ripping off whatever clothing you had left. It’s his turn for his mouth to devour yours, his wild tongue exploring you. A fierce flame roars in your lower belly and you can’t wait for it to be put out with your sexy ass boyfriend’s cock.

a/n: I hope you enjoy it nonnie! As well as the rest of you lovelies<3

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I Request an Old Era One Piece, the Old Era is when Gol. D. Roger and Whitebeard and Big Mom and Monkey. D. Garp where in their prime, and let's have a Mitsuri Reader. Like you know how Gol. D. Roger and Whitebeard Clashed? And their crews and them fought each other for 3 days and 3 nights and then traded stuff and drank and had fun on the fourth day. Let's have the Mitsuri!Reader on Whitebeard's Crew, one of the few women on his crew. And you can decide whatever next! Have a good day! Sorry if this is long-

-You were one of the only women that Whitebeard allowed in his crew, you had proven yourself early on by easily defeating most of his crew without even drawing your sword! You didn’t have a Devil Fruit ability, but your immense strength and combat skills made you a very dangerous opponent.

-It was just rather funny that your power and skills didn’t match your vibe. You were a ditz, always crying or gushing about boys, stuffing your face with Sakura mochi, and being physically affectionate with the other members of the crew.

-You were comfortable in your body, as in you weren’t overly shy with showing off certain parts of your body, something the rest of the crew had to get used to, especially when you would hug them, greeting others so warmly when they arrived back on the ship.

-They had all quickly adopted you, turning you into their sister, one that they were ready to throw hands for and protect, as they were worried that men from other crews were going to try to trick you and take you away from them.

-When you heard that your crew would by fighting against Roger’s crew, you were excited, hoping for some strong opponents to challenge yourself against, as there weren’t many that could handle your strength, without Devil Fruit abilities at least.

-You had so much fun, charging in with the others, seeing so many strong and good-looking men, perhaps you would find a husband amongst them!!

-Roger’s crew was quick to underestimate you, some of them catcalling you, trying their luck with you. They weren’t expecting your ribbon-like sword paired with powerful kicks and punches, easily handling large groups on your own.

-Roger figured out that you were a weak spot, as he clashed with Whitebeard, “That Y/N of yours is pretty cute- I’ll make her join my crew when I win!” Whitebeard responded with a furious face, charging in, “DAMN YOU ROGER!!”

-By the end of three days and nights of constant fighting, you were glad to see the two crews laughing, having fun as a huge party with lots of food and drinking.

-Roger’s men were all glaring over at you, as you had Buggy in your arms, hugging him close, finding him adorable, “You’re so brave to be fighting with everyone else!” while Buggy was trying to get free, “Let me go!!” embarrassed about being so close to the bare flesh of your chest while Shanks was being a gremlin, grinning while teasing Buggy for being so shy, which only caused more yelling.

-The rest of your crew were around you, creating a protective barrier, glaring daggers at the grown men of Roger’s crew, silently threatening them, telling them to stay away.

-It wasn’t fair that the two youngest were allowed to be near you! Roger was already planning on the next fight, as he wanted to take you away so you could dote on all of them too!!

[shanjisan]

The face - Kiba Inuzuka.

Warnings: Kiba Inuzuka x F| Reader.Not edited. +18 Smut. NO minors.

At first it was kind of funny to Kiba how you finally came out of your shell and joked with him, that was until it was already unbearable.

It all started because of that damn video on Tiktok of a girl talking about how men when kissing had a ridiculous "face" that he was sure he didn't make.

But now you had been mocking him incessantly every time he came close to kissing you, he hadn't even moved his face towards you when you were already cringing in raucous laughter.

So now he had you on the bed doggy style pounding your pussy with his big cock at a frantic pace, his hand had reached your arms holding them in a firm grip against your lower back and his other hand squeezed your chin, revealing to the mirror in front of you your messy hair, flushed and drooling cheeks, your eyes remained rolling to the top of your head.

"Look at you, who looks so silly now? Huh?" his fingers were entering your mouth and his cock kept drilling inside your wet walls, your lack of response caused him to slow down his movements

"Ooh Kibaa, please don't stop please" you let out a desperate moan you tried to move your hips against Kiba, but he held you in a tight grip.

"I'll move when you stop being a fucking tease" he growled in your ear and leaving little nibbles on your lobe "now be a good girl and kiss me.

With a careful movement he turned your head to the side and crashed his lips with yours, you could feel his tongue brushing all over your cavity, his teeth clashed, it looked like a power fight in which Kiba took the advantage by far.

You could still feel his cock throbbing inside you, his movements were slow but each rubbing made you tremble with need, he was touching all the sensitive spots. Kiba pulled away from you, throwing you a voracious look, he let go of your arms and before you could steady yourself he put one hand on your neck and pressing you against the pillow, his other hand was in charge of pulling your ass up, his head bent towards you.

"Now princess, if you want to cum you better say the words I want to hear."

Without you having time to speak, Kiba sank completely into you drawing a moan from both of us, he rammed into you, a few, two, three times deeply, his body slamming into yours so intensely until he stopped again.

"Oh god damn it, Kiba. Move you son of a bitch" you screamed, you tried to prop yourself up on your forearms but Kiba pressed your head against the pillow again.

"Woah what a rude little mouth you have, but that's not what I wanted to hear precious " out of the corner of your eye you glimpsed how he had a self-centered shit eating grin.

Kiba settled his body pressing deliciously against you and placing his foot firmly on the bed now having a better thrust. His view was spectacular, your big ass presenting itself to him and your slippery pussy swallowing his cock exquisitely.

He could hear your need filled gasps and how your pussy was getting wetter. He pushed gently sheathing himself inside you, feeling your walls squeezing him, he kept on ramming looking for that special place and his hand went around you sliding into your folds and circling your swollen clit, caressing it and fiddling with it. Your eyes watered and your chest felt heavy as did your breathing.

"Kib I'm so sorry, I won't tease your pretty little face again, but please fuck me" you sobbed.

Kiba couldn't help but feel a deep pleasure and tightness in his chest knowing how needy you were for him, his head rested on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses on your cheek.

"What a good girl, now let me reward you."

I got this little idea after I saw a tiktok of a girl making the expressions of how guys kiss and literally when I went to kiss my guy he made the same damn absolute relaxed face hahaha, now I can't help but laugh every time he comes to kiss me. I definitely think Kiba makes the same face when kissing.

I hope you liked it, comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated, I love you guys so much 💞.

[koishua]

moments like these: park jay

requested by: @kdyism here | wc: 0.737k | fluff, idol!au

he is your jay and he hopes that he will forever remain as yours.

i hope you like this, yunn!! i finished record of youth and was in my celebrity au feels :') i forgot how in love i was with jay haha

reblogs and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!

the sun sets the room in a warm glow, casting hues of orange and gold. the glasses you’d enjoyed sipping on a cool lemonade in catch a few streams of light, colors of the rainbow refracted onto the coffee table. lounging on the sofa is a drowsy jay clad in a pair of comfortable pajamas (a white t-shirt and dark red sweatpants, really).

the scene on the screen of the laptop resting on the table is paused with you taking a quick break to fill up your bowl with some more popcorn. you had been watching one of jay’s favourite dramas again from the very beginning and even from the kitchen, you can hear him grumbling about how you’d chosen to pause at the worst possible moment in between the action.

“oh, stop pouting. i’m coming.” so used to his antics, you could almost see the way he rolls his eyes at your remark. 

pausing the timer right before the microwave hit zero, you pull out the fresh bach of popcorn. once you’d filled up the bowl, you moved merrily into the small, yet cozy, living room, plopping down next to your adorably unhappy jay. 

your jay. it still feels unreal as he smiles brightly at your return, thanking you for the snack and wrapping an arm around your frame to bring you in closer, resting his cheek on your head. this moment, and every other moment leading up to this very one, is everything you’d ever desired and more. this sense of peace and safety, warmth and comfort– you’ve never been more relaxed (never felt more loved) in your life. and it all had started with him.

your jay.

vincenzo plays on in the background as you seek for the hand he’d decided to rest around your waist, drawing small circles over his skin as you relish in his presence. you can feel his smile eventually growing wider as the clock ticks on, tightening his hold on you to pulls you impossibly closer. he flips his hand around to lace his fingers through yours, still not saying a word, his eyes trained on the show. it doesn’t last long, however, because fatigue starts catching up to him from the busy week’s activity.

you close the laptop when his hand slowly slips out of yours, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. your small adjustment stirs him instantly awake, though, so you chuckle affectionately and lay back against the soft arm of the couch, the furniture barely long enough to accommodate his height. your jay hums contently, still half-sleep while you pull the thin sheet over your shoulders.

you’re facing each other and through your awe at how calm and beautiful he looked whilst battling against sleep, trying to stay awake for a little longer fro your sake, you spot a lash on his cheek. gently brushing a finger over his skin makes him smile, leaning into your touch.

moments like these are what he cherishes the most. for jay, it’s just being next to you (so close), that makes everything worth it. the nightly escapades with pulled hoods and inconspicuous face masks as to not be recognized, the secret rendezvous at hidden locations just so you could see each other again– heading directly to your place any time he gets the chance despite his packed schedules that often times clashed with your during the day, so the only chance you could see each other were well after darkness had settled. moments like these made everything worth it.

too bad he only had this one day off for the next two weeks. he would miss having you by his side terribly. 

he sighs, lazily throwing an arm over your side. “why can’t we stay like this forever?”

you can’t give him an answer (he knows it already and he knows that you know it as well). this was something you’d both discussed about early into your relationship, building the foundation at which your strong bond and understanding of each other (for each other) stood. no words need to be said as he tilts his head to press a tender kiss on your temple.

this moment would not last long, so you do everything you can to make it worth a long while and because it’s jay (your jay), it’s easy to just be happy.

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[legendofzoodles]

LU as Friendship Dynamics

Sky and Wild = “supportive rivals”

I love the idea that these two are frenemies, with their bumby friendship slowly smoothing over with time. Sky comes off as sweet and in many ways perfect, while Wild once had a perfect persona 100 years ago but got a lot rougher around the edges after waking up. I feel like even after sorting through what I explored in the story Recovered Regrets, they’d still clash. 

It’s funny how they mirror each other: one had years to train and prepare, the other had less than months. Both versions of the reincarnating evil they fought were arguably at their most powerful. Sky’s quest went near perfectly and he got to forget about it as time past, Wild got it on his second try and can’t forget. Skyloft was untouched by Demise’s influence, Wild’s Hyrule was devastated by Calamity Ganon. First and last in the timeline, both knights. 

[Wild showing Sky how to play snow bowling]

Wild: [misses 2 pins] Shoot!

Sky: Still impressive.

Wild: Yeah well, I’ll get the rest on my next shot!

Sky: Like how you defeated the Calamity on your second try?

Wild: [throws a snowball at his face]

I just want them to take lighthearted jabs at each other and for Wild to bring out sassy Sky. 

Four and Hyrule = “’overthinking this’ and ‘no thoughts, head empty’”

They bounce off each other in consistently surprising and endearing ways. If the chain were to split up in a temple and these two ran into a difficult dungeon puzzle, Four would be drawing all over the floor and walls in chalk trying to figure it out while Hyrule is sat on a ledge next to him swinging his legs patiently.  

Hyrule: You got it yet?

Four: No...but I think I’m close. 

Hyrule: Ok, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

Four: Actually, do think you could check this for me?

Hyrule: [squinting at Four’s writing]

Hyrule: Let’s take a break. 

Or if the two would be in a town for something, Four would try to keep them on track, but Hyrule was be forever wondering off and checking things out. But if he ever has to talk to people big brother Four will be there if he gets flustered or awkward. 

Twilight and Legend = “’big soft’ and ‘angry smol’”

So hear me out: monsters are besieging a town and the chain need backup. The town has soldiers, but the town’s Lord has them stationed around his walled fancy home. So Warriors asks Legend and Twilight to threaten persuade him to lend them his forces.  

Legend: [bursting through the doors] I need you to listen to me.

Haughty Lord: [standing up] Why should I even give you the time of day?!

[Twilight emerges behind Legend, sword drawn]

Haughty Lord: [visibly intimidated]

Legend: [crosses arms] Well?

Haughty Lord: [sitting down] Point taken, continue. 

Legend with his sharp tongue would surgically dismantle any argument brought forth by the selfish lord. While Twilight stands next to him, silently discouraging the lord from ordering his goons to ‘escort’ them out with only his ominous presence. Literally all he has to do is stand there. He’s a buff dude in a wolf pellet, no one’s gonna mess with that. 

On the flip side if Legend gets into a petty spat with a villager or street vender then Twilight can diffuse the situation without taking sides. Or just pick up the angry bunny and walk away from the situation. 

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Thanks for reading!

Masterlist

9th place in the LU character design ranking

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

Parkour team - LU drabble

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[numberonetrashwitch]

I LOOOOOVE WRITING BANTER I LOVE IT (!!!!!)

Astarion, Wyll, Gale and Shadowheart just mudwrestling with words is the best thing in the world. Like they have, collectively, 4 working braincells and still they throw more hands than their literal fighter-companions.

And i love just writing Karlach being the bubbly happy kid she is, while leaving Lae'zel to be the one pointing out the truth so nonchalantly. Seriously, this is the reason why Gale has abs; not because he is a fighter, but 3 days with these idiots and they all have gained belly muscles from laughing.

I literally had a thought in my mind one day in which Astarion and Wyll peacock around each other to the point it almost get's ugly, just for Shadowheart to step in and say, loudly, "If you two are willing to practice your swordfighting, maybe you should do so in one of your tents" and Gale just wrecks in, grinning "Well it would spare us from watching" here, written out "You really think you're the best fencer here? Darling, i held a rapier before you were even born" Astarion said, lips curled in a sneer, faking an air of superiority. Wyll smirked, twirling his blade in a display of skill. "You might have the advantage of age, but as the Blade of Frontiers, i have proven my skills" Their bickering started that morning, drawing out painfully over the rest of the day. It hadn't been their first clash, but the tension between the pale elf and horned human seem to reach it's boiling point. Shadowheart's patience had worn thin. She slammed down her chalice, loud enough to draw attention to her - then she arched an eyebrow, a wry smile gracing her lips. "If you two are so eager to play with each other's sword, maybe you should do so in one of your tents" she remarked loudly. A hush fell over the camp, the atmosphere thick with awkward tension. Karlach was the first to break, trying and failing to stifle her laughter. "Well, it certainly would save us all the agony of watching" Gale remarked, always one to seize an opportunity. His hands never stopped stirring the pot in front of him. "Just be sure to put up a 'do not disturb' sign. We wouldn't want to accidentally walk in on ... practice." Lae'zel hissed "tchk - you two are laughably weak, a real sword takes two hands to handle"

[11vein]

Hey I’m making an OC and I had a hard time drawing a face and so because really like your art, I took inspo from how you draw faces and it’s really not that hidden. I actually really like it but I just don’t know exactly how ethical it is? I didn’t trace or anything I just looked at your characters faces for reference. Are you ok with this? It’s ok if you say no and if that’s the case then do you have any advice?

oh no worries!! using my work as reference is totally fine and im flattered ^^!! i do have some advice though here just from first glances and i think the legs are pretty short in comparison to the rest of the body especially on bottom half of them. you got the general idea of the joints though! if you want references on them i recommend looking at photos of poseable drawing figures, like the sh figuarts ones (tbf i need to reference them myself more lmao) my other suggestion is to adjust the palette a little maybe? these colors can absolutely work (i love the orange and the deep blue) but the shade of the shorts is maybe clashing a little bit?? (maybe black or gray shorts would be cute with it? just throwing some ideas out there :] ) anyway thats from first glances at this!! i think its rly cute!!!!!

[blueskittlesart]

Your thoughts on the phantom thief’s costumes?

oh this should be fun!! i included akechi and sumire also because i love talking so the more the better

joker: solid 9/10. easy to remember and draw which i appreciate. not a lot of color variation except for the red gloves, which i actually like ON HIM but i generally dislike the bright primary colored gloves as a common motif among all the thieves because i think it hinders most of their designs, with joker being the one exception.

ryuji: 8/10. harder to remember than joker's but i also don't draw him that much. again not much color variation but like. they're thieves. that's normal and makes sense. i love the metal spinal cord detailing on the back of his jacket!! my only real problem with it is the yellow gloves and red scarf. i think if the gloves HAD to be yellow then the scarf should have also been yellow to match, because since they're so similar in terms of saturation they end up fighting for attention.

ann: 0/10 god i hate this outfit. i literally cant stand it it's so god awful. the fact that they put a 16 year old girl in a skintight cat bodysuit with a boob window is one thing but like. they couldnt even make it look good. the pink gloves clash with the monotone red of the rest of the outfit. the boots are ugly and don't match the aesthetic of the catsuit. the zippers on the suit are clearly meant to add visual interest but just look stupid and impractical. NOT TO MENTION she breaks the theme of a primarily black outfit that (most of) the rest of them have going despite her codename being panther, a BLACK CAT??? why is it red. if i could kill the designers of this outift i would

yusuke: 6/10. would be infinitely better if it was a shirt and pants instead of a bodysuit. also the giant sleeves look stupid as hell <3 once again the bright blue gloves suck ass but at least they're SLIGHTLY brought in to the rest of the design with the blue stripes on the belt. honestly i think it would be better if they just ditched the gloves and made the belt stripes red to keep with the kitsune mask aesthetic but whatever. it could be way worse ig

makoto: 8/10. her mask is ugly let's get that out of the way first. sorry queen its the truth </3 aside from that i think she's got one of the better designs of the thieves. very cohesive aesthetic and it's almost exclusively black but doesn't lose detail (the silver metal accents help with this and are a very nice touch!) she's one of the few that doesn't suffer from the glove problem because her gloves are gray but if it were me i might have made them black. overall solid design

futaba: 7/10. one of the more practical designs which i think is cool! she's got arm and kneepads and pockets on her thighs which i think is very on-brand for a support character like her. she also keeps some aspects of her real-world fashion sense like her legwarmers and big platform shoes which is cool!! her color palette could be a liiiiitle bit more cohesive, she's got both gold and silver metal accents which throws me off a bit and the red of her goggle lenses ends up looking somewhat out of place with the rest of her green accents. she doesn't suffer from the glove problem though despite her gloves being bright neon green, i think because that same green is used just enough in other parts of her design that the gloves blend in more as an accent color.

haru: 10/10. my favorite design in the game BY FAR. she's got such a cool and cohesive aesthetic going. the pink accents are noticeable but don't overpower the black enough to make her look out of place with the other thieves, and the frilliness and puffiness of it also reminds me of her real-world fashion sense! she unfortunately is probably the biggest victim of the glove problem. the purple gloves absolutely destroy an otherwise beautiful color scheme and distract from all the beautiful details of her outfit because they just look SO out of place. i don't hate them enough to dock her points but if they were just. black. or pink even. then she would be completely perfect

pre-reveal akechi: 10/10. ok i laughed out loud when i first saw this because it looks fucking stupid and i recognize that objectively it looks fucking stupid. but from both a design and lore standpoint its. good. it is genuinely very good. it's got a cohesive color scheme and aesthetic which visually places him opposite joker--he is white with red and gold accents in direct contrast to joker's black with red and silver accents. certain aspects of his design seem to deliberately parallel joker's--the v-shaped buttons on his coat are an obvious imitation of the v-shaped accents on joker's waistcoat, the cuffs on his sleeves look just like joker's, the v-cut of his cape is reminiscent of the slit in the back of joker's coat, etc etc. even his gloves (which have to be spotlighted because ive done it for everyone else) are a parallel to joker's--white against red cuffs as opposed to red against black cuffs. from a design standpoint everything about this design is SCREAMING at you that akechi is a direct parallel of joker, and it's done very well imo. from a lore standpoint i can't help but wonder if he made these decisions deliberately, as some sort of challenge to joker or something, since he's the only character who mentions putting actual thought into their outfit.

post-reveal akechi: 3/10. i don't want to be mean but this was a huge downgrade. it's got some good things going for it--the mask is cool, and definitely better than the ugly shit he was wearing before, and the way certain aspects become almost corrupted, like the cape and belt, is a cool touch. however i think a lot of what i praised his pre-reveal design for made things difficult for the designers of this outfit. so much of white knight akechi seems deliberately designed to mirror joker, to be the white to joker's black. so when the designers had to do a dark version of akechi, they ended up backed into a corner, because simply turning akechi's old design black would leave him looking far too similar to joker, who, crucially, he is rejecting completely in order to attain this form in the first place. what the designers settled on was an evil candycane, which. well. i think we could maybe have done a little better. i think leaning into the prince thing might have helped--going from a prince of justice to a prince of darkness, keeping that aesthetic but twisting it into something more disney-villain-esque. at the very least he needs to not be wearing a striped bodysuit. please. im sympathetic to the problems the designers must have faced with this one but im SURE there's a solution that isn't a skintight purple monstrosity.

sumire: 5/10. sigh. this one is hard for me. because if i look at it objectively i think that her design is GOOD. like it's cohesive, it's pretty, the elements fit together, etc etc. but i can't get past the fact that they just straight up made her female joker. like the poor girl can't even get her own outfit. i know she's the love interest but COME ON can we give her a little more agency here PLEASE. the leotard is the only thing that feels definitively like HER because gymnastics and everything else just kind of feels like a genderbent joker cosplay to me. for every other character in this game their thief costume's aesthetic can be related somehow back to them as a character--their motivations, their innermost desires, their personality, SOMETHING. sumire just. gets none of that. she gets to be Joker's Girlfriend. and yeah maybe you could make the case that she like doesn't know who she is or whatever and that's why she defaults to him but it still feels CHEAP. she doesn't even get her own glove color. EVERY OTHER CHARACTER IN THE GAME has a uniquely ugly glove color except sumire who has to share with joker because she is his girlfriend. ugh

[thestandardgirl]

hello

I've been writing since forever. It's the only way I can express myself. When I was about 5 years old and didn’t know how to write, I once took a piece of paper and a pencil and took it to my mother, and I asked her to write down my memoirs like Emília from Sítio do Pica Pau Amarelo (a Brazillian TV show for kids). ''What memories do you have, you're only 5 years old'' was the answer I heard. I think I just wanted to record my life. I needed to write some things down before I forgot what I was thinking about.

so, ever since I learned to write, I have had my diaries and filled them with my anguish. When I was a teenager, I used to write on tumblr, because I was afraid my mother would read my diary (I caught her doing that once, but that's a topic for another day). I love to reread what I was feeling at a certain time in my life. the other day I was reading about how I was suffering from crush on a guy at school, more or less in 2015, and today I don't even remember who that guy was. I don't even remember his name, much less his face. funny how things work. will it be that 10 years from now I'll read in my diary about how I'm grieving for my breakup with my most current ex, and think ''wow, how silly of me, I don't even remember him properly''? I really hope so. because now it seems that this pain will never go away.

but anyway. about me and my writing. I am that person who avoids conflicts as much as possible. I don't know how to talk when it's time to fight, I don't know how to think under pressure, I don't like to talk. if someone yells at me, I cry. I decided to go for the academic route at university precisely for that reason. I like to research and write my findings. if you don't agree, you can write an article refuting me. if I find it pertinent, I write another reply. no face to face, no clash.

and I love to read. my favorite genres are fantasy and romance. 95% of what I read is fiction. I love living other people's lives, falling in love with vampires and fighting epic battles - things I wouldn't have the courage to experience in my real life. it hasn't been long since this desire arose, but I started wanting to write myself. create my own stories and perhaps support someone like my favorite authors support me. but I still don't feel ready for that. I think I still need to grow a lot with my writing. I'm insecure, and I'm afraid of finishing a project like this and not feeling comfortable with the end result - I think I also end up being too much of a perfectionist sometimes.

I'm also not a very creative person in the artistic sense of the word. I don't know how to play any instruments, or draw, or cut paper and create collages. no matter how hard I tried, and took classes in all sorts of activities, my brief dreams of being an architect or fashion designer or actress/singer were always just that: brief and dreams. but with writing it is not like that. I don't need fancy and specific materials, nor a gigantic idea right from the start; I can control and write little by little; I can go back to the beginning and change something without it compromising too much of the rest of the text.

that's why I'm here! I think writing these texts reflecting on my life is a good way to start this writing career - also because this is not my career, so unfortunately I'm not fully dedicated to writing and I have bills to pay…. and anonymity is also something that comforts me. for now, the only way for me to publish anything and not throw up with anxiety of people I know reading it, is under a pseudonym. I'm not ready for people to know me personally, and I'm afraid of possible confrontations for the truths I intend to write about.

in short: I haven't revolutionized anything yet, I haven't had any brilliant ideas to save the world, I haven't even figured out how to deal with my own insignificant problems. but I hope to find all of that. and also to find someone to talk about life.

yours sincerely,

standard girl

[zeldaelmo]

Believe, chapter 3 (chapter 1, chapter 2)

Leaves whirled through the air in tornadoes, orbs of light — magic — shot around in wild frenzy, blue and green and sickeningly orange, bolts of lightning split the stone pedestal in two where it hit the floor, and in the middle of it all was Hylia, glowing in strings of gold and clashing her sword with a demon. Or whatever that guy was exactly, but he sported crystal earrings, a wild flying cape, and eyeliner — he fought like a cheerleader danced but with a sword — there was no way this drama queen wasn’t high up in the ranks of the bad guys.

Hylia moved much less dramatically. Her sword was the epitome of efficiency, swift and precise, but the hits she landed didn't seem to do the damage Link would have expected. Their weapons clashed once more and quivered against each other in a stalemate. Sharp eyes painted purple looked over Hylia’s shoulder, a vicious grin spreading on white lips. “Oh, look, your lapdog is back.”

“I told you he would come,” Hylia hissed without bothering to turn, all warmth that her voice had held for Link earlier gone. “You’ll never understand the true power of courage and devotion.”

“You doubt my devotion, White Goddess? Oh, you foolish thing. No one is dedicated to Demise like the Demon Lord Ghirahim!”

Link nearly snorted. Bingo, demon. He didn't snort, of course, especially not with the demon now abandoning Hylia and stepping up to him. A shield of buzzing red magic popped up around them that Hylia's sword seemed useless to. Link shivered. The demon had been toying with her all along. 

Great news, really. If this was a dream, now was the time to wake up. 

"Ah, look at that." The demon's voice was a knife in a jar of honey. "He has the sword. Now, that's unexpected." He took the time to flip his bangs out of his sight and addressed Hylia. "Only took you a few centuries, huh?"

Hylia's brows were drawn together, her mouth slightly agape — did she plead for something? Link couldn't figure out what. 

"He's here," she spoke when it became obvious Link wouldn’t answer, voice hard. "That's all that matters."

Uh, yes, he was here, but… that didn't mean…

"I see he's a skilled swordsman, congrats." The demon cackled, throwing his head back, and Link kept his gaze on the demon’s fancy cape and did not look at the sword casually resting on his own shoulder like a baseball bat.

"Why don't you give your shiny new sword to me, hm? You don't know what to do with it anyway." He came closer, stepping a half-circle around Link and pretending to draw his finger over the blade and licking it clean. Good God, what was wrong with his tongue?! That thing was disgustingly long!

"Link, no!" Hylia ran toward him, but the barrier pushed her back. "Link, this is the only weapon that can best Demise, it's—"

"Your only hope in a lost war." The demon laughed again, high and loud, then he bowed down to Link. "Now what a misfortune it would be if you lost it, right?"

"Link, please, whatever he does, stay strong, we'll sort this out! Just don't give it to him!" Frantically, Hylia shot magic at the barrier, jabbed her sword at it, and in the end, she even threw pebbles, but to no avail. It didn’t budge.

"Link's the name, yes?" 

Link nodded, pulse drumming against his skull worse than any hangover. He was inside the barrier. With the demon. Hylia could not help him. He had a sword. The demon had a sword and magic. He didn't know how to use the sword other than, yeah, what? Wave it around? Great plan. Totally foolproof.

"So, Link. Do you see my absolute beauty of a sword here? What about I…" He drew a heart into the air with the tip that pulsated red with magic. "...sink it into your heart oh so full of courage?"

"Link! Fight him! Just… I don't know, try!"

Great advice. As if he had a chance against a blade wielded by someone a hundred times more skilled than him. Thousand times, probably.

The hilt of the sword in a vice-like grip he rasped out, "Or?" 

"Oh? How fun, White Goddess, your Hero is a gambler!"

Link feigned ignorance against Hylia's cries and focused on the spot between the demon’s eyes so he didn’t have to see her despair outside the barrier. "I said, or?"

"Or you give me your sword."

"Okay." Link made an effort to shrug casually and pushed the tip of the blade to the ground where it screeched on the stone. "I don't want it anyway."

"Noooooo!" Hylia slammed her fists against the barrier, but it stood steadfast against her golden light. "Link, no! Think of all the people! There’s a refugee camp in walking distance full of children, please! They will slaughter every single soul in this land!"

The demon came slowly back from his fit of laughter. "Really? You just give it to me? Just like that?"

"Yeah. I mean, I was on my way home before I came back and I have no use for a sword where I come from. So… just take it, then I'm rid of it." He pulled the pommel an inch back. "But only if you promise not to kill me."

"Oh, I'll promise you everything, Hero, everything." His eyes were wide but his pupils small, spittle threatening to drip from his mouth. “Just give it to me! The sword, oh, I’ll have the sword, Demise will reward me so well!”

Hylia's cries echoed through the shield, but Link spread his fingers and slid them further down the blade, making room. "Help yourself. This nonsense has wasted enough of my time already."

One last, scrutinizing look, and the Demon snatched the sword, greedy fingers wrapping around the hilt.

Hylia broke down, her forehead hitting the grass in her loud weeping.

Link, however, released the sword entirely. "Have fun with the Blade of Evil's Bane, you fool."

Hylia's eyes, red from storming and crying, snapped to Link's and he cracked a grin, just at the moment as an earth-shaking cry spewed from the demon's mouth. Beginning from the fingers that clutched the sacred sword, particles began to dematerialize from him, rhombus-shaped pieces flying through the air and crashing into the crumbling barrier. Ruby red smoke swirled around Link, grabbing at his limbs with hot, sooty hands, but the sword shone and shone in a proud blue, forcing the dark magic back. Hylia scrambled to her feet, finally pushing through what was left of the barrier and running up to him. Left and right her golden magic shot, enveloping and absorbing the red rhombuses, but she had only eyes for him. “Link! Did he hurt you?”

The air on the clearing finally lightened again and Link released a shuddering breath, his shoulders sagging. He picked up the sword, now free from any corruption. “No, I’m good.”

A delicate, quivering hand leaned on his shoulder and Link had never seen anyone so shaken. Her knees buckled, so he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her close, inhaled all the courage that still lingered in the air and pressed a featherlight kiss on her hair. Oh, he was going to hell for this blasphemy, but she needed support and who was he to forsake her? She melted into him, whispering nothing but, “Link.” He swallowed, his throat bobbing against her cheek — he might like his name in her voice a little bit too much for his own good.

Her fingers came up to play with his newly grown bangs and her frame strengthened again. “Please tell me, you knew that the sword would do that.”

“Well…” Link circled the sword in his hand, scrutinizing the spotless, blue-winged hilt. “Knowledge is a strong word.”

A light shake of her head let her hair tickle his skin. It prompted her to take a step back, raising her eyes to his, and he hurried to say, “I mean, you said it was the Blade of Evil’s Bane and that only someone worthy can touch it. I still don’t get why that should be me, but obviously it wasn’t him.”

She smiled, eyes crinkling and skin glowing gold. Oh, he had missed that sun on him. “Devotion and Courage have many faces.”

Link pulled a sigh from the very back corner of his soul. “He will come back, right? You’ll need to show me how to use this thing.” He swung the blade, promptly underestimated the weight, and had to lunge to catch himself from falling. Bashfully, he cleared his throat. “They won’t fall for the same trick twice.”

“He will come back, yes. And now they know that we have found our Hero and that you’re ill-prepared.”

“Hero,” Link echoed. The odd feeling of pieces clicking together arose inside him once again. He didn’t like it, exactly, neither that feeling nor the word, but something about it, about her felt like coming home and he was tired of the world leaving him out.

“My people will praise you as Hero, but I’ll continue to call you Link if you like that better.” She winked and curled her gentle hand around his arm, squeezing lightly. Link blinked away the very real image of him sinking his fingers into her blonde hair and pressing his lips to the lazily fluttering spot on her neck just to hear her breathe into his ear, to coax his name falling from her lips. Sacrilege, sacrilege, the voices in his head whispered, but he grinned to himself, basking in the soft look she gave him through her lashes. No, not sacrilege, worship, and that he decided, had a very different ring to it.

His stomach growled and the moment vanished. "Come." She laughed, released him, and whistled with both fingers. 

A gigantic… bird for the lack of a better word, drew a majestic circle over their heads and landed in front of them. A few red feathers flitted through the air, but the bird didn't seem to mind. Hylia patted its neck and it leaned into her touch like a pet. "He's a loftwing. He can carry us both."

"You found him."

Link startled, the sword nearly clattering from his grip. The bi—loftwing could speak. Of course, the loftwing could speak, and after everything he had just lived through, he drew the line at speaking animals?

"Yes, I found him,” she answered. “And we've gotten along splendidly, I couldn't be happier." 

Eh, well. He had admitted in the first five minutes that he was fresh out of jail and then he had pulled the sword out of spite, had run off and came back only to realize he had no idea how to use the damned thing. Splendidly, really.

“He looks a bit skimpy if you ask me.”

Hello? The loftwing could at least pretend that he was aware that Link could hear them. Pfft… “I’ve been a tiny bit underfed since I'm out of—, anyway, give me access to proper food and I’ll be in top shape in no time at all.” 

The loftwing tilted his beak, gave him a 'was-I-talking-to-you-or-what' look, and pushed his head back into Hylia's hand. “Where did you find him?”

“Long story… but he just let Ghirahim go up in smoke with nothing but his wits, so that’s a good start.” She sighed contently and climbed on the loftwing's back. “Bring us home.”

Link shouldered the sword and followed her outstretched hand without looking back.

[saltboroughs]

I think the Thumpers' feeling of otherness probably has something to do with how the entire art team can throw in their two cents when developing stuff now. Like, think about it. One of the main complaints during the early PB years, before and during the Kickstarter, was that it didn't feel cohesive because different artists were doing different things without seemingly much art direction leading towards cohesion (instance I remember people saying the lineart and genes clashed, and we just saw some fauna get reworked). This makes me assume that breed designs were done mostly independently from the rest of the team, and you can really see it in the pre-Thumper mystics (with the exception of the Fyret as the KS designed breed, but it still slots in pretty well with the rest, or at least it didn't draw significant complaints like the Thumpers did).

Now something that was drilled into our heads from day one was that all of the 20 breeds were already conceptualized. Though I don't think we ever got full clarification on what exactly that meant, since there's a pretty significant difference between having rough concepts already drawn out just needing refinement and having the base idea of "cat breed/cat-animal hybrid" written down. Prowlers (and Thumpers) were added to the roster after the Kickstarter ended, so they would've been conceptualized at the earliest before it ended, and the design process would've probably occurred at the start of 2023 after the budgeting was figured out. Around this time they announced all of their assets were going to be overhauled to have a more cohesive style, and it's also around this time that the devs and art team started talking a bit more about how everyone gives each other feedback to make things look more unified. This leads me to believe that whoever was behind designing the breeds now had to contend with more eyes on their work giving feedback, and needing to make more adjustments than before the Kickstarter (where I'm assuming the only feedback would be from the devs and the cat breed artist (which don't forget also had a pretty big change with two devs stepping down)). Now before anyone puts words in my mouth I am NOT saying it's a bad thing. It's just that (an assumed) different environment lead to different results, and we can very plainly see it with the Thumpers.

What does this mean for the future? I don't know. It really depends on how much of the original roster was already developed. The Thumper could be an indicator of how future mystics will be designed if the originals still haven't been actually drawn out, or they could end up sticking out like a sore thumb if they've already been drawn and are just going to be rendered without major adjustments. Ideally, I would want Thumpers to be redone to either better fit alongside the mystics we've already seen OR have a more... Transitional look? If that makes sense?

For a really extreme and weird example, look at the difference between the classic traditional and modern HD Simpsons. They look really different, but this didn't happen overnight. The change happened over the course of years and, if I'm remembering correctly was done semi-intentionally to ensure the look of the show wouldn't be completely different all of a sudden. If the mystic design philosophy has changed this much, then they should've eased us into it instead of dropping a whole rabbit on our laps.