#its a little dark themed tho so just keep that in mind

[nyctophiliq]

thinking heavy about the blackmailing trope with stalker! abby :(

cw; 18+ mdni, dark/nsfw content, STALKING, female-bodied reader, masturbation, blackmailing, manipulation, controlling themes, ooc abby (?)

originally abby didn’t plan on picking up this class, but well… things didn’t go well with her other subjects and she needed more credit before the semester ended so she could pass. thinking it through she didn’t mind it, in this world you can make big bucks off of it and she was kinda into the idea of everything that revolved around tech and computers, even tho she didn’t have her own until high school ended.

that’s the class she first saw you in, that computer science class. she had never seen you before, and later found out that you were accompanying one of your friends while you had a free period.

when her fascination with you doesn't go away, she is the sort to put hidden cameras in your dorms or even learn how to hack into your phone, laptop, and whatever else you own so she can monitor you and what you do. she is merely watching you take a shower or put on clothes, and she has no rational reasons for what she is doing.

but she gets sick of staring at your image on her displays since you are so monotonous and do so little in such a long time. however, there is no way you would attempt anything unless you knew she was watching you. that is until you storm into your room with heated skin and labored breathing; at that point, she refocuses her attention on you and becomes even more engrossed in what you are attempting to do when you reach beneath your bed.

her skin tingles with anticipation as you take out a box with a firm grip, toss away the lid, and remove your prized possession from it. a glass dildo with a few larger, knot-like sections that curve like a real cock and a sweet, pink heart-shaped handle. without much patience for foreplay and in a rush to get everything ready, you don't hesitate to force it down your own throat and saturate it in your saliva.

abby can see how your form twitches and your fingers dip to circle your clit since the cameras are at such an angle that they are only a few inches away from you and are peering down at you. normally, she would like to spend time by herself observing you, but because everything you did at that time seemed hurried and urgent, she was afraid she would miss something if she turned her gaze away.

because she can already hear you gagging on the dildo between your lips and slamming your hips into the air as you drool, she thought it was dumb of her to forget to get a recording of your noises. the toy is covered in enough saliva to have a slight sheen when you finally pull it out, after what seems like hours and hours. she catches her breath as you glide it down your body and groans as you shove it within your pussy, your juices pooling around the object and dripping onto your white bedding.

she has little to no patience, desperate to feel your skin against hers, that when you wake up the next day a dvd sits on your nightstand with a note on top of its cover and a little red bow tied around it. the note goes on and on, calling you "an ugly slut" and a "flighty degenerate she should just throw away" but she has an offer. after a few nights, she is more than willing to get rid of the video, of which she has the only copy.

and what can you do if not comply, meeting her at the designated spot and date, at the exact hour of the day just as she wants it. you wouldn’t want those little details about your life behind a closed door to get out, now would you? for everyone to see what a depraved whore you are to be used as nothing but a fuck toy. but she can help you, the two of you can help each other out, and that video you just saw? there will never be a sign of it anymore, nobody will see it. of course, she doesn’t tell you that she is gonna keep it on a separate hard drive for herself to sometimes take a look at but if she is in the mood for it, might just fuck you while making you watch it.

but a few nights will never be enough for her and she will keep making excuses to have you with her, keep you paranoid and have you look over your shoulder to make sure she isn’t plotting something really bad to cause you your downfall.

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober 2023 D1: Worship You - Seventeen - Woozi

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Seventeen Masterlist

Pairing:  Woozi - Jihoon x Afab! Reader

Genre: Soft Smut, Established Relationship

Summary: Jihoon once again cannot help but to indulge in his favorite form of stress relief...you. 

Warnings: Marking, some manhandling, dirty talk, unprotected sex? (never explicitly said either way, but no mention of protection so...stay safe), slight sub/dom themes if you squint, very very light degradation (not really tho). 

Word Count: 1143

To say Jihoon’s career was taxing would be an understatement. More often than not did he come home feeling as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Resolving that stress was nearly an art form in its own. Even so, it was an art form the two of you had nearly perfected, and yet it still astonished Jihoon how you couldn’t wrap your pretty little head around the fact that his favorite form of relief was to be between your thighs. It was his favorite form of anything to be honest, so long as he got to be there. In your mind, it was for the teasing, though Jihoon really had no intent to do that. 

Hearing the door slip closed and locked once more along with the sound of Jihoon’s bag hitting the ground rather heavily you knew it had been another intense day for him. Shoulders slumped and eyes heavy as his gaze found your form, softening as usual once he did, yet still not enough to fully charge him again. 

“Are you hungry?” You question, hands immediately moving towards his face once he’s within your reach, gently combing his bangs back and letting you see his full face. 

Jihoon only hums in response, burying his face in the crook of your neck to leave a kiss. His hands which had instinctively slipped around your waist drifting down until they were at the back of your thighs, gripping firmly and hinting at what was in store for you. It is more challenging to move due to his grip on you even as he leads you back towards the kitchen where you had been before his arrival. His hands only leave you to reach behind and turn off the stove so the food you had been working on won’t burn while he takes his time with you. Then his hands are on you again, helping you up onto the counter where he can have better access to you. 

The grip on your thighs firm as he presses them apart, watching how the oversized shirt you had on slowly raises up over the hem of the tiny little house shorts you had underneath. Something he bought a lot of for you for this very reason. Kneeling down to settle between them, his lips meet your left knee first, slowly trailing soft brief presses along the whole length of your thigh, going so far as to push up on the hem of your shorts just slightly before switching to your right thigh and working back up towards your knee. Humming against your skin once he gets there, looking through his lashes to meet your gaze.

“Always so soft...so breakable... and all for me.” His lips are pressed against you again, nipping this time as he starts to follow along his path again much slower this time. His teeth working against your flesh now as he leaves little bites and sucks in his wake, tongue always delicately slipping out to soothe over his actions and the marks they leave behind. 

His words register slowly due to his actions, voice strained with little whimpers and gasps, “Breakable?”

Jihoon chuckles against your thighs now, “Absolutely darling, that’s the best part. Now if you want me to give that filthy little cunt of yours some attention you best show it to me. Or I can keep satisfying myself with just your thighs instead if you like. After all, they are perfection.”

As if to prove his point he leaves a particularly dark mark behind now, only actually giving you the chance to squirm out of your clothes once he was satisfied with the way your thighs were littered with marks from his mouth. Standing again once he sees what you’re doing and letting you strip yourself, taking the time to do the same before he’s on you. His hands are on the counter on either side of you as he leans over your form. He looks into your eyes as if waiting for something and once you place your hands on his shoulders he snaps. Gripping them firmly and lifting them above your head, while his head brushes through your folds and slowly pushes in.

“So worked up from me worshiping these pretty perfect thighs, and here I thought I was for me.” Jihoon can’t help but mock with the hint of a smirk. Taking his time with you and letting you get used to the feeling. As much as he loved breaking you he never meant it in a way that would hurt you, and he always picked the pieces up once you were too fucked out to even register it properly afterwards.

It didn’t take long however for Jihoon to feel like he was missing something, hands leaving your wrists with a stern warning, “Keep them there until I say or I’ll be the only one cumming tonight.”

You whine but do as you're told, trying almost desperately to claw at the cabinets to find something to ground you. Jihoon’s hands are now free to find your thighs again, lifting them up until your legs are over his shoulders’ letting his mouth go back to marking up your legs as he fucks you deeper now. The sight of you losing yourself on his cock, thighs pressed against him and absolutely covered in his claim over you was making him lose his mind. Finally deciding to play your body the way he was truly good at and finding the spots that made you feel best as he was so proficient at by now.

“Touch the swollen little clit for me darling. I want you to throw yourself over the edge for me. Make that pretty little cunt cum all over my cock like a good girl.” Jihoon instructs, watching you do just so before thrusting harder to emphasize each of the next words he growls out, “My. Good. Fucking. Girl.” 

Only a few more thrusts and you’re falling into pure bliss, your climax triggering his as he slowly works you both through it. Gently letting your legs down and then helping you to the bedroom. Hands gently working out the strained muscles in your thighs even though he knows you wouldn’t say anything with how you love it too.

“I’m going to go warm up the food you were cooking earlier. I’ll bring it to you, just stay here and recover okay?” Jihoon promises, kissing your forehead before getting up to do that. Only stopping to look at you with a hum when you call his name.

“Can you get the ointment that helps the marks feel better too?” You meekly question, flustering some at the request and it makes him laugh.

“Oh, darling, I didn't forget about that. I was just waiting until I was truly done with you this evening for that.”

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[luvrseung]

𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 - TEASER

## synopsis! You were always filled with the urge to destroy perfect things. It just felt wrong to leave things untouched. People weren't an exception. So, what are you supposed to do when an angel appears in front of you? Well... ruin him of course.

## pairing! innocent! heeseung x corrupted fem! reader

## wc: undecided

## cw! biggg themes of religion,, religious guilt is very heavy through this (maybe i'm projecting), suggestive?

## a/n! hellooooo everyone! ive been writing so many things but keep falling uninterested like halfway through. this one tho!!!!! i am very motivated to write it and cant wait to share it! so heres a little teaser :P my reason for this being so religous-y is because i find the juxtaposition of something so pure and untouched with something so dark and corrupted really beautiful! also in no way am i trying to make fun of any religion. i was quite religious myself! i value and respect anyone in any religion! this piece was also kind of a reflection of my own inner turmoil... anyways! i hope you enjoy and please stay tuned to the end for a poll determining something tehe...AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS OFCCC!! NOW ENJOY!! ALSO NOT PROOFREAD SO PLS KEEP THAT IN MIND!

Every Sunday, your mother would wake you up early in the morning to attend church with your family. The thin line between filial obligation and genuine devotion blurred with each sunrise. Your parents approached church with a fervor you used to share. Honestly, you found it quite boring, like a duty. Don’t misunderstand, whispers of belief still flickered within you, undying embers that display a gentle glow. Even in moments of despair or dark times, you often find yourself praying to the Lord; but on top of the catholic school you had gone to for your whole life, you found Sunday services tedious, as en extension of what you went through on a daily basis. You also spent the last two nights wasted beyond belief, and you waking up early for church was the last thing you wanted to do. This Sunday was nothing special, unfortunately. Peeling yourself from the comfort of your bed, you slowly get ready for service.

Sitting in your pew, your mind can’t help but wander. Thoughts of anything and everything fill your mind, in attempts to keep you awake during the priest’s sermon. A gentle nudge from your mother jolted you back to a semblance of piety. Her whispered reprimand, "Focus, darling," carried the weight of disappointment and a subtle plea for adherence. You plastered a thin smile on your face and offered a barely-there nod. You have stared at the front of this church so many times, you could draw it without reference.

The vibrant hues of the stained-glass windows, the worn kneelers that bore the indentations of countless prayers, the stoic statues flanking the entrance, it all felt more familiar than comforting. Behind the granite altar, sat the deacon and altar servers; like usual. Except this time, your eye catches an unfamiliar face on the right side of the deacon. He sat toward the end, two other altar servers on his left side. He was dressed like the others, clad in the customary floor-length white robe. His hair was a dark red, a little bit longer, and parted a little toward the side. His eyes big, as his attention is on the priest and his words.

A sardonic chuckle bubbled up in your chest, a silent stir in the holy air. Angelic. That new altar server looked angelic. How utterly cliché. If you were any closer, your blatant staring would be a cardinal sin in its own right. Minutes bled into an eternity as you wrestled with the tedious sermon and the incredibly good-looking boy behind the priest. Just as his monotone reached a fever pitch, a stirring announced the impending communion. Relief, both welcome and unwelcome, washed over you. Relief from the droning sermon, yet unwelcome because it meant the inevitable procession of the altar servers – and your unexpected fixation. With a practiced efficiency, the servers rose, their white robes billowing as they glided down the aisle. Luck, or perhaps a touch of divine irony, had placed you at the very end of the pew, closest to the spectacle about to unfold.

Angel boy, as you couldn't help but label him in the traitorous corners of your mind, drew closer. His face, bathed in the soft glow of the stained-glass windows, held an enigmatic quality. Was it the hint of a smirk playing on his lips, or the way his eyes seemed to hold a depth that transcended the sterile walls of the church? The closer he got, the more the sanctity of the ritual blurred with a curiosity that felt both illicit and strangely sacred. Your eyes locked. Inevitably, undeniably. And your eye contact lingers for a beat too long. A smirk, barely contained, played on his lips before he flicked his gaze away. But not before a telltale blush bloomed at the tips of his ears. He finally makes his way out of your view. Shame, hot and unwelcome, flooded your cheeks as you watched him disappear down the aisle. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a loud drumbeat against the backdrop of solemn hymns.

The taste of forbidden fruit lingered on your tongue, a mix of guilt and a desire you couldn't quite place. The once-tedious ritual now felt charged with a newfound tension, the air thick with an unspoken something that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls of your - currently dwindling - faith.

The altar servers returned, their white robes whispering against the polished floor. As the line snaked its way forward, a playful thought tickled your mind. A sly smile played on your lips, a secret shared only with yourself, as you approached the angel-faced boy holding the communion bread. With hands demurely clasped in front of you – the picture of a devoted daughter – you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. His eyes, the color of rich chocolate, widened momentarily before flickering down. A hint of rose stained his cheeks. You see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps.

He held a piece of bread out, his voice a mere tremor. "The Body of Christ," he murmured.

“Amen.” You reply, leaning forward slightly, your arms pushing your boobs together and showing cleavage that you know he can see. Instead of extending your hands, you kept them clasped. You stick your tongue out as your eyes look at him through lowered lashes.

He cleared his throat, his hand trembling slightly as he held the bread closer. He placed the bread on your tongue with a slight tremor in his hand. You retracted your tongue with a triumphant smirk, the taste of the bread a mere secondary sensation to the unexpected jolt of electricity that had shot through you at the contact. You met his eyes again, a playful glint in them. A single word, more so a sound, escaped your lips, a soft "Mmm," before you retreated back down the line, a smile playing your my lips. The sign of the cross felt almost sacrilegious in this new context as you maintained unwavering eye-contact with the angel boy.

The brief exchange ignited a thrill within you. This wasn't just harmless interest. An unknown urge, long dormant, roared awake. You craved the challenge of chipping away at that perfect exterior, of shattering the halo that seemed welded above his head. Maybe then, you could see the real boy – and maybe, just maybe, a part of you yearned to be touched by his innocence. Or break it… who knows?

The weight of Monday settled over you uncomfortably and unwillingly. Another week of school stretched before you. In homeroom, surrounded by your friends – Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Minji – you couldn't help but relive the memory.

Sunghoon, slumped over your desk, groaned, "Church yesterday was enough to put a saint to sleep. I swear, I drifted off right after the Our Father."

"Then why'd you drag yourself to the early service?" you chuckled.

"Blame Minji," Sunghoon mumbled, accusatory eyes flickering towards her.

Minji, unfazed, countered, "Hey, it's not my fault you crashed at my place. You know my parents prefer the eight o'clock mass."

Jungwon chimed in, "Maybe we should stop going out so late on Saturdays?"

Four pairs of eyes shot daggers at him. "Thank the lord I snagged a free pass yesterday," Jay said with a smug grin. "Parents out of town mean no mandatory church duties."

"Yeah, but you missed a nice show," Jungwon piped up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What show exactly, Wonnie?" you feigned innocence, a subtle warning lacing your voice. Jungwon wasn't fooled. "The little performance you put on with the new altar server. You're sick and twisted.”

A playful smirk spread across your face. "Maybe I am, but you love it," you declared, smothering him in a teasing hug. Jungwon squirmed, laughter escaping his lips as he tried to fend you off.

Minji chimed in, “Care to elaborate?”

A conspiratorial glint sparked in your eyes. “Yes, yes mother…Let's just say there's a new, really hot, altar boy… and he’s perfect! Too perfect, if you know what I mean.” A beat of silence follows, confusion falls over everyone before you respond, “Need to ruin him a bit.”

The boys rolled their eyes in unison, but Jay couldn't resist a question. "How exactly do you plan on achieving that, Miss Mother Mary?”

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance, “Well-“

The shrill of the first bell sliced through your conversation like a choirboy's off-key note. Your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Kim, swept in with a stern expression, instantly silencing the room. You exchanged helpless glances with your friends and raise both your hands in false defeat as they walk away from your desk and to their respective seats. Leaning in with a conspiratorial glint, Minji whispers, “You better tell us at lunch, bitch,” she points her finger at you and you laugh her off with confirmatory nod.

Before the morning prayer could play through the speakers, Mrs. Kim cleared her throat, silencing the room with a single, sharp rap on her desk. "Good morning, class. Today, we have a new student joining us. Please welcome him warmly." Her gesture towards the door was all it took for the air to whoosh from your lungs. Your jaw practically unhinged itself as the angel-faced altar server from Sunday, walked into the classroom. A breathless gasp escaped your lips, “no fucking way”.

You couldn't believe your luck. Here he was, the object of your amusement, deposited right into your everyday life. An unholy grin split your face, the possibilities swirling in your mind like incense smoke in a cathedral. This was exactly what you prayed for the night before.

You tap sunghoon’s shoulder, who was sitting in the seat in front of you. He leaned back, brow furrowed in confusion, as you leaned in to whisper, "That's him." Sunghoon's eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect "o" before snapping shut in realization. He whipped around in his seat, confirming your words with a silent nod. Jungwon had already caught your message through a glance. You threw him a devilish smile, his lips twitching with barely contained amusement. He leaned over to Jay, who was seated next to him, and relayed the news in hushed tones. Sunghoon, mirroring your earlier action, tapped Minji's shoulder diagonally across the aisle, sending the news rippling through your little group like a clandestine prayer chain. A silent wave of excitement washed over you and your friends. This unexpected turn of events proved to be far more entertaining than any Sunday service. The prospect of having him, the object of your wicked plan, in your daily life was a delicious twist of fate, and you couldn't wait to see how it would all unfold.

“Hello everyone, my name is Lee Heeseung. It’s lovely to meet you all.” He scanned the sea of faces before him, his gaze drifting casually across the classroom. Then, something – you – caught his eye. Your hand twirled a strand of hair with practiced ease. The other waved at him, not a simple greeting, but a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down his spine. You knew exactly what it looked like. An invitation, a subtle message almost saying ‘I know you thought of me last night’. A flush crept up Heeseung's neck, a telltale sign mirrored by the rapid bob of his Adam's apple. He could practically feel the heat of your gaze on him. Mrs. Kim brought his attention back to her, “Nice to have you here Heeseung, there’s an empty seat in the third row by the window.” His gaze met yours once more. He made his way towards his seat, two rows ahead and two rows to the right. Your eyes never left his figure when you noticed the all-too familiar blush at the tip of his ears.

The first bell pierced the charged silence, jolting everyone back to reality. A flurry of activity erupted as classmates gathered their books and shuffled out. You darted playful glances at your friends, their attention firmly fixed on Heeseung. Laughter bubbled up inside you, barely contained. With a final shove of notebooks into his bag, Heeseung seemed to hesitate, catching your eye across the room. You couldn't help but smirk, so excited to ruin him. Picturing how different he would look with pierced ears, a cigarette in his mouth, and you on his lap. You just couldn’t wait. The familiar weight of Jay's arm slung around your shoulder grounded you momentarily. "First period, babe?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Actually, jongseongie,” you began, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes, "go ahead with the others. I have a… matter to attend to with a certain altar server."

Your friends, well aware of your little new toy, burst into laughter. Jay, however, rolled his eyes playfully. "Imma wait for you outside then,” he announced, resignation coloring his voice. “Or.. you could go to our class? You can’t keep avoiding Giselle forever you know.“

“I do nottt wanna see her _. Also, you know she never liked you, so she gets mad when we walk in together.”

“Whatever you say, Jay.”

He flashed a charming, albeit fake, smile before disappearing out the door. With a final playful roll of your eyes, you turned your attention to the angel at the center of your growing intrigue. Heeseung, now the sole occupant of the classroom, seemed strangely hesitant, his gaze lingering on you. A slow, confident stride carried you towards him, the promise of a delicious encounter hanging thick in the air. Everything about him was a siren song, drawing you in with an irresistible pull. His large, doe-like eyes, framed by dark red hair that tumbled playfully just above his brow, seemed to speak pure and sweet nothings into the air. It’s as if the cruel world hasn’t reach those beautiful big eyes yet. But the most captivating detail was the way his ears, like delicate seashells, flushed a brilliant crimson whenever your gazes met. You already pictured what they’d look like adorned in silver. A slow, predatory smile played on your lips as you sauntered towards his desk. Resting your palms on top of his desk, you leaned in close, the scent of his nervous cologne filling your senses. Your voice, normally laced with mischief, took on a sugary sweetness that would make even the most hardened saint wince. “Nice to see you again, altar boy,” you purred, drawing out the words.

His blush deepens, spreading from his ears down his neck. He stammers a reply, stuttering, "H-hi… I, uh, didn't expect to see you here."

“Likewise…” your smirk widens, reaching out your hand, nails painted red, “I’m _, nice to meet you Heeseung.”

He hesitates before his hand reaches yours, responding to your introduction with a shy smile, his doe-eyes sparkling up at you the whole time. Oh how you wish to swim so deep in those beautiful eyes.

"Well, altar boy," you teased, your voice laced with a sweetness that sent shivers down your own spine. "I'd love to chat more, but wouldn't want to keep you from your first day, would we?"

Fishing out a red pen, you held it between your teeth and uncapped it with a flick of your thumb. "Real quick, though," you bargained, a playful glint in your eyes. You extend your left hand, palm up. Hesitantly, he mirrors your gesture, placing his right arm within your grasp. You scribble your phone number on the smooth skin of his inner arm, finishing it off with a perfectly drawn heart.

"Call me, Hee," you purred, leaning in conspiratorially. "I'll be waiting." With a wink that could melt glaciers, you retreated, your hand brushing against his again as you slipped past him. Out in the hallway, you met Jay, a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Heeseung, left speechless in your wake, peered out from the now-empty classroom. His fingers traced the inscription on his arm, the warmth of your touch lingering alongside the heat of his blush. With a shaky breath, he tucked your phone number beneath his sleeve. He should probably get to his first period class, but his mind was already swirling with the image of you.

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AUTHORS NOTE: HELLOOOO!! now for the poll: would you like smut in this? yes or no!

[zitrovee]

MH doodles and concepts

First just random fanart

I love sweet water lagoona im sorry shes so cute

Now then those are mostly designs i stopped working on for many reasons and i can barely find good images of them now cause theyre not even on my computer. Maybe i revisit them in the future but who knows

First something i tried together w the beach fan design- literally a gamer inspired line lol called gamer ghouls. i hate how drac turned out but the heart-shaped switch is something cool- i like frankie’s outfit and ghoulia is my fave here.  its funny cause something i always think when i make g3 designs is ‘’how can i include drac in this’’ cause realistically my line of thinking is ‘’would these sell’’ and drac sells. i also try to keep in mind materials and how well the items would perform as toys too. drac is hideous here tho.  the ghouls drinking monster was super funny in my head

drac in uniform sketch cause why not

this is a rough one. its for g1, i came up w the concept talking to an old friend, bonita and venus were her favorite dolls and i came up with the concept of a cybergoth inspired Bonita doll and a more slick also cyber inspired figure for venus (shes barely sketched there).

we had LOTS of creative differences (i came with a color pallete much, much different from that since i was inspired by cybergoth, focusing on neon and dark colors) and specially after some personal stuff i just gave up. i still like the concept but i cant really stand working with a concept in mind just to realize the other person isnt interested unless its their way. i wish i can revisit her in the future and apply the stuff i actually envisioned for her- but well, so far thats what we got. cant say im happy aside from the silhouette.

some other reaaally rough ideas for the beach line project for g3. i did most of those during my office work lol. those are for ghoulia. for her i wanted to keep in mind her 50s theme from g1 actually cause i love it so much. thats where the glam chill look came from. then i was like eh its nice but new ghoulia is way more rad and sporty so i tried to think of her doing surf (i also have sketches for deuce in surf attire so they would be fun) i have so many of those all over my house cause when g3 was barely launching i was so excited. and so bored at work. so i just got every paper note i could to sketch random ideas lol Also SILLY OC ALERT!!!

This was mostly a joke but i made her thinking of ET Bilu from a brazilian urban legend lol. thinking of her as a scary skinny legend w stereotypical and hilarious proportions common to old MH dolls was what inspired me at first but then also the whole 2012 pop diva look. Shes just a funny little gal. busquem conhecimento!

[anjelicawrites]

Come with us on a little spin I

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth. Implied Aemond x Osferth

Synopsis: filling this request from lovely anon: “what about an aemond x reader x osferth where all 3 decide to do a road trip and the whole time the guys are just loving on reader and giving her TONS of affection” 

Warnings: Smoking. PTA parents being the worst. Some suggestive themes but SFW

A/N: the setting up of the road trip wasn’t supposed to be this long but here I am your honor. Part II with the actual road trip will come out in the next few days, I just need to re-read it again and be happy with what I have churned out.

Osferth loves camping. Loves the freedom to just pick a spot to sleep, to read by the fire and to listen to scary stories while darkness looms. He is a big fan skinnydip and has convinced you many times to make love in the water. He loves to hear the wind rustling through the leaves and there's anything better than 'smores? You had gone with him many times but you are not precisely a fan; you had listened to too many true crime podcasts to look at the shadows without at least a little chill, even though you know Osferth is more than capable of protecting you. 

Aemond is the polar opposite. He doesn't get to go on vacation often, he mainly travels for his family’s company. In any case he always chooses five star hotels, where he doesn't have to deal with anything that is not work and has the possibility to eat in his own room without the hindrance of dealing with other people. You had gone with him as well and always felt a bit out of place with all these posh people around you and the servers always around the corner; you were certain that they could smell you are from a working class stock. The feeling of making love in those luscious sheets tho? Priceless. 

You are a mixed bag when it comes to travel. You didn't mind the shared rooms in terrible, awful hostels in your youth and now you mainly travel using AirBnB. More than once the idea of owning a camper van has crossed your mind, but you can't afford it now and it just lingers somewhere, pinned on the board of dreams at the back of your mind. 

You are having a stressful year at school. Two of your classes will have their final exams, on top of that, you are the liaison with the families, charged with organizing the various meetings and to keep on top with PTA parents. You love your job, teaching is your life, but sometimes it feels like you are doing more paperwork than preparing for your various classes.You have already told your principal that you are dropping the liaison role next year; one can endure PTA parents only for so long and you are already beyond your tether.  The more the end of the year looms close, the more you chain smoke and stress eat. You can see how much both the men of your life are worried about you and your health, but you don't know how to keep your head over the rising water in any other way. You just need to endure for some more months and then everything is going to be ok, you keep telling yourself and them. Just a handful of months. 

Coming to talk about Aemond and Osferth, you know they are planning something but you can't really put your finger on what that is. Of the two Aemond is the one who has the best poker face, but you are a teacher, your bullshit detector is at its finest and you have mastered the art of having eyes behind your head. When you try to breach the subject, they both change topic, but Osferth looks cutely guilty and stammers a bit. Cats out of the bag: you are curious and anxious and it is nagging at the back of your head. What are those two doing? Jealousy doesn't even cross your mind, you trust Aemond and Osferth with your life, it's just that you need to scratch the hitch of curiosity every single time they look conspiratorial at one another when they think you can't see them or use excuses for the fact that they are coming home later than usual.

***

You decide to try Osferth who, of the two, is the one more likely to tell you. So you corner him against the fridge and just start firing questions, trying not to stop when he looks at you with pleading puppy dog eyes

"Please!" he says trying to move you away

"Oh come on! Spill the beans! What's going on?"

You know Osferth will never use his strength against you, so you plaster yourself against his frame, your breast almost spilling from the neckline of your shirt and you can see his eyes moving there on their own

"Nothing is going on!"

"You are a terrible liar. If you tell me, I'll be super nice with you” you say, kissing his cheek softly, eyeing him like you want to eat him

"Don't make me ruin it, please!" 

It's the desperation in his voice, which you usually hear after having either overstimulated or denied him orgasms for a long time and the way his hands grab and shake around your waist, that makes you remove your body from his, opting to cup his face

"Osferth?" you have overstepped, you have been too much of a cunt, you should have stopped

"If you keep up I won't be able to keep my mouth shut and I don't want to ruin it - he looks so sad you just want to slap yourself - it's great but you have to wait!"

You just hug him tight and promise him you won't push the subject again, he reciprocates and hides his face against your shoulder, kissing your neck apologetically and then your lips, slow and delicate. Your beautiful and brave Osferth who loves you so much and you are so undeserving of him. You are so tightly strung by your job, that you are realizing only now that your obsession with whatever they are doing, is just a way to release steam. You have just used your beloved Osferth like you would a stress toy, something you had promised yourself long ago you wouldn’t do. You are not your mother and the people you love are not your stress relief, most of all the two men you love more than life itself.

 ***

"That was uncalled for"

"What?"

It's almost 3 in the morning but that's time zones for you. You are Skyping with Aemond who is away for work. Osferth is asleep in your shared room, too tired out by your heartfelt excuses to stay awake.

"Trying to push Osferth like that. You know he'd feel awful if he'd folded"

You crave a cigarette but Aemond is already unhappy and he hates when you smoke. Even the sapphire in his lost eye seems to be unhappy with you 

"That was out of line and I already feel like I've kicked a puppy, thank you very much - you grab a pen and start munching on it - I am hanging by a thread and my anxiety is skyrocketing. You know how much I hate surprises and I hate being kept in the dark" you pout, hoping to be adorable enough to be forgiven, at least by him, yourself? That’s gonna need some more time

"I know, but you have to trust us, you already do it with so much - there’s a genuine smile on his lips - and you are the one who loves telling me how patience is a virtue" he says smugly. 

If he is smug he is not mad at you, not really. You are projecting your own self loathing on him, you should stop; your relationship with him deserves better.

"That applies to you not me, and you love being denied"

"Correct - you see him adjusting his loose pajama pants - I miss you"

"That's low. I miss you too. I can't wait for this school year to be over"

"Do you really have to do after school work? Can't they hire someone else?" he looks even more done with you principal than you are

"We all have to. I'll probably end up helping with the new purchases for the library. Not completely PDA moms free, but less paperwork and no WhatsApp groups"

"That's a terrible way to conduct business" you can just see the manager in him rearing his head

"Let's not go there - instinctively your hand reaches for the screen, wishing to be able to touch his face - how was your day? What are you doing so far away from us?"

Aemond visibly relaxes against the headboard and starts talking. You miss him terribly. How long has it been since you had the time to sit and relax with the men you love? No bitching about work but just enjoying each other’s presence? It feels like years and the only thing you crave now, is the warm embrace of Aemond and Osferth.

***

Since your incident with Osferth, your anxiety levels skyrocketed, by the end of the school year you are managing to sleep a grand total of three, maximum four hours each night. You would go to bed with Osferth and Aemond, but they would wake up without you, since you would be already awake and working in your study, trying not to tell Karen the PTA mom supreme to go fuck herself. They would coax you to the kitchen and one would have you seated on his legs, while the other would feed you the breakfast you would have skipped, opting for something sugary and of no nutritional value. You would usually find yourself working next to one of them (you are pretty sure Aemond has worked a schedule so that they can be with you and still be productive parts of society), one of their hands would be on your tight, just there, showing support and when you'd feel like you need a cigarette, one of their knuckles would be there for you to delicately munch on.

During this whole ordeal, you know they are still working on their secret project, what you don’t know is that they are doubling their efforts. You were supposed to receive it after school closing, but you are so tightly wound up that they have decided you need to see it as soon as possible. You can’t use it if you finally snap and kill the Kares in your school, or so they hope.

***

It is one of those wonderful late May mornings, when the sun is shining but it is not awfully hot and just being outside on the porch, watching the dogs play as the cats roast themselves on the patches of sun, is all you want to do. Thanks to your insomnia, you are finally on top of the work and you can use the weekend to just relax a little. You can’t turn your phone off, because PTA parents know no break, but the paperwork is done, the last homeworks are marked and you are positive that all your pupils will pass their tests, some with flying colors, other not, but you are proud of the work you have been doing with all of them.

You see Osfeth’s blond mop move closer from your right. He is already dressed and showered and looks like he can barely contain himself

“I thought you were still asleep!”

“My lady” his smile is infectious as he bends to kiss your nose

“Gevie - Aemond is behind you and you almost headbutt poor Osferth, he has scared you - good morning” 

Okay, something is going on. Aemond not dressed for work on a Friday? He takes one of your hands to help you on your feet, as he kisses the back of your neck.

You feel the electricity passing between your two loves, the air is pregnant with something you can’t really name but is good energy you decide. You are taken aback a little when Aemond presents you with one of your scarves

“Trust us?” he smiles that special way that tells you he is truly content with something

“With my life” but you heart pounds a bit faster as Osferth delicately wraps the scarf around your head, treating you with a love you still feel like you don’t deserve, after your stunt

“Ok, care to tell me what’s going on?” you can feel their excitement, but it is not sexual, of this you are sure

“Take our hands” says Osferth on your right and you just give in.

Aemond’s softer hand grabs your left, Osferth’s rougher palm wraps around your right. They slowly start walking and you follow them to the stairs of the back porch, where both their holds become stronger as they help you down the steps and try to fend off the exuberant dogs. 

With your makeshift blindfold on, you are not sure of where you are going, but you think is behind the patch of wood in your property, judging by the way the terrain slopes a little, the one you are managing with the local conservationists. You try to peak, because you are that curious but Osferth closes his hand tighter around yours

"We're almost there"

"Behave of I'll ask Osferth to spank you"

"Promises promises Aemond" you smile, but your heart is hammering in your chest. What have they organized? You are sure there's nothing there, at least up to yesterday, when you went on a walk with the dogs. 

You are surprised when your walk comes to an halt, your feet skip a little and Aemond has to grab your shoulder to stop you from falling on your ass

"Now would be the worst day to hurt yourself" Armond chastises you

"If someone hadn't blindfolded me…" your rant stops when callous fingers grab your chin and you feel Osferth's forehead against yours

"Are you ready, love?" You can feel the excitement coursing through him

"Yes!" Your hands go to the knot but Aemond is already there, undoing it with skilled fingers. 

For a moment you are not capable of speech in any language you know, you can't even breathe: in front of you there's a van, the door is open and you can see it is camperized. This is the moment you start crying, ugly sobbing and hands on your face. You feel, more than seeing, your lovers' hands on your shoulders and the only thing that you can do is try to hug them both at the same time while the tears keep on coming. 

They are panickingly asking what's wrong, to please stop crying and you can't, a fresh wave of tears falls as you messily kiss both their faces. You are not sure what causes you three to fall on the grass in a mess of limbs, has one of you lost balance? Was it one of the dogs? You don't know and you don't care. With the two of them under you is even more simple to try and smooch them, your lips falling aimlessly on their skin as their arms envelope you tight. 

When you finally manage to calm down, you scuttle backward to sit cross legged on the grass. Your face is probably a mess, your eyes puffy and red, but it feels like all those unruly, negative emotions you have been feeling for such a long time, are finally gone, washed away by your tears. 

"I am going out on a limb here, but I think it's safe to say you liked it?" Osfeth exudes sassiness

"I love it! You two are completely crazy! It must have cost a fortune!"

"Not really - Aemond smiles - we've gotten the van through Sithric, I designed the renovation and Osferth put everything together, with my help"

"Minimal help, I like your fingers where they are" they exchange a heated stare and you are almost sure they are going to start snogging for your viewing pleasure

"Not now - Aemond grabs your hand - Helaena is almost here"

"Wait, what? Why?" 

"She's going to pet sit for us" Aemond says nonchalantly 

"We are spiriting you away for the weekend, lovely lady" Osferth smiles.

You are absolutely speechless. How long have they been planning this?

"Months - Aemond, as per usual, is capable of reading your mind - you have no idea how hard it had been to keep you in the dark"

"Oh, I think I know" you smile at Osferth who just beams back at you. 

By the time you have showered, Helaena has arrived and is sitting cross-legged on the sofa, Santanico Pandemonium, your almost feral cat, happily purring on her legs; Helaena is the only one who can pet her, everyone else is at risk of losing a limb. 

You really like Helaena. She is smart and lovely, she had happily helped you when you had to put together a class with the biology teacher and your students were overly interested in her explanation of how different bugs had received their Latin name. You and Osferth have never met the rest of Aemond family, but know the whole dynamic is beyond complex and Aemond fears you and Osferth would somehow be used by his family against him. Helaena is another thing, though. She is half of Aemond's heart and she is the only one he trusts with the knowledge of your existence, which is a great thing, if you have to pet sit a fucking dragon. 

Your friends or Uthred and the others would happily keep an eye on your personal zoo, but Vhagar needs to be handled by a dragon rider and she doesn't like Uthred, Sithric or Finan, since that one time they bought a hurt Osferth home during stormy night. Voiced had raised that night, threats had been shout out on the front porch, until Vhagar had popped her scaly head from the side of your house, growling deep in her throat, looking like she had wanted an appetizer and everyone had just frozen on the spot, until Aemond had commanded something in High Valyrian, Vhagar had seemed to ponder on whatever he had said and decided to curl back where she was before. You had seen Aemond's shoulders visibly relax

"I think you should go" you said, still shook, no one complained. 

***

“Are you with us?” Osferth rouses you from your reverie. 

Your almost monk of a boyfriend is always capable of pulling a Fleabag from you. 

Aemond has been driving, back straight and hands in the perfect ten to ten position, while you are sitting between him and Osferth, busy between exploring the dashboard and kissing your boyfriends. This feels so unreal

“You know I am going to explore this once we arrive, right?”

“I wouldn’t expect no less from you” Aemond smiles but doesn’t lift his eyes from the road

“There are so many things for you to discover” Osferth is so proud of the hard work they had poured into remaking the van

“Aemond, my dragon, is this the reason for your unexpected week-long work trip some months ago?” Osferth laughs next to you and you elbow him

“Yes, you would have asked too many questions about my fingernails” Aemond looks a bit uncomfortable, the way cats do when they make a mistake and people can see them. You move to his side as much as the seat belt allows you and put your head on his shoulder

“What happened?”

“Aemond discovered the hard way that baking is better than handiwork to express frustration”

“Snitches get stitches Osferth” Aemond smolders the other man and you can feel the sexually charged energy passing between the two of them

“You haven’t christened the van without me, right?” you pout

“No - Aemond responds and you smile - but I think Finan will never look at his work bench the same way again”.

A bolt of unadulterated sexual desire travels through you. For a moment you want to ask Aemond to stop the van and have your wicked way with the two of them here and now

“Scratch the exploration. I am going to thank the two of you thoroughly once we arrive” your voice has deepened and you can see the goosebump blossoming on Aemond’s skin

“Good - you feel Osferth move behind you to hug you - we need to check if we did the math right. It would be a bummer to find out we can't make love together here”.

They didn't fucked up their math and your lovemaking fits, spectacularly so, as you three find out that same night.

[iding-rollercoasters-in-posts]

do my followers care if i stray slightly from my gimmick to give a trip report? its still rollercoaster themed so im doing it.

i had a six flags america day! it is technically my home park but i rarely go because i dont know anyone who really likes it(the sfa experience). the last time i went was over a decade ago, and i wasnt a rollercoaster person then, so these were all new credits for me! i went with my partner, who came into town for my birthday (it was on the 9th) and my brother. today was the first day of fright fest, but all that stuff didnt actually start until after dark- we got there shortly after opening and nearly everything was a walk-on.

they renamed the mind eraser to skywinder, i didnt know that lol. i skipped out on that (its an slc can you blame me.) and batwing because the whole laying down aspect kinda intimidated me. someday soon!

heres a brief review of the others, in the order i rid them in:

firebird: woof, this one was a headbanger. i was very determined to try and keep my head steady but i was still getting slammed back and forth into the restraints. i think its got a fun layout tho! if this had different restraints we’d get along fine, im sure.

roar: ive heard so many bad things but i actually really liked it. not sure what else to say, i just had a good time!

ride of steel: definitely not the smoothest hyper ive ever been on. ive seen a lot of folks say the helixes are boring and i definitely agree, but the rest is pretty fun, with nice pops of airtime on the hills.

the wild one: this one was just boring honestly. there was also a really painful transition at one point that had me go ‘ow!’ out loud. i did enjoy the helix at the end, at least.

joker’s jinx: this one was closed earlier in the day so we went on it in the latter half in the day, when a lot of people started coming in for fright fest and actually had a line, though it wasnt too bad. not sure what else to say again, it was great. (also i loved how our ride op just gave a casual ‘bye’ when she hit the launch.) if i have to complain about anything, the corkscrew was a little rough and you come to a pretty painful stop before pulling into the station, really wish that was a smoother stop.

ragin’ cajun: this one also had a line. im not usually a wild mouse person, but this one was just a lot of fun. my partner said they wouldve marathoned it if not for the line! it also gets points for the gator theming, because crocodilians are my favorite animals.

[sweetcafa]

Hey would you mind if you could do a Vtsom headcanon? Which character does like to be hug and able to give hug as affection to Y/N or Mc? (I don't know exactly how to describe it)

Ofc! I was surprised that I got a Vtsom request so soon since it’s pretty underrated. But ofc we love to hug some of these charters. Take ‘em to therapy while we’re at it 😔For the sake of it we will be doing are main 3 bois. 👹👌🏻

Order up!

Hug rating headcanons

Fandom: VTSOM

Charters:

Vincent Edgeworth

Victor Blake

Draco Edgeworth

Theme: fluff

Vincent Edgeworth

5/10

.This man sucks tbh 🫡

.He dose not seem to be a very affectionate person at first

. Or at least was never given that much physical attention in his life

. But if you normally show affection like hugs or cuddling he might try and sneak in a hug

.mostly his hugs can be stiff but once he gets use to it

.you might as well drop what you’re doing

. His hugs become really warm and you just melt

. One time you got scared when he hugged you from the back

. But when you felt his arms around your waist while his head was laying on your shoulder

. You never felt safer

.Its a 50/50 if his hugs are really affectionate

.But he normally gets stunned when you give him a hug

.He will just stand there one arm rapped around you while the other lays on your head

“good day love. I wouldn’t mind if you rest with me. I don’t want you overworking yourself. Not when I am here to take care of you.”

Draco Edgeworth

Slightly better then his brother 7/10

.Even tho like his brother he didn’t really get that much physically attention

. He is slightly more open to these type of things

.tho the main problem is that his normally to busy to give you hugs

. A quick hug or peck on the cheek is the best you can do

. So it’s normally you giving him the hugs

.But it’s really sweet when he hugs you

.like when he comes back home after leaving all day

. You were right there sitting on the couch reading.

. He walked over siting beside you

.Before you could of ask how he was-

. He wrapped his hands over your shoulders resting his face over your own

. He pulled you close hugging you there for over a minute or so before saying something

“I missed you love..can we stay like this for a little more.?”

“Of course Draco. You can rest all you want. Before you went back to reading. The silence was peaceful.”

Victor Blake

The best mf 9/10

.He is the one to hug you.

Day.afternoon.night

. His love language is definitely Physical touch

. He loves to hug you before picking you up bridesmaid style.

. It becomes a daily thing for him to hug whenever he can

. Tho he can be slightly flustered when you are the one hugging him

.Normal front face hugging and back hugging is what he dose

. Even those hugs when you run up and jump into his arms while he holds your thighs so you don’t fall

.one if not the most affectionate guy you have met

. It was a normal early morning . You were walking around the house looking for Victor

.And to your lovely surprised he was standing near the counter with lazy eyes and coffee

.You walked over wrapping around him while your still sleepy self, laying your head on to his chest

. You heard him place his coffee down

.Wrapping his hands on your neck. His arms lazying hanging beside your head. using your Shoulders as support

. Placing his head onto of your own resting his head and eyes

“Still sleepy? No worries love you can stay here with me. You and I can stay like this for as long as you want.”

.

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Yipeee order is complete 👹. I hope anyone reading this enjoyed the headcannon. Even tho I am new at this I am open to ideas on how to make my writing better. But it was nice doing something wholesome for such a dark game.Hope you enjoy the little drawings. I am planning on using those for most if not all fanfics 🫡. I need to keep drawing since I have zero ideas.💟

Have a good day/night.

[n4talia-chaparro]

Another question about the Krupp dummy: Does it haunt Krupp? Or is it like the Elf On A Shelf and just appears wherever?

Either one would be entertaining honestly

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Oh boy...speaking of it I kinda made some little fact about the dummy I guess..soo...uhhhh...

TW/TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of murder, etc cuz idfk what else to put.

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Well, it doesn't haunt Krupp anymore like it used to, because of that Krupp is the owner of his dummy. Even tho I'm not sure if Melvinborg was the one who brought it or Krupp himself.

However, the Krupp dummy moves and talks by itself as I said. Not only it would appear everywhere like an "Elf on a shelf" thing. He or it can attack the leaving hell out of someone and jumpscare the victim WHOEVER TOUCHES THE DUMMY WITHOUT PERMISSION.

and speaking of moving and stuff, its eyes can glow through the dark; you see remember when I said Krupp upgraded it and made it idk. Little different I think? Yeah, this is what I meant by this. Its eyes can glow brighter to see and detect ANYTHING.

Krupp's idea was to upgrade his dummy and change him a bit so he doesn't have to carry it all the time. And do you wanna know what's more cringy and disturbing? Him or it being a monitor inside of a dummy...

Yeah you see Krupp knows how to make inventions and things so he decided to build a mini robo-animatronic and try to insert that inside of the dummy but then he realized why does it need mental and robotic parts when he can also place organs inside to make it feel REAL. Yeeaahh....to make a long story short he killed a student for the first time....(and keep in mind it was one of Mr. Rected's students), Krupp wasn't sure where to hide the body until he decided to grab the victim's organs and connect them inside the dummy. Making sure that each organ is glued or connected properly and waited until it stops having a gross smell. Later on, he then used the electricity to give it energy (obviously it has the robot inside of it.) And stitched some parts of it. Fuck

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•| The dummy was also used to supervise Melvin, just like a nanny cam except it has to spy on Melvin and see what he's doing and it can ALSO record anything (conversation, audio, etc). Because if Melvin does something fish behind his dad figure (Krupp), or sneaks things without his permission the dummy will make use to catch the kid in the act.

[AND FEW LITTLE POINTS ABOUT IT]

* It was originally used to torment Melvin if he keeps ignoring his demands. After few months he then decided to give it to Melvin so he doesn't feel lonely whenever Krupp goes to find his other victims. The dummy slowly became Melvin's comforting dummy cuz all the dummy does is talk randomly by itself and moves. [SPECIALLY BECAUSE THE DUMMY LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE KRUPP/ABUSIVE FATHER FIGURE]. Melvin would also take him everywhere in his backpack, doing a playdate with it and venting to it, not knowing it can record a personal vent and possibly the man himself is listening to it.🗿

* This little fella knows how to walk. No joke...it DOES. All thanks to the electricity he kinda started to learn new things (?)

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•| It's eyes can change from green to red. The red is supposed to represent the warning sign to the person who tries to carry it or get closer to it. If the victim tries to pick it up, the dummy will likely bite them and rip the skin off with its teeth. Mostly strangling them with a lasso or jumpscaring them. (Who knows seriously)

•| The dummy MUST ALWAYS be inside of its own box or somewhere hidden to not let it escape from its place. It would sneak out and sit somewhere like it does.

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[Took inspiration from the "Tattle Turtle 200", child's plays, maybe some silly-ass abandoned animatronic as a reference to convince that together. Pls don't play the fnaf theme I'm begging you-]

So uhh yeah...hopefully I don't scare no one in here cuz half of the info was supposed to describe how sick gp!Krupp can be in this AU- yikes..😬

[sonorousabyss]

Hello, i hope youre doing alright!! May I ask for a Star wars romantic Match up? Thank you in advance if you do<3

I'm masc Non-Binary They/Them & Gay/Queer (male attraction). My Star sign is Leo and I'm INTJ-T if that's of any use.

I have short layered Blood Red hair, but I seem to dye it every month! My fav colors to switch are Red and Baby Blue!! My eyes are rlly dark Brown, almost Black. Im more on the short side (5"0ft/152.4cm) & what people call a baby face.

Minus all that I'm not "mean" but people always assume on first glance that I would fight them(never understood that as im quite shy upon first meet, i prefer to stay with myself), I do have a lot of fighting experience but that's only for when someone swings first. I have some hard anger issues but never take them out on people, at least I try not to, I do enjoy a good argument tho,, i also tyoically yell or curse in german when im mad my friends think its the funniest thing ever. But once you get past most of that I've been discribed as much of a protective father/brother figure by a lot of my friends, I always try to be there for the people im close with, I have the Humor of a little teenager boy dispute the fact it's hard for me to laugh with Alexithymia. (Ex; I giggle at the word balls :")) with Alexithymia I typically have a monotone expression and voice as it's hard for me to express or tell what emotion im feeling.

I LOVE listening to people talk about the simplest things they find interesting, even if it sounds dumb I prefer to listen to those around me speak. I don't like talking due to my Alexithymia and stutter, but I could talk about Space and Science for hours!

My main Hobby is writing, but I enjoy doodling my friends or landscapes!

My style in clothing is much more bright and "loud", I enjoy the kidcore theme of clothing and dress in vibarant colours! My favorite colors are pastels!!

I enjoy background Sound when it's more quiet, vibrants and pastels, reading, and science/math!

I dislike extremely loud sounds, yelling, and crowds!

I've been told my Love Language is quality time and Gift Giving, im afraid of physical touch but also extremely touch starved, I'd like a hug but the idea also scares me lol 😵‍💫..

I apologize if this was too much or a lot to read, take your time Sonor if you decide to do it!! Have a good day<3

AN: Don't worry about it Anon, it wasn't too much! Had a few potential matches but I figured it'd be safer than sorry to take my time with yours. Hope you don't mind getting someone from the humanoid-adjacent partner pool!

Plo Koon is one of the most down-to-earth living beings you'll ever truly meet and just an overall sweetheart.

Despite the disposition that you appear to portray- that being of someone on the more vocally or physically violent side- Plo could sense your good nature resting underneath. He never once doubted that you were a decent person.

That said, he found it quite curious that you tended to keep to yourself, given the aura you almost seem to give off with the force. I don't imagine that it would take too long for him to put two-and-two together that you were just shy, but the reason for that level of withdrawn attitude would be a question that nags at the edge of his mind.

Unlike other Jedi who would either keep their distance from you entirely or jump right into conversation (or at least try to), he was definitely on the more tactful side when it came to initiating conversations. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and conversely, didn't want to risk you being lonely either. He sought a healthy balance.

Amusingly enough, the monotonous way in which you speak isn't something that would bother him all too much in the long scheme of things, nor with the lack of expression. Plo is keen when it comes to communication, so if he isn't sure about something there's no doubt that he'd ask for clarification.

Furthermore, when it comes to speech patterns, you're both in a similar boat considering that his speech is slightly unique as well. He thinks about what he says, and there's this draw of emphasis he seems to put on certain syllables and words. It's not so much that he's sluggish as he is slow and deliberate. Fairly refreshing, actually.

As for conversational topics, I imagine that you both would have many things to discuss- common interests or otherwise. He doesn't mind carrying the conversation if it makes you most comfortable, but you'd find that no matter how much you stutter he'd be right at your side, gaze fixated on you and only you as you speak.

He thoroughly enjoys your rants on space, science, and the like that you both share in your free time, finding them both interesting and insightful. Quite a few things you've mentioned have drifted in and out of his mind when he's out on missions, and a fact or two has come in very handy.

Though he's less argumentative than quite a few of his peers, debates between you two are also something that he looks forward to. They can be quite amusing, although not much can quite chalk up to the feeling seeing you curse under your breath in german gives him.

More than likely, he's walked in on you while you were with his men doing so, and at least once you were shouting. The boys in white might not have known exactly what you were saying, but he certainly caught on quick.

Let's just say he got a good chuckle during those excursions.

When you start changing up your look, you'll find he almost immediately notices- especially in regards to your hair. He compliments it frequently. Your style of dress, though quite unlike his own, also interests him. He's done a bit of research in an attempt to locate where the style originated from, to varying levels of success. I don't imagine you'll ever catch him partaking, but he makes sure you know he appreciates the looks you do.

As far as amusement goes, he probably trusts the force to gauge just how pleased you are by certain situations to better get a grasp on your humor. He finds the level of 'immurity', as some would call it, in your tastes amusing... in that it's just another character trait of yours that makes you unique. He also may or may not have tipped off his men so you could have a good time hanging with them, not that he openly stated so. He'd probably tease you a tad if you questioned whether or not he was the culprit.

He finds your 'big brotherly' and 'fatherly' attitude towards those around you quite endearing, especially to those younger than yourself. He's been fairly well known to have a good reputation with the younglings (or at least Ahsoka) and has a similar relationship with her that you have with others, so it's something he understands quite well.

Of the potential suitors in the Jedi Order, he's fairly logical, which means that you are going to have a lot more leeway when it comes to what missions you do and do not go on. While others like Skywalker or Kenobi would have openly objected to you going on more dangerous missions had you been their partner, Plo lets logic take the lead and knows that you're capable of defending yourself.

That said, don't think he'll just let you partake in whatever mission you want whenever, regardless of the danger. You will be debriefed on the situation for your safety if you are going, and when the rare circumstance arises that he 100% does not want to see you on the gunship with him and his men, he isn't really going to be someone you can negotiate with. Not that you can't try- it's just that he'll have an armada of rock-solid arguments that'll be extremely difficult to counter.

He's the type that would rather you avoid violent situations if at all possible but feels much more comfortable knowing that you have legitimate fighting experience under your metaphorical, pastel belt on the off-chance it becomes unavoidable. The safer you are, the more he can focus on his work without worry.

I imagine exchanging feelings was a rather interesting situation for him given his position in the order, but when he did share them with you it was heartfelt and in the comfort of a quiet room, or hallway. Perhaps located by a balcony or window with a view.

Personally, I picture quality time as one of his love languages, which works quite well for both of you. As for physical touch though? He'd recognize and respect your fear and reserve such contact for moments he was certain you were fine with it. It probably wasn't common during the start of your relationship but became more frequent as you got comfortable over time.

On the notion of fears, Plo is the type to help you with them if at all possible, even if it takes a long time to do so. The long haul doesn't bother him much- not with how long he's lived.

One of Plo's favorite ways to spend quality time with you together is when you're drawing. He finds the process quite enjoyable, and never hesitates to compliment you on your technique. Your skill never ceases to amaze him.

He almost certainly has a drawing you've made of him and/or the boys in his quarters. Likely framed, and either sitting on a desk or mounted on a wall. He makes sure to value any gifts he's given.

Overall it's a very trusting, wholesome relationship and one that doesn't often yield issues. You simply set his heart aflutter.

AN: There are few words to describe this relationship other than "Wholesome." It's not one that drudges up particularly chaotic scenarios in mind, but the sheer stability that comes with a relationship with this man is rather comforting. For those who got this far, I hope you enjoyed! May the force be with you, and may your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep!

For those who are new here, I take requests. You can find my rules here.

[spacedykez]

hello! its paper. been a while hasnt it? i keep meaning to send an ask just to say "hi! im still here!" but i keep forgetting. so i figured id send one now! i do have a sort of question tho. i havent been too aware of your recent interests but the newest one, team starkid i think it is, does seem cool. theyre like musicals right? so im asking if theres like a specific one i should start with first or if i can just go to whatever basically. bonus points for summaries of the plots :]

PAPER ANONNNN ITS BEEN SO LONG ITS NICE TO SEE U AGAIN!!!!!!! hope ur well!!! u caught me at the perfect time actually i am in the exact mood to activate Infodump Attack

SO !! team starkid !! they r a group who writes & performs original musicals. these range from parodies like Twisted (Aladdin, but from Jafar's POV) to the thing theyre most known for- the Hatchetfield universe

Hatchetfield is the name of a town on a fictional island in Lake Michigan in which this series/these musicals take place. Within the Hatchetfield universe there is TGWDLM, Black Friday, and Nightmare Time. Everything in the Hatchetfield universe is best described as horror comedy, and it does get quite dark at times.

TGWDLM (which stands for The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals) is where I would recommend you start. It's the easiest for a new Starkid viewer to understand, is almost entirely self-contained (bonus lore from other content is FUN but not at all NEEDED or important to understanding anything). It tells the story of Paul, the titular Guy Who Doesn't Like Musicals, and what happens to him when a meteor crashes into Hatchetfield and causes everyone to start singing and dancing! I would honestly recommend it anyways just because it's a really fun watch regardless. Warnings: guns, character death, [fake] blood & guts, body horror, mind control. Also, a song near the beginning has very explicit (sexual) lyrics.

Black Friday is best viewed as a sequel to TGWDLM. It gets a little more into the lore and sets up more of the overarching world. I honestly like Black Friday better than TGWDLM, but it is also even darker & more lore-heavy. Also it can be confusing on your first watch. It follows various citizens trying to buy a new toy called a Wiggly for Christmas, and the subsequent events that causes. Warnings: death, [fake] blood (not a ton! Less than TGWDLM), what could easily be seen as mob mentalities/near mind control, guns, what could be seen as stalking/hunting people.

Nightmare Time is best seen as a series of podcasts/seperate "episodes." You can listen to just the audio if you want, you won't miss anything important (although the actors are AMAZING so I would definitely say watching it is worth it). There are two seasons, which have 3-4 episodes each. They elaborate a LOT on the lore/world of Hatchetfield. If you need individual tws, they should be in the video descs. I will warn you the Hatchetfield series is very dark. I love it and it is a LOT of fun though! Latte Hatte is the #4 cause of my homosexuality (/silly). also nb rep that i as a nb person very much enjoy!! also more of lauren lopez being iconic. also a KILLER theme song.

Also recommended outside of Hatchetfield are Trail to Oregon & Firebringer. I personally don't love the amount of toilet humor in Trail to Oregon, but it's still a fun musical and the acting is phenomenal as always. Firebringer has iconic songs, a HILARIOUS narrator character, leabians, and Lauren Lopez as the lead. there is literally nothing more you could ask for. it's perfect. Gods I love Lauren Lopez she's so iconic.

[knightbloomings]

Cap gets into Sonic

I miss liveblogging/keeping a record of my interests as they develop, so I'm gonna list which Sonic stuff I've seen so far and what stuff I'd still like to see.

Stuff I've seen:

IDW Sonic:

Very good! Seeing Scrapnik Island at work was what made me interested in Sonic in the first place, and I'm super glad I decided to read the comics! The artwork is gorgeous and the storylines are so fun! I really like the running theme of owning up to your decisions and sticking to your principles for Sonic, and my fave arcs are probably the Metal Virus arc and Surge's arc. Super excited to see what happens next!

Sonic the Hedgehog (2006):

First saw this game from the snapcube dub (which I still love) then watched brutalmoose play the full game on stream. It's objectively a stinker of a game, but I can see a lot of what they were going for and I like a lot the concepts. I think Sonic and Elise's relationship could've worked more if she were a child (or, a younger child), but at its core I love the idea of Sonic encouraging Elise to feel free. I also love Team Dark's loyalty and friendship to each other in this game, wish I got to see it more in others.

Sonic and the Black Knight:

One of my top faves! I loved every bit of stylization and story telling this game had, and Sonic's characterization was peak! The combination of Sonic characters and medieval armor is also so fucking good too. Overall a really simple but solid narrative with great characters and cool as hell aesthetics.

Sonic Unleashed:

I'm surprised how much this game sticks in my mind, I think it's also in my top faves (tho watching penny play it is probably a bit why). There's something about it that has so much heart that just seems so Sonic, despite the lackluster visual novel-esque segments. The Werehog is such a fun concept and a fun role reversal for Sonic, and a lot of the little moments of humor were really good, like Sonic taking pics for Chip while Eggman monologued.

And this def isn't unique to this Sonic game alone, but the music Slaps. Most of my fave music comes from this game, including the werehog's boss battle theme. I play that shit on loop sometimes at work.

Sonic Riders & Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity:

I prefer the fandub's spin on some of the story elements (and the Babylon Rogues's relationships, and just Storm in general), but I still enjoyed this game, especially the ideas behind the Babylon Rogues! I'm still not super clear on their lore (these two games felt like they lacked a lot of explanations for who/what/where) but I like the idea that these three are technically heirs to this long lost civilization and technically have this responsibility to it but they're super into being pirates instead. It's charming! Makes me wish I saw more of them in a serious capacity in IDW.

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog:

Played this game on my own and I loved how fun and bright it was! The art was absolutely gorgeous and the music was fun too! I super adore seeing characters "outside" their roles in a more relaxed setting, where we get to see more of their personalities, and I felt like I got to know all the characters a bit more in this game. My only gripe is that the "Think!" sections had some god awful color choices for the tiled runway, it made everything blur together really badly. But otherwise, another top fave!

Stuff I still need to see:

Sonic Adventure 2

Sonic Heroes

Shadow the Hedgehog

Sonic and the Secret Rings

Sonic Forces

Sonic Frontiers

Sonic Prime

Will probably reblog this post with additional thoughts as I finish watching other stuff!

[yellowpencilcrayon]

Person A: *Stressing about being late to an event*

Person B: *Holds A's face* Hey

Person A: *Flusstered* Hey

[brettsshrimp]

robotus hcs?? cuz please-

• much like the Christmas headcanons, coming down to the basement to decorate the room except less its less Christmasy

• also changing up the decor every few weeks or so! and asking if there's anything he wants in the room (as long as it gets Reagan's permission mshsk)

• but like sometimes making it a surprise what you're gonna decorate the room with. maybe one day you bring in a bunch of fake flowers, or those glow in the dark stars, maybe fruit themed one week? just to keep variation because it must get so boring in that room,,

• he thinks some of the themes you choose are odd, but he doesn't complain too much, it does spice up the room

• somehow you managed to get back into the basement after the JFK thing and he's like??? what are you doing here? and you're just like idk you looked lonely and it looked like the place could use some decorations, and you gesture to the backpack you have and he's just?????? he's seen you decorate the groups office before but he never thought of you decorating down here? he's gonna think you're weird at first nsndbkd

• while you're decorating Reagan comes down and finds you

• "what the hell are you doing in here??" "I dunno, he looked lonely when I first met him" "he's an ai that wants to destroy humanity, what made you think he was lonely?" "...idk? I felt bad?? he looked lonely??" "I want to destroy humanity and you feel bad that I'm locked away" ",, do you want me to leave?" "......no-"

• so Reagan let's you do whatever to the place as long as you don't let Robotus out or mess with her things

•also,, getting window/glass safe markers and doodling on his tube!

• "draw the end of humanity!!" "I can draw a cat:)" "... I'd prefer a dog" "ok!!:D"

•talking about random things that pop into your mind, or telling him about your day even if he can see most of it through the security cams

•showing him youtube videos or shows on Netflix that you think he'll like while you do work or work on a hobby, half watching the show with him

• then discussing the show after like, making theories or what could've happened instead, that type of stuff. or if it wasn't a good show, making fun of it mshdmb

• speaking of hobbies, it popped into my mind while I was drawing, he'll find references for you,, like if he found a match for Reagan, I'm sure he could find a reference for what you need

• or asking for his opinion when you try smth new! whether it's like some high tech machine you made or new medicine or even just what do you think of my nails? like,, just making sure he isn't left out when you can involve him<3

• and after the last episode when he's in that mobile tank you show him around even tho he knows the layout. when you two pass by certain areas you tell fun little facts or funny stories that have happened that he may not know about

[navegandoaciegas]

Broken Wings {2/2}

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You’re a small town girl with big city dreams, set on leaving Knockemstiff and its Sheriff behind for good. Lee Bodecker would do anything to make sure you stay with him.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, non-con, breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, overall dark themes, kind of a slow build up to the nasty.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I’ve had an eventful couple of days. This is part 2, read part 1 here.

The adrenaline that rushed through your veins blocked out the pain in your body and the noises around you. Your breathing came out in short, panicked huffs as you sprinted through the woods, Lee hot on your heels.

You thought back to the past 12 hours, and how they’d changed your life.

Leaving Knockemstiff and boarding a bus for New York, with your big dreams and a small bag. Almost reaching Pennsylvania’s border before your hopes were snatched away. Lee chasing said bus, blasting the sirens of his patrol car and pulling the driver over. The dread that settled in your stomach when you met his enraged stare, your hopes of a better life shattering in a million pieces, the anger and humiliation that had filled you when he’d dragged you, kicking and screaming, out of the bus, under the judgemental or pitying stares of the passengers.

“You can’t run from me, dove.”

His voice echoed in the woods, tantalizing and terrorizing you all the same. You’d managed to bolt away and hide in the woods before he could handcuff you, but you hadn’t made it too far before he’d found you.

In the event that he’d ever caught you, you’d imagined that he’d fall on his knees and beg you to stay. Lee dragging your ass out of the bus like any drunk bastard he’d escorted home after a fight was certainly not the reaction you’d expected.

You pushed the branches out of your face, feeling a new tear in the skin of your cheeks whenever you’d barrel through a bush. You had no idea where you were going, all you knew was that you had to keep running until your feet bled. Hide. Disappear.

Just a couple more miles and you’d find another town, you could catch a bus then, and maybe you’d be safe-

One second you were sprinting through the trees, and the next your foot was caught in an exposed root, and you tumbled down the slope with your arms stretched out to protect your face.

You hissed in pain when you lifted your palms from the ground. Debris stuck to the abrasion, and it burnt and stung when you flexed your hands. You tried standing up, but fell back among the leaves, feeling lightheaded.

You registered some more cuts on your knees, but you couldn’t tell whether it was blood or tears that streamed down your face.

The branches contorted around you, and the shadows they casted danced around the edges of your vision.

New York, new life, new beginning. Your mom’s smile in her Sunday dress when she’d waved you off. The stench of alcohol in Lee’s breath when he’d caught on the bus.

You thought you’d heard a voice call your name in the distance before your vision went dark, and you let the void envelop you.

-

The sky had turned dark when Knockemstiff’s rusty welcome sign came into view, and he hadn’t spoken a word to you since you’d woken up in his car, with his dark leather jacket draped over your shoulders and bandages on your bruised skin.

You’d stopped sobbing, and you’d run out of pleads, apologies, and tears.

For the first time in your life, you were afraid of him.

His car pulled to a stop in a deserted parking lot. He killed off the engine, and clenched his jaw, inhaling a deep breath before he spoke.

“What was goin’ through that dumb head of yours, sweetie? What made you think you could up, and fuckin’ leave me like that?” he bit through gritted teeth, chest heaving. “One of the boys called me this morning, said he heard your mother talk about you to one of her old hags, babblin’ ‘bout leaving for good, New York, a job.”

He let out a bitter laugh, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“He thought she’d finally done lost her goddamn mind. Ain’t no sheriff’s girl leaving town for good, he said.”

“I’m sorry, Lee, I should've told you, I was selfish-”

“Yes, you fuckin’ were, fuckin’ selfish is what you are.” he screamed, and you jumped in surprise, because he’d never raised his voice at you.

“I’m sorry, I can’t give you what you want. I don’t want that. You know I don’t belong here Lee, just lemme go, forget all about me.” you pleaded once again, voice small and broken.

He stayed silent for a moment after your little rant, before bursting into a fit of laughter. His body shook with the vibration, and he clutched his stomach, as if no joke had ever sounded so fun in his ears.

“Forget about you? Sweetie, you know I can’t do that. I love you too much.”

“If you love me, let me go Lee, I’m begging you. Please.” you sobbed, gripping his hands in yours, hoping your wobbling lips would move him.

He sighed, and enveloped your hands in his warm ones, bringing them to his lips. He left a trail of kisses from the inside of your wrists to your knuckles.

“Come with me, then. Leave this shitty place behind for good, Lee. Ain’t nothing good’s come out of ‘ere anyways.”

You thought you’d seen his resolve break. You thought he’d choose you for once. Choose you over his thirst for power.

“You know I can’t do that,” he snapped, raising his voice again, “I’m so close to gettin’ myself elected, the campaign is going well, I can’t give up now.”

“Can’t or won’t?” you pressed, anger hardening your stare.

He held your gaze for a moment before looking ahead, eyes unreadable for the first time since you’d met him.

“You know I’m selfish too,” he shrugged.

He reached for his belt, and held up the metal handcuffs, wordlessly securing them around your wrists, ignoring your protests.

“Just stay here.” he grumbled before swinging the door open.

The cold, unyielding cuffs dug in your wrists as you attempted to tug them free from the metal hook on the dash where they were attached to.

It was useless, but it made you feel like you were actually trying. You were mad at Lee, of course, at whoever had tipped him off, and at yourself.

Especially at yourself for your wistful thinking, for convincing yourself that Lee would have given up on you as you’d had on him. For not running fast enough, being strategic enough.

You huffed in annoyance when the metal hook refused to give in, and fell back on the headrest with a groan.

Your calves and shins were sore from your crazy sprint in the woods, and the palms of your hands were scraped from your fall. Lee had cleaned the cuts, but they still stung when you’d inadvertently brush them against each other.

You were mostly unscathed, except for your wounded pride.

You wished your glare could incinerate Lee on the spot when he opened the door to the driver’s seat with a smirk on his lips. The car creaked and swayed when he sat down.

“Fries and vanilla shakes, your favorite.” he announced, opening up the brown paper bag on his lap.

“I’m not hungry.” you mumbled, turning your head to observe the diner’s feeble neon lights in the distance.

Your stomach chose that moment to betray you, and let out a growl when the waft of fried food reached your nose. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and you were starving.

“Your tummy seems to think otherwise, dove.”

You used to think that his cocky loopsided grin gave a youthful glow to his face, but now you couldn’t help but hate the satisfaction it oozed.

“Open up.” he chirped, a handful of fries in his hands.

You rolled your eyes, sighing to yourself. “You’re not actually going to do that, are ya? Just uncuff me, Lee.

“I won’t uncuff you until I’m sure I can trust that you won’t run off on me, dove. Might take a while, tho. Now open up.”

You parted your lips, deciding that this one wouldn’t be the hill you’d choose to die on. Glaring at him, you took a bite out of the fries. He hissed when your teeth snapped hard against his fingers, but let out a chuckle seeing you in the state you were in, amused by your pathetic struggle.

“Good girl.” he praised you, feeding you some more like you used to do on those long nights patrolling the streets. Back when feeding each other was an act of love, not a humiliating punishment.

“So how was your little trip in Ohio, sweetie? Enjoyed the fields?”

He hummed when you refused to speak, and brought the milkshake to your mouth, studying your lips as they closed on the striped paper straw, and your cheeks hollowing when you sucked.

“Could’ve drove you myself if you’d asked. Could’ve brought you somewhere nice on holiday this winter. Someplace outside of Ohio.” he continued, taking a sip for himself, “Maybe we can go to a beach on our honeymoon, whaddya say, huh?”

You snorted at his audacity, almost inhaling the milkshake.

“What honeymoon are you talking about, Lee? Ain’t no way I’m marrying you now.”

He shook his head again, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Yes, you are, dove. You are marrying me.”

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head as you gave him an incredulous look. Had you been blinded by love, or was he showing his true colors now?

“What, you’re gonna drag me by the hair and force me to sign the papers? Don’t think the preacher or the fine citizens of this shitty fuckin’ town are gonna like that too much.”

You scoffed, feeling your vision blur with tears again.

Lee levelled his face with yours, eyes darting between your own. You’d never noticed the darkness in him, and it made your heartbeat spike for all the wrong reasons.

“I don’t need to drag you, dove. You’re gonna come to that altar with a smile on these pretty lips. And you know why?” he whispered in your ear, and you felt a shiver go down your spine.

His calloused hand caressed your thigh, slowly hiking up your pleated skirt. “Because I’m finally gonna put a child inside you tonight, and nothing’s gonna stop me.”

Before you had time to react, or panic, he’d climbed to the passenger’s side, caging you in with his large body. He slanted his mouth against yours, forcing his tongue between your lips that you’d parted in a surprised gasp.

You pushed your shoulders against his, trying to pry him away, but he groped you relentlessly. Panic gripped you when you realized you were bound and at his mercy, and he wasn’t joking about his intentions.

“Gonna keep you chained until I knock you up, dove. Keep you in my house, can’t trust that mother of yours,” he huffed between kisses, hands roaming over your body.

“Stop, Lee, have you lost your goddamn mind? Don’t fuckin’ touch me, you asshole. Lemme go.”

You managed to kick his stomach, but in the frantic haze that had overcome him, he barely took notice, continuing his exploration of your body.

You shrieked when his hand dipped in your panties, and to your utter shame, found them soaked.

“You really want me to stop? Because your pussy is telling me a whole ‘nother story, sweetie. Feel how wet you are for me, you like this, don’t ya?”

He brought his finger to your lips, forcing your mouth open until you’d sucked him clean of your juices. He hummed when he dipped down and kissed you again, tasting your arousal on your tongue.

Your teeth snapped on his bottom lip until you’d drawn blood, and he released you with a hiss. His hand gripped your jaw, and tears began blurring your vision.

You couldn’t find adoration, love, and care in his eyes, only cruel determination.

The screams you let out sounded like a muffled gargle.

“Scream all you want, no one’s gonna hear you, and if they do, what’re they gonna say to me? I’m the sheriff sweetie, I’m the law. You were just stupid enough to think you could escape me.”

You pushed, kicked, screamed, thrashed until the metal cuffs had scrubbed your skin raw, fighting the hands that were pushing your bra down until your tits spilled out.

His fingers grazed your heated skin like they’d done a million times before, staining your loving memories forever.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna look so good with my baby inside you, all round and swollen.” he groaned, nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin hard enough to hurt you, “All the men in this town are gonna be jealous of me. Might have to keep you locked up all the time.”

You couldn’t deny the throbbing in your core when his tongue licked a stripe behind your ear, nor the arousal soaking through your panties when slid his hand over the hair on your mound, teasing you.

“Gonna keep these tits full of milk for a long time sweetie.”

You moaned when his thick fingers breached your entrance, feeling the pressure build up as he kept pumping them in and out of you. He kept his thumb on your clit, the way he knew you liked, until you were so sensitive and overstimulated that you couldn’t tell pain and pleasure apart.

“You can never leave me, never again. Don’t you understand, I’m nothing without you. I need you.”

He played your body so well that it made you sick.

“Please Lee,” you panted, clenching your jaw to suppress your wanton sounds, “Don’t do this. There’s no turning back from this. Please.” you pleaded, lips wobbling.

“That’s the point,” he huffed, struggling to fit in the space between the passenger’s seat and the dashboard.

He forcefully spread your legs open, making a quick work of ripping your cotton panties to shreds. Bringing his face down to your glistening cunt, he inhaled a deep breath before delving into your folds, tongue lapping at your juices. The lewd, slurping sounds soon mixed with your moans that you could no longer keep in.

By that point you didn’t know if you were fighting to keep his head where it was or to rip it out of his neck.

“You taste like heaven, so fuckin’ sweet.” he grunted before latching onto your bud, hollowing his cheeks arount it as he sucked you off.

Fireworks went off in your lower belly when pleasure exploded inside you. Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, rendering your limbs limp and heavy.

All rational thoughts thrown out the window, you melted into his body when he surged forward to slant his lips against yours. He swallowed your moans with his hungry kisses, cradling your face like the most precious artifact.

It felt wrong, yet so right. He was still Lee. Your Lee. The one who’d drive and sing with you, who’d found your dad a job after he’d lost it, who’d made love with the most care unlike any other man who’d ever laid a finger on you.

At least, that’s what you tried telling yourself when he pushed his hard, leaking cock inside your swollen cunt, and your body welcomed him in your warmth without any fight.

You both snarled when he sheathed himself inside you.

“I love you so much sweetie, I can’t lose you again.”

It was wrong and dirty, but it was okay to feel good because it was your Lee between your legs.

He hoisted your legs over his shoulders and slumped against the seat. His cock reached deeper than you thought possible, and you felt every ridge and veins slide over your walls.

Teeth clattering, bruising touches. You ached to touch him, maybe claw his eyes out or caress his chubby cheeks.

Electricity jolted every nerve ending on your body, and the next words he whimpered in your ear would have been a cold shower, had you not been so far gone already.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum inside you, dove, fill you up with my cum over and over again until I’m sure I’ve put a baby in you. Fuck-”

He snapped his hips harder against yours, thrusting his cock in and out of you. Your cunt quivered around him, gripping him tightly. He pushed you over the edge over and over again, until you were a drooling mess who couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore.

“I told you sweetie, it’s only a matter of time.” He punctuated each world he panted in the crook of your neck with a harsher thrust of his hips. “Ain’t no more parking lots, just a big ole bed. Yeah, people like me in this town, you know that, dove. I’ll get myself elected-, get a- cushy place up on Brewer Heights. We’ll be happy, have kids and all. My pretty wife, fuck- every man in this shitty town will envy me.”

You bucked your hips against his, wildly chasing your release. He could feel another one of your orgasms near by the way you clenched around him.

“Fuck-, God, you’re squeezin’ me. Fuckin’ cum on ny cock dove, I want to feel you come all over me, make a mess on me.”

You pushed out the muscles of your pelvis, and the intensity of your pleasure almost blacked you out again as you gushed all over him, soaking through your skirt onto the seat.

His cock swelled and twitched, and he released himself inside you, painting your walls with his hot spurt. The feeling was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, a fullness you never thought you could experience.

Your chest heaved as you slumped on the seat, arms aching and wrists scrubbed raw.

His cock softened inside you, and he watched enthralled his seed spill out of your cunt, your abused hole still clenching around nothing.

“Jesus, I hope it takes, dove.”

He droned some more, but you’d stopped listening. You kept staring ahead, letting him dress you back again like a motionless doll.

Had you been more aware, you would have seen the shadow of guilt creep on his face, soon replaced by cool determination when he blinked the tears away and hardened his stare once again.

Your body didn’t feel like your own anymore.

Static noises interrupted his actions.

“Any cars around-...got a call from Hawk at the bar- anyone can check that out?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, picking up the radio, “I wanted to go at it a few more times, just to make sure.”

Minutes, or maybe hours, passed by in a blur. You had no idea where you were, or how long it’d been since he dragged you back in this hellhole.

New York, a new job, a new beginning. It all seemed so far.

There was only one thing you knew for sure.

“I’m getting out of ‘ere again, Lee.” You murmured in a daze, “I’m getting out and God himself couldn’t stop me if he tried.”

Drained of all energies, you let the soothing sway of the car lull you to sleep.

Lee sighed to himself, watching you so defensless, bound at his mercy. He’d take care of you until the end of his miserable life, and protect you from everything, even yourself.

“I'm the only God here, sweetie, and I can assure you, you’re not going anywhere.”

Afterall, his dove couldn’t fly away from him with broken wings.

-

I hope you enjoyed this! Please, leave some feedback. It means the world to me! 💓

[dragondemoness]

Tsuyu Asui x Wolf!Reader

Tsuyu and a Reader with a wolf themed Quirk. I haven't gotten any requests for My Hero, so I wanted to write something.

Don't worry, I'm not salty 😅

I know I should be answering requests, buuuuuut I might be a little burnt out, so here's a little something in the meantime! Enjoy!

Sorry that this is so long lol-

Tsuyu Asui x Wolf!Reader

🐸Thinks you're the absolute cutest~

🐸To most people, you're more cool than cute, but to her, you're both

🐸Mostly cute tho-

🐸When you're in battle, she thinks you're really cool

🐸I see wolves as wise and intelligent, so Tsuyu definitely admires that in you

🐸You have very great leadership abilities, and Tsuyu admires that as well

🐸I also see Alpha wolves as really intimidating to their Pack, so you can definitely use your intimidation to your advantage

🐸You're the only one who can make Bakugo stay in line, and Tsuyu finds that hilarious-

🐸Tsu loves to play with your ears and tail

🐸With permission, of course

🐸Loves to scratch you behind your ears when you lay on her lap or chest

🐸Speaking of ears, you have really sensitive hearing, so Tsuyu pays close attention to make sure you're not bothered

🐸Even the slightest flinch will have her dragging you to somewhere quiet, no matter how much you insist to be fine

🐸Don't do that btw, she k n o w s

🐸Also, being a wolf, you're pretty serious and stone-faced most of the time, and not super expressive

🐸Tsuyu understands you, and assures you that there is nothing to be ashamed of

🐸You're also really introverted, so Tsuyu tries to help you break out of your shell

🐸She is very patient tho, don't worry

🐸Even though it doesn't sound like much, your Quirk is really powerful

🐸You have strong leadership abilities, great physical and mental strength, and your senses are immaculate

🐸And you can also bend others to your will using your intimidation

🐸Similar to Shinso's Quirk, except yours works through eye contact

🐸When someone gazes into your eyes, you can directly give their brain a command using wolf telepathy

🐸Eventually, you even learn to project images in their minds to make them see

🐸Tsuyu loves your Quirk, but she keeps a close eye on your Quirk to help you stay out of trouble

🐸Keeps bones in her room, she watches you chew on them with a smile

🐸You also bring her gifts, like sticks, feathers, even a whole-ass dead bird

🐸She finds it adorable

🐸Little bit disgusted about the dead bird thing, but this is one of the rare moments where she lets you down gently with her straightforwardness

"I appreciate the thought, (Name), but... a dead bird isn't exactly an ideal gift. Ribbit."

🐸You look so adorable when you give her the bird, she can't just hurt your heart and say something like, "this is disgusting, what the hell is wrong with you"

🐸Froggo girl doesn't want to hurt your feelings🥺

🐸If you can shapeshift into a wolf, this girl cannot keep her hands off you-

🐸She's petting your fur, holding you in her lap, rubbing her face in your chest, constantly telling you how adorable you are

🐸Your eyes also shine really brightly when expressing a certain emotion, like happiness, sadness or anger

🐸Your eyes are often glowy anyway, particularly under the moonlight or when it's dark, but they just straight up ✨s h i n e✨

🐸Whether or not they're shiny or just a little glowy, Tsuyu can't help but stare

🐸Unless it's a negative reaction, then she'll comfort you and/or calm you down

🐸She loves your beautiful eyes

🐸Your body is also really warm, so she will be constantly clinging onto you during the winter

🐸No matter how cold it is, your body never loses its heat

🐸Your body is even hotter when you're sick, which is one of the many dead giveaways

🐸The tips of your ears curl and your tail starts to lose fur, so it's pretty damn easy to tell

🐸Tsu will be on your ass i m m e d i a t e l y

🐸Being a wolf, you also do wolf-like things

🐸Sitting like a wolf, running on all fours, laying on your stomach with your hands below your body

🐸Another thing Tsu loves about you

🐸Also clips your nails so they don't grow too long

🐸But they literally grow back by the next day, which makes Tsuyu go "s i g h"

🐸You also have a cold nose, so Tsu shivers a little bit when you bury it into the crook of her neck or chin

🐸She loves it tho

🐸Having tail hairs all over the place can be annoying, but she doesn't mind too much

🐸You also don't smell... pleasant when you get wet, whether you're shapeshifted or not

🐸Straight to the shower you go, Tsu ain't cuddling you until you freshen up

🐸Very wholesome, very loving relationship

🐸Y'all are an animal duo, and UA's cutest couple

[yostresswritinggirl]

Antinomy

Part 2; things are brewing. VIBE

“Do you know the spiritual meaning of 11? What about in numerology? You’ll find it quite intriguing, funny even… until it starts making sense.” You’ve witnessed and harnessed the way and days he had grown to be; this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers.

Pairing -> Childe x Harbinger!Fem!Reader

Word Count -> 5217

Themes -> Friends to admirers, mentor, fluffy, suddenly ANGST

Series -> #Sojourner Specials (600 Followers Event) Part 1

Warning -> Blood and injury

Maybe it was stubbornness, his unhinged desire for the thrill of a fight, or you mistaken misguidance. Many possibilities, really, but Childe knows it had nothing to do with all of those. You're not to blame for his mistakes, but he sure as hell would have to pay for the mess he just created.

vi. fontaine

The show felt like a dance made to lure and trance such audience, and despite his resolve and difference in agendas, the strong Harbinger had been victim to the beauty of the show. Of swaying thin clothes and alluring flicks of the hips.

“We’re not co-workers, we don’t know each other, remember that.”

Tambourines and lyres synced through the performance as men and women alike cheered and stumbled to the songs. The Snezhnayan dancers set the bar high in terms of beauty as the Fatui disguised as performers indulged the crowd in symphony and dance, as if the whole nation was under a mania, no one saw and no one heard. They just followed lead as the agents lulled their own targets into a sense of security and joy.

In the middle of the crowd you lead the choreography as the main dancer, distinguished by the colors of your garb and its grandiosity, yet still respectably covered compared to the other performers. Your main objective was to catch the havoc of a man that left the headquarters of your organization in flames at his wake; and yet, it was instead Childe that was allured to your spell.

An intoxicated man had been eyeing your behind with drooling eyes for a while now, and with the assistance of liquid courage, he reached his hand out to get a feel- when it landed on gray pants of firmness. “Oh my, I didn’t know you swing that way, citizen,” you whipped around to see Childe directly behind you, who was also has his head angled to look behind him where a Fontaine man stumbled back in disgust. His hand clutched to his chest as if it were burned. “Sad news tho, I’m off the table, try someone else maybe.”

Before you can register the edge in his voice, he was already guiding you by the hand back to your dancing stride. You were momentarily stunned but devolved into a glare at his current recklessness, “Come now, Lady Viscaria.” He addressed you by your dancer name. “The whole world is high in the clouds around us, this would be a moment no one will remember.” You didn’t even need to look to know he was right, and you succumbed with a sigh.

Childe didn’t realize just how small your hands are compare to his, the softness of it in contrast to the rough texture of his gloves. If he knew, if only he knew, he would have removed them before you had entertained the idea. Your steps were lithe and your turns were grace manifested, eyes closed yet a gentle smile equipped on your face, the ones you had been wearing ever since you started the performance. “So this is how you fight.” He mumbled with his own grin when he had spun you back against his form, your feet glides against the pavement yet barely touching it as you seemingly floated to place. If he hadn’t known better he would have thought you were an Anemo Vision wielder.

Soon enough the square dissipated to give way to the ferocious dance you two had eased into. Steps became more pointed, arms tensed and strong, and the turns was almost reminiscent of martial arts as you seemingly evade each other’s swings. Suddenly a kick aimed to hit his chest forced him to jump back, and at the other side you dropped your foot, a taunting smirk and a condescending gaze set upon him. His blue eyes widened.

And the elegance of the tango from earlier turned into a vicious round of capoeira, powerful kicks and jumps yet not made to touch each other. Your figure leaped into a crescent kick when he had made a sweep to hit your ankles, him immediately rolling to the side to evade the blow. Dropping to the ground with your ankles and knees bent, a leg outstretched you gasped, and went into a running start towards him, “Lift!” A single command yet he knew what he needed to do.

Gripping your hips upon your leap his strong arms easily eased you high up, your legs were kicked high up and one bent farther back and you steadied yourself by gripping on to his shoulders. The atmosphere turned tense and the only sound you can hear were the ragged breaths you heave up close. And the crowd around then explodes into a round of applause.

Childe seemed to have snapped out of a trance from the foreign noise, breaking the eye contact you both held as he slowly placed you down. There was a sudden bashfulness to him then. But was once again pulled away from his reverie when you quite literally pulled him out of the square into a dark alley, eyes glinting dangerously as a toothy smirk donned your lips, “I saw him, the redhead.”

...

The chains felt sentient. As it flies forward to try and capture him, Childe conjured a wave to sweep it away only for it to change angles to strike at him again. It pierced through the pavement he was once on before it moved to retract back to the owner. At the other side, Childe had a glimpse of your more successful fight with the fugitive as your polearm easily deflected the advances of the chains, even if it gets caught sometimes. Your Cryo Vision would always make quick work of freezing and breaking the chains.

None of you expected a non-elemental fight, and this seemed more complicated of a battle than you would have thought. The man carried with him the aura you feel when you use your delusion, you grimly thought as you ducked out of another barrage, sensing the frustration and desperation of the enemy. You were barely breaking a sweat, you’d see his red eyes take notice, and you weren’t even using both of your hands to fight. With another smirk, your Vision then glowed by your side as you raised your arm. The hooded man braced for impact, but instead he felt a force hit his lower half- water current from Childe, and suddenly it solidified to ice upon your avalanche. His hand where the strange device were also covered to render him useless.

An arrow and a spear’s tip was now aimed to his heart. “Well, well, that was a nice fight, Ragnvindr,” you leaned down close enough to see the finer details of his hawk mask, you saw his eyes squint into a glare. He knows he lost. By your side Childe relaxed his arms and dematerialized his bow, the next part should be yours to work on. “Thank you for your dedication, but this atrocity ends now.” You straightened your back and took a step back, angling your spear to his throat. As his eyes close to succumb to death, your head would angle itself slightly to see Childe’s reaction

when a golden flicker appeared past his shoulder.

“CHILDE!” The devil himself felt the air leave his lungs at the force that punched at his chest, enough to immobilize him as he was punted to the ground. Before he could even recover, the pavement around shifted and crumbled to create a wall between him and the frozen Diluc. He heard the ice breaking and two pairs of feet scrambling away. “Fuck, he had an accomplice,” he breathed as he took his stand, about to give chase to the escapees. That is until he registered his mentor-

barely standing with a stalagmite pierced through her stomach.

“Chi...lde.” You gripped the pointed tip of the structure to keep yourself up as your legs started to lose feeling. He was there hovering over you, unsure where to touch or how to assist. Fuck. Fuck. This was his fault. “Go... chase, I’ll be- I’ll be fine...”

And then you blacked out.

vii. seven correspondence

There were multiple parchment of the same color littering his office desk filled with different lengths of paragraphs. Childe's quarters in the palace was cozy and wide, and nothing could be heard but the sound of his fountain pen scratching the surface of the paper with ease.

"Letters are important in Snezhnaya," you perked up from your unfocused gaze from his window, where you silently watched the brewing blizzard manifesting outside. Your eyes made contact with his genuinely gentle ones that still lingered at the task at hand, "why not write one?"

"Letters are commonplace in Snezhnaya," you corrected as you made your way to his side to snoop in his letters. He did not seem to mind. After all you'd pretty much already the whole of his family that one awkward encounter. He was working on the seventh letter and your eyes lingered around the six finished ones: there was one for each younger siblings, one meant for the two older brothers, another for the older sister, and one for his parents. "It's not necessary for me to write, I don't have an address in mind to begin with."

Is that so, he mumbled under his breath before the conversation died down once again to little scratches. A lot of his words had tales to tell about his stay in Fontaine, you realized the most details were poured into the contents for his parents. At the mention of this nation, your hand ghosts over your stomach.

The bandages from long ago had already been dispatched. And yet the stiffness of it has still affected your composure as well as the weird pull of the skin from the stitches. Only a nasty scar was left in its wake to remind you of the failed encounter and it forced you to make drastic wardrobe changes to your performing attire.

You saw Childe's shoulders slightly tense at your action.

"Childe," his grip on the pen tightened yet he kept his head down. You didn't mind. His mind was going overdrive again, probably. "Who are you writing that last letter for?"

He felt like he'd dodged an arrow over the way he had relaxed, slumped down even when he met eyes with better resolution within it. "It's for a special someone," his signature smile was back, "I've met her long ago and I've always made sure to send her a letter yearly as thanks."

Thanks? "Thanks?" The letter (it was short, you realized) was already folded before you could peek at the words within. You knew Childe was good-looking, but for him to have a girlfriend waiting for years as he drowns in his work, quite irrational and yet painful. Painful... to you?

"I've met a girl back when I was 14," he was suddenly up and bustling as he bundled up his letters. Urgent you followed to listen to his tale as best as you can with his long legs. "I never knew her name or her face, but she saved me from the wolves back in Morepesok. I never properly gave her my thanks, so yearly I would leave letters at the woods where she'd gone, and hope that she'll be able to read them and know that I lived because of her." You already halted your advances to chase after him as you stood before the doors of the Palace. He didn't seem to mind, he kept going until he was gone.

...Morepesok was a seaside fishing village with a vast white forest by the edges in which ferocious wolves and bears usually haunt. After your promotion to the Palace, you had never once set foot in the village, much less the woodland. Where you are right now.

You held a steady hand against your stomach as you retraced the familiar route you'd gone, something so far away you would have expected to forget it by now. That was six years ago, you counted as you reached the clearing in horror of its emptiness, there should be six letters here by now.

A snapping twig had you whirling to look behind you. "So, it really was you." His gentle blue orbs had met your widened ones, breathless you both were, but for different reasons.

"So you lied about the letters," the mocking pout on your lips had made him laugh. A sprinkle of red dusts his cheeks, and he was quick to hide it with the familiar letter on his hand.

"I didn't lie about this one," your upturned palms received the crispy envelope, carefully opening the seal and unfolding its contents, "I wanted to make sure I was right."

'Your sacrifice had given me a new chance, a new life, a new beginning. I wish I was there to thank you for protecting me, but this time, I will get stronger and make sure-'

"I'll be the one protecting you from now on." He finished, and the red dust over your own cheeks felt like torches made to melt the mightiest icicles.

viii. fleeting glances

Signora had always been the type of person to only make appearances when necessary, but most of her dirty work were done by her subordinates, her own little army. She's the coordinator and observer at the back as things were weaved into place for her. Like a flower on the wall, the Fair Lady knows and notices details.

The first one was by the entrance, the second was by the veranda. The third, fourth and fifth were by the hallways. The sixth was by the throne room. The seventh was outside. And the eight was that in front of her—

Childe disliked being in the same area or even breathing space as her, this much Signora knew. He was a kid still under training over the ways of the Fatui, but there was nothing more he hated than the way the Fair Lady handles her work, her soldiers. But it came with the aesthetic, and he had no other means to pry until he had finally grasped the way the cogs turn in this organization known as the Fatui.

The youngest Harbinger never looked her directly in the eye or even dare spare her the glance when it was not needed. And in all honesty, it was quite bothersome the first few times. After all, Tartaglia carried with him a certain charm.

His eyes would either narrow or be guarded for any other Harbinger that comes his way, respectful or dismissive, the options fleet through those whenever. But there was one humane and warm look he gives at special occasions, for a special someone, and Signora finally witnessed it in full view and detail—

The crease between his eyebrows would immediately ease as his eyes break free from its squinted, slanted form. The dark depths at the middle would dilate as his expression quirks up, teeth usually visible through parted lips as he dons an easy smile. And Signora would be taken aback by the immediate change as she follows the trail of his stare.

The gold was the first to strike with the way the trinkets hang by the waist, and the warm and mellow colors so contrary to the Fatui colors draws away the unease of onlookers. It was to make sure that no association with the Fatui would be made, that was your calculated explanation was upon your choice of 'uniform.' You've just came from a short trip to Natlan to gather all data to be reported to the Tsaritsa, and during that time the 11th had been under no one's particular care.

You passed by their forms (pass is a strong word, they were off to the far side, honestly) with your report in hand, humming to yourself as you continued your way to the throne room. That demeanor only means that you had good news to tell, good news for everyone.

The glance was gone fast as the moment ended, and his hard look came albeit much lighter this time. But the way Signora smirked signified she'd noticed, and his look only grew stiffer.

"Come now, pretty boy, show that look often."

The Fair Lady's laugh echoed inside the Palace walls as Tartaglia stomps off to where you had gone, to wait after the dusk convention respectfully.

ix. years of employment

Of the many milestones that could have been celebrated, it was done in an odd number at the most peculiar time. Yes, it is no surprise for everyone to know that you had been working for the Fatui for nine whole years now. And honestly, you shouldn't have been surprised that your younger colleague with the weird ways of his Abyss-induced brains, decided that it was time your anniversary be celebrated instead of waiting another year for the double digits mark.

"Please tell me we're not going to your house again," you softly pleaded as Childe continued to guide you through the paths in the main city of Snezhnaya. "As much as I appreciate their caring atmosphere, I'm not too keen on the idea of pretending to be the head honcho of the toy-selling company of Snezhnaya."

To this, Childe guffawed to a boisterous laugh, pulling his hand away from your back to clutch at his convulsing stomach. You pursed your lips in distaste of his reaction, but then it would loosen up to a smile as you watched him still try to catch his breathe.

After that, the trip had continued with only small chatter in between as you descended further to the edges of the city. You haven't been to this area, simply because of the fact that there were no patrols needed around the cityless wasteland where you are headed, and the glint of surprise had fixed a knot at Childe's back. Relief painted his face.

And you found yourself in front of a frozen lake, with hanging lights decorating the leafless trees by it, and a small table filled to the brim with food. "Lady toyseller!" You shot a glare at your student who averted his gaze away easily to focus on his other siblings. This heretic lied—

"Big brother said it's a special occasion! To commemorate your anniversaries for being in the toyselling business!" Your glare died down to a look of confusion, and the family gathered back into a homely atmosphere. So it seems that Childe coincidentally joined the Fatui the same day as you, two years apart. And he said nothing about it.

"We've been celebrating since the last three years, if we had known, you could have been with us!" And with that you were pulled in by Tonia to the table where her mother was, congratulating you for your hardwork and patience as she offers you to taste some of the food they had brought for the picnic.

"I know you've been helping my son ever since he became a Harbinger," you looked up to Childe's mother in wonder as your mouth was currently stuffed with her delicious homemade Pelmeni. She gave a light laugh at the sight of your wide, curious eyes paired with stuffed cheeks. "Childe mentioned how you saved him when he ran away from him..." and the mother continued to spill the details you were never given the chance to hear from the man himself.

You suppose this was the cause of your perfectly crafted aura of trust, to lure in your targets and make them spill to their heart's contents as you indulge them. In the end, Childe's mother's true intention was to thank you for all that you had done for her son, and to help him cultivate into the best person he could be among the ranks of the Harbinger. You gulped the last bits of the dumpling, a shy smile placated on your cheek, "It is my honor to take him under my wing."

"Hey, master, I sure hope mum didn't say anything embarrassing about me while I was gone!" A hand holding a tissue softly wiped the cream at the edge of your lips as Childe- Ajax finally made his way over to your table.

"It's okay, really, it's normal for children to pee their bed." You mused as Childe's mother laughed at the way her son choked over his own spit. Ah, you were right.

The rest of the day was filled with ice-skating, something you have forgotten, clumsily held up by the three younger siblings as they expertly excelled in the field. And right after was a session of ice fishing with their father, who was greatly impressed by your strength upon reeling the 50-centimeter long tuna. Flopping on to the ice platform as if to chase the children on land.

"Don't want to stay? There's a spare room here, you can borrow my big sister's clothes for the night. It's a long way back to the Palace," he stood next to you outside the entrance of his home while you face the other direction.

You sighed. "Tartaglia, I'm your mentor. And as the 10th Harbinger, your ascension should be my priority." You didn't see the way his jaw clenched at the intonations of your words. "If it were a different circumstance-"

"Next week," the snow caught on to your lashes as you closed your eyes, basking at the cold that bites at your cheeks. "Will be my last try. And after that, please see me as your equal."

"Alright." Your hands trembled.

x. final spar

Fatuus lined the veranda surrounding the quadrangle in quiet anticipation, skirmishers and agents alike that had yet to be assigned under Harbinger supervision and even those who just had nothing better to do.

Childe had anticipated the spotlight, but it was a greater scale he was not comfortable on. He was lucky a Harbinger had yet to watch the spar, the last spar as he had promised, and it seemed the gossip had spread enough to alert the whole organization. The Delusion mask sat by the side of his hair as he watched you at the other end of the field.

Your eyes held no emotion as they stared through his soul. A different kind of emotion he'd have wanted to see. He thinks to himself at the thought of you once being in the same predicament as him, did you feel the same fear and worry as he did? Did it take you ten tries? Maybe more, maybe less?

Tartaglia said this will be the last spar, and the final chance for both sides to make it a fair fight (to give it their all). But when you suddenly disappeared and materialized above him with your spear ready to strike, he thought, maybe not this time either.

The spear collided with the dirt floor as blades of winds seem to have exploded from it, a series of gasps resounding through the crowd as they stepped away from the edge. Tartaglia softly landed back on his feet after the successful somersault, materializing his water polearm to strike his elemental slash from the distance. But you stood still, unscathed as the wave that was meant to slice you turned into ice before it could come any closer. Fuck, Tartaglia knew his Vision was weak to yours.

You charged at him once again with the boost of your Anemo delusion, your polearms clashing painfully as you both tried to get hits on each other. There was a nick at this cheek to draw the first blood, your dominant hand twirling the spear easily Tartaglia retreats back to avoid the wildly spinning blade.

Soon enough he dons his own mask and the real fight begins. Electric currents ran through the field as an icy fog starts to envelop the floor, superconduct reaction running the parameter of the field as the Fatuus back away further. The next time your blades meet, a crackle of lightning resounded through the whole palace. Smacking his blades upward, your spear quickly sweeps down to swipe at this ankles, forcing him to leap as the fog obscures the reach of your polearm. Mid-air, he was kicked on the chest as your acrobatic arms held you up and over.

Soon enough his hunger for victory begins to manifest, and his biggest advantage comes into play: overwhelming strength.

Tartaglia felt huge triumph when you finally used both of your hands to parry his blows, your feet sometimes sinking into the dirt floor under the pressure of his attack. For the first time in the fight, your facade cracked with a grimace as you held your polearm up against his dual blades. Quickly leaning away, you brought your foot up and pushed at the spear's shaft, enough to force him back as you leaped out of his range. There was sweat trickling at the back of your neck now, feeling the sizzle of the current on the slight moisture. You swiped your spear in a crescent motion as a snow avalanche bombarded Tartaglia's side when he tried to approach, giving you just enough time to breathe as he tries to free himself under the snow.

By the time he's set himself free, you were already running forwards with your hands gripping your spear at your right for a swiping motion. He fashions his dual blades as he too sprinted in the middle to clash, weapons encased with frost and electricity. In a split second, his arms raised to your left, knowing this was your non-dominant side would make it easy to send you flying at the angle of approach. A powerful blow against another was about to shake the whole Palace—

"Columbina!" The vagrant's voice pierced through the crackle of elements, and Tartaglia's eyes widened when he had noticed your foot slip at the distraction. The inertia of his arms unable to stop the course of action; superconduct and electro-charged reactions creating a powerful explosion as the iced fog seem to have imploded from the force.

Childe's moist hands trembled as his vision tries to refocus. There's a ringing in his ears as he tries to grip at his hands, the electricity coursing through his nerves to make it numb. He desperately closed and opened his fists, and when he finally settled his sights straight, the dripping red liquid had splattered all the way to his mask and arms. With hesitation his sights followed the trail of blood and frost splayed across the field barely visible as the mist still covered the floor with a thin veil, his steps halted at the sound of glass crunching underneath his shoes, and he didn't need to look to know what it was.

"GET THE MEDIC NOW, PREPARE THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT!" Pedrelino's voice reverbed through the field as the few agents that finally recovered from the shock went into emergency actions, some running off and some running to the direction of where the blood trail ends.

There was an obvious pool of blood forming under you, as your whole torso was littered with the same redness. Your left ribcage was angled inwards in an anomalous way as the dual blades had logged itself in between the ribs. You were already unconscious as blood dripped from the side of your lips;

how unfortunate, Childe collapsed to his knees in front of you. You didn't get to congratulate him.

xi. eleventh of the fatui harbinger

His mission had been explained to him concisely and accurately alongside Signora's assignment right after he had been acknowledged as officially part of the Fatui. The throne room had itself full of the Harbingers (with a glaring absence of one) as the Tsaritsa empowered him with her will and concise plan, the gravity of the law and order of the universe and its incoming divine war finally weighing on his shoulders. It was, after all, his wish to end the ministrations of being under someone's supervision and finally walk his path of conquering.

A month after the fight had him standing by the piers of the Snezhnayan ocean. Here he will finally depart to Liyue where his true mission lays, as well as the franchise of the Northland Bank he'd have to oversee. The influx of information for both his and the other's works had his head reeling, pleading silently at the hope that you'd be there to reassure and clarify what exactly he needs to do.

But you're not. In fact, Childe hasn't seen you in the whole month after that fight. He was prohibited from approaching your ward as you were still unstable and fragile to risk; no, everyone was not allowed to enter, he assured himself. He had not seen nor heard you throughout the grieving process of a moment he should have been proud to boast.

During that time, Childe had also adamantly avoided Scaramouche.

He heaved a tired sigh as the consequences weighed his resolve once again, were you still unconscious? Are you still in critical condition or are you recovering? If things ended ever so differently, would you be there next to him to wave him off to his first major assignment? "Liyue, huh, that's a pretty nice nation."

Childe produced a strangled noise when he turned to his right, where you stood, watching the ocean horizon. Your hair was slightly disheveled yet framed your face naturally. There were bandages wrapped all over your torso, peeking out from the sleeves of your unusually covered attire, and your left arm settled on a sling meant to lessen the constraints of your side instead of sporting an actual broken limb. When Childe's calculating gaze settled on your face, you had a calm expression.

"Congratulations, you're finally on your way to your first mission."

"Thank you, although I heard it's quite different from what I'm used to. Besides seafood, too many new customs."

You produced a soft gasp as your eyes widened slightly. Childe stood guard, waiting for you to tell him what was wrong. "I'm a failure of a mentor," what. His eyes watched as you turned to face him (as he did) with an amused glint in your eyes paired by a light smirk. "I didn't get to teach you how to use chopsticks."

His face dropped into a deadpan, before you two harmonized into bouts of varying laughter. Your other hand placed itself on your chest to minimize the vibrations of your giggles, not wanting to put pain into yourself. A flash of hurt recognition passed through his eyes.

"Master, I'm so-"

"(Y/N)." You immediately interjected as you gazed at him past your eyelashes. His breath hitches.

"Ah, (Y/N)," you nodded at his experimental taste of your name and urged him to continue. He opens his mouth before closing it again, a silent debate within the depths of his brain, before his lips parted with a different thought. "Teach me when I come back, please?"

Your eyes widen in surprise and amusement, "I'm sure you'd pick it up easily."

You're not wrong, but he's adamant. "Nah, I'm sure I wouldn't, I heard they're really a handful. I'd rather wait for you."

Giggling again, you raised your mobile hand as he did own, exchanging the most genuine smile. "Okay, pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

I wrote this for two hours straight to the point that my left arm doesn't work anymore....

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