#just. after the poem scene.

[bastardwhoisnamedrat]

hippie is punk.... by wavves is... is *coughs* caldre.... *hack*

[toddtakefive]

few will understand demiromantic gay neil but i do

[thecrenellations]

He spoke each poem through to the end, and beside Jerott, Marthe’s lips moved, following. Sometimes the hard-pressed voice, uplifted, made no sense of the words it spoke. Then when the violence died would come relief, and the voice would pick its way again. (Pawn in Frankincense)

have some slapdash Volos!

without poetry:

[solar-halos]

this mood board monday is also phenomenally special. this one is for where soul meets body by @ellizablue

[muppetsnoopy]

maybe.... if writing is agonizing horrible ruining and seemingly impossible....... its because something is Wrong

[roxygobyebye]

she found a little letter

inside the casing of the clock

yellow paper and red wax seal

how long has he hidden it there?

she opens it and does not expect

the harsh yet sweeting words on the page

perfect cursive

written with his favourite fountain pen.

who is the man, Goncharov?

she has known him forever and yet never at all.

can she still recognise the man she married

or is his face blurred, lost in the crowd?

who is the man, Goncharov?

can she remember a single thing

besides the clock and the late nights smoking

and the smoking guns and blood?

she comes back to herself, ponders not the man

and ghosts her fingers over the paper,

drags her nails across ink splotched by

a dead husband's tears:

"Katya

for what is left of me, for our sakes

for god's sake, woman

remember to watch your own back."

the grandfather clock ticks on.

[technicolorxsn]

love how there are pretentious video essays that just repeat the book and meander and ramble about house of leaves. it's what zampanó would have wanted. it is not, however, what I want

[crowholtz]

The Alchemist and The Owl

Near the beginning of their relationship (before it became romantic/sexual), Helene wrote for and gifted to Strahd a long narrative poem to get out her racing thoughts on the rides to Vallaki from Barovia Village. He'd been on her mind quite heavily from their various mental conversations and long chess matches they played the night of the Dinner.

The poem was titled

The Alchemist and the Owl

It was a story as such: an old wizard and alchemist dwelt in an isolated tower by his lonesome. He once lived as the king's court wizard, but the wizard gained a mental ailment so altering, it stoked paranoia and anxiety, turning him away from anyone he could trust. So he left and locked himself away in his tower.

He toiled away at tinctures that could cure his ailing mind until eventually they began to help, lifting his anxiety and melancholy. But so ingrained was his newfound misanthrope and paranoid nature that he still kept himself isolated, instead now working on potions for his kingdom and sending them away by a single courier. It was better this way, he thought, that way his rivals could not steal his work. As he gets on in the years, his health begins to fail him, and quickly. He finds himself weak, tired. He knows he is sick. He begins work on a new potion, one that could cure him. Unfortunately the wizard hits a barrier, and he finds he has lost inspiration, he has a mental block. Every day he tries to think of how to develop this potion, to no avail. Each day becomes monotonous, as he slowly gives up hope.

One day, a pretty, blonde-feathered barn owl appeared at his window and kept him company. He was suspicious at first, but after it playfully nipped at him and he giggled in response, the first time he had truly laughed in years, he grew an attachment for it.

The owl visited at the same time every day. It even began to fly into his tower room with him, watching as he worked. The alchemist would bounce ideas off of the owl and talk to it of his past.

The alchemist was revitalized. He was filled with inspiration and new energy. His work was more productive than ever, and he felt he was close to developing a remedy for his ailing health. Not only for himself, but for whomever in the kingdom suffered from his affliction. The owl kept him company each day, perching at various places around his room, at sometimes sinking into itself, relaxed and snoozing, other times completely enraptured as it watched him work, soft noises coming from its chest. Once, on accident, the owl knocked over a jar of black dye, turning a chunk of its feathers black. The Alchemist wasn't fussed, insisting the owl looked better that way. The owl's feathers ruffled.

After months of work, he'd finally done it. The Alchemist scrawled the last of his notes in his journal, the finishing touches on a complicated and targeted healing potion. The only issue was actually making enough of it to be effective. His ingredient supply had dwindled, and where normally he'd go out into the wilderness to collect more, his legs were failing him. His body weak, the man could barely get around his tower. The owl watched on, head cocked, as the Alchemist's expression of triumph melted into sadness and resignation. He would see what he could do tomorrow, but he felt discouraged.

The next morning, the alchemist awoke to find his lab journal was missing, and in its place was a single black feather. He panicked, searching desperately for his book, though deep in his gut he knew the owl had taken it. Deep sadness overtook him, and he sulked and paced for a while, until anger swelled within him like tidal wave. Of course. How could he be so foolish? The owl was not here for his company, no, it was a spy. Perhaps sent by one of his old rivals. Come to steal his ideas and secrets.

The wizard rifled through his library manically, pulling open an old tome and flipping frantically through the pages until he landed on the page he needed. Unthinking, angry, nearly crazed, he used the owls feather and cast a death curse.

The was a fluttering at his open window as, just as the time, the owl flew through, a satchel in its beak. A flash of red light coursed through the owl, and it cried out and morphed in the air, crashing onto the floor. No longer was it an owl, but a woman, pale and beautiful, with a heart shaped face. A streak of black ran through her straw colored hair. Intricate tattoos covered her neck and shoulders. A druidess. She looked up at the wizard, fear, pain, and sadness in her eyes. She weakly handed him the satchel.

Confused and with a creeping feeling of horror, the alchemist opened it up. Inside was his journal, along with all the ingredients he needed to make his potion to heal himself. She had gone gathering for him.

The wizard dropped to his knees over her, cradling her body in his arms. He blubbered over her, repeatedly apologizing. She touched his face. Her expression wasn't of forgiveness or understanding. It was of betrayal. It was of heartbreak.

She died with a look in her eyes struck the Alchemist's very soul.

The wizard eventually sent out the potion recipe to another alchemist in the kingdom. He didnt want the credit.

The wizard sat, motionless and still, every day by his window, twirling a black feather between his fingers, until even those didn't work anymore. The Alchemist faded into death.

~~~

Since Helene wrote this poem, throughout the course of this campaign, it has been a recurring motif between Strahd and Helene. Strahd intends to free Barovia, deluded that this next ritual of his will work. Helene knows it won't. It never does. He's trapped in this cycle. Helene intends to save and free Barovia, but Strahd has seen this over countless millenia - the adventurers never win. He's convinced she won't win. They have to be at odds with one another despite their love, each of them doing things that seem terrible or hostile on the surface, but they tell each other they're doing it "for us". Both of them insist to each other that they are the owl, and the other, the alchemist, needs to trust them, lest they destroy each other.

And gods does it fuck me up.

[sailforvalinor]

I forgot to mention this when I originally watched The Lazarus Experiment, but the Doctor quoting T. S. Eliot had me absolutely screaming because, first of all, Eliot is my favorite poet, but also because I’ve never met a character that embodied the vibe of his work so well

Like, seriously, if you’re ever thinking about Tenrose and want to feel sad about it, go and read “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” you will be sobbing on the floor

[garlic-sauc3]

I started rereading the outsiders and god does it make me emotional

[inkskinned]

no, actually, where is the whimsy?

my ex had a best friend named larry who asked me once: what do you think comes after irony?

we were at the bar where larry worked. it was a quiet night, and he'd hopped over to sit with us on the patron side. i swirled the lemon around my limoncello martini.

earnest positivity, i said, while my ex said, art self-destructs.

i stared at my ex. he stared at me.

his argument was the cinemasins argument: look how bad media is becoming! look at the loopholes and the dumb shit!

it was roughly 2011. galaxy print was still in. at the time, i had a favorite shirt that was a wolf howling at the moon. it got ripped in half in the wash and i honestly still mourn it. i dressed like effie stonem, because everyone did. and irony was the name of the thing. men liked MLP "ironically." the internet liked the kind of crass, "anti-mainstream" vibes of things like fuck romance, touch my butt and buy me pizza. we put cats in sunglasses everywhere, which was because we only liked things in irony.

and media had the same vibe in it: anti-hero white men would be "hard to love" and then storm off the scene. nobody was just earnestly trying to save the world: they were jaded, angry, unoriginal. mad you even asked them to try to help.

my ex ends up not being wrong. cinemasins becomes super popular. a lot of people start viewing media with this lens that is the cruelest, most jaded depiction. it's wrong for your character to have unexplained powers, even if the entire movie is about how strange it is she has unexplained powers - that is still considered a "loophole." characters make thoughtless, panicked choices? loophole. characters are actually kind people, despite hardship? loophole. features a woman doing literally anything without assistance? loophole. movies become hyper-aware of scrutiny, and now irony rules the media.

which means you go to a movie, and the character has to turn to the screen and say "beats me!!" or one of the side characters has to have some kind of quip like "are you seriously telling me that you think this is normal?" because nothing can happen in earnest. like a sitcom laugh track, we now anticipate the fourth-wall break: the moment that the media acknowledges it is telling a story. the media has to apologize for itself, or else someone like my ex rolls their eyes.

but here's the thing: i wasn't wrong either.

the difference might be that i am (and always have been) so soft-hearted that any crack in the light of this world will spear me into the ground. and i was the poet in the relationship. (he thought that was the same thing as being naïve and stupid). i was making things daily. i knew how all of us artists are driven by some strange desire to evolve. he notably liked to critique art, not to create it.

so yes, i've made things that are bitter and angry and even ironic. i've made long, sharp poems with all capital letters, and i've made poems about how the silence stretches out like a song. someone wrote once that we will spend our whole lives just circling the place we grew up. i think it's more that we spend our whole lives trying to remake a home. i think it's that as we age, it becomes less exciting to build the castle on the beach - we become aware of erosion, of windforce. we realize what we really want is to come home to our dog, castle or not.

and while art in the foreground is mired in white male violence and irony, and aggression, and not taking anything seriously - i don't think that's true of all art. i think more and more artists are leaning in to the things we love. the world has changed so much. they have taken so many things from us. the only thing we have left is love. at the bottom of the moving box - all we get is the faint sense that we have to appreciate what little we've got. i can't enjoy this stuff ironically anymore: what room do i have for irony? if it makes me happy, that is an amazing thing. there are so few happy places left for me. i want to be happy because of how leaves shiver beside each other like nestling birds. i want to be happy because of the color pink, and how magenta doesn't exist. i have spent so much of this life suffering, i have earned my right to a gentle ending. if nothing matters, i get to assign meaning to the nothing. i get to create meaning. i am an artist first and foremost, which means creation is my thing.

where is the whimsy? wherever i fucking put it. because if this is my last fucking chance to do any good in this world - i want to do it earnestly. i want to write things that make you happy. that make people feel heard and seen. what comes after irony has to be positivity.

it was close to my 21st birthday. in 7 years, i would end up writing a book about this relationship, which is hopefully coming out somewhere around May 2024. i come back to this bar scene in my memories a lot. i keep thinking of how pale my ex was. the look that crossed his face. how i looked back at him. how for a moment, both of us couldn't recognize the other person. like the gulf between us was a suddenly wide and cavernous thing. like we were alien to each other. he never took my opinion seriously, and he always seemed surprised whenever his manic-pixie-dream-girl ever broke free of the plot. like in the whole time we were together, i wasn't human enough.

this knowledge: where he said nothing comes after, my only instinct was what comes after is love.

[eglerieth]

Some of y’all are not appreciating Bilbo Baggins enough. I am here to remedy that. This guy has:

• somehow managed to establish himself as a respectable, staid hobbit by the time he was fifty, despite being both a grandson of Bullroarer Took and the Shire champion of pretty much every aiming-game known to hobbitkind

• had an in-depth debate on pleasantries with a random guy passing by in the street, who turned out to be GANDALF

• collapsed in front of his own fire shaking and muttering “struck by lightning” over and over again in response to hearing about dragons and danger

• mind you, this was after he screamed loud enough to startle a roomful of Dwarves

• signed up for a dangerous quest completely outside of his league out of spite

• when told to scout out a mysterious light, saw some trolls, and instead of reporting back with the information, decided to PICK THE TROLLS POCKET

• arrived in Rivendell for the first time and said it “smelled like elves”

• upon meeting a strange creature that visibly wanted to eat him, he decided to play a riddle game with him- and guessed pretty much every one, and made up his own riddles, afraid and alone, that not only were good and full of linguistic puns, but actually stumped the other guy- AND THEN CHEATED AND WON WITH A QUESTION

• showed mercy to said strange creature who wanted to kill him, and was now standing between him and freedom

• eavesdropped on the dwarves arguing over whether to try to save him, then popped up casually smack in the middle of them just as they were debating

• somehow managed to sleep like a log at the really really high eyrie full of wild predators

• found himself in a bad situation, said eff it, and turned around and antagonized and fought off an insane amount of man eating spiders, like enough of them that fifty was a small portion, by singing at them with incredibly complex and punny insulting songs composed on the spot, while simultaneously slaying them in multitudes despite having zero combat training. Seriously, we don’t discuss enough how epic the spider scene is.

• broke a company of dwarves out of the very secure prison of the Elvenking by inventing white water rafting with barrels

• charmed his way out of being eaten by a dragon

• stole the frickin Arkenstone from the guys who employed him, one of whom was a king

• took part in an epic battle, only to be knocked out in the first ten minutes and miss the entire thing

• was named elf-friend by the guy who’s prisoners he sprung

• wrote his own autobiography, complete with all the narrative recognition of his own heroics

• spent 60 years writing said autobiography

• taught his lower class neighbor’s kid how to read

• taught his nephew Elvish- not only Sindarin, but Quenya too

• spent decades telling his cousins his own story as fairy tales, complete with character impressions accurate enough that one of them was able to fool a servant of the Enemy with a second hand impression

• used the One Ring of Power to hide from his neighbors

• planned an elaborate feast with multiple social faux pas to mess with his neighbors, complete with a purposefully bewildering speech and culminating in him vanishing into thin air in front of everyone

• left his cousins and neighbors very unsubtle passive aggressive gifts in his will

• settled into Rivendell, randomly befriended the heir to the throne of like half of Middle Earth, and apparently spent his time writing very personal poems about his hosts and reciting them to crowds of elves

• after being invited to a Council of basically every major kingdom in the continent, spent a quarter of the time reciting vague poems about his friends, a quarter of the time telling anyone who would listen about his heroic past, and half the time interrupting to ask when lunch would be

• volunteered to bring the ring to Mordor

• became one of only four or five mortals in history to live in Valinor

Seriously, Bilbo Baggins may well be the most chaotic, insane person in the entire legendarium, and that includes the likes of people like Finrod “bit a werewolf to death to save the life of guy who he just met and gave up his kingdom for” Felagund.

[mariana-oconnor]

Types of AO3 Summary

Option 1 - The Excerpt:

The quickest, the easiest! Find a section of your fic that contains the main premise of said fic and also showcases your writing. Copy paste that into the summary box. BOOM! Done.

Best used for any fic, unless it's so short the excerpt would be the whole fic.

Option 2 - The No Frills:

Just a description of the fic. No need for drama. No need to complicate matters. Keep it simple, keep it safe.

Example: "A short character exploration of Blorbo's thoughts after Daisy leaves."

Best used for short fics, poems and fics where the style/format is more important than the plot. Or fics that tie directly into a scene/episode from canon or another fanfic.

Option 3 - The Hook:

Draw the reader's interest by giving them a set up with no conclusion. Introduce the main character(s), introduce the status quo, describe an inciting incident, leave a question in the reader's mind.

Example: "Blorbo is a barista at a coffee shop, struggling to pay their bills, but after handsome rockstar Obrolb walks into their coffee shop they find that they have to decide whether a chance at love is worth the cost of fame."

Best used for mid to long fic where there's a strong premise and follow through. Especially good for AUs. Can be expanded for more complex plots or used multiple times in one summary for multiple characters or subplots.

Option 4 - The Sitcom One-Liner:

"The one in which [over simplified description of one of the main plotlines]" This is essentially 'boil your plot down to the very simplest statement you can, oversimplify if possible. The more bizarre or unhelpful the better.

Example: "The one in which Blorbo learns to like cake".

Best used for fics with at least a little humour in them.

Option 5 - The Rule of Three:

Three is a magic number. Find three key moments in your fic and just list them. That's it. Often ends with 'not necessarily in that order' if used for comic effect. If it's an AU, establish that quickly (i.e. 'Star NHL player Blorbo…').

Example: "Blorbo makes a friend, falls in love, and almost burns to death, not necessarily in that order."

Best used for anything, really. Three is a magic number. The human brain loves things that come in threes.

Option 6 - The Trope Lure:

Why bother describing the plot? We all know AO3 readers are here for the tropes. Similar to The Sitcom One-Liner just using tropes instead of plot. Often followed by the phrase 'that nobody asked for'.

Example: "The Space western / A/B/O / Mail Order Bride fic that nobody asked for."

Often tacked on to the end of The Hook or The Excerpt as a tl;dr.

Best used for fic that plays its tropes straight with no shame or second guessing.

Option 7 - The Pre-emptive Strike:

(Not recommended) You just wrote this fic, the self doubt is consuming you. You feel the need to apologise profusely for your existence for no apparently reason. You feel cringe, you think the fic is cringe, you want everyone to know that you think the fic is cringe in case they don't like it and judge you for it.

Example: "So I fell in love with this pairing and had to write this. It's weird and terrible. Lol! I suck at summaries! Sorry!"

Best used for no fics ever. I cannot stress this enough.

(Seriously, I am begging you, don't do this. If you're planning to use this option, rethink it and do one of the others. I guarantee you more people will want to read your fic.)

Sometimes added on to any other summary as a strange disclaimer. (srsly. don't.)

Option 8 - The Unapology:

Embrace the mayhem, embrace the deep dark depths of your soul. The opposite of The Pre-emptive Strike. A combination of The No Frills and The Trope Lure that truly gives no fucks.

You have committed crimes and you are proud of them. You know what your USP is and you're going to make sure your target market finds you. Look upon my works, ye readers, and despair!

Example: "There aren't enough tentacle fics in this pairing, so I had to write one myself!"

Best used for fics with controversial/polarising tropes with all relevant details already clearly stated in the tags.

Option 9 - The Interrogation:

What if you wrote a summary entirely in questions? What if your readers had to read the fic to discover the answers? Who knows what will happen if you do this?

Example: "What happens when Blorbo McBlorbo gets his wish and Daisy doesn't make it to the plane on time? What happens when Obrolb finds out? How will this change Daisy and Blorbo's friendship?"

Best used for... I honestly don't know. This style of summary does not vibe with me. Mystery fic maybe? Sorry guys.

Option 10 - The Multipack:

Got a bunch of shorter fics in one work? No way of summarising them all without a wall of text larger than the Great Wall of China? This one is similar to The No Frills in that you're not describing the plots themselves and similar to The Trope Lure in that often broader genres and tropes are mentioned. What links those fics? Are they all in the same fandom? The same pairing? The same challenge? Just slap that right in the summary. A chapter list with 1-2 word trope/pairing summaries can be included or not.

Example: "A collection of Blorbo/Daisy/Obrolb fics based on Tumblr prompts. Chapter 1: Regency AU Chapter 2: Werewolves vs vampires Chapter 3: Ghost!Daisy Chapter 4: Space pirates!"

Best used for (obviously) works that are compilations of fic.

Option ? - The Void:

I said The Excerpt was the quickest and easiest summary to do. I lied, well... I didn't exactly lie. What is quicker and easier than not having a summary at all? After all, that's what the tags are for.

Example:

Best used for... nothing? Write a summary, guys. Please?

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when they read your diary entry about your feelings for them.

Mark Lee

IN HIS DEFENSE, Mark wasn't snooping around. It just happens that you left the page open on top of the coffee table. Mark's attention was caught because of how you design your journal spread. So he read it, thinking that it's just one of your poems but he realized that it's about him when you mentioned his name !!! He'll be so shocked that he dropped the diary the moment he heard your footsteps. Probably won't bring up the fact that he read your diary because he doesn't want to embarrassed you, but ponders on your feelings on him. 

Huang Renjun

He was curious!!! You always have your diary around, like you write even in public places. So it's not that secret for Renjun that you have a diary, but he was curious about what it contained, so when he found the opportunity, he swore to himself that he'll read just ONE page. Coincidentally, he read the page where you're venting out your feelings for him. Renjun couldn't believed what he just read, and he'll probably act like he didn't read your diary but after that, Renjun couldn't help but be more drawn to you. :<

Lee Jeno

As Jeno grabbed your notebook that you gave to him for some lecture notes, he began scanning it but was confused when he saw that it's written in letter formats and not those math formulas that he needed. He stops midway, reading the first sentence on the stage. His curious stare became eyes wide when he realized that he's reading YOUR diary and coincidentally, his phone rang and it was you! You apologized profusely, saying that you gave him the wrong notebook. Jeno only nods, acting as if he didn't just read your confessional diary entries about him. 

Lee Donghyuck

Like the playful guy he is,, I feel like Haechan wouldn't accidentally found your diary but more like, he'll snatch it away from you when you're too focused writing on it. Yes, that typical jerk move where he's too tall for your reach and he's tall enough to raise his arms as he reads what's inside and that's how he found out that you have a crush on him. His playful personality will fade away, embarrassed because of what he did. And when opportunity came, you quickly snatched your diary away from him and left the scene. 

Na Jaemin

WAIT I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING. But I feel like Jaemin's scenario would be that scene where you two bumped into each other, making each other's things fall on the ground. You were in a hurry, not noticing that you dropped your notebook. Jaemin had it, and because it's you, he was curious of what's inside, and there, he found out that you had feelings for him. :< He'll be flustered because it's you! But he thinks it's best for him to return your notebook, so he returns it but then, opens up to you that he read it...and yes, he also likes you back. 

Zhong Chenle

Chenle was in your room, trying to look for an empty notebook that he can use as a scratch paper, as he looks through your pile of notebook, he found a unique looking one that stands out of the plain ones. As he scrolls through the pages, he found a photo of the two of you glued there, curiously Chenle reads the content and was surprised of its content. Probably had his heart racing and yes, he'll be that confrontational type, so he goes to the kitchen where you're cooking and just blurted out whether what you wrote in your diary is true or not.

Park Jisung

As Jisung helps you with deep cleaning your apartment, he stumbles upon a huge box that's a bit heavy. He asks you what it contains and you don't remember either, so you two open it together. You two were surprised to see that contains a lot of notebooks, Jisung grabs one and reads some of its entry. You noticed how he's turning red and before it can sinked in to you what it contains, your boyfriend hits you with a teasing tone, "You loved me since we were fifteen?" looks like he found your old diary. 

[bluessmutifyplaylist]

You wanted the yandere sebek request for your smut blog and ill shall deliver.

Go feral to with this picture to bestie do what you want 😊.

I’m just a small town girl… Living in my delulu world~

Warnings: AFAB Reader that goes by she/her pronouns, oral (reader receiving), breeding(?), creampie, future family mentioned, dom!Sebek, CONSENSUAL (reader’s a bit delulu), Sebek loves you more than Malleus

Sebek Zigvolt

As much as he loathed to admit it, he needed you. He had grown to need you more than he needed the validation from Malleus. You had become his whole world, and you had no idea what that meant for you. He breathed for you.

It started off simple enough. He would leave sweet poems at your door or on your desk. As Eliza Hamilton once said, he built you palaces and cathedrals out of paragraphs. However, he never signed it with anything that told his identity to you. Instead, he signed it as ‘Your Secret Admirer’. It drove you crazy, but you drove him crazy. It was only fair that he should have the same effect on you that you did him. 

But, with each poem, its contents got darker and darker. It got more obsessive. Despite this, you didn’t find yourself scared. You found yourself wanting to meet this person, wanting to hold them in your arms as you assured them that they were yours as you were theirs. You hadn’t even met them, but your heart fluttered upon the thought of someone being so dedicated to you.

Maybe you’ve read too many dark romance books, but your heart is no longer with you. It belonged to your secret admirer.

With each passing day, you tried to make guesses as to who leaves the poems everywhere where only you would be able to find them. It couldn’t be Ace or Deuce. As much as you loved them as friends, they couldn’t write a poem if it meant saving their own lives. You ruled out Epel and Jack as well, as they were often too busy.

This left one man, and you have caught him staring at you a few times. Sebek Zigvolt. He called you ‘human’ every single time he wanted to address you, but you couldn’t help but want your secret admirer to be him. You wanted him to be your knight in shining armor, but with a not-so-shining obsession over you.

Everything changed when you got another letter. However, it was not from your not-so-secret secret admirer. It was from a student in your potionology class who had taken interest in you. You had not informed anyone of your admirer, but you knew that he probably already knew about this. After all, the seal had been broken.

You were going to meet up with the student, so accept his confession. Before you were able to exit the classroom, you felt yourself being tugged back by your bag. You turned to see a rather angry Sebek, and you let out a gasp.

“Don’t go with that impudent boy,” He said, venom laced in his voice. “He does not deserve you.”

“Says who?” 

“Says me, Your Secret Admirer. I wanted to remain secret, but it seems as though you truly wanted me to reveal myself. You truly wanted me to make you know that you are mine.”

“Oh, but I know already,” You dropped your bag and turned your body fully to him, letting you know that you weren’t scared. “I am yours, as you are mine.”

Cupping your face in his hands, he looked down at you with a still-angry look on his face. 

“Then why are you insistent upon meeting up with this man?”

“Because I needed to be sure that you were my secret admirer. If you loved me, you would have swooped in and saved me from being with a man I didn’t love. While I put myself in that position, I knew you would be my knight in shining armor.”

With a flushed face, he asked, “Does this mean you accept my affections and my obsessive desire to court you?”

“I do.”

~~~~~~~~

Slipping the ring onto your finger, he dipped you down into a kiss at the altar. Applause erupted from thousands of people, happy to see one of the highest generals in the Briar Valley military be wed to the love of his life. If only they knew the darker happenings behind the scenes. If only they knew how truly obsessed with you he was. If only they knew the amount of deaths were on his hands because of you.

You knew, but that did not stop you from running into his arms time and time again. That did not stop you from courting him, accepting his proposal, planning your wedding, and marrying him. He was your captor, but you had no issue with that. It could be that you needed professional help, but you couldn’t help but give him your heart and your body.

That night, as he princess-carried you over the door’s threshold of your new home, all bets of decency were off. He was the reason why there was a tradition of why the groom cannot see the bride before the wedding: he would have tore off your wedding dress and claimed you in the room you were getting ready in.

Fortunately for yourself and your guests, he was refrained from doing so by order of Malleus Draconia.

Once you reached what you both deemed your bedroom, he put you down and immediately started kissing you with a passion you had never seen him with before. Who needed air in their lungs anyway? You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting him hold up your weight after running out of breath.

“From now on, you are to depend on me and only me, do you hear? Just like you are now depending on me to keep you upright. I will be your provider, as well as the provider for our family,” He pulled away, and you smiled at what he said.

“Family?” You asked.

“If that is what my wife also desires,” He smiled back, waiting for your response.

A few moments passed between the two of you as you thought about it. Then, you nodded.

“Let me properly step out of the dress, though. I want it to be able to be worn by our daughter or daughter-in-law.” With that, he reluctantly zipped down the dress gently, leaving you in a lingerie set that you wore underneath. 

You looked ravishing.

He picked you up once again, helping you out of the dress and laying you on the edge of the bed. At the end of the night, you realized that was the only gentle thing that your husband did for you, aside from the aftercare.

Kissing you once again, he made quick work of your bra and started kissing your neck. Moaning, you moved your head to the side to allow him easier access. He actually bit your neck, his fangs leaving their mark, making you hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. He eventually let go, trailing his kisses further and further down.

Your husband was obsessed with everything about you, and he wanted to make sure that you knew that. He worshiped every part of you, even more so than Malleus. He praised the ground you walked upon. 

It didn’t take him a while to tear off your panties, but you didn’t feel exposed. Instead, you felt as though it were an intimate moment. Sure, you both weren’t virgins, as there were times where temptations got the better of you. However, you always had protection. This time, you didn’t.

He started to go down on you, devouring your pussy like it was his first meal in years. He also started taking off his tuxedo. Once his shoulders were bare, he hiked your legs onto them. Your hips were raised off of the bed as he stood up, and he was relentless with his tongue, which made you have your first orgasm of the night. He then took the chance to take his pants and boxers.

Every time you saw it, his size always managed to surprise you. However, it was hard to be anything but euphoric as he physically removed himself from your core. You could tell that it pained him, but to finally see him with his juices on your face and licking his lips almost made you cum alone.

“Are you ready, darling?” He asked, starting to position his cock against your soaked pussy, a combination of your juices and his saliva acting as lube.

“Please, Seb,” You begged, and your eyes rolled back as he sheathed himself fully inside of you. He leaned forward, making your thighs press against your chest. Pressing another kiss on your lips, he pulled his dick all the way out before entering once again.

You were so warm, and inside of you, he felt like he was home. You were now officially his, and that ring on your finger proved it. He could feel the ring on his scalp as you grasped his hair to pull him into another kiss.

Pulling away to get some air, the look in your eyes was sincere. In fact, there were tears falling.

“I love you, Sebek Zigvolt,” You uttered between moans, letting your second orgasm wash over you.

The words surprised him, despite them being in your vows just a few hours ago. It felt different, with his dick inside of his wife… his wife. He knew you meant those words, even as your face contorted in pleasure. 

His thrusts quickened their pace, not losing the rhythm established, until thick, hot ropes of cum were emptied into your awaiting cunt. You both knew that this would not be the last time this night, and that it was merely the introduction of a passionate time in each other’s embrace.

“I love you, too, Y/N Zigvolt.”

[crucialplayer]

Thoughts on Mars placements 

!! everything is based purely on my experiences with signs, written with no other purpose than to share my observations and be unserious.

Aries mars. Practical jokes lovers, gentle touch haters. Hit u while laughing. Love the banter, sometimes a lil too much. Go for it (whatever it is) fiercely and without a single backthought. Explosive in conflict, but in a sense of crying screaming throwing up banging against the wall. 

Taurus mars. Life could be on Mars but they still be going on and on about that one thing. Sudden outbursts of anger. It might seem out of the blue but they’ve probably been brooding some hurt for a long time. They just hoped it’d go away… naturally. Also surprisingly horny. 

Gemini mars. Mind fuckers. That one guy defending polygamy «as a concept» rather too enthusiastically. Can talk their way out of hell with one leg already in the hottest boiling cauldron. I suppose it’s a placement most people will find charming at some point (says a lot about society…). 

Cancer mars. Rumors are true, the sky is blue, and they are manipulative. Watching anybody else display vulnerability is the same as watching a children’s play to them. Ur rawest and most disturbing moment? To a cancer mars its a chill Tuesday morning. Humanization of a silent treatment. 

Leo mars. You’d gather that its serious by the sheer scale of their reaction but I promise its not. 9 times out of 10 will cause a huge scene and won't be able to remember it 2 days after. Very defensive. Won't put themselves out there if they’re not guaranteed a 10-minute standing ovation. 

Virgo mars. They believe that they make sense but usually they don't. They’re calculating but it’s like they do it backwards resulting in some of the most unhinged decisions made. Want to be praised for… um… existing as they are. Kind of a menace in conflict. 

Libra mars. If u think it's hard for you to wait for them to make up their mind imagine how they feel. It’s similar to watching a plant move without a time-lapse. Cry when they’re angry. Go with the flow not because they’re chill but more cause it's easier for them. 

Scorpio mars. They ARE vengeance and I'm scared. Slash 3 tires after one fight mars. Not the person you’d try to make jokingly jealous. For further information read the lyrics to… really any Taylor Swift song. 

Sagittarius mars. Don't think before they do and think after they’ve done smth only if u make them. The kind of people that will try everything once just to know how it feels (and then present that to everyone as if they’ve found god by bungee jumping one time). Very easy to dare. Also are always checking someone out. 

Capricorn mars. Blood is cold, the heart is beating twice per minute. ISN’T IT lonely on top of the world fellas??? If u get them to like u your love language better not be words of affirmation. Instead of arguing chances are high they disappear for a while or just go into a rock regime. 

Aquarius mars. Are only attracted to intellectuals so naturally in a room full of sweet gentle people will go for the most narcissistic motherfucker out there. They’re sorta very patient but I feel maybe it's just them dissociating… Ponder a lot before making a move. 

Pisces mars. I'm afraid no one knows whats going on there. It's like they’re never actually present. Therefore often times can have a delayed reaction to smth, which people might read as passive aggression. Very sentimental, will write u a song or a poem on a second date. Also low LOW energy.