#majestic boi with many chins

[idungoofed]

Keep seeing super cute pictures of guinea pigs on here and then mines just like

[souvenir116]

ohh your last anon is so right! charles is handsome bordering on pretty cause he has a good ratio of both "traditionally" male and female features and max is hot cause his face is a crazy mix of angular and sharp (nose, jaw, cheekbones) but also soft (ehem pillow lips) but i find it so funny that so many people say max looks "weird" cause that makes him even hotter to the people that get it. there's this post that's like can a man be truly hot if he doesn't look a little bit weird and that's exactly it. but max had loads of stunning lil features that make him look so good. his straight, high nose, sporkly blue eyes that stand out especially when he's flushed red, his lips are crazy pretty (esp his cupid's now and it doesn't get talked about enough!!!!) and the little freckles on his cheek and top lip add a little spice too plus i'm so jealous of his lower lashes like those bad boys do a lot of heavy lifting in making him look extra cute

love how we analyze a man's face until the details as if writing a poem. and god yes. men with flaws supremacy 🙏🏻

scrolling deep in my gallery as we speak.

so, imo his face is kind of round, which is most of the time feminine, so maybe thats why people think he's not handsome but to me. its so pretty.

he also has a slight double chin sometimes + fat cheeks combination which is hella cute and adorable

he def has a jawline though. very sharp here

his eyes. i mean. yes. eyes could kill

okay maybe i lied. i like a doll faced man

and these two are so majestic to me. his cold/ cool aura is so attractive. he looks so strong here and this has me. really weak

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Feel me up (Bradley Bradshaw miniseries) part 1

Bradley Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lap dances and dry humping followed by shitty business practices and slight abuse (take care of yourself) minors DNI

summary: Jake thinks Bradley has lost his touch and leaves him a strip club where he meets a lovely stripper.

Word count. 2.0k+

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Bradley didn’t know why he went along with this dumb plan. According to Jake, Bradley needed to reconnect to his roots, so he was dumped off at a strip club and told to have fun. Jake even made him be right out front. Bradley was hardly paying attention to the strippers. He likes a good pair of tits; nothing did it for him. Bradley was about to call an Uber until a new stripper came out. He saw you come out clad in a beautiful white dress. He only stared, mouth agape. Bradley heard your heels click as you walked towards the pole. There was a certain confidence you had, you weren’t new from what he could tell, but he wouldn’t know. He heard many hoots and hollers from drunk men that made Bradley cringe. He couldn't even imagine what you or the other dancers endured.

“Take the dress off, sweetheart!” One of the men yelled whole. You played it off and giggled.

“You're going to have to be patient for me, baby” That made the blood start flowing down lower and lower. Bradley loved the sound of your voice already; he wanted to hear more of you. He was memorized watching you dance slowly and teasingly. Bradley's mouth went dry as you swung around the pole. He could see your small smile from where he was and reached for his wallet. He hadn't thrown out any bills all night. He watched as you elegantly began to take your dress off. It fell from your shoulders majestically. Of course, you still had a bra and lacey panties to remove. Many men had thrown dollar bills your way. Bradley had to have you if there were some way he could have you.

“Whoever my eyes land on first gets a lap dance free of charge,” You yelled ed looking at the ceiling. Bradley didn't stop staring, and he couldn't as your white lacey panties fell delicately between your legs. He was enthralled by anything you did. He felt like a teenage boy watching you. He was getting so hard. You still weren't looking out towards the crowd making Bradley wait with anticipation. He watched your folds closely, so closely his hand immediately going towards his crotch with flushed cheeks. Bradley forgot what you said earlier. As he watched you glance at him, you smiled. His face went even redder when you stopped and pointed at him.

“Looks like we have a winner,” You said, reaching behind your back and walking towards him. He watched every sway of your hips, and you gracefully removed your Bra with ease bending down to look at him, “what's your name, honey?” Bradley was bright red now, only gawking at your chest and tits. You chuckled before tilting his chin so he would look upwards at you.

“Eyes up here, Baby,” You whispered. Everybody was staring at you both now, many slightly upset.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his voice husky. You only giggled and gently caressed his cheek.

“Gotta give me a name Mr. Pornstar” you teased, which he assumed was because of his mustache.

“Bradley...Bradshaw,” He said so breathlessly and desperately that it made him want to cringe again.

“Well folks, guess Bradley Bradshaw is getting that lap dance” You stood up excitedly. Bradley heard many Boos, yet some cheers. A man aggressively patted him on the back.

“Good luck, son,” The man said with a whisper. He only watched your ass as you walked back to the pole. You were swinging yourself upside down now, a smile on your face. The lights turned off, and a new dancer came on stage. Bradley missed you already.

***

You couldn't stop smiling as you went backstage, the otter dancers looking at you funny as you sat down and redid your make-up.

“You seem excited. You usually hate giving the lucky guy a lap dance,” Cheryl said, crossing her arms and looking at you curiously.

“He's cute, The shy type,” you said, applying a soft blush to your cheeks, making them look more rosey. Bradley Bradshaw had a nice ring to it.

“He only gets you for ten minutes,” she reminded you, adjusting her skimpy red outfit. You giggled again, making sure your mascara was perfect.

“He’ll pay for more time. He's the type,” you said bluntly. Cheryl was about to repeat something before Jason came running in.

“Where is my little stardust?” He cooed as he laid his eyes on you. He shuffled over, a cigarette still in his mouth, and he slapped a big wad of cash next to you, “biggest payout honeycakes” You hesitantly smiled at him as he looked at the other girls. You didn't like the special attention from Jason at this point.

“Can't help being a star,” you laughed while blowing a puff of smoke. You closed your eyes as the smoke hit your face.

“Can you do me a favor, sweet thing?” your stomach churned while he asked. If he called you sweet thing, that usually meant trouble, “I got a buddy who'd like a private session after closing time.”

“You know I don't do that kind of thing, boss,” you sighed while he looked at you disappointed, lowering his sunglasses.

“But baby girl, I promised him you wouldn't want to let me down would ya?” you knew the game, and you hated it. He was going to guilt trip you til he said yes.

“I got a lap dance to give,” you stood up, adjusting your thong, “you’re going to have to ask another girl here. You hated springing this on someone else. The private sessions after hours didn’t enforce the rules as much. You walked out of the dressing room. One of the other workers was standing next to Bradley and going over the rules, and he looked half disgusted at what was being described to him.

“You’re going to scare the poor thing, Hank!” You joked, walking towards the both of them. Bradley sooner noticed your outfit or lack thereof. His face went that pretty shade of red you liked. He seemed quite buff and kuscualrbif his tight black shirt was anything to go by.

“You know I have to tell him the rules” Hank crossed his arms as you smiled at him.

“I'll be sure to call if anything goes wrong. You won't be trouble, Bradley, right?”

“N-no,” Bradley stammered. Hank only sighed before nodding, letting you move on. You giddily grabbed Bradley’s hand and guided him down the long hallway. He was trying to look above your waist and not at your exposed ass.

“You did something like this before, Pornstar?” You asked as you reached the small room.

“Not since I was twenty-one” he was nervous. You hadn't had someone anxious for a long time. You gestured to the chair. Bradley slowly moved towards it and shakily sat down.

“What do you do for a living, Bradley?” you turned around and locked the door. He could only look at your ass now, his eyes refusing to look away.

“In the navy,” Bradley huskily said, his hand death gripping the sides of the chair. You turned around, and he watched the slow sway of your hips. Bradley hadn't noticed your makeup; a soft blue eyeshadow and rosy pink blush.

“You're gorgeous,” he exclaimed and immediately blushed again, “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,” you giggled, walking closer to him.

“I'm flattered you think that” you got down to his level, looking right into his eyes, “do you want this dance?” your voice was so soft and sweet he felt his cock pulse. He could only nod, a lump in his throat. You straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You smiled so sweetly at him, “I'm going to guess Hank told you the number one rule of no touching,” you whispered into his ear. His whole body tensed.

“Yeah…” it was hoarse and filled with need. You smirked before you slowly started to move your hips. He gasped as you slowly swayed your hips in a circle. You were going in best to the music. Bradley was trying to contain himself, sweat dripping from his forehead. His hands were shaky as his cock throbbed for some attention. Every little ghost you did over him made him want you even more. He didn’t even feel his hands go toward your waist. You froze for a moment. Bradley instantly retracted his hands and was about to apologize while you shushed him. You like having him hold you, his hands big and warm.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you whispered. Bradley slowly nodded while you winked, “feel me up, big boy” Bradley groaned at that, his head thrown back. You ground yourself into him, moaning at the feeling of the denim on your clit. Bradley’s hands moved upwards slowly, and you could feel his Jeans tenting.

“You seem big. I like when they’re big,” you sighed, hearing him moan and start to spew curses from Bradley’s mouth, “what do you do in the navy?”

“Naval Aviator,” he hissed out, his hands making their way up to your breasts. You knew they never looked at the camera’s really, not unless someone paid extra for things that would get the club shut down. He gripped the material of your lace bra tightly.

“I like pilots,” you mewled, closing your eyes as you practically humped him now, desperate for a release like he was. He listened as his name softly fell from your lips. You looked down at him, and if they knew what you were doing, you’d get a harsh talking to Jason or maybe fired. That didn’t matter; you wanted this to get your mind off so many things. You were both close until a loud knock was heard at the door.

“Times up!” Hank yelled. You and Bradley both panted. His chest was flush and cheeks pink. You don’t know what got into you as you softly pressed his lips to yours. Bradley moaned loudly before his body spasmed. He squeezed your breasts as he orgasmed. Breathing heavily and looking up at him, you smiled, pressing your forehead against his. The knocking persisted until you yelled.

“He paid for more time!” Bradley hadn’t paid for more time, but he was considering it. He watched you bite your lip nervously.

“Boss wants you. Says it’s urgent” you frowned before standing up, Bradley’s hands finally leaving your waist.

“One second,” you whispered and opened the door, and closed it behind you. Bradley only heard chattering before a loud, angry man yelling, followed by a slap. Bradley stood up immediately and opened the door, and he found you rubbing your cheek.

“I told you I can give a better payout, and this what you’re arguing about? You wanna get this guy off still?” Bradley saw you begin to cry, “who got you off the streets? Who gave you a secure life, huh?” Bradley felt his blood boil, and suddenly, there was a gasp. He didn’t even know he had punched the man to the floor, and he looked at you, confused, as you held a hand over your mouth. Hank grabbed you and pushed you away from him. You hurriedly ran over towards him, a small piece of paper in hand. He was about to look at it, but you stopped him. You shook your head before he was grabbed by hank, who took him away. You looked sad at him before helping Jason up. He was still yelling at you. Bradley was thrown out in the street.

“Never come here again! The door slammed, and Bradley groaned loudly before looking at the piece of paper you had him.

Call me Pornstar xoxo

Your number, followed by it, made Braldey smile. He stuffed it in his pocket before taking his phone out. First, he immediately went to his contacts, he realized he never got your name, but he'd text you later and make sure you were alright. He then proceeded to text Jake.

“Thanks” was all he said, not looking to see if he responded. He only wanted to change out of his cum stained underwear and jeans.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Priory School pt 1

A 4-parter? Exciting. Though I'm going away in a couple of days so I don't know when I'll get a chance to properly read through it all.

Anyway, first thing's first:

I cannot recollect anything more sudden and startling than the first appearance of Thorneycroft Huxtable, M.A., Ph.D., etc.

What a name. Are those both surnames or did his parents name him Thorneycroft? If so, that's quite the name to have. It's got to be a two-part surname, hasn't it?

...so large, so pompous, and so dignified that he was the very embodiment of self-possession and solidity. And yet his first action when the door had closed behind him was to stagger against the table, whence he slipped down upon the floor, and there was that majestic figure prostrate and insensible upon our bearskin hearthrug.

He collapsed, but he did it in the most dignified manner possible.

That's a superpower.

Then Holmes hurried with a cushion for his head and I with brandy for his lips.

BRANDY!

How I have missed you! Clearly the only possible medical response to such an entrance. Give the man a brandy, let it work its magic!

Brandy, the unsung hero of the Holmes stories. The true doctor. The panacea of the ages.

"Thank you, if I might have a glass of milk and a biscuit I have no doubt that I should be better."

What? No brandy?

Milk and a biscuit? I like this guy.

“Have you heard nothing of the abduction of the only son of the Duke of Holdernesse?”

Hey wait, is that one of the stories that was mentioned in a previous story? I vaguely recall something about the Duke being kind of a dickhead. But I might be confusing matters.

By 'late Cabinet Minister' does Holmes mean that of late the duke was a cabinet minister, or that he was a cabinet minister and then he died?

And how many 'wealthiest' people in the country are there? We seem to be collecting them.

"I may tell you, however, that his Grace has already intimated that a cheque for five thousand pounds will be handed over to the person who can tell him where his son is, and another thousand to him who can name the man, or men, who have taken him.”

That's over £600,000 in today's money if anyone's wondering, which translates to Just under $750,000.

"And now, Dr. Huxtable, when you have consumed that milk you will kindly tell me what has happened, when it happened, how it happened, and, finally, what Dr. Thorneycroft Huxtable, of the Priory School, near Mackleton, has to do with the matter, and why he comes three days after an event—the state of your chin gives the date—to ask for my humble services.”

Wait, wait, wait. He called him Dr Huxtable, so that means Thorneycroft is actually his first name. Seriously?

Wow.

That's a choice.

Both by author and by fictional parents. A. Choice.

I'm glad they gave him his milk and biscuits. 😊

"It is an open secret that the Duke's married life had not been a peaceful one, and the matter had ended in a separation by mutual consent, the Duchess taking up her residence in the South of France."

This is strangely functional compared to other relationships we've seen. Apart from the custody issues. (Did the boy run off to live with his mother?) At least neither of them is actively abusing or killing the other - as far as we can tell from this information at least. A mutual separation is very grown up of them.

"Heidegger, the German master, was missing. His room was on the second floor, at the farther end of the building, facing the same way as Lord Saltire's. His bed had also been slept in; but he had apparently gone away partly dressed, since his shirt and socks were lying on the floor."

Was going to say 'suspicious', but the fact that he wasn't fully dressed seems pretty certain to point to him having observed the boy going/being taken and having taken off after him in a hurry. No self respecting kidnapper would do the job half-dressed. At least not in the early twentieth century. Imagine kidnapping someone without your waistcoat or your hat? The horror!

"It is only a few miles away, and we imagined that in some sudden attack of home-sickness he had gone back to his father; but nothing had been heard of him."

You said yourself he was sent to your school because he was miserable at home and missed his mother. Isn't it more likely he was heading to the South of France if he left by himself?

“I am not to blame, Mr. Holmes. His Grace was extremely desirous to avoid all public scandal. He was afraid of his family unhappiness being dragged before the world. He has a deep horror of anything of the kind.”

I take back everything I said about this duke being a grown up. Your child is missing. Unless you know exactly where he is and that he's safe, or you have a ransom note saying that if you tell people they'll kill him, you don't try and cover the thing up. Avoiding scandal is not more important than your son.

“Was he in the master's class?” “No; he never exchanged a word with him so far as I know.” “That is certainly very singular."

I mean, if you look out your window and see a child absconding from school grounds in the middle of the night, then you kind of have to go after him. You don't just say 'oh, well he's not in my class, it must be someone else's problem'... do you? There's a duty of care, surely.

“Well, now, you do not mean to seriously suggest that this German rode off upon a bicycle in the dead of the night bearing the boy in his arms?” “Certainly not.” “Then what is the theory in your mind?”

That the boy got into a car/carriage with someone he trusted and the German teacher set off in pursuit on his bicycle because one of the students was being kidnapped.

I do hope the poor German teacher isn't dead in a ditch somewhere. He seems to be the only person thus far with any sense (although maybe shouting to wake someone else up might have been a thought).

“His Grace is never very friendly with anyone. He is completely immersed in large public questions, and is rather inaccessible to all ordinary emotions. But he was always kind to the boy in his own way.”

Sounds like the perfect candidate for sole custody of a young boy.

“I have had some confidential talks with Mr. James Wilder, his Grace's secretary. It was he who gave me the information about Lord Saltire's feelings.”

This is the second, or maybe third, mention of Mr James Wilder, his Grace's secretary. Hmmmmm

If anyone could imitate the duke's handwriting, it would be his secretary. And he's going around talking about his employer's private affairs. Hmmm and again I say hmmmmm

"...it would be well to allow the people in your neighbourhood to imagine that the inquiry is still going on in Liverpool, or wherever else that red herring led your pack."

Huh, the phrase 'red herring', according to Google, originated in the year 1807... or 1686... or 1884...

So... that clears that up. 🤣

“The Duke is here,” said he. “The Duke and Mr. Wilder are in the study. Come, gentlemen, and I will introduce you.”

Ah, Mr Wilder, you grow more suspicious by the second.

“Hardly that, Doctor, hardly that,” said Holmes, in his blandest voice. “This northern air is invigorating and pleasant, so I propose to spend a few days upon your moors, and to occupy my mind as best I may. Whether I have the shelter of your roof or of the village inn is, of course, for you to decide.”

Telling Holmes to stop investigating something is like telling a toddler that they aren't allowed to eat the chocolate cake. Inevitably it makes them want it more. Congratulations, Mr Wilder, you just made sure Holmes is never leaving. You are stuck with him.

The nobleman's reply was interrupted by his secretary, who broke in with some heat. “His Grace is not in the habit of posting letters himself...”

Heaven forfend that a duke should post his own letters! LE GASP. He might... touch something common and contaminate his noble hands! Or the effort of such menial exertions might raise a common sweat upon his noble brow! How could you even suggest such a thing, Holmes? How dare?!

It was evident that to his intensely aristocratic nature this discussion of his intimate family affairs with a stranger was most abhorrent, and that he feared lest every fresh question would throw a fiercer light into the discreetly shadowed corners of his ducal history.

I'm not exactly predisposed to like aristocratic characters, I will admit, but this is just such a 'Really? Really really?' moment. I get stiff-upper-lip, toxic-masculinity, allergic-to-emotions, but your only son is missing. Sir, either you are dead inside or you know exactly where he is and are responsible.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

No because if Raichi just shut up he’d pull LMAOO also if he didn’t say weird shit like “man I can’t play my sexy soccer”??? I guess that’s more tame already for bllk boys but uh

Ouu ok now that you mention it I can imagine nsfw accounts probably get more hate comments…like in a way just because it’s nsfw it’s more polarizing in a way where people can use the fact that’s it’s nsfw as an excuse to talk shit and whatnot….tbh I also think you’re probably safe?? But either way I got your back tho o7

LMAOO no literally it’s impossible to not throw at least one meme moment out there…but also HAHA I can’t wait not only to read it but also to see how long it ends up being LMAOA I’m placing my bet here and saying 15k for now

AHAHAHA honestly when I first started diving into the “manga only” characters I also felt that way…but hey I mean who’s stopping you from having two men to dedicate your blog to!! My b for fueling those thoughts LMAOAO the Karasu ideas were just too good though hehe

I’m ngl I completely forgot notes were a thing HSGSHS ok but yeah honestly really just a matter of popularity because that Sae tag is overflowing (also just generally even on social media like tiktok almost every other bllk post I see involves the Itoshi bros like) trust once people are shown tabieita it’s over for your notifications…(bro I’m STILL not over them not showing Karasu in the trailer??? We just got his chin like NO I need to see the hair too please Otoya did look majestic in that though!! Also in a recent interview some animating director I think acknowledged how s1 had to be a bit rushed because of deadlines but they have more time producing s2 so I’m hoping that means animation glow up?!?!)

YEAH HE WAS CAPTAIN IN FWTKAC!! But literally like honestly he should’ve been captain for the u20 match too Rin was NOT leading anybody let’s be real…also I was under the assumption that captains didn’t have to be the aces or main strikers of their team either? Like aikus a defender too ugh we could’ve had captain Karasu but whatever!!! I’m fully believing that in some point in time he was captain of Bambi

LOSERSEXUAL LMFAOOOOO TRUE!!! Something about the sad loser boys tugging at y/n’s heartstrings…I’m crying because literally Hiori canonically does NOT leave the house and Karasu would be there like “babe I can deal with all the taxes and finances and I’m captain and I style my hair and I’m smart and can read social cues too and I have friends and-“

Sassy younger sibling who humbles and puts their older sibling into place when they get a big head due to popularity >>>

LMFAO MALE PATTERNED BALDNESS I did not know that was the name for that type of buzz though so, the more yk!!

Well you guessed correctly I was giggling kicking my feet like “omg the smash reference and Otoya finding out sheik is a girl mentioned” HAHAH Otoya not realizing his own feelings is now my favorite>>>

Ok wait but the real question is HOW MUCH WERE THOSE CUPCAKES?? I’ve seen many a ridiculously priced dessert and I’m curious about how much you imagined them being LMAO

No me too I can never imagine myself being with a cheater or even being much more than surface acquaintances with one!! It just doesn’t really make sense to me but FR honestly you wrote it really well because when I read that I could FEEL the teenage dumbassery like this is definitely more so a stupid boy still in puberty limbo who doesn’t really know how to go about actually loving someone and is kinda just recklessly having fun in a way that society has kinda established

I LOVED IT it had the exact vibe of “oh no that’s just my homie that I like spending every second of everyday with nothing more than bros though” that I had imagined Otoya would have if he ever actually loved someone SHSHS CANNOT WAIT have fun writing the Karasu one I just KNOW it’ll be a delight to read

Also wait I’m gonna mash the light novel thoughts here too

And yeah I know a bit!!! Definitely not 100% fluent by any means but enough to be able to consume media and have most everyday conversations I just mainly can’t do super niche technical terms LOL It does take me a bit longer to read than if it were in English No you’re not dumb at all LMAO that’s exactly what I meant when I mentioned translating earlier on HAHA

As mentioned before though I’ve only gotten through like chapter 1 of yuki’s so far partially because of slower reading but also because I got sidetracked doom scrolling after trying to dig for a tiktok LMAO

BUT I almost cried looking at the index though one of the later chapters for yuki is “a lifetime’s worth of tears” GOODBYE I think we all know what that’s about :,,,)

Once I finish read them in their entirety I’ll come back and slap more formal summaries of each chapter but basically YUKI IS SUCH A SENTIMENTAL BOY SHSGSH basically first chapter details his first day of elementary school/entrance ceremony (he’s got a loving set of parents thank god) but basically he’s a rather mature boy and is pretty stoic and shy so he worries about making friends. As he’s walking in there’s Sakura trees in the yard that are causing petals to fall and yuki grabs one and stores it in his pocket (that’s where he gets his “fetish” from ig LMAO) In the end he befriends his seatmate and another girl, and ofc the way they first meet is just via self-intros and reading each others name tags and the name tag part is highly emphasized in the chapter!! His seatmate makes it a point to stare at his name tag and the girl literally like yanks his shirt to get a better look at the name tag (LMAO). Anyways, first day goes well and yuki goes home with his parents all happy and whatnot until he gets home and starts changing into home clothes and realizes his name tag isn’t with his jacket like he thought it was supposed to be!! He gets all frantic because the name tag was really special to him, since his mom had handwritten his name onto it and (this next part is more implied) it was a memento of his first day at school where he managed to make friends! So he literally runs out like mom I can’t find it and his mom’s like “oh no! We’ll just have to order you another one then” and yukis like “No..that one was special..” so literally right before they plan to eat dinner he runs out back to school to try and search for it and ofc (as the non negligent parents they are) his parents chase after him!! They end up going back and forth tracing their steps from their home to school like three times and yukis like on the ground searching under cars and just checking everywhere and after their third try his parents are like “it’s time to go home kenyu…we’ll order you another don’t worry! You must be hungry now” and begrudgingly on the verge of tears yuki’s like ok…and goes to take some sakura petals from the ground at least to make up for it but turns out his name tag was buried under the petals shdgshsh he’s so happy he’s crying tears of joy* and he’s glad he didn’t give up and his parents are hugging him as he cries and he thinks to himself “God was looking out for me, as long as I don’t give up, these sorts of wonderful things will be sure to happen” and it ends with “His honesty and determination gave birth to a small miracle”

It was so cute he really held that name tag close to his heart even after just one day!! And he’s very perceptive..like when his parents were getting ready to go back home he realized that they’re probably also exhausted and you can kinda feel that he feels bad about that which is why he reluctantly agrees to going home! He was also really nervous entering school LOL even his parents were a bit worried that he was too quiet/stoic to make friends

Ok onto reading more so I can come back here or maybe by the time I’m done I’ll have just decided to compile a large list of summaries LMAO

-Karasu anon

please ignore how crazy quickly my chronically online ass is responding to this LMAOAOA but yes i feel like raichi is missing a certain smth that would allow him to get away w saying bs?? like if we look at the unholy trinity of making sexual comments while playing soccer we have shidou which like ok that’s just shidou, karasu who is so chill normally + established as a menace that it kinda cancels out, and aiku who’s hot enough that it’s acceptable somehow?? raichi doesn’t have any of that going for him plus we have literally never seen him play “sexy soccer” a day in his life so what is he even talking abt 😭

i agree i think nswf/dark content accounts naturally are more susceptible to hate just because they’re writing abt things that may or may not be acceptable to the general public so people freak out abt that and their automatic response is to hate…honestly it’s a shame LMAO i’ve also seen a lot of stuff on tik tok where younger people in fandom make fun of older members of fandoms and it’s just like 😭 who do you think is making half of the content you consume 😭 because it for sure is not your fellow twelve year olds who are still learning grammar 😩 personally i am many years away from being even close to thirty so i don’t take it PERSONALLY per se but idk it’s just sad i wish people would abide by the whole “live and let live” policy because why is it hurting you that some random adult you will never interact with irl likes watching anime or writing fanfiction?? HAHAHA anyways rant aside yes i think i’m in as much of a green zone as you can get in terms of being safe from hate so i try not to worry too much 😩 like what would people even be mad abt…sorry for writing too much abt karasu ig???

I LOVE THE KARASU IDEAS DON’T WORRY LMAOO he’s my king nagi just gets the “first bllk character i hyperfixated on” award so he will probably remain number one for a while just because of that 😭 although like as much as i love him i know for a fact that irl i WOULD be going for karasu because as much as i like taking care of other people i have been too spoiled for my entire life to ever go for someone who wouldn’t continue a that trend i fear that nagi may not fit the bill 😫💔 he’s still my man though it’s ok

HAHAH we avoid the itoshi bros here as you well know 😌 unless it’s a request or they’re a second lead i will NOT be writing those mfs!! on this blog we care about side characters only 😍 and nagi…he’s kind of his own thing though LMAOAOA and yes it looks like the animation will be much better which i’m super excited abt!! i didn’t hate the bllk animation for s1 that much either so it really can only get better for me

OKAY I THOUGHT SO and yeah i feel like karasu lowkey acted like the captain for the whole u20 game too?? like he was making calls and plays on the field (even though lowkey isagi stayed ignoring him KDCJSJS) as well as arguing w the ref got injured AND ego called him the heart of the team so idk why he wasn’t the captain…rin being captain made no sense bro didn’t even like his teammates 😭 i think it was just to further show that he’s the “best” but he did not have one captain-like moment in the entire game 😩 i’ll cry if he’s the captain of the u20 world cup squad…give me captain karasu/aiku or give me DEATH jinpachi ego ik you see karasu carrying pxg and bossing everyone around pls give him what he deserves (i wouldn’t mind aiku though just because he’s the oldest out of everyone and def has experience as a leader)

LITERALLY KARASU IS CRASHING OUTTT what does hiori have that he doesn’t (besides an erotic left leg) like he’s sobbing on the floor BEGGING y/n for a chance and she’s just like 😍 you mean that man hasn’t seen the sun in a week ⁉️ i NEED him 🤤 (hiori is none the wiser he just thinks karasu is up to his usual nonsense and he doesn’t have enough social intelligence to realize a girl into him)

heheh i love throwing little references to our convos into my fics i think they rlly add a certain layer to them (otoya sheik scene vs karasu drowning scene who will win) i’m glad you appreciate them!! and YES oblivious otoya my king i love him sm

$50 USD is what i had in mind!! that’s why y/n freaks out like otoya is hooking her up with the GOOD shit meanwhile he can’t even be bothered to spend $10 on the girl he’s actually dating LMAOAO he is actually insane a little bit 😓 the way the bakery wasn’t even having a sale so he had to have KNOWN y/n wanted cupcakes from there, went inside for specifically that purpose, texted his sister to make sure he was getting the right ones, and then spent a lowkey ridiculous amt of money all because he “wanted her advice” like i need him to be so serious rn…

yeah that’s also why i didn’t have y/n actively pining for him until he decided to better himself!! ofc she very clearly liked him a lot but she was far too aware of his nonsense to do anything abt it until he fixed himself and came to HER as a better version if that makes sense?! ofc it was her advice that made him realize what he had to do but she didn’t put in a drop of emotional labor it was all him!! i think that’s the only way to handle a character like him without devaluing the mc or making her seem stupid for getting w such an obvious red flag

that’s the vibe i wanted to give off like he thinks they’re such good homies that his strong emotions are because of their friendly bond!! i bet you he mentally little-sister-zoned y/n for a hot minute because there was “no other explanation” for why he liked her so much and she was best friends w his little sister so it only made sense to his dumbass

OKAY YAY I’M GLAD I DIDN’T MISUNDERSTAND that’s rlly fun!! japanese is such a cool language there’s so many intricacies to it which i think are so fascinating (but make it rlly hard to learn i’m sure). i’m bilingual too in that i can speak hindi fluently (and better than a lot of people who actually live in india can) but sadly i cannot read or write it so i’m always jealous of people that can read another language

the doom scrolling on tik tok is unbelievably real my tt screentime is so bad 😰 it makes up for it by being the source of many of my greatest ideas (that’s how i justify it) as well as my favorite edits…just the other day i saw an edit of marc snuffy (the ubers coach) and his one friend that committed suicide to the song “forever young” i lowkey teared up (not actually but ykwim)

STOPPP MY HEART YUKI IS SO SWEETTTTTT and he actually had a kind and normal family YAY!! i feel like this reaffirms what we were talking abt where he just doesn’t care about random people’s lives which is why his egoist bible entry is what it is but he’s def rlly caring for the people he’s close to 🥹🥹🥹 ugh the way he invented greenflagism…also PLS he started young w those cherry blossoms jeez 😭 yes pls keep me updated w the ln idk how long it will take for it to be translated so i am relying on you 🫡 in return i will give you bfb karasu’s version 😈 i think that’s a fair trade 🤫

[pastaimpact]

Since ur a catboy and maid simp 👀👀👀👀

Catboy maid headcanons for xiao, scaramouche, zhongli, kaeya and diluc?

Like, they lost a bet and have to drink a potion from albedo that turns them into catboy maid or smth pls?

-mac bulli anon

if u see me rotting, no u didnt

Xiao’s displeased by the transformation, but he has better things to do than to get worked up by a small thorn in his side. He has evil spirits to get rid off, and archons be damned if he’s going to let a pair of furry ears and a tail get in the way of his duty. It’s an odd sight, seeing him swing around his jade spear with his mask on, only to be moe-fied by his ears.

He insists on carrying out his own duties, saying that your selfish desires to have him as your maid won’t overrule his original contract to Rex Lapis. Chances are, you won’t even get him into the maid outfit before he goes running off to dispel some spirits. It can’t be helped: Xiao is someone who values Liyue’s peace before he values anything else, although he does feel a bit fuzzy inside when he sees how ecstatic you are over how cute he looks.

If he does find a moment of reprieve, that’s your best chance to capitalize on his transformation. Xiao claims that he needs no attention or extra love from you, that he’s a yaksha who works alone out of fear of harming you, but he’s still someone who craves for the gentle touch of a fellow being. Tell him that he’s done a good job and that you’re proud of him while cupping his face, and next thing you know, he’ll have slotted himself against your body and tell you that this isn’t necessary, all while his tail wags around happily. Archons forbid that anyone tries to interrupt your cuddling session, because he’ll start hissing like an actual cat the moment your attention is turned away from him.

Xiao purred against your skin, his head resting on the area in between your shoulder and neck. He was always cat-like to begin with: coy, distance, but still gentle and affectionate at the right times. You fondled his ears the way he liked them, and his tail curled up in satisfaction.

“What a pretty kittycat you are,” you cooed, your voice low and calm, like the careful trills of a lullaby. “Always working so hard... Always caring for someone other than yourself... What a good boy.”

“...Keep going,” he murmured, scooting closer to you when you stopped petting him for a second. You let a smile grace your lips as you stroked his soft fur again, enjoying the way the catboy immediately relaxed against you. 

How adorable.

Scaramouche is livid, to say the least, by this change. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, and someone who demands nothing short of utmost respect and authority from those around him. Being demoted to not only a servant, but not even a human one at that, is a stain against his spotless, untouchable command.

The entire time he’s placed under your care, he grumbles and snaps at everything that comes his way. He mutters that you should be grateful he’s even putting up with this, and he might just flat-out refuse to do the things you ask of him—until you tell him that you’ll ask someone else, like Signora or Childe. Only then does he come scrambling back to you with a pout on his face and his ears pressed against his head to scold you and say that he could do a better job than any of those sloppy Harbingers could.

He also threatens you, saying that you owe him for humiliating him like this, but he also forgets all about being mean to you the moment you start petting his ears and scratching behind them. Scaramouche swears on his life that he hates being treated like this, but the way he clings to you and purrs loudly clearly says otherwise. He’ll get huffy and frown if you stop petting him, so be prepared for him to completely monopolize your time.

“I hate you for this,” he hissed, practically bristling in your lap. You bit back a laugh, feeling the way he wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, pulling himself as close as he could to your chest. “You’re terrible.”

“It’s ‘You’re terrible, Master’ to you,” you teased, burying your fingers in his hair to tease his ears. The Harbinger opened his mouth as if to snap back at you with a haughty remark, but he immediately melted into your touch instead, giving soft mewls and twisting his head against your skin so that he could feel more of your touch.

“I-I still hate you,” he grumbled, forcing himself to frown at you and huff. He dug his nails into your clothes, settling his chin on your shoulder so that you couldn’t see the blush rising to his cheeks. “Master.”

Zhongli has seen his fair share of oddities, being an archon and all, so he’s grown to get used to whatever life throws at him all while honoring his own approach to life and any traditions he upholds. While being transformed into a cat and a maid, for that matter, is surprising, it’s probably nothing more than a mild inconvenience to a god that once held the ability to shift into a variety of different forms.

He’s a skilled and knowledgeable man, so he’s more than willing to assist you in a variety of topics. His one condition while being placed under your care is that you treat him with the same respect you would show him at any other time. While he may be relatively polite and mild-mannered, he still was a very potent and feared God of War at one point in his life. He doesn’t expect much from you; just drop any funny business around him, and he’ll entertain you for hours with his knowledge about politics, arts, and other fine subjects.

Zhongli is good about keeping his emotions in check, and even with cat ears and a tail, it’s still fairly difficult to gauge how he truly feels. Of course, his new body does betray him every now and then: a flick of his tail to signify intrigue, ears pressed against his head for annoyance, a twitch of his nose for interest. It’s best not to tease him or pry into how he feels whenever he does make an odd movement, but it wouldn’t hurt to present yourself appropriately depending on whatever mood he’s in based off of his little actions. Besides, it’s not everyday that you can see someone as respected and feared as Zhongli in a cute maid dress with his tail swishing excitedly behind him.

His entrance was quiet, and the only thing that even signaled his presence in the room was the rustle of fabric as he walked towards you. His tail was still, and his ears perked up like it had been for the day, ever since he downed the transformation potion. “I brought you tea.”

You looked up from your paperwork, smiling softly at the former archon. You pulled a stray chair close to where you were seated, inviting him to sit down as he set the teacup down in front of you. “You shouldn’t have!”

He shook his head, his ears twitching with the slightest hint of satisfaction as he sat down. “It was about time you took a break. I thought I would remind you not to push yourself too far by bringing you something to relax with. Do drink up; I brewed it myself with prized leaves.”

Kaeya’s all about staying a step ahead of the game, and the moment fluffy cat ears and a tail sprout up on his body, there’s a good chance that he’s already found loads of ways to capitalize on his features to get what he wants. The best way to get information from anyone is to get them to let their guard down, and it’s hard to be intimidated by someone who looks like a stuffed animal.

Which is exactly what he does. There’s a good chance that Kaeya’s been observing you for a while, for whatever reasons he might have (be it personal or for the Knights of Favonius), so he’ll definitely use his cat features to his advantage. He’ll snuggle up to you and let you relax by teasing you with his tail and his ears, and he’ll let his silvery tongue do the rest as he extracts bits and pieces of information from you like he was extracting honey from a beehive.

Kaeya rocks the whole maid concept better than anyone else. Flexibility and adaptability are just a few of his many strong suits, and he might even go along with playing pretend with you just out of the goodwill of his heart. He’s extorted you already for loads of intel, so the least he can do to get you to keep staying so lax around him is to humor you just a bit. It’s also a good chance to see you smiling and laughing as you bury your head into his hair, and it sure doesn’t hurt to hear you gush over how much of a majestic catboy he is.

You felt his fluffy tail slink against your arms, Kaeya splayed out across your lap with the most smug smile you’ve ever seen from him. “Awwww, your tail is so cute! I wish I could just hold it and fall asleep! It feels just like a cloud!”

“Does it now, Master?” Kaeya purred, batting his eyeslashes. It had only been about fifteen minutes since he barged into your room to show off his cat features, and he had already gotten enough info about you to entertain him for weeks. “You can pet me more, if you’d like.”

You lit up, completely oblivious to the fact that Kaeya had you wrapped around his little finger. You were far too innocent, too careless even, and Kaeya found it amusing. “Oh, Kaeya! You’re the best!”

Diluc’s also fairly annoyed by this mess, but he isn’t one to viciously fight against what’s already happened. It is rather irritating to have to put all of his responsibilities aside for another day, but he’s capable businessman who’s used to having to adapt to all sorts of situations. Being turned into the catmaid is by far not the worst of his problems, but it’s enough of a change to actually make him think about how he presents himself not only to you but the people of Mondstadt as well.

He has maids around his winery, so he mimics his ow behavior with what he wants of them. Of course, you don’t make him cook or clean or anything like that, and similarly to Zhongli, he makes sure to treat you with respect as long as you do the same. Diluc’s a very pragmatic man, and he simply takes his duty as a maid to keep you out of trouble, accompanying you whenever you need to head out to protect you from stray monsters or helping you with any finances that you might have to sort out.

His only request is that he doesn’t let anyone outside of his immediate circle know about his current affliction. The last thing he needs is his reputation as a respectable tycoon tarnished, and he sure as hell doesn’t need Kaeya strolling around to mess with him. If it incentivizes you to keep the whole temporary catmaid thing under wraps, he’ll tell you that it can be a little secret between the two of you. It’s best that you give him your word, lest you end up on the wrong side of his stoic mannerisms.

“Good work today,” you remarked, offering up a meek smile to the Dawn Winery owner. “It must have been a lot of work. You know, having to deal with the whole transformation thing while running a business.”

Diluc glanced momentarily you, his ears pressing against his head. You wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance or shyness, but you decided that it was the latter, as Diluc hadn’t walked away from you just yet. “It’s fine. Albedo said it should wear off any day now.”

“Mmm. But still, if you ever need help from me, let me know, okay? I know I’m your ‘master’ temporarily, but we’re still friends,” You laughed. The corners of Diluc’s mouth twitched as he turned away.

“Goodnight then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[shingia]

9:42pm

↳ suna x gn!reader

↳ kinda fluffy but mostly suna being a hottie | wc: 800

↳ keywords : new neighbor, late night conversations by the window

fists clenched tight, nails digging into the flesh of your palms, the muscles in the fold of your elbows felt ready to snap. “fuck them, fuck all of them”, you furiously mumbled as you slammed your window open, lungs aching for a breath of the deep velvet night.

you were already panting by the time the crisp air reached the bottom of your lungs. and you had to let it out, all at once. in one last attempt at keeping your composure, your slammed both your hands against your already cold face. but it wasn’t enough to keep a loud groan from escaping your lips, that your teeth had finally released after popping one too many blood vessels.

but the groan was greedy for more volume, and words that you had kept shoved down your throat were begging to get out. fuck them, you thought one last time before finally letting the accumulated rage roll off your tongue, your vocal chords straining fast with the cold air. it was a global fuck you to the universe, and one more secret for the night to hold in its darkness.

“feels good, right ?” a voice broke the silence following your outburst. it was deep, with a monotonous tone that made your head jerk up in a second.

dark blue light was bleeding out of a window exactly symmetrical to the one you were leaning out of. but the boy who was looking at the stars was bolder than you, sat on the windowsill with his feet dangerously dangling 20 feet above the ground.

nobody had lived in the house next door for the past four years. and if you knew someone had been there, you probably would not have shouted your despair to the world ten seconds ago.

reading your troubled expression, the boy took it upon himself to make you feel more comfortable. “hi. i’m suna. my family and i moved here today. and i also like to scream by the window when i’m angry. your turn” he spoke, confidently taking a sip from the water bottle next to him.

incredulous, you let out a spontaneous « you do ? ».

the dimmed light from his bedroom was casting shadows on his chiseled face and contracted muscles of his throat as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down with every sip. the tip of your tongue unconsciously slid along your bottom lip, but suna’s eyesight was good enough to notice it.

“oh yeah. sometimes you gotta let life know it’s being a bitch, right ?” he shrugged, putting the bottle down after wiping his wet lips with his sleeve. “you hungry?” he then asked completely out of the blue, swiftly pulling a chocolate bar out of the front pocket of his hoodie.

you shook your head no, feeling the cold air brush against the tip of your nose. but before you could even hold up a hand to catch it, suna had already thrown the snack into your bedroom - with impressive speed and precision.

“what was that for ?!” you asked, turning around to look at the chocolate bar that had perfectly landed on your wooden desk.

“well, you’ll be hungry at some point. but hey, i’m the one asking questions here” he said with a playful smirk as he leaned his shoulder against the frame of his window. “so tell me, what’s going on in that little head of yours?”. he asked again, biting back a ‘pretty’ that had been waiting at the tip of his tongue since he had laid his eyes on you.

you chuckled, hands finding their way to the warm pockets of your sweatshirt. it was not a habit of yours to stay in the cold for so long, but you were willing to make an exception for his devilish smile. “life” you simply responded.

his eyebrows raised for a second before falling back down, as straight as the line of his lids. “that’s deep” he breathed out, turning to the side so that he could slump down with the upper half of his back against the wall. his side profile looked majestic, like his nose, chin and brow bone had been shaped in fair clay, a unified complexion except for the slightly darker bags under his eyes.

now having one arm and one leg hanging in the air, suna looked up at the sky with a sigh of satisfaction. his chest heaved slowly, making the purple fabric of his hoodie move just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the lines of his abs that seemed to keep going after the waistband of his sweatpants.

suddenly, the stars did not look so interesting anymore. his head did not move, but his gaze shifted to your eyes when he asked :

“wanna talk about life?”

[shadyteacup]

Helloooo, can you do headcanons on Dazai having a strong S/O (ability wise) like nearly as strong as Chuuya? Cause isn't he a literal God lol. Thank you :]

Hewo! I had a lot of fun writing this...it almost turned out to be a oneshot :p , but dw, I managed to turn it into hcs :D

Here u go~

Thunderstruck⚡

Dazai x gn!reader

Reader has a strong ability...like, rlly cool 😎 it's my dream ability

      This man is head over heels.

He loves how you scream over a cockroach but can rip people to shreds at the same time.

Since you didn’t mention any specific ability, I have gone ahead and given you a lightning ability.

Arahabaki is the god of calamity, that combined with Chuuya.

Raijin is the God of lightening. Your ability is pretty similar to His powers.

You can control the place, time and method of a lightning strike. You can also produce it on the spot and shoot it from your hands...kinda like Palpatine.

Your eyes turn arctic blue, with your hair flowing around you. You look like a literal Goddess/God.

He was mesmerised when he witnessed it in action for the first time.

You and Dazai were walking through Yokohama, observing the internal beauty of the city via small lanes and random alleyways.

Hand-in-hand, you two were chatting about how Dazai hadn’t tried the Napolitana pasta yet, despite living in a city that was rumoured to have invented the dish.

That’s when Dazai pulled you around a random corner and shielded you from the view of the road you two were originally walking on.

You knew better than to speak at such a moment and decided to observe and try to pick any signs of being followed.

Sure enough, you could hear faint footsteps come to a stop right at the corner, you two still being shielded by the corner. You both waited with bated breath, and after a while, the person went away.

Relieved, you were about to walk out of your hiding place, when a barrel placed itself on your head from behind. Your eyes widened and you froze in place. Dazai noticed the unknown presence and looked behind only to find you being held a hostage.

“Long time, Mr. Executive!”, the man holding you hostage said as he grinned at Dazai.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in prison, Ito san?”, Dazai said, offering him his own smile.

You could easily read through his façade. The smile was only a mask, covering his panic and fear. You had no experience in fighting, and Dazai was no match for this man. He had fought him earlier, but that was when he had Chuuya by his side. Dazai can come up with a spectacular and manipulative plan, and Chuuya, or his current ada partner, Kunikida, can execute it, considering their brawn. He was the brains, and his partners had always been the brawn. He can fight the occasional criminal, but Ito was a feared enemy of the mafia, who was both mentally and physically strong. He had always assumed that the mafia had caught him, and sent him to jail, thanks to the mafias feared double black, but apparently, he had gotten away, or had found a way to break out of prison.

“prison isn’t a place for a man like me; you of all people know that. So, I left! Decided to say hello to an old friend, now that I’m back.”

He moved his gun from your head, dragging it down to your chin.

“Turns out, my visit might actually kill two birds with one stone.”

Understanding the hidden meaning behind his words, Dazai tensed up. He couldn’t let him hurt you. He had to get you out f here. But how is he going to do that? There is no way out of this without either of you getting hurt. He must protect you, but what must he do?

You chuckled.

“Something funny, pretty thing?”

“Actually, yes.”, you say, “Do you know who you’re threatening?”, you smirk, your tone dangerously low and intimidating.

“You’re playing a dangerous game; Ito-san, wasn’t it?”

The man grabbed your chin, turning you to face him.

“I was going to let you go, but I suppose your naivety deserves a bullet to the head!”

You smiled, activating your ability.

A sudden jolt of electricity travelled into his body. Yelping, he let go of you. Using this window of opportunity, you kicked the gun out of his hand and pushed yourself away from him. Dazai quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the man, and out of the alley. His main intention was to get you away from here. Away from danger. He hadn’t understood what had just happened, but he decided that right now, running was the best course of action.

You two turned multiple corners, crossed many junctions, and ended up at an open field. Beyond the field, a few blocks away, was a metro station. You two could head to safety from there. All you had to do was cross this abandoned field and get in the metro.

Multiple men, clad in a uniform of sorts, emerged from the shadows, circling you both.

“Thought you could run away, did you?”, Ito stepped into the circle, a proud smirk on his face.

“You will face the consequences for destroying my gang. We never broke apart, you see. All of us are back. And we will take over the mafia, defeat the ada, and control this city.”

“Good luck with that.”, you say as you let go of Dazai’s hand, ignoring his warnings to stay back. Kinda like that scene with odasaku :')

You spread your arms wide, activating your ability. Bolts of lightning shot out from your fingers, hitting a few of the men, dropping them to the ground.

The men had no time to react as you swiftly raised yourself off the ground, hovering over them, and unleashed your signature move, striking them with a large bolt of lightning from the sky.

The head of the group, Ito, activated his own ability, the ability to control metal. Multiple guns aimed themselves at you and began shooting.

You created a shield around yourself, effectively blocking the hundreds of bullets.

Meanwhile, Dazai sneaked behind the others, incapacitating them.

You continued to fight Ito, blocking his attacks, and sending a couple bolts his way, while simultaneously attacking the others. The field was a mix of bullets, sharp scraps of metal, and bolts of electricity.

At the end, Dazai sneaked up behind Ito, nullifying his ability, and knocking him out.

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

He had heard of an ability that controlled lightning, but this was his first time witnessing it in action.

'Heaven's Fury' was the name of your dangerous ability.

He thought it suited you very well..

You are calm and composed, but when angered, you can unleash madness upon your enemies.

You were always so elegant, and seeing you like this, using your powers and fighting atleast 20 people at once, he couldn't help but admire your majestic beauty.

Your ability gives me 'They tell me I'm a God, I'm lost in the façade, Six feet off the ground' vibes.

Dazai agrees with my opinion.

You look like a deity.

He liked the idea of protecting you, yes, but he found it so hot that you could protect yourself.

Hell, he now knows that you can not only protect yourself, but also take out an entire city on your own.

He would be much at peace now, knowing that he doesn’t quite have to worry so much about any past enemy of his taking revenge. You were stronger than almost all his enemies.

Will praise you, 24/7. He wouldn’t stop talking about it.

He wonders why you didn’t tell him, and you merely shrugged saying that he never asked.

He would brag about you to all his friends(ada members)

He would never tell anyone other than the ada members, though, as he doesn’t want anybody to do some research and find out a way to defeat you.

He prefers it to be an element of surprise and catch the enemies off-guard.

Loves watching the shocked and scared faces of those that decide to wrong you, leading to you using your formidable ability on them.

If you aren’t a part of the ada, he would definitely think that you’d be a great addition to the organization.

He would never ask you join, though. He wants you to be as safe as possible. It doesn’t matter whether or not you have a strong ability, he just wants you out of harm’s way.

Besides, using your ability can take a toll on your health too.

He just wants to see you happy and safe.

If you decide to join the ada, he will try to talk you out of it.

If you’re absolutely sure of your decision, he wouldn’t stop you.

Instead, he will accompany you on all your missions, and will ask Atsushi to come along too.

He is aware that you are extremely strong and don’t need anyone, but he will constantly worry about you, which is why he accompanies you.

Don’t get him wrong, he really loves you and trusts you, but he is just so worried.

So, don’t oppose him when he joins you, please. Poor baby is just really concerned for your health.

Will call up Chuuya and brag about you to him.

“My Belladonna is much stronger than you, chibi-kun ;p”

If you’re taller than Chuuya, Dazai will tease the hell out of poor hat man.

He'll be like,"LOL shorty XD. My s/o is both taller and stronger than you!!"

If you're not taller, it will still be hell for poor wine boy.

"I can't believe that you're weaker than my s/o! They're so much better than you, LOL"

"Shut up, bastard!"

"Pathetic chuuya.. You literally have a God inside you, and you're still weaker! LMAO"

I feel bad for chu chu :(

But, oh well, that's just them, ig :)

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

The Softest Shout (Fili x Reader)

Requested by: @guardianofrivendell

Saw that your requests were open 👀 I absolutely LOVE your Legolas fics! But can you maybe write a Fíli oneshot 👉👈? Can be angst with fluff ending, or just fluff. I am WEAK for enemies to lovers or angrily confessing your love without thinking: "But why?" "Because I love you!" I'm happy with whatever really :)

A/N: here you are! My first Fili fic! Was gonna save it for Fili Friday, but couldn’t wait! Poor majestic lion deserves more love! Enjoy! ☀️

How dare he! The audacity! The nerve! What right did Fili have, as to boss those beneath him around?

Y/n grinded her teeth, as she sat on the stone steps of one of Erebor’s many halls. A battle loomed in the distance – one between her kind, and the Elves. It regarded mostly stolen jewellery, and the stubborn streak of Thorin, which she saw all too much in his oldest nephew.

Y/n was just as adept in battle as her male counterparts were. However, Fili apparently thought not.

He had always treated her unfairly, Y/n mused. He was always mean – pulling on her pigtails, making snide remarks and all-around teasing. Oh, how it made her blood boil.

However, this was the final straw for the woman. She was a grown adult, and yet, here she was – sidelined, and forced to sit out the approaching war.

It had startled her, to say the least, when Fili snapped earlier. She was arranging plans for the fight ahead, regarding her armour. However, Fili quickly stormed into the room, and took the chainmail right from her hands.

He then proceeded to seethe and scold her, claiming that she had ‘no place on the battlefield’. She too had said some choice words, which in hindsight, may have been a little brash. Though, she did not regret them at all, for they were birthed from nothing but truth.

So, now here Y/n sat – furious on the stone steps.

Dwalin soon walked past. He stopped, confused, for a moment. Why was she sat down? By Durin! There was a war to prepare for!

“Lass,” he began scolding, “I know for a fact you are not sitting down right now – not when you could be readying yourself to fight against those pansy peacocks!”

“I’ve got nothing to prepare for,” Y/n glumly said. She held her chin in her hand, and glared up at Dwalin.

“Whatever do you mean?” Dwalin asked, creasing his features.

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Y/n started, with a roll of her eyes. “Our brave and true heir to the throne apparently has a superiority complex. He has removed me from the ranks. I am not allowed to fight.”

If Dwalin was surprised, he didn’t show it. Instead, puzzling Y/n, he merely only clicked his tongue, and muttered under his breath. It sounded like something along the lines of ‘that darned boy is utterly hopeless at these sorts of things’.

Y/n tilted her head, and parted her lips. What things? What was Fili hopeless at? He was sure a lousy comrade, that much was for certain. She herself would never have chosen to spend more than five minutes with him, but alas, the journey to Erebor deemed she would do so.

Finally, recalling the woman sat beneath him, Dwalin returned his attention to her.

“I know it isn’t my place to question our leaders’ authority,” he began, sighing, at the thought of Thorin, “but, I think you’ll find better luck in speaking to him again.”

“Shouting, you mean,” Y/n knowingly corrected.

“Aye, that’ll work too,” he mulled.

Smiling through a quick huff, Y/n dropped her eyes to the ground. She definitely had a lot of pent-up anger, so even if she couldn’t take it out onto the battlefield, she knew Fili would do just fine. After all, he was the reason she was so furious in the first place.

“You’re right,” she sighed, standing to her feet. “I’m going to go give him a piece of my mind!”

As she sauntered past, with squared shoulders, a set jaw and burning eyes, Dwalin chuckled, and responded aloud.

“Good luck...”

~ Fili was located in the armoury, and fiddled with the drawstring of his armour. Without so much as announcing herself, Y/n filed into the room.

“I have a bone to pick with you!” she seethed, marching on over to him. “How dare you take me out of this fight! I am warrior, just as much as the rest of you! You may be the future king, but you aren’t one yet! I demand a reconsideration!”

He was startled, but only for a minute. By the time she stood before him, he had regained his ever-cool composure.

Pretending to think, Fili hummed. He then smiled back down at her, but in a very smug way.

“Okay, I’ve reconsidered,” he said, earning a slight glimmer of hope from the woman, “and the answer is still no.”

Growling, she pushed his chest backwards. She spoke with much fury, which did nothing to unnerve the Dwarf.

“How dare you!” she shouted again, with anger written all over her face. “Why? WHY? Why must you always be like this? You treat me the way the men from certain human dwellings treat their spouses – like nothing more than little housewives!”

Fili blushed at this. Did she not hear her own words? Oh, if only she knew how close her accusations were. Of course, he didn’t do this for any narcissism. No, Fili did this for reasons he thought Y/n surely must have already known.

Kili told him how to acquire a woman’s heart – ‘they like it when you’re mean to them, sends their hormones haywire’, Kili had said one day.

Perhaps his little brother was wrong, though? Y/n certainly didn’t hold love in her eyes. Instead, she revered him in disdain. That was not what he wanted.

“You do not know of what you speak of,” Fili warned, raising his brows in gesture.

“Oh? Then perhaps you’d like to clarify for me? Because I’m lost,” Y/n seethed again. She folded her arms over her chest, and quirked a brow.

Fili was at a loss himself. He stammered over his words, before he realized none could form, and sighed.

Dissatisfied with his lack of response, Y/n flared her nostrils. She bared her teeth, and began shouting again. If he would not answer, then she would fill the silence.

“Why do you say nothing?” she began, revving up in her tone, which only hastened Fili’s heart, with every passing second. “Why? Why do you treat me so poorly? Why am I to be sidelined, when all my friends must fight?”

“It simply has to be this way,” Fili said at last, shaking his head at the ground.

“Why, though?” she tried again.

“Because, I said so,” Fili once more said, feeling his own anger boil.

“Yes, but why?”

“Because, I said so,” he growled again.

“But WHY?”

“Oh, for the love of Durin, because I LOVE YOU!”

“Yes, but why-“ Y/n had gone to say.

However, the moment his words met her mind, she halted. What had he just said? Surely her ears deceived her?

“What?” she next quietly whispered.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, and studied her nervously. Well, there was no turning back now.

“The reason I do not wish for you to be on the battlefield,” he slowly began explaining, “is because I care, very deeply, for you, Y/n. I wouldn’t want to see you hurt.”

A pregnant pause ensued.

Oh.

Oh dear.

Pursing her parted lips, it was now Y/n’s turn to stutter and stammer. However, when no words of her own would form, she closed her mouth.

She stared at the ground for a moment in thought. Fili picked at his drawstring faster, for he figured she would now reject him.

Dammit, Kili, he thought. He knew he should not have taken his little brother’s relationship advice. That darned brunette couldn’t even grow a beard!

Lost in his seething thoughts regarding Kili, Fili was startled, as Y/n spoke again.

“Well…that certainly places things in a different perspective,” she said at last.

“A good perspective? Or a bad one?” Fili bemusedly pressed.

“That depends,” Y/n shrugged, “I wouldn’t wish to court someone who taunts and belittles my skills as a warrior.”

“I never meant to do such a thing,” Fili apologised, shaking his head. “I merely only want you safe, and as for the taunting, well…let’s just say Kili gives terrible advice.”

Unsatisfied with his lack of accountability, Y/n quirked a brow. Noticing this, Fili sighed again. He slumped his shoulders, and pressed on.

“And…let’s also just say, for argument’s sake, that I’m quite stupid?” he tried.

This gently extracted a bright grin from Y/n.

“Aye, that works better,” she warmly remarked.

Both then laughed, and reduced the bubbling tension in the room, to nothing but mist. Catching the other’s eye, both slowly died down. Y/n saw Fili in a new light – someone worthy of her consideration. Of course, Fili would still have to work for her approval, nonetheless.

“I’ll tell you what,” she began, “I’ll consider removing the layers in my heart, as to search for what I really feel towards you, if you allow me in this fight. I’ll have no such partner denying me the thrill of a battle.”

“Aye, you certainly love fighting…” Fili sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Indeed, and I’d urge you to make haste and find an answer, before you earn yourself another one,” she sassed.

Unable to fight the grin over her attitude, one he knew certainly couldn’t be missed in their ranks on the battlefield, Fili responded.

“Very well,” he said at last, “I will…step aside, although, let it be known that it deeply irks me!”

Rising up on her tiptoes, Y/n planted a swift kiss to his cheek. Fili then turned five shades deeper, and felt his mind burn into nothing but revving sparks.

“Good choice,” she commended. She then made a move to string up his armour, and spoke again. “Now, how would you like to assist me with putting my own armour on?”

[yurimother]

LGBTQ Comic Review - Amongst Us Book 1

A masterful combination of comedy, subtle romance, and incredible sensuality

I make no attempts to hide my complete admiration and infatuation with Shilin Huang's Yuri webcomic Amongst Us. The slice of life AU featuring reimagined versions of the lead characters from fantasy series Carciphona as a lesbian couple has held a special place in my heart for a long time. I named the series one of the best Yuri works of the past one-hundred years, can frequently be found lurking in the author's Twitch streams, and even have a wall in my office dedicated to the artwork of the main couple (or I did before my office became a remote classroom). So, when a Kickstarter by Shilin and Hiveworks Comics launched promising a print version of the work, I was eager to support it financially and promote it with my humble platform. The Kickstarter took place in March, and books were initially estimated for release in May of 2020. However, as you have probably realized by the dates alone, the world went very South around this time. A combination of disruptions from the COVID-19 pandemic, a healthy amount of bad luck, and what I am inclined to believe, for various reasons, was some awful mismanagement by Hiveworks led to numerous delays. Indeed, by the time the book finally shipped, I had moved, so my copy arrived a little later as it had to be forwarded. But, at the end of this frustrating and anticipation-building event, I finally have the volume in my hands, and it was worth the wait. While I adore the webcomic, this gorgeous print volume completely enthralls me. The book is absolutely the preferred way to read this spectacular comic.

Before getting into the exquisite details of Amongst Us Book 1: Soulmates, I need to take a minute to praise how well this book is put together. The paperback binding is thick and features amazing spot glass that sparkles in the light. This feature only accentuates the fantastic and bright the cover illustration of main characters Veloce and Blackbird loving holding each other is. The back cover has a simpler but more imaginative illustration of the two flying through the sky, and the character's expressions tell you everything you need to know about this fantastic, odd couple. There are a few things you will notice upon opening the volume. The first is how well Amongst Us made the challenging transition from vertical webcomic to the page. The assembly and paneling are fantastic and clear, and chapters feature stylized illustrations and title cards. You will then see the inside cover, a powerful display that perfectly contrasts the front's glowing and tender love. Finally, there is Shilin's presents moving forward and dedication, where she lovingly dedicates the book to her partner, Kristen.

I assure you, as good as the book's presentation and assembly is, the contents within are even better. Amongst Us follows Veloce and Blackbird's bombastic relationship. The two women are eccentric and striking musicians in their early twenties, and I swear you will never forget them. The slice of life storylines are, per the genre's definition, mundane and include events like shopping at the mall, riding the train, and having lunch with a friend. The charming simplicity of the story serves well to the reactions of the characters. Shilin effortlessly transitions from adorable moments of affection to explosive and hilarious comedy and irresistible and delightful moments of sexual tension; Veloce's neck and jawline alone could topple a monarchy. Often, slice of life works can become dull or repetitive, but these stories and the frequent changes in tone help the reader stay engaged and excited.

Putting slice of life aside for a moment, it is also important to note that Amongst Us is also has an interesting place within the Yuri genre, or "Girl's Love/GL" as it is often called in webcomic circles (originally an analogous term of Boy's Love). Webcomics have often been a bit more adventurous with their storylines and styles than Japanese manga. While the genre rose to popularity in the space thanks to digital manhwa and manhua, some (not all) of the Yuri tropes did not carry over between the similar mediums. Many modern webcomics and webtoons take their inspiration more from manhwa and manhua GL, which has developed its own canon and tropes over the years. However, even for a webcomic, Shilin's work feels somewhat divorced from most other worlds of Yuri. This first volume exists mainly against the Yuri genre's expectations. However, the next book, which flashes back to the couple's origin, undoubtedly is more in line with convention, for better or worse. It feels like the author decided to screw the norms and write a work that she would enjoy, and I am so glad that she did. Veloce and Blackbird are young adults, out of school in an established relationship with no drama. This (sadly) unconventional setting is made all the more irregular because of just how distinctive, and unwonted Blackbird and Veloce are.

Blackbird and Veloce, originally from the fantasy world of Carciphona, take on a new life, literally, in this wonderful modern reimagining and homage. You do not need to be a fan of the original work to enjoy their bizarre and larger-than-life personalities. Indeed, when I read Amongst Us online for the first time, I had not ever even heard of Carciphona. Veloce is the quieter and more stoic of the two, although she is not afraid of showing a more relatable and human side as she reacts to Blackbirds wild antics. Veloce's (not)straight man approach is hilariously sobering. But, her best moments are in those when she lets loose a little bit, like when she is rendered drooling by the promise of her favorite smoothie or in her stoic yet alluring flirtations with Blackbird, only to get close enough to steal a healthy chomp of ice cream.

Blackbird, on her part, is completely insane. She continuously pulls of wild antics like jumping on Veloce to surprise her or singing an especially threatening song after a glorious battle over lunch. However, she is perfectly capable of showing her love and admiration for Veloce in her own cheeky way. However, true to form, each softer or more personal moment between the two is often immediately and perfectly juxtaposed with comedy, with the apparent exception of the book's touching and thoughtful finale. Veloce and Blackbird will both more than please readers individually, but you will fall in love with them as a couple. I must have read this at least a few dozen times between the webtoon and the book, and I am just as enchanted as ever by their loud and unapologetic love.

The ordinary misadventures of Blackbird and Veloce are accompanied by genuinely astounding artwork. No, that statement does not do Shilin's illustrations justice. Veloce and Blackbird lead from the page thanks to stunning, full-color illustrations that detail every moment of hilarity. Every movement from the slightest smirk to the over-the-top dramatizations of regular events thoughtfully and beautifully sprawl across the pages and invite you to stare for hours. Shilin is the only person possible who could make something as simple as someone softly singing Happy Birthday so epic and sultry. Speaking of which, my goddess of Yuri is this work titillating. No, there are no gratuitous scenes, but just the characters leaning over each other or touching the other's chin makes my hands shake. My only small complaint is that some early chapters show their age slightly with noticeably lower quality linework and flatter colors than the dazzling and dynamic work demonstrated towards the end. Still, even on its worst day, Amongst Us looks better than most of its peers and the entirety of its many inferiors.

Amongst Us is nearly the perfect work. It has a uniquely compelling and mirth-inducing way of displaying a young yet very unordinary couple's everyday life. Its characters, from design to personality, are instantly memorable and striking. Despite being ready to rip each other's heads off at the drop of a hat, or rather because of it, Blackbird and Veloce feel the perfect and natural couple we so rarely witness. Shilin's masterful combination of comedy, subtle romance, and incredible sensuality is astounding. This book is worth it for the outstanding and vibrant artwork alone, but its combination with excellent writing create a sonorous and majestic modern romance unlike any other. I believe that Shilin has created something genuinely special here, and I can confidently say that out of the hundreds of webcomics I have read, this one is the pinnacle of its kind and my absolute favorite.

You can purchase Amongst Us book 1: Soulmates exclusively on Shilin's online shop and read the webcomic now for free on Twitter, Webtoon and Tumblr​ @okolnir​.

Ratings: Story – 9 Characters – 10 Art – 10 LGBTQ – 8 Sexual Content – 5 Final – 10

[sinner-as-saint]

Taste Of Your Lips - 1.

Prince!Ransom x Reader AU

Part 1 of Taste Of Your Lips series 

Run-through: Your parents force you to attend a masquerade ball which is being held at the palace. Reluctantly, you do as they say. There, a masked stranger approaches you and asks if he could have a dance. You agree; unknown to the fact that that one dance would soon change your life.

Themes throughout the series: fluff, smut, angst

‘Chin up, and smile.’ You remembered your mother’s words as you step into the extravagant ballroom of the castle.

It was grand, and spacious and looked like it accommodated half of the kingdom. You looked around, taking it all in. The ceiling stretched up high above you; adorned with gold and paintings of angels in the center. The room was wide, with crystal chandeliers lighting up the place. Not too bright, not too dim – just perfect.

You could hear people chattering, over the sweet, melodious music. Some couples danced. Everyone with their bejeweled and fine masks; matching your own. You noticed a group of women, who stood by the indoor fountain, sent you polite smiles and little nods; clearly they were eyeing you up and down. You returned them all a smile and walked with a little more confidence in your steps.

Your mom had told you, before you left the house, that you looked incredible in your peach gown. You somewhat believed her. But upon seeing the reaction of others, you believed her a little more and thanked God that your mom was the best seamstress in the entire kingdom.

It was a masquerade ball, so you couldn’t recognize anyone. Your friends were supposed to meet you here, but given the flamboyant masks it would probably take you a while to find them. So you walked around leisurely, looking around at the grand and almost mythical ballroom.

 And while you were admiring the room, someone was admiring you from the other side of the room.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you caught the Prince’s attention. He always had an eye for beautiful women, so his gaze followed you ever since you walked in. Your hair, your grace and your lips had him under a spell. One he didn’t want to break out of. And he hadn’t even seen your whole face yet.

And that dress… oh that dress you wore complimented your body perfectly. A peach ball gown with accents of gold and flowers delicately placed in your hair. You looked perfect. So perfect that his hands itched in need to touch you or hold you.

Ransom, the King’s only son. The spoilt, and somewhat arrogant Prince had his eyes on you. He had a habit, ever since he was a child – whatever he wanted, he got it almost immediately. And right now, all he wanted was you. In his head however, you were already his.

He liked how you moved around the room gracefully; smiling politely at all those who smiled at you. Part of him was relieved that you didn’t come with another man; but either way, he would fight for your attention if he had to. And he was damn sure he would win that fight.

The room was filled with pretty women, many who would throw themselves at his feet if he just spared them a proper glance. Yet, there was something about you which set you apart from the rest. Something magical, and the Prince couldn’t resist.

Ransom turned to one of his manservant and pointed at you, far away on the other end of the room. “Any idea who that girl is?”

The young boy took a good look at you and turned to the Prince. “That’s Y/N, the professor’s daughter.” The manservant answered and Ransom smiled. He mentally repeated your name a few times and he liked the sound of it a lot.

“What else can you tell me about her?” he asked his manservant.

The boy answered immediately. “She lives in the manor, with her parents. She’s an only child, her father teaches, her mother is a well-known seamstress. The girl teaches little kids from time to time as well. That’s all I know, your Majesty. Would you like me to gather more information on the lady?”

Ransom shook his head. “No, that’s all I need to know. She’ll tell me the rest herself.” He sounded just as cocky as always.

He kept his eyes on you. He watched how smile grew the moment you spotted a group of other girls, must be your friends. And he watched how they all eyed you up and down and they must have complimented you because you seemed a little shy for a moment.

He wondered what you sounded like. Or how sweet would you smell. How soft your hair must be to touch given it looked shiny and healthy from afar.

Ransom was busy being blown away by your presence alone that he hadn’t realized that he was already up from his majestic seat and crossing the room; making his way to you. It was only when he felt the stares of the women on him that he realized he was getting closer and closer to you.

All ladies in the room had their hearts racing inside their rib cages from the minute Ransom got up and started walking across the room. All of them discretely hoped he would ask them for a dance, many would do anything just to dance with him tonight. But he kept his eyes on you.

And every woman in the room burned with envy the minute Ransom stood in front of you, with his arm extended out.

“May I have this dance?” he asked politely, with just a hint of cockiness and a little smirk.

 You could tell more than half the room was staring at you, even if they didn’t mean to. This very tall and handsome man just walked over to you and asked you to dance. You could only see half of his face, but you could tell he was drop dead gorgeous. He had deep blue eyes; which were accentuated by the white and gold masquerade mask on his face.

And oh was he very well dressed. He looked… expensive. Maybe he’s a relative of the King, you thought. Meanwhile, Ransom was baffled because you weren’t swooning over him already like all women did.

He could see your eyes and he saw confusion in them. Could it be that… you don’t know who he is? Or were you simply not impressed?

He stopped overthinking the second you smile faintly at him and placed your warm hand in his large one and let him guide you over to the middle of the dance floor. You noticed that the lights dimmed a little more than earlier. And the music was sweeter, slower.

Ransom held you close; his hand at your waist pressing your body to his gently. His other hand held your hand delicately. Your arm placed over his shoulder as you stared into his piercing eyes. And just like the smooth flow of a river, you two swayed slowly to the music. Effortlessly, gracefully and without any awkwardness.

He smelt the sweet perfume you wore, and felt the softness of your hands in his. You were beautiful even if he could see only half of your face, but most importantly, you were enchanting. Magnetic. And you made him feel warm.

He was making you feel things as well; with his manly aura and his proximity. But mainly his deep blue eyes. His hands were warm, and he smelt so nice too.

“What’s your name?” he asked in a hushed tone, even though he already knew your name. He smiled when you replied to his question. But his smile faded a little the moment you asked him what his name was.

Ransom had spent all his life having people worshipping the ground he walks on that he didn’t even consider the fact that there could be people who didn’t know him. Perhaps you truly didn’t know who he was? Whatever the case, he intended to keep his identity hidden for a little longer.

“I’m… Hugh.” He answered, using the name he didn’t usually go by, and almost melted when you smiled and told him he had a nice name. You giggled as he twirled you around and pulled you closer almost immediately. And you noticed all the discrete stares you two received despite the dimmed lights.

“Everyone’s staring at us.” You pointed out in a whisper.

Ransom smirked and tightened his grip around your waist a little more. “Let them. Probably it’s because most of the other girls would kill each other to be in your shoes right now.” you thought he was joking when in reality, he was actually serious.

You giggled. “Oh you’re very humble.” You played along. He chuckled.

Ransom wouldn’t stop complimenting you and making you feel all warm and bothered.

“You’re too kind. Maybe you could pass some of that to the Prince.” You sassed and Ransom was immediately intrigued.

“Why, what did he do? Do you know him?” he asked, curious to know your opinion of him.

You shook your head. “No not personally. But I have heard of him from my friends and the people around. They say he’s arrogant and proud and very much spoilt.” You answered.

Ransom chuckled again. “Is he now?”

You nodded and looked up into his eyes, amazed by how effortlessly the two of you glided slowly on the dance floor.

“Have you never seen him? The Prince?” Ransom asked, staring right at your lips and fighting the urge to undo your mask so he could get a good look at your face.

“No,” you answered. “I spend most of my time reading. Or I teach little kids, I mean, I have better things to do than drool over the pompous Prince anyway.”

Ransom chuckled. No one had ever been this honest with him before. Sure, his pride was hurt but your warmth made up for it. Your soft hands in his acted like a balm to all the daggers you were throwing at his ego, unknowingly of course.

“Of course. What’s so special about him anyways, right?” he belittled himself, just to hear you giggle.

Then you hit him with a question he wasn’t expecting.

“If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? Are you a relative of the King?” you asked, genuinely curious regarding the handsome stranger.

Ransom almost stuttered, but luckily he was saved by the song ending and the sound of people’s laughter and chatter filled the room instead of the sweet melody. And he tried to change the topic.

“Do you want to… go get some air?” he asked, impatient to leave the crowded room.

You nodded and let him lead the way. You were amazed by how he knew his way around. Well, if he’s a relative of the royal family then he must have been here before, right?

 He led you two to the balcony, away from the ball and into the slightly chilly air of the night. It was dark, the only source of light were the burning torches on either side of the balustrade and the moonlight, and the twinkling stars but it was enough. You leaned against the balustrade and he stood right in front of you. And he stared.

“Staring is rude, you know?” you joked, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Ransom was floored. He chuckled and lowered his eyes for a moment. “I can’t help it. You look so beautiful.” He answered, truthfully.

You blushed and tried to look away but he was quick to reach out and grab your chin gently. He stared down at you and reached behind your ear with his other hand and slid his finger into your hair; undoing your mask.

You were frozen in place. No man had ever touched you so softly, and no one had ever put you under their spell quite like this.

He undid your mask and gently pulled it away from your face. And immediately, he was in awe of your beauty. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his face dangerously close to yours.

You blushed even more, a tingle dancing down your spine as you murmured a thank you and tried to hide your face but his grip on your chin was firm.

You noticed him staring down at your lips. “Well, it’s only fair that you reveal yourself as well.” You whispered.

He smiled. “Will you do the honors?” he teased.

You lifted your hand up and reached behind his head. You giggled as you undid the mask because it felt like the two of you were unwrapping presents on Christmas morning. You gently pulled his mask away from his face, and your heart fluttered. Because even then, under the pale moonlight, he looked breathtaking.

You were mesmerized, and so was he. And out of nowhere, Ransom started leaning in. His hand moved to the back of your neck and he pulled your face closer to his. His lips brushed against yours briefly as he paused and waited to see if you would pull away. Seeing you didn’t, he pressed his lips to yours – impatient already. You shivered at how gently he caressed the nape of your neck.

The taste of his lips had your heart racing; in the best way possible. His lips were soft, and warm. Your hands instinctively slid into his hair and you unintentionally pulled him closer. Ransom placed his other hand at your waist and pressed your body to his. Sure, he would’ve preferred this kiss without so much clothing on both of you. But he’d make do for now, besides, you’d be his soon.

He tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss, nibbling on your lips and gently stroking your lower lip with his tongue. He gently pressed you against the balustrade, trapping you in his arms. You smiled through the kiss and gently tugged on his hair.

The taste of your mouth was driving him insane, and Ransom pulled away before he goes too far. He’d have plenty of time for that later.

You felt giddy and warm when he pulled away and stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes. The moonlight made his eyes look like pools of silver and you could still feel the taste of his mouth on yours. You wouldn’t lie, you wanted more.

“You didn’t answer me earlier. Are you a relative of the King?” you asked again. Ransom circled his arms around you and pulled you closer.

“Yes. I am.” He answered, not bothering to explain further.

 He managed to change the topic, and the two of you talked for a while out on the balcony. Then another melody started playing, and he begged you for another dance. Which you agreed to again.

However this time, he held you closer; your torso pressed against his, his hand on your lower back, his fingers laced with yours when he held your hand. While you held him at the back of his neck instead of his shoulder. You were sure that if anyone was watching you, they would be able to see the unspoken flirtation going on between the two of you.

You stared into his eyes until the end of the song. And he remained by your side until the end of the night. And you even forgot to check up on your friends again, being in his company was just that exciting.

At the end of the night, he kissed you again as he helped you up on the horse-drawn carriage which your father had sent to bring you back home.

Ransom held your hand and wouldn’t let go. He kissed you multiple times – refusing to let you go.

“I have to go home. It’s late.” You didn’t want to leave either. But you knew you had to. “I won’t see you again, will I?” a part of you was sad just thinking about it. If he was just visiting, then he would probably be gone in a few days.

Ransom chuckled, already whipped. “You will. I promise. You will see me very soon.” He got down from your carriage and gave you one last kiss on the back of your hand. “Send my regards to the professor.” He finally let go of your hand. “Now off you go.”

“Good night, Hugh.” The horsed began walking away.

He smiled. “Good night, beautiful.”

 You kept looking back at him until you could no longer see him, a permanent smile on your face yet your heart already breaking a little. How cruel of life to show you the man of your dreams even though he probably wasn’t going to stay in your life for long?

As you were on your way back home, something seemed strange. You repeated Hugh’s last words in your head, which he said to you before you parted.

Send my regards to the professor…

How did he know your father was a professor? You were sure you hadn’t told him that. Oh well, your father was quite well-known, Hugh must’ve heard of him from the people at the castle. Right?

 You dreamt of pretty, ocean blue eyes all night that night. And you couldn’t help but giggle as you thought of the feeling of his lips against yours. Or how gently he had held your body. And how well he danced, and how smooth his voice was. The kind that you could listen to for hours and never get bored of it.

He was so dreamy.

-

The next morning was… eventful. First, you woke up and the first thing which popped into your head was a name. His name.

Hugh.

You giggled again as you got ready for the day, your head filled with thoughts of him. You even skipped down the stairs on your way to breakfast with your family. One of the many rules of the house, the family must eat together at all times.

“Good morning.” You chirped as your entered the dining room. Your parents were sat the table, just as always. Yet you could sense that something was different.

Your mother seemed more bubbly than usual. And your father was… different. Almost like they were trying their hardest to keep something from you but failing.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, refusing to take a seat at the table unless they told you what was going on.

You noticed a scroll in your father’s hand.

“Oh tell her already!” your mother sounded impatient as she placed her hand in your father’s palm like she always did whenever there was good news.

Your father cleared his throat. “Well, it seems that your mother’s dress and your beauty worked wonders last night at the ball.” He pointed out, scanning the scroll but barely paid much attention to it so it gave away that he had read it at least a couple of times before.

You were confused. “What do you mean?” you asked. The only person you talked to last night was Hugh. The handsome, kind and lovely Hugh.

Your father opened his mouth to talk, but your mother beat him to it.

“A marriage proposal came for you! It’s from the Prince! We received a message from the King this morning, they would love to meet us today at the castle. Isn’t that so lovely!” your mother was clearly amazed. She turned to your father, who was smiling faintly. “Can you imagine, our daughter as the Princess of this kingdom, and….”

She kept talking but you zoned out.

How was this possible? The only one you talked to last night was…

Wait.

You reached out and rather impolitely snatched the scroll out of your father’s hand. You skimmed through the whole thing, looking for a name or a signature. And then you saw it.

‘...to ask for your lovely daughter, Y/N’s hand in marriage to the Prince of the Kingdom, his Royal Highness Hugh Ransom Drysdale…’

Your eyes widened at the name and you re-read it over and over again while you replayed last night’s events in your head. The one you danced with for so long until your feet hurt, the one who kissed you endlessly throughout the night; the one who held you so delicately was… the Prince?

And he dared lie to you, for the whole night. And now he dares send a marriage proposal? You always knew that residents of the castle were somewhat egocentric and thought that they were entitled or that they were allowed to do whatever they wanted to their subject, force any decision on them but this, this was next level!

How could he?

You suddenly remembered all that anyone’s ever told you about the Prince. How he is proud, and dangerously conceited and thinks he’s superior to others. How his promiscuity, when he was younger, was no secret. How little he does to help those in his kingdom, and how little he cares in general.

You thought about all the times you heard all those rumors about him; how he caused a ruckus wherever he went, and how he picked fights without a second thought and just how disrespectful he is to his subject. He had never acted like a valiant Prince, he was always so insolent and snobbish.

The people around town would often talk of his ignorant ways. When he was younger, he used to gamble a lot. He would often start his nights by getting drunk at the tavern and would then wake up in the brothel. Or how his egoistical and rampant ways once almost started wars with other Kingdoms.

You can’t possibly marry someone like that. Last night, he put up a façade and you fell for it. Oh you fell so effortlessly. You didn’t even question him, you just melted in his arms like a fool.

“This… I- I can’t marry the- I can’t marry him!” you couldn’t find the right thing to say.

Your mother was horrified at your words.

“Nonsense! Now hurry upstairs, we need to doll you up. Come on.” She dragged you out of the room and walked up the stairs again.

 While your mother dressed you up, your thoughts were a mess. In the past 12 hours you had danced with a stranger, kissed him and had been crushing on him ever since. Turns out he’s the Prince of the castle and you realized you’ve been lied to all along. And now the prideful and snobbish Prince sent you a marriage proposal.

You were pretty irritated and displeased, you felt betrayed because you had been lied to. There was no way you could call someone so terrible your husband. No. No way! Prince Ransom is a lousy and careless young man who doesn’t live up to his title. Marrying him would be a nightmare!

Yet, the strangest part was that, despite how bitter you felt towards him now; you could still vividly remember how his mouth felt against yours; how soft and warm his embrace had been. And how irresistible his lips tasted…

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[jenosslut]

sugary euphoria

pairings: mark lee x fem!reader

genre/s: fluff, suggestive, angst, romance

details: strangers to lovers!au, high school!au

warnings: suggestive content, suggestive humor, explict language

word count: 3k

synopsis: where two sunset lovers experience feelings they never knew existed through the journey of adolescence.

a/n: i absolutely hate how this turned out im so sorry. a special thank you to @navyhyuck, @heartyyjeno and @neojaems for beta reading this. an even more special thank you to @hunjins for always believing in me no matter what.

taglist: @hunjins @neovrse @mrkcore @moonbeamsung @jjikyuu @mellowvoidexpertfriend

couldn’t tag: @markslovelymaid

02.09.2016

you got me breathless, got me begging you to drive me insane

The weather stays warm, in hopes of smiling on everyone. The buoyant sun rays travel directly into the brunette’s eyes, though he doesn’t whine in exasperation like many would do as he is surrounded by his most favored people.

Ecstatic is how he feels around people he loves, and Mark absolutely adores his friends. Those six people- whom he labels as ‘idiots’- aid him to hold onto an endless amount of belligerent days, especially at school.

Even though Mark isn’t exactly the best with words and doesn’t prefer to demonstrate verbal affection, the legitimately adorable laugh escaping his lips whenever he’s around them is enough to let everyone acknowledge the amount of adoration he holds for the six boys.

“Are there two butts or one butt?” He hears Donghyuck question, who has an over dramatically serious expression accompanied with lips shaped in a pout pressed on his face.

“One butt Dongfuck, one butt.” Renjun is the one to respond between gritted teeth and heavy breath, thoroughly devastated with the unnecessary discussions Donghyuck never seems to leave alone.

“There’s two! They’re separate!” Chenle exclaims in an avoidably resounding manner, causing a couple heads to involuntarily shoot towards their direction in inquisitiveness; silently judging the group of boys.

“Why are we having this conversation again?” Jeno states, wrapping his arm around Jisung’s shoulder who happens to nod, displaying agreement in the older’s words.

“Ask Dongtruck.” Renjun says, raising his arms upwards in defence.

“Yeah ask Dongtruck- wait what?” Donghyuck continues, then widens his eyes at the realization; turning his head towards Renjun as his jaw commences to part.

“I’m selling a Dingdong for free, contact me for details!” Chenle screechs, throwing his hands towards the air as the boys surrounding his figure stare at him in incredulity. Many people’s attention switch onto the group of boys again, allowing them- except Chenle- to give reactions out of embarrassment.

“When will you learn to like, shut the fuck up?” Renjun silently shouts at Chenle’s face in exasperation, biting his bottom lip as he runs his hand in between his hair.

“We’re supposed to bully Yuckie here, not me! Gosh, what a traitor.” Chenle responds, letting a dramatic sigh escape his lips, poking his tongue inside his cheek.

“If only you used the creativity you use for Hyuck’s nicknames for pragmatic reasons.” Jeno states, shaking his head.

“How do you even know what pragmatic means?” Mark questions- more to himself- in a lower tone, glancing at Jeno.

“I’m not Renjun, Mark.” Jeno replies, patting Mark’s back as Mark nods at his friend’s words.

The moment Mark Lee turns his head towards the side, his eyes witness a smile; looking dazzling as ever. The sight of you standing exquisite, the most guilelessly enticing expression sitting delicately on your features is enough to cast anyone under your spell.

Your friend says something, you laugh again. Your eyes meet as you involuntarily turn your head towards his direction. Mark’s breath gets caught in his throat, thoroughly overwhelmed. You send him a wave, then boom.

Spark.

Mark Lee bewitches under your spell.

13.11.2016

I see rainbows when i think of us

First Date

First dates are cute, adorably delighting. Kind of awkward. But that’s fine, because it’s delirious. Maybe not euphoric, but definitely a form of ecstasy.

A new experience, a new person. Something contrasting, something exciting.

It’s not the transcendence that makes it appealing, because no first date is perfect. It’s the imperfection, the sheepish smiles shared throughout the day, the embarrassing-feeling sentences that appear cuter than embarrassing.

Maybe the occasion is cliché, maybe it’s not worth enough to be included in a million-selling novel. But the experience is worth it. A simple exchange of ice cream flavors, simple exchanges of words as you amble around a keenly alive park. Cliché, but new. Cliché, but delighting.

Things are a bit less expected in Mark’s case.

The arid leaves fall as a gospel choir, harmonized in such a way that celebrates each hue and shows how they complete each other. The fallen leaves create an alluring pathway as you amble exquisite with Mark besides your figure, hand in hand.

“I think i’m seeing rainbows.” You state breathily, head falling on top of Mark’s shoulder; coming in contact with the soft fabric of his maroon jacket.

“Where? It’s dark though, i don’t think that’s possible,” Mark responds, his eyes scanning through the sky involuntarily as he takes your words legitimately.

“It didn’t rain, it’s not sunny either.” He continues on analyzing his surroundings, not exactly sure of what you meant with the words you had previously put together.

“You make me see rainbows.” You smile, astonished at his oblivious nature.

“How do i do that?” He asks, eyes slightly wide as his lips unintentionally form a small pout.

“I was trying to be poetic, Mark. I know it was bad, you could've just gone along with it.” You let out a playful scoff, the small yet absolute smile continuing its appearance on your lips.

“No no it wasn't bad, i just-” He rambles.

“Oh my god, i’m joking. Calm down, i was just trying to say how you made me happy.” You let out a full hearted laugh this time, clearly amused.

“Oh…” Is all that Mark lets out at the realization, head turning towards the side in embarrassment as his heart skips a beat.

Cute, you think to yourself.

And yes, Mark Lee is indeed an adorable boy who enchants you in even more bewitching experiences.

01.02.201

I love the way I light up when you call me

Your feet play with the treacherously empty and dry looking sand while concentrating on the undulating sound of the shallow turquoise ocean. The majestic ocean seems to be wrapped in a darker color, which could easily be blamed on the endless darkness of the sky caused by the time being nearly five in the morning.

Your head lays on Mark’s shoulder while the jacket he had given you minutes prior- insisting that you were shivering- sits on your shoulders. He holds your body close to his own, feeling an- what he labels as- unreasonable urge to protect you from anything that could occur.

You sit there, a serene feeling captivating you as you listen to each other's alleviating breaths and heartbeats. You throw small sets of words here and there to create some type of a conversation, delighting in the consolatory atmosphere.

"Your heart is beating so fast." You softly speak in incredulity, eyes slightly wide at the unanticipated moment.

Mark widens his eyes, a sheepish smile commencing to play on his lips. He starts mumbling and stuttering as he tries to put together meaningful words, though they don’t make any sense to say the least.

“Mine is beating fast too, if that makes you feel better.” You don’t know where the sudden confidence comes from, yet you keep on staring right into his sparkling orbs with your own; the most ravishing smile sitting buoyantly on your lips.

Mark muttres out a few “Oh”s before lazing his visibly tensed body, slowly melting in your arms as you pull his body even closer to your own.

As the sun begins to rise, a song along with a valse melody commences to play out of the speakers Mark had brought. You softly grab the brunette’s hand, taking it into your own; signaling him to dance with a playful smile on your face.

Mark lifts himself upwards as the sheepish smile from earlier commences to display its appearance back on his features. He uses some help from your hand as he lets out a nervous chuckle, youthful hysteria running through his body.

The two of you sway your bodies according to the mellifluous melody rhyming behind. You recline your head on Mark’s chest, getting into a more comfortable position.

"You're beautiful." Mark’s graceful sounding whisper is heard clearly in your right ear after finally gathering up the courage to state a compliment, causing the smile on your lips to grow uncontrollably.

Before leaning in, you go through a whole debate about whether to kiss him or not inside your head. Finally, you lean in; mixing both of your uniquely ambrosial scents as you catch his lips in between your own.

Although the kiss isn’t exactly perfect, the experience is.

“Be my girlfriend?” Mark asks in a whisper as he uses his right hand to keep your chin up, staring right inside your eyes fervently.

“Yeah.” You whisper back with a heavy breath, not able to control the smile growing on your lips.

The newly rising sun accompanies your bodies as you try to move your lips against each other’s in the middle of a beach. Youthful giggles get thrown around as you share your first kiss, a feeling unfamiliarly intriguing enchanting you.

Maybe, maybe you had a future with Mark. Maybe he was someone who would be there for you during your worst nightmares, a shoulder to cry on after calamitous fights, a soul to share your overwhelming ecstasy with.

Though, you don't know that just yet. You never know what the future holds for you. So you completely give your all to him, living through each second of one of the many euphoric moments you share.

Mayhaps this is the beginning of a new journey...

14.03.2017

I lose my mind when you whisper sweet nothings

Gratuitously, Mark guides your body towards his bedroom; hands all over each other’s bodies as giggles out of hysteria escape your lips. You run your hands through his brown locks, plunking them eagerly as your already plumped lips messily move against each other’s.

Mark lets out another breathy giggle as your noses brush, your hands traveling on his body. Your hands find their way towards the hem of his shirt, fingers fiddling with it; contemplating on whether to take it off or not.

Mark gives you a short nod, displaying approval within his actions as he sends you an adorable smile. You glance upwards to steal a glance from his features, only to get lost inside his doe orbs; sparkling in youthful enthusiasm.

He pushes your body onto his bed, trying to be as meticulous as he could. He helps you slide his shirt off as the kiss gets even messier. After unintentionally biting his bottom lip, you mutter out multiple apologies as Mark assures you; running his hands through your hair soothingly.

He pulls your body onto his lap, blushing when he sees your eyes glued onto his upper body. Your eyes meet when you move your head, both shying away at the shared stare. You land him a kiss, on his cheek instead of his lips. Giggles continuously flow through both of your lips as you keep on planting kisses on his cheeks.

Your lips land on his nose on accident when attempting to shower him in sweet cheek kisses, allowing another giggle out of timidity to be shared.

“I love you, like a lot.” Mark whispers admiringly, the adorably sheepish smile never washing away from his lips as the first ever “I love you” effortlessly falls out. You involuntarily smile at the statement, melting into his honeyed words.

“I love you too.” You whisper back, exchanging the specific three words for the first time.

You spend your night blissfully, not precisely knowing what you are doing. Yet you sure are delightful inside Mark’s tight embrace, heart clenching inside your chest at every amiable touch.

23.05.2017

You’re my favorite mistake

“Mark,” You speak out, fidgeting on his bed uncomfortably as your fingers fiddle with the hem of your skirt.

“Yes, baby?” Mark replies; not exactly paying the most attention as his eyes stay still on the laptop seated on his desk, trying to get an essay done.

“Love, are you okay?” He questions when you don’t respond, diverting is doe orbs towards your direction.

“I’m leaving,” You say as your teeth immediately find their way towards your bottom lip, biting and peeling the skin off in apprehension.

“For university, i’m moving.” You continue, explaining yourself when he doesn’t display any type of reaction.

Mark finally lets out a small yet heavy “When” as his lips part, staring at you dispiritedly.

“This sunday.” You reply faintly after a pause.

“And you decide to tell me about it now? Three days before you leave?” Mark’s eyes go wide as his voice raises, visibly accustomed.

“Calm down.” You attempt to calm him down, though it doesn’t exactly work as he shouts even louder each time he parts his lips.

“Do you even care about my feelings?” Mark clamors.

“Mark, what are you saying?” You ask in incredulity, aching to believe you didn’t hear him accurately.

“Look Y/n, I support whatever you do. But not when you tell me right before it happens!” He continues as a scoff out of mockery follows his words.

“I’m sorry i just-” You start rambling, not having an idea on how to ease his emotions.

“A sorry doesn’t fix everything!” He extends, not allowing you to speak.

“I know-”

“Good that you know! I hope you don’t make the same mistake next time with someone else.”

“Someone else? Mark, are you seriously breaking up with me over this?” You ask as a feeling of overwhelming incredulity captures you. His words allow your eyes to widen as your lips part afterwards.

“What’s there to not break up over, Y/n? How do you expect to continue this once you’re away?” He shouts again, making you pause.

“Okay, i wish you the best.” You state with a shaky voice as tears commence to gliss up inside your eyes, causing them to look glossy. You try your best to not blink, holding your tears in.

You can’t cry. No, you can’t cry in front of him.

So you get up and leave.

--

You are still young.

Not everything lasts, not everything is meant to last.

Each moment is worth living without allowing a knot to form inside your stomach in worry. Experiences have reasons, purposes. So do you, you have a purpose. Cry your heart out after agonizing fights, laugh in delight with all you’ve got; enchanted in an overwhelming euphoria.

You are shaped by awkward encounters, innocently sheepish grins, pernicious altercations, anguished tears. Mistakes you make at eighteen become experiences you thank at thirty.

Sugary moments come to an end, so do the bitter ones. Nothing is permanent, nothing is promised. You can’t live with worry, you can’t live in pain.

Life is short, short enough for you to give each moment a chance. Short enough to feel everything, to live and not just exist.

Somewhere out there, there’s someone for you. Someone willing to cherish all your imperfections, someone willing to shower you in love as immense adoration dances in their sparkling orbs.

Love...love is alluring, fascinating, breathtakingly dazzling. There’s so much to explore within love, so much to explore within a person. New euphoric moments to be shared, new eyes to get lost in, new hearts to beat together.

Love with all you have, give people every ounce of what they deserve without worrying about the ending. Every moment comes to an end. Every kiss has a final share, every breakdown has a final tear.

There is a beginning to each journey, there’s also an ending to those journeys. No time is worth spending cooped up in your room with tears drenching on your features, no time is worth contemplating on whether or not to do something in worry.

Although this is an anguished ending to the previous chapter, it’s a sugary euphoric beginning for another one...

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Obey Me! Request: What if the reader's a fairy whose wings were ripped away eight years prior (and Solomon knows because in this canon he and MC are childhood friends who made a pact on accident). How would they all react when they see the scars?

Oh, how I love writing requests while also listening/watching teachers do online courses~

---

Lucifer

His first reaction would be shock, then complete rage.

Who dared do something so incredibly cruel to his beloved S/O?!

He would start asking you details, if you knew who did it, if found, could the wings be attached again, if the scars still hurt and countless other questions.

He is not THE most powerful demon Brother for nothing, you know?

He is definitely going to find out the culprit, find your wings, wherever they are, and do anything in his power to put them on your back, as good as new, as if nothing happened.

Demons can do lots of things, and if they can’t do it, he’s sure Simeon will do a little angelic favour to him, for good times’ sake, when they were as good as brothers.

He already lost Lilith, he’s not going to have you in pain, miserable and suffering as well.

---

Mammon

Mammon.exe stopped working.

He’s literally so shocked all he can do for a while is stare at the terrible scars on your back.

What happened? Did they hurt? Were you really okay?

To him, those scars feel like the scars his heart has from all the hate he gets from his brothers.

When you tell him what happened, he feels his heart being crushed and cut up and everything.

He can’t imagine what could you have felt when that happened, and even now, after so many years...

Mammon has lots of connections and knows everything on the market, and despite this not being something he’d search for, now it’s his top priority.

Even his brothers, seeing how serious and desperate he is, will help him out in any way possible (shocked and impressed by his ambition).

After everything is solved, he’d make sure to hug you just a bit tighter, kiss you just a bit longer, make sure he never says anything that may hurt you, even if it meant walking all over his pride and tsundere tendencies...

He’d do anything for you.

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Leviathan

He’d freak out at first, thinking that someone attacked you, or something bad, and that you’d need medical attention asap.

When you tell him those are old scars, he bites his lip and asks if he can know what happened.

As soon as you tell him what happened, his eyes start to sparkle and he mentions how you were definitely a Magical Girl, and this was just the bad part of your story plot.

He will consult with his brothers to find out if somehow you can glue new wings back or literally anything.

He finds out there is a way to get you new wings and attach them back to their place, so Levi spends all his money to get the most beautiful, sparkly, colourful, magical girl styled wings, making you look like a fairy, and as well as that, he’ll draw you as a magical girl and as yourself, undercover, draw your magical girl weapon and will literally create a whole universe about you, that will eventually turn into a manga series, and an anime.

He will obviously make himself the love interest of you, the protagonist, and every emotions and words he’s too shy to express out loud, will definitely be shown in the manga.

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Satan

Oh boy, this one will literally burn with anger - Flames and cinder around him and all that.

He will bite his lip in anger, trying his best not to manifest his wrath in front of you, while he gingerly touched the scars left on your skin.

He will be restless until he gets to torture the living hell out of the fucker who dared do something so gruesome to you, and when he’s done, he’ll make sure his soul gets to hell and will personally attend to his eternal agony.

When he’s done for the day, he won’t get back to you until he found YOUR wings, and got them to their rightful state, pristine clean and healthy, just as new, as if they never left your back.

Satan will go through all magic books he has to get the wings on your back perfectly, painless, even enchant them to look even cooler, in any way you like.

When everything is back to normal, Satan would love to touch your wings, massage your back and watch your flutter them around, seeing the happiness in your eyes as you finally felt free.

---Asmodeus

Asmo would feel angry and upset that something like that had to happened to his beautiful, beloved S/O.

He would hug you tightly, trying to comfort you, not caring that it happened years ago or that it doesn’t hurt anymore.

No, Asmo is going to cuddle you, stroke your hair, kiss you all over your face and say all the sweetest and soothing words that only you will ever have the privilege to hear.

Of course, he wouldn’t just sit still, he will take Satan and look everywhere for the prettiest wings, while he has a picture of you on his D.D.D. to make sure the the height, colour, lengths, texture, weight of the wings are going to match you perfectly.

You’re his angel, no matter what.

He’s gonna take an infinite amount of professional pictures of you, different outfits, different backgrounds, different places, different hairstyles, different makeups, so he’d give you the confidence, because you are perfect from head to toe.

---Beelzebub

He’d be shocked to hear that, and in a way, he will project this whole situation to his problem with Lilith.

Don’t get me wrong, he won’t see you as Lilith, but he blames himself for Lilith’s death, and he feels like, now that he has the opportunity to save you and bring you back your wings, it would mean, in a way, that he finally did something right for his loved one and he can forgive himself.

Your happiness and well-being are all that matter to him.

That night, he will hold you close to his chest, almost afraid that you would somehow disappear, or break, like a porcelain doll, so beautiful, yet so fragile.

Beel will ask for Belphie’s help and insight on the issue, and as soon as he finds a remedy, he will take out his laptop and show you wings online, letting you choose whichever you like most, or which one you think would look the most like the ones you had.

His heart will flutter with relief and happiness when you finally have your new wings and he gets to attach them on your back, seeing them fuse with your body.

Beel will stare at you in awe at how majestic you look, and will get in his demon form, hugging you tightly to his chest, kissing your head, a soft smile on his face.

He finally did the right thing.

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Belphegor

Fucking humans! 

How dare they do something so atrocious to you?!

How could they hurt you and Lilith, the ones he loved the most in this life?!

Needless to say, Belphie would be incredibly angry and will take immediate action.

Avatar of Sloth? No more.

Avatar of You’reFuckingDead.

He’ll go to the end of the world to burn that bastard alive, make sure he realises how much he screwed up, messing with HIS S/O...

He lowkey contemplates destroying the human world again, but knowing you exist and how upset you’d be quickly changes his mind, which only makes him torture the jerk even more.

When he gets back, he doesn’t hesitate even 1 second before putting your wings on your back and dragging you in front of the mirror, fixing them, before hugging your from behind in his Demon form and wrapping his tail protectively around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Seeing the mirror’s reflection, he vows to never let anything ever come anywhere close to making you upset.

[by-gwyn]

Writing Prompt: a Siren's Morning Ritual

This is a writing activity for my Creative Writing class, and I wanted to share it here.

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The sun is hiding. 

I only see clouds heavenward, most of them silver and gray, a sign of incoming rain and thunderstorm. I gaze further up the sky—ah, I already see droplets of rain falling down. I have always loved the rain.

I feel myself smile. It is only early in the morning, but I sense that today will be a perfect day. 

"I hope for fog today,” I hear someone suddenly speak beside me. I glance over my shoulder and see my older sister, Kai. We have the same green eyes, but she is the prettier one. But that does not matter. We are born to be beautiful—majestic, as those who live above us prefer to describe us. Besides, I am stronger than her. Whatever we lack, we make up in another aspect. 

"I agree. It makes things easier,” I reply. She stares at me in the eyes, not saying a word. I know she knows exactly what I meant. Our other sister Mar’s gaunt eyes as she lay on an abandoned seashore still haunts me as I wake. “Be careful,” I told her as she went that day. Little did I know, she would never come home ever again.

Suddenly, my ears detect what sounds like a plop in the water and muffled voices from above. Perfect. I gesture for Kai to follow behind me. I am the faster one out of the two of us, and should anything wrong happen, we would dare not repeat what happened to Mar. 

With calculated movements, we slowly swim near the voices. Close, but not too close. Just the perfect distance for the unsuspecting to delude themselves that a drowning, hapless woman is seeking for help in the dangerous waters.

I examine the men standing on the wooden boat. There are two of them; one holding a net and one preparing what looked like a bucket. Perfect indeed. One for me and one for Kai. I assume they are fishermen out on an early morning’s work. It is sad that they are unaware of what is coming for them, but I do not feel any pity. Not for any human, anyway.

Then, I open my mouth to sing. “Let the morning come to me, let the spirit of the ocean guide me.” Human legends talk about many dangerous creatures lurking around. I have heard some of them, some I have even met in my lifetime. 

I see the two men on the boat stop what they are doing. “You sailors of the east, hear ye, hear my plead.” Humans tell their children to be careful of things that they cannot understand. But what these humans do not know is that they should be more afraid of themselves.

There is so much more noise now from the boat. I see the sailors scramble to look for the voice. Kai and I take it as our cue to slowly rise from the water, careful not to reveal ourselves. The light fog helps to hide better, but we make sure that they can see our figures—from our long, wet hair, toned torso, and plump breasts. The sailors on the boat are completely still. I can see that their eyes are in a haze, as if entranced. I give them my most beautiful smile, baring my pointed teeth out in the open. 

“If God permits the deed, do not lament and weep.” Kai and I sing in unison. I move closer to one of the sailors on the boat while Kai swims to the other. He looks young, possibly not over 16. I have had my fair share of 16-year-olds, none of them as striking as this young boy, though. I know he is staring at me, and I do not break eye contact. I swim further up and raise my hand to touch his chin. He follows my touch. 

Humans think of themselves as gods, only because they rule the mountains and lands. They are mistaken. They have no idea about the bigger things that lie underneath the waters that surround them. What kind of god bends to the whims of a siren's voice, anyway?

“For the same eyes you see today, you will never again see.” 

I move my mouth closer to the young boy's ear and whisper, "You are mine."

I feel him freeze, and I pull his entire body into the deep waters. 

Humans say to be careful of the beautiful, singing creatures underwater.

They say that these creatures lure you in with their hauntingly beautiful voices and songs and kiss you until your lungs collapse. 

Frankly, I have to agree with them. 

It is all in a morning’s work.

[mldrgrl]

Broken things 3/24

by: mldrgrl Rating: varies by chapter, rated R overall  See Chapter 1 for summary and notes

Melvin is out the door as soon as Mulder is in eyesight of the ranch house.  He can see the older man step out onto the porch and then stand a little taller and pull the tails of his vest taut.

“Am I wrong, or does my nose detect the makings of noon dinner on the stove?” Mulder calls.

“With the size of that nose, you’re probably smelling what’s cooking in Fort Worth,” Melvin answers back.

Mulder chuckles and brings Blondie to a stop in front of the house.  He motions for Katherine’s bag and then takes her hand while she gathers her skirts and brings her leg over the side of the horse.  He holds her about the waist to help her down and she pitches forward slightly and ends up pressed close to him.  He eases her to her feet and keeps his arm around her for maybe a bit too long, but it feels nice to him to have her there.

“Who’s this marvelous young lady you brung to us?” Melvin asks, and the moment is broken.

“She’s called Katherine,” Mulder answers.  “Send Trevor on out to put up Blondie, I’d like to bring our guest in and introduce her.  Set another plate for dinner.”

“Trevor,” Melvin calls over his shoulder.  He takes a small hop down from the porch and reaches for Katherine’s hand.  “Melvin Frohike at your service.  Welcome to Broke In, lovely lady.”

“The name of the ranch,” Mulder explains to Katherine.  “Alright, settle down, old man.  You act as though you haven’t seen a pretty woman before.”  He kicks Melvin lightly in the seat of his pants just as the young ranch hand that he had requested be sent out appears on the porch with a napkin tucked into his shirt.  “Trevor, excuse me for interrupting your dinner, could you please put Blondie up?”

“Yes, Sir.”  The boy takes the lead from Mulder and takes the horse away.

“Alright, come in, come in,” Mulder says.

Melvin scurries down the dogtrot ahead of Mulder and Katherine.  “You boys make yourselves presentable, we got a lady in the house,” he calls.

There’s a scraping of chairs and utensils.  Richard and Jimmy jump to their feet, wiping their mouths on their napkins.  Jesse stays sitting, slurping from his bowl until he looks up and then jumps up as well, spilling stew on the table and dribbling on his chin.  

Mulder removes his hat as they move down the broad hall and hangs it on a peg just outside the door of the dining area.  He hangs Katherine’s sack there beside his hat and guides her into the room ahead of him.

“Boys,” he says.  “This is Katherine.  She’ll be joining us for dinner and then accompanying me into town.  Katherine, that blonde beanpole over there to the left is Richard, and then we have Jimmy beside him and the creature without any table manners is his brother Jesse.”

“Ma’am,” they all murmur.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Katherine answers.  

“Go ahead and sit yourself here,” Mulder says, pulling out the chair at the head of the table for her.  After she sits, the rest of the men do as well, glancing at her and each other as though they’re searching for the proper etiquette to resume their meal.  Melvin is already ladling out a bowl of stew for her and he passes it to her along with a spoon and a napkin.

“Some lemonade, Madam?” Melvin asks.  “We got cold tea or coffee too if’n you have druthers.”

“The lemonade would be fine, thank you.”

As Mulder dishes out his own dinner, he observes there’s a slight tremor in Katherine’s hand when she picks up her spoon.  He also notices that her breathing is slightly labored, coming short and fast from parted lips.  It hadn’t occurred to him before, but with nothing in that sod house, this might be her first meal in some time.

“Melvin, do you think we might still have a tin of soda crackers in one of those cupboards?” he asks.

“I reckon we sure might.”  The little man hops up from the table and begins to search the cabinets.  He returns triumphant with a tin which he hands off to Mulder.  Mulder opens it and then passes it across the table to Katherine.

“Stew might be a little heavy for this time of day unless you’ve been laboring,” Mulder says.  “The crackers will soak up the broth nicely though.”

“Thank you,” she answers, with a nod, taking the tin from him.

Normally, the boys rush through noon dinner, eager to get back to their chores and the horses, but they eat slowly.  Jesse even attempts to hold a spoon, which Mulder has never seen him do before.  Trevor returns and has to squeeze his way into a place at the bench seating beside Richard and Jimmy.  Melvin dominates the conversation with business chatter, giving Mulder a run down on what some of the horses have been up to all morning.  

One by one, Jesse, Richard, Jimmy, and then finally Trevor excuse themselves to continue their work.  Each man brings his bowl and cup to a wash basin near the stove and they nod politely to Katherine before they leave.  Mulder asks Trevor to please hitch up the Tilbury to go into town shortly.  Melvin gets up to start cleaning dishes and Katherine quickly rises as well.

“I can help,” she says.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Melvin answers, waving his napkin at her.  “You are our guest of honor, my dear, and you won’t lift a finger.”

“Don’t you worry about him,” Mulder says, wiping his mouth before he rises from his seat.  “Let me show you the place before we leave.”

She looks to Melvin.  “If you’re sure I can’t help.”

“You go on with Mulder.”

“Well, now, you’ve seen our kitchen and dining area, let’s come back through the dogtrot and I’ll show you the rooms.”

“The dogtrot?”

“That’s what we call this open hall here.  We keep the front door open most days and the back door as well.  It’s good for circulation.  In case you hadn’t noticed, it can reach the same temperature as hellfire out here on the coldest summer day.  This helps with the heat.”

“That’s quite clever.”

“I thought so as well.  Now this first door on the left is where I sleep.  And this one here to the right will be yours, if you decide to stay on.”

“Mine?”

“It’s a guest room right now.  Occasionally there’s a need for people that travel through for business dealings with me to have a place to stay.”

“I can’t take that, then.  I could easily just take a bit of space in the kitchen.  If I stay on, that is.”

“You will do no such thing.”  Mulder opens the door to the room.  “It’s not much but the necessities right now but you can make it up however you like.”

Sensing a protest coming, Mulder moves them on to the last room, across from the kitchen and dining area.  He has saved the best for last in the hopes of impressing her.  He pauses with his hand on the knob.

“This is the washroom,” he says.

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She’s feeling overwhelmed.  Mulder has just shown her a room, in the house, which holds a copper and wooden bathing tub and an indoor pump and stove for heating water.  He tries to explain a system of pipes and wells and how they work, but he gives up and tells her he actually doesn’t have a clue how it really operates, just that it does.  The boys, he says, don’t trust it, and prefer to go into town for a Saturday night bath and shave.  Not only that, in the back of the room there’s a closet which is really a privy.  She’s never seen anything like it.

After they leave the washroom, the tour of the ranch continues out of the back door.  A rather large water tower stands some yards away.  To the east of the main house is a bunkhouse the ranch hands share and to the west of the house is a barn, stables, and a corral.  She’s surprised to learn that there are more than just horses kept here.  In fact there are chickens, two cows, several hogs and a handful of suckling pigs, some sheep, two goats, and a black and white herding dog called Queenie.

“We call her that because she thinks she runs the place,” Mulder says.

“Mulder!” Richard calls from the barn door.  “Trevor says you want the carriage hitched up.  You want the hackney since Faithful Jenny needs to break in the new shoe?”

“That’s fine,” Mulder tells him.  Richard tips his hat in acknowledgment and disappears back into the barn.

“How many horses do you have here?” Katherine asks.

“Right now, fifteen.  Six of them should be leaving us by the month’s end and then I’ll be bringing back more to replace them.”

“What do you do with them?”

“Take care of the ones that need taking care of.  For the others, break them, train them up.  Sell them.  Board them at times.”

“I can see why you prefer the land I was on.  Why you’d want it.”

“You can?”

“It’s flatter.  More prairie grass.  And full access to the creek.”

“All true.”

Richard and Trevor interrupt the conversation by bringing the carriage out with a horse the color of mahogany and a black mane.  All four of the horse’s legs are snow white and it has a white diamond just above the nose.  She almost gasps it’s such a breathtaking creature.

“That’s the most beautiful horse I’ve ever seen,” she says.

“You like her?”

“She’s so...majestic.”

“That is precisely why she earned the name Lady.  Let’s go get your bag and then we’ll head on into town.”

He insists she borrow a leather valise to use instead of her burlap sack and she transfers her meager possessions into the case.  He carries the bag for her out to the carriage and ties it to a shelf just under the seat.  He helps her up and once she’s settled, he and Richard unfold an accordion top to shade them from the sun.

The carriage rides a little smoother than a wagon.  It bounces a bit and moves fast.  She’s only been to town one time and she’s unfamiliar with the road.  The land is so vast and it all looks the same.  She can’t believe she had been considering walking to Fort Worth.  She would never make it if she tried.

“You know all there is to know about me,” Mulder says.  “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

“I’m sure I don’t know all that there is.”

“Everything important, I would say.”

Her palms begin to sweat and she hides her hands in the folds of her skirt.  If she tells him everything about herself, he might change his mind about everything.  He might not be so kind to her.  She doesn’t feel right about deceiving such a nice man, but there are things she must withhold for now.  At least until she’s absolutely certain he would not look at her differently or think less of her.

“I’m not very interesting,” she says.

“You said you’re from Virginia.  Whereabouts?”

“Norfolk.”

“What’s your family name?”

She hesitates for a beat to decide if it’s too much.  “O’Brien,” she finally answers.  It’s a half-truth.  The O’Brien are her mother’s people.  

“Irish?  Did your people immigrate from the famine?”

“I don’t know.”

“Brothers or sisters?”

“I told you before, there’s no one.”

“Yes, you did tell me.”

He doesn’t ask her any more questions and she feels a bit ashamed of herself for rebuffing him.  She takes a few surreptitious glances at him to see if he might be affronted, but he appears to be passively concentrating on driving the carriage.

“Would you like to try?” he asks.

“Try what?”

“Driving the carriage.”

“This carriage?”

He laughs.  “I don’t see another out here.  You can’t do any damage, here, take the lines.”

“Oh, no, I…”

“Sure you can.”  He pulls the carriage to a stop and then passes the lines over to her.  “You’re driving from the right, so with your left hand, just lay the strap down over your index finger and hold it down with your thumb.”

“Alright.”  She does as he asks and then looks to him for further instruction.

“And now slide this strap between the third and fourth fingers of your right hand, like so.”

“Like this?”

“Perfect.  I’m going to slide the whip into the grip of your right hand here and you’ll keep it angled with the natural tilt of your wrist.  Now, you just tickle Lady’s back lightly and tell her to walk.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.  This road is pretty straight so there shouldn’t be any worries.  If she acts up, I’m right here.  And if your arms tire, let me know.”

“Alright.”  Her heart quickens a bit so she can feel it thump against her chest and she sits up straighter in the seat.

“Keep the lines slack as well, just like you’re doing now.”

“Okay.”  She turns her wrist a little so that the tassel that dangles from the end of the whip lightly touches the horse’s back.  “Lady, walk now, please.”

Mulder laughs and she smiles broadly when the horse starts to walk forward.  Her grip on the lines feels awkward and unnatural and it takes more effort than she thought it would to keep them slack and light.  Her back and shoulders are soon sore, but she does not want to give up the control that quickly.  Maybe ten minutes pass before she tires to the point that her arms grow heavy.

“I think I need to stop now,” she says.

“Put a bit of pressure on the lines, very slowly.”

“Whoa,” she says, but the horse does not stop.

“Whoa, Lady,” Mulder calls, and he covers Katherine’s hands with his own, adding the appropriate amount of pressure to bring her to a stop.  

His hands linger and her heart quickens again.  She wants more of something in that moment that she can’t understand or describe.  She imagines turning her palms up to him and letting her fingers slide into his.  She imagines pressing a little closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder.  She imagines him putting his arm around her.  She imagines a peace that she’s never even experienced before.

His hands move off of hers and she gives him control of the lines and sits back, rubbing her hands over each other to work out a little of the soreness in her wrists.  He starts the carriage forward again and announces that they should be in town shortly.

[saltminerising]

Sad to see so many people rank hatchlings wrong. Here is the correct order of babies.

1. Imperial - Glorious, fetching. He looks like he belongs on a desk as a small bookend to hold your fantasy novels. He is a scaredy cat but pretends to be brave. Looks very much like his papa so you get a decent preview of the adult.

2. Snapper - Pleasant, friendly. Look at her cute puppy face, you know she is a good girl, obedient and kind. Anyone who does not find this adorable is wrong. Give her chin scritches.

3. Nocturne - Splendid, attentive. Look at her little hands held to her chest and the inquisitive tilt of her head. This is a baby that wishes to learn. Her bat wings are able to display the secondary gene without being in the way.

4. Bogsneak - Adorable, derpy. You are not immune to tongue blep. Him just a wee frog on him belly but his upright head lets you know he is aware. Sweet boy.

5. Coatl - Soft. A fuzzy bab. Clumsy or extremely playful either way constantly tumbling about. Slightly overplayed as a permababy however so minus a few points. Still among the best of the best.

6. Veilspun - Enchanting. Might this be a fairy child given to you to care for? The hair is luxurious you know it feels like silk. The one major flaw is the body is not yet serpentine enough like the adults.

7. Skydancer - Cute. She do a little sploot. Another baby on her belly, another soft sweetie pie. The major distraction is there is no elegance but her eyes are bright and engaging.

8. Spiral - Decent. A pile of noodle. The things this baby has seen cannot be unseen. One of the best way to showcase eyes on the site. But the wing arms seem awkward.

9. Wildclaw - Prehistoric. Smol raptor child, worthy of defending. But also this kind of looks like an anime mascot so a point deduction.

10. Mirror - Excitable. Mirror is happy to be here. Good view of the toesies but otherwise this is a hairless puppy. Very good facial expression however. Worth the scroll.

11. Gaoler - Smug. Why is he smirking? A pile of untamed hair. Soft and fuzzy for that purpose but doesn't look as majestic as he will be grown up. Stop making direct eye contact with me.

12. Tundra - A muppet. Bless him he tries but... it's not his fault he is a Tundra.

13. Gaurdian - She said you want WING you want smol bab big WING? Honestly the sole reason she isn't higher is because obviously she is not listening. Look at her gaze, she is about to run over and get into the trash bin. Naughty!

14. Banescale - A bab for people with very specific tastes. If those tastes are yours you would die for Banescale. If not, utterly forgettable. Also not chickeny enough.

15. Ridgeback - CHIN. Idol of neck pain. Still cuter than the adults so bonus points.

16. Fae - This is a fetus. 0/10

17. Pearlcatcher - Ungainly. Ugly. Why is the body almost entirely hidden by the pearl? I cannot see what they look like as an adult that well. Sherk ears. The whiskers look like insect antenna at this level. Do not like. Never like. Grow into your body you icky little noodle, the end of 5 days cannot get here soon enough.