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m0onlustre · 5 days

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You always belonged with me. - Sylus x reader

ᯓPairing: Sylus x female reader (afab)

ᯓGenre: pure filth, slight yan!sylus if you squint really hard, oc plot mentions, angst

ᯓ tags - WARNINGS: mdni, reader isn’t the lnds!mc, explicit sexual content, ooc Sylus (how his myth could be in my head), toxic relationship, b/egging, f!receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, non-sexual choking, spanking, creampies, use of pet names (kitten, sweetie, angel), dirty talking, sylus refers to reader's pussy as "she"

ᯓExtra Warning: This story contains altered religious themes and biblical references that may lead me to hell. If you are religious or uncomfortable with the prospect of such writing, please, for your own sake, do not proceed with this story. Consider yourself warned.

ᯓWord Count: 4,6k

Centuries ago, you were banned from stepping foot in the place you once called home. You would do anything to return, and tonight was your chance to try your last resort: the man who had damned you to this position in the first place.

It wasn’t the first time you felt the unsettling sensation of being followed while navigating the N109 Zone. This place was notorious for its shadows—every corner seemed to harbor someone lurking, ready to pry into the lives of others.

You had grown accustomed to this unease; after all, this had been your home for years, both before and after the catastrophe that left the area hollow and desolate. In the aftermath, people became harsher, their kindness stripped away by the events that reshaped the lives of everyone in the zone.

Your feet carried you into one of the bars at the far end of town. You couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle at the absurdity of a security guard standing at the door. Everyone knew this wasn’t a typical nightclub—not that anything here could be considered “normal.” This establishment had a reputation as a bloodbath. The guards weren’t there to ensure anyone's safety of course, except for one man: The leader of Onychinus.

Onychinus was a mysterious faction entrenched in the N109 Zone. Unlike other shady groups, they were omnipresent, weaving a vast web of corruption that controlled every illegal activity within the area.

Sylus was not just the head of this dangerous organization; he was regarded as the ruler of the entire underworld. Whispers of his cruelty and insatiable thirst for power circulated like a broken record, echoing through the streets.

People were terrified of him, yet he intrigued many. Tales circulated about his almost supernatural presence—more than just a human leader, he was said to command the night with his sinfully crafted horns and shadowy wings that cast an ominous veil over the town, keeping it cloaked in darkness twenty-four hours a day.

Imagination was a double-edged sword; it could inspire or deceive. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time you overheard whispers about Sylus—tales that veered more towards horror folklore than reality.

The guard fixed his gaze on you, waiting for your entry pass to the club—or, more accurately, the colosseum that lay hidden beneath it. You brushed aside the blonde locks of your wig, letting the brooch of the zone glimmer against your dress, perched just above your chest.

His scrutinizing look was intense, and you could almost sense the gears turning in his mind. “How come I haven’t seen you here before?”

You maintained an expressionless facade, keeping your tone steady under his interrogation. You hoped that the extensive alterations to your appearance—from the wig and colored contacts to your evol that allowed you to adopt features from those you encountered—would obscure any resemblance to the posters plastered throughout the N109 Zone. The bounty on your head had sent ripples of tension through the underworld, but you felt surprisingly calm.

“I usually don’t have to watch business unfold, but tonight is special. You know what I mean.”

His eyes widened in surprise at the implication of your words, and without another word, he stepped aside to grant you entry. As you passed him, a sigh of relief escaped your lips. You silently thanked whatever entity governed fate that your deception had gone unnoticed. It was all too easy to make someone believe in your power when you wore the brooch of Onychinus and spoke the right lingo about their underground dealings.

Technically, you didn’t own the brooch; it was stolen. Yet, perched on your chest, it pretty much seemed yours now. You needed access to the inner workings of the N109 Zone, and now you had it—thanks to a clever ruse involving a brief fainting spell in Luke’s arms, where you knew he kept his brooch tucked beneath the leather of his uniform.

As you navigated through the thrumming crowd, the same unsettling sensation crept over you—the feeling of being watched. The intensity of the gaze made you squirm, though you weren’t afraid. Still, you weren’t naive enough to believe that things couldn’t escalate quickly in this dangerous territory, especially while carrying a stolen item belonging to one of the leader’s henchmen.

Scanning your surroundings, you located the secret passage that led downstairs, directly to the imposing double doors of the hidden colosseum. This was a place where fights occurred every night—not just any fights, but brutal spectacles centered around bets on altered and modified wanderers.

Once, this arena served as a testing ground for a wanderer’s limits, but it had devolved into chaos when the underworld began modifying protocores. They injected these enhancements into creatures, unleashing them to tear each other apart in front of a bloodthirsty audience.

The spectators were all too aware that most wanderers were not contained within the arena. For many, death was an inevitable risk they accepted when they chose to witness these horrific displays. People entered with a significant chance of never leaving.

Those who did survive not only walked away richer, based on the wanderers they had bet on, but so did the modifiers. Yet, the one truly profiting from these nights was Sylus. He monopolized the protocores, wielding an unparalleled influence over the creatures, ensuring they possessed the strength necessary to dominate any other fighters.

He was never present during the fights, always lurking in the shadows. You needed to draw him out, for he possessed something you desperately wanted—something you needed.

So, here you sat at the front, betting everything you had on a wanderer from a mysterious modifier who remained anonymous. The bet managers had eyed you curiously when you placed such a substantial amount of gold on a creature that wasn’t one of Sylus’s creations, especially from someone unknown.

You forced yourself to relax your shoulders and crossed your legs as the announcement echoed through the arena, signaling that the fight was about to commence. The massive bars on the left side creaked open first, revealing a wanderer from Onychinus. It emerged like a beast from the depths of hell, its massive form glowing a menacing red beneath its bark-like exterior.

Then, the bars on your side opened, and the arena fell into a tense silence, punctuated only by a few gasps. From the darkness stepped a lone human. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the imminent clash as you waited for the wanderer to attack your chosen fighter.

Snickers rippled through the crowd when the human not only failed to evade the incoming assault but instead stumbled back, his head slamming against the ground with a dull thud.

The impact caused the injected formula to rupture, and in that moment, the modified essence surged through him, transforming his body into a near-giant, nearly matching the size of the opposing wanderer. Veins on his bare skin glowed a fierce red, and his pupils elongated into slits reminiscent of a cat's, radiating an intensity that resembled molten lava.

Showtime.

It didn’t take long for Onychinus’s creation to be shredded to pieces, your chosen fighter standing triumphantly atop the remnants of what had once been a formidable wanderer.

A tense silence enveloped the crowd, and no one dared to breathe as you rose from your seat and made your way toward the exit. Just before stepping out, you turned to lock eyes with the victor in the arena, whispering softly yet confidently, knowing he could hear you clearly.

"Such a good job.”

The night air was brisk against your bare back, your dress clinging to your figure and leaving little to the imagination as you walked down the narrow alleys of the town. You could almost feel the moment the atmosphere shifted, a new energy surrounding you.

A smirk crept onto your lips as you heard the steady, heavy footsteps approaching from behind.

You turned your head slightly, speaking over your shoulder to give him only a glimpse of your profile and your back.

“At last, we meet again.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, his broad shoulders shaking with amusement as his gaze roamed over your form. You could alter your appearance as much as you wished, but he would never forget the sound of your voice. Yet, he seemed to struggle with the reality of facing you after all this time.

“Let me see you, sweetie,” he said, his voice deeper than you remembered, yet still carrying that velvety, sultry tone.

You turned to face him fully, crossing your arms over your chest. With a slight tilt of your head, you took in his figure. He had changed significantly over the centuries. He stood taller, with broader shoulders, and his muscles strained against the dress shirt he wore. His white hair, once reaching his waist, was now cut close to his scalp, with only the front strands long enough to fall messily over his forehead.

Sylus clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. “The real you.”

“I’ve changed,” you replied, your tone clipped and resolute.

He took measured steps toward you, closing the distance until you found yourself craning your neck to meet his gaze. His eyes lingered on your face, absorbing every detail. “I haven’t seen you in forever…” he whispered, his voice calm yet filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

Before you could react, his hand shot out, grasping your wig and yanking it away, allowing your natural hair to cascade down your back. “Don’t mistake our time apart as a reason for me to forget every single detail about you, kitten.”

You tried to steady your breathing, striving to appear unaffected by his words. Not once did you break eye contact with him as you allowed the energy of your evol to envelop you, restoring your true features and washing away the alterations that felt like long-forgotten memories.

Sylus’s eyes darkened slightly as he took you in, his hand rising to brush his knuckles against your jaw with a featherlight touch. “I believe you have something that belongs to me.” His gaze shifted to the brooch resting on your dress.

“So do you,” you replied, your words drawing his attention away from the stolen item on your chest. His brows furrowed into a small frown as he struggled to comprehend your statement.

Something clicked in his mind then, and he seized your hand, forcefully lifting it to inspect your wrist. There it was—the one symbol he himself wore, deeply carved into your skin. It glowed an angry carmine, signaling your fall from grace.

A huff escaped his lips as he locked eyes with you again. “Is this the reason you pulled that little stunt back there? You thought I wouldn’t find out about you being the mysterious modifier you placed a bet on?”

“This—” you seethed, leaning closer to him, your frustration palpable, “is your fault. I need to get back, Sylus. This isn’t where I’m supposed to be.”

“Oh?” His smirk turned diabolical as he pressed his chest against yours, his face inches from yours. “And where exactly are you supposed to be, sweetie? By his side?”

Your patience wore thin. “Yes.”

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat, devoid of any humor. “His little angel. Tell me, did you think of him, too, when you were clenching around my cock, as if you couldn’t live without me?”

Your gasp shattered the silence of the night, followed by the sharp crack of your slap against his cheek. “That was a mistake. You were a mistake, Sylus.”

His eyes shifted, the warm carmine hue darkening to an abyssal black, all warmth evaporating from his gaze. “I was?”

You didn’t respond to him immediately, taking a step back to regain some semblance of control over the situation. You struggled to keep your voice steady. “I need to get back, and you’re going to help me, Sylus. What we—what I did was a mistake, and I can’t let it keep me away from home.”

Sylus turned his head away, closing his eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as amusement wrinkled the skin at the edges of his gaze. “Was it really your home, sweetie?”

“It was. Just as it was yours, once upon a—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” In an instant, he was back in front of you, his hand tightening around your throat. The burning symbol on his wrist glowed vividly, exposed by the way his cuff had ridden up during the movement. “That place was never my home. He never wanted me there; He only wanted to control me.”

“You’re wrong.” Your voice came out strained under the pressure of his grip, yet you didn’t flinch or attempt to remove his hand. “He loves you.”

“Is that why he banished me, hmm? Because he loves me?” His tone turned harsh, slicing through the air like a blade. “Does he love you as well? Is his love for you what sent you falling right after me?”

Your breathing grew erratic, each word he spoke igniting a fire on your own wrist. The more you allowed his words to penetrate your defenses, the more intense the burning sensation became. “We defied him, Sylus. You betrayed him most of all; you are the only reason you’ve fallen.”

His grip on your throat tightened to the point where you had to part your lips to draw in a breath. “Is this what you really believe, sweetie? The fallen angel, scorched by his own sins, sealing his fate away from his brother’s home.”

His eyes narrowed into slits, and you instinctively reached up to wrap your fingers around his wrist, struggling against the pressure crushing your windpipe. “I didn’t think you’d be as naive as them.”

“Sylus…” It was difficult to speak now; tears threatened to spill from your eyes. As if he had just realized the extent of the pressure he was applying, he relaxed his grip slightly, allowing you a precious gulp of air. “He can still forgive you. You just never sought him out.”

“You shouldn’t either, angel.” His thumb crept slowly toward your bottom lip, caressing it with a tenderness that felt foreign to his nature. “Do you forget all the times you sought me out? You've always known where your true home lies—by my side. You were always meant to fall with me. Fall for me.”

“No!” You struggled to squirm away from his grasp, desperate to create some space between you. Nothing was ever easy with him. All he needed to do was utter the right words, the incantation that could undamn you, granting you entry back into Heaven without the mark of eternal sin burning your skin.

He seemed almost pleased to see you after all those centuries apart, still trapped down here, far from the place you both once called home. You had foolishly fallen into his sinful embrace, and in doing so, had condemned yourself. He had welcomed you into his own home, promising you a place beside him on his throne, where you would truly belong—with him.

“Speak the words, damn it!” Your voice was nearly a plea as you struggled against him, but he was growing stronger by the second, and he had no intention of letting you go again.

“You don’t belong with him, sweetie. Don’t you see?” His breathing was calm, almost effortless, as he kept you trapped in his grip. “I would never abandon you like he did.”

“I sinned,” you breathed out, feeling yourself pressed completely against his body as he maneuvered you, forcing your back against the cold surface of the alley wall.

His taut form pressed against yours in all the right ways, his head dipping down to find your pulse point, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes, overwhelmed by a mix of shame and desire.

“Is this a sin, angel?” His teeth grazed your neck, and you instinctively placed your hands on his chest, attempting to push him away. “Your body was made to provide you with pleasure, so tell me… Why is this a sin?”

A whimper escaped your lips as he emphasized his question by sucking on your skin, his hips pressing forward to brush against your abdomen with his slowly hardening erection. The symbol on your wrist felt like it was igniting, the heat intensifying with every movement he made. “Sylus—”

“Shh… You’ve talked enough.” In an instant, his lips were on yours, a surprised gasp escaping you. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, his hands finding their way to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

As you surrendered to the moment, you sensed a shift in your peripheral vision. When you tried to pull away to catch your breath, your eyes widened in awe at the sight transforming before you, your mouth falling open.

Sylus’s carmine eyes began to glow, a tearing sound echoing through the alley as massive black wings unfurled from his back, their feathers cascading down to the ground beside his shoes. Your heart swelled with a mix of awe and longing, unable to recall the last time you had seen him like this.

Your pupils dilated, drinking in the striking transformation. His wings, once the purest of whites, had morphed into a dark, charcoal hue, contrasting sharply with his blood-red eyes. Despite the sharp edges of his new form, he remained what everyone described him as; the most beautiful angel of all.

Before you could fully process the shift in the air, his lips were on you again, his hands roaming down your body with an urgency that took your breath away. You had half a mind to pull away, but the heat radiating from your skin was intoxicating. One of his palms settled against the back of your thigh, lifting it until it wrapped around his waist, granting him access to grind against your clothed cunt.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat, and you swallowed it into the kiss, your own moan echoing softly into the night. His head dipped lower, his mouth closing around your breast, the fabric of your dress quickly becoming damp with his saliva. He seemed ravenous, impatience evident in his every movement as he nipped at the fabric, sending jolts of pleasure through you that made your back arch, pushing your breasts further into his eager mouth.

“Sylus…” you moaned, your voice almost breathless, the night taking a turn you hadn’t anticipated when you first stepped into that colosseum.

“I can feel you soaking through my pants, angel,” he grunted into your chest, his hips driving into you once more. “You came here to ask me to deliver you back to him, yet you’re dripping all over me.”

His tone was possessive and almost feral as he threaded his fingers to the neckline of your dress, pushing it down until it rested beneath your breasts, exposing your skin to his eager lips. He began to lap his tongue over your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

Impatience bubbled within you, your body writhing and squirming against him and the wall as you struggled to make a decision. This was a mistake you had made before, one that had cost you your place in Heaven, yet you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stop when your entire being buzzed with the pleasure only he could provide.

His white locks brushed against your collarbone, a teasing sensation that made you shiver. You seized the opportunity to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer even as you tried to push him away, the conflicting desires overwhelming you.

“Don’t deny me.” Sylus’s voice dripped with lust as he locked his glowing eyes onto yours, then fell to his knees, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He positioned himself perfectly in front of your clothed cunt, his presence filling the narrow alley. “Embrace me."

“I—” You were breathless, your legs trembling as you took in the sight of him, the way his eyes glowed like embers in the darkness and how his wings loomed large behind him, dominating the space. It was impossible to resist him, yet a flicker of resolve still burned within you. “I can’t, Sylus. He—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he growled, his tongue darting out to tease your panties, and you buckled, a scream tearing from your throat as pleasure shot through you, leaving you gasping.

He glided his fingers along your damp underwear, the soft fabric clinging to you as he brought them up to show you how much they glistened with your arousal. “How dare you speak his name when she’s crying for me?”

You felt as if you were burning, heat radiating from every inch of your body as he tore the fabric with one powerful tug, leaving you bare before him. “Let me remind you what it felt like, sweetie.”

His mouth was on your cunt before you could catch your breath, his tongue lapping eagerly at your folds, devouring you like a man starved. “Such a sweet pussy, angel.”

You mewled and moaned in a symphony of pleasure, your senses overlapping until all that existed was the way his teeth grazed your clit and how his mouth enveloped you completely. The warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine as you ground your hips against his face, seeking the delicious friction of his nose against your sensitive bud while he pushed his tongue deep into your welcoming heat.

“Sylus, please…” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, but he did. With a swift motion, he brought one hand up, slipping a finger inside you alongside his tongue. “Ah—Oh my God!”

Just as quickly as his mouth and finger were there, they vanished, and when you tried to protest, a yelp escaped your throat as a sudden stinging heat greeted your pussy. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth when he slapped you again, the sound echoing in the dimly lit alley, your body doubling over as you nearly lost your balance. It was only his wings that moved toward you, enveloping you in a soft, feathery sanctuary, steadying you against the cool, rough wall behind.

The tone of his voice was a stark contrast to the gentle caress of his wings as he spoke, a low growl rumbling from deep within. “Calling out his name when you’re begging for me?”

Your eyes widened in shock as the realization of what you’d done washed over you, and your hands instinctively tangled in Sylus’s silken white locks, guiding his face toward where you craved him most once again. “I’m sorry, Sylus, ‘m so sorry…”

Another sharp slap echoed in the air, and you felt an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure surge through you, making you believe you could reach your peak from that sensation alone.

Your frustration simmered as you watched him rise from the ground, his full height towering over you, but relief flooded you when you saw him begin to tug at his belt, loosening his pants around his hips, though they remained on.

Without thinking, your hands rushed to the fabric, desperate to rid him of it, but Sylus only smacked your hand away. His mouth found your neck once more, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “Do you want me to take you, sweetie?”

“Please—”

“Do you want me to corrupt you like I did back then?” His teeth grazed your delicate skin, igniting a mix of pain and pleasure that made you cry out. “You came to my altar once, and now you can’t seem to get enough, can you?”

You hadn’t realized the tears streaming down your cheeks, a blend of overwhelming emotions and bliss, until Sylus’s tongue lapped beneath your eyes, capturing each drop. With a swift motion, he freed his cock from the confines of his pants, rubbing it against your entrance. “You can trick your foolish heart into believing you hate me. That you want to go back, but deep down, you know I am your home.”

He finished his sentence with one sharp thrust, his cock fully seated inside you. A loud moan escaped your lips, and you could swear someone would come searching the alley, finding you pressed against the wall, Sylus’s cock shattering any remaining sense of sanity you had left.

He set a relentless pace, barely allowing you time to adjust as you felt your walls clench around him, as if he were your lifeline and you were desperate to pull him inside you forever.

“Shit…” His groans came freely, raw and unrestricted, as he continued to fuck you against the wall. “I’ve missed you so much, angel.” He peppered your face with open-mouthed kisses, and your head tilted back, eyes crossing from the overwhelming pleasure.

“I—missed you too, Sy—” You struggled to form coherent words, your thoughts a jumbled mess of moans and whines, until the sound of approaching footsteps jolted you out of your blissful trance. You froze in Sylus’s arms, but your body reacted instinctively, clenching around him in a way that made his rhythm stutter for a moment.

He looked at you with a frown, but as he heard the footsteps, his smirk returned, and he picked up his pace. You gasped when you realized how close someone was, mere steps away from where Sylus was fucking you against the wall. His thrusts grew harder, his wings flaring out and slapping against the ground with the force of his movements.

“Sylus! Someone—” You tried to stifle your moans, but he was so deep that you could feel him pressing against your cervix, his hands gripping your hips with a force that would surely leave marks. “S-someone’s coming-”

No matter how alarming your voice sounded, there was no mistaking the way your walls squeezed his cock with each syllable. His eyes rolled back as he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, whispering against them,

“You’re squeezing me dry, sweetie.” He breathed harder, his hand slipping down to play with your clit, drawing a cry from your lips that you couldn’t contain. “Does it excite you? The thought of someone coming along and seeing you like this?”

Your brain turned to mush under his double assault—his cock filling you completely and his finger teasing your pulsating clit. You struggled to hold onto yourself, but every brush against that sweet spot inside you sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you quivering.

“Do you want someone to catch you bouncing on my cock, angel? A sweet little creature making a mess on the Fallen Angel?” His thrusts became more animalistic, and in the haze of pleasure, you didn’t even notice that no one was nearing your hiding place anymore. Sylus kept pushing your sanity. “If only they knew that my cock was the reason you lost your own wings in the first place."

Your orgasm hit you like a bolt of lightning, your vision going white as you felt your pussy flutter and clench impossibly hard around Sylus’s cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, losing control as his hips retracted slightly before plunging back in, chasing his own sweet release. “Just like that, sweetie, give it all to me.”

Your thighs trembled around him, your body on the brink of surrender as you felt his last vestiges of control shatter.

Ropes of thick come filled you, coating your walls while his wings enveloped your body, sheltering you from anyone who might intrude and keeping you impossibly close. He continued until you were overflowing with his seed, leaking down your joined bodies, creating a mess on both of you, your moans echoing in the silence.

“You feel like Heaven, sweetie. Too bad you won’t be making it back.”

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historical-fashion-polls · 11 days

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If I choose a winning option on one of your polls, it is because I have my finger on the pulse of the historical fashion world. If I choose a losing option, it is because everyone but me just doesn't GET it and they are probably philistines and I am a unique soul, one of a kind. Either way my opinion is always the correct one. 😌

hello my dear and my dear anons! 💕

thank you all for your lovely (and very amusing) messages! ☺️☺️ I hope you don't mind me answering these all at once, but I found this to be a lovely little web-weave of sorts on the subjectivity of personal opinion and its relation to the larger body politic of historical-fashion-polls 🥰🥰

I absolutely loved reading all your thoughts on this, and was trying to come up with a response that I felt summarized and responded to everything, but alas I am in my first full week of phd coursework and my brain is a bit fried 😅😅

nevertheless, please know that I was very amused by everyone's phrasing of their thoughts on the follies of others' poll choices, and I so appreciate you all reaching out because I love to hear about people's experiences of the blog! ☺️💕 it truly is so fascinating to hear everyone's thoughts! 🥰🥰

in that spirit, and in response to the last anon's question, I here present a small poll inquiring about your thoughts when you vote with the majority on one of the polls on the blog – I'd love to know everyone's thoughts and feelings on this! 🥰🥰

#the curator speaks #curatorial correspondences #the curator inquires #long post

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holyfreaks · 4 months

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Sam and Dean Mini Event

Hi! Welcome to the Sam and Dean Mini Event! For my birthday, I decided to make a little event where we can celebrate two of our favorite freaks! Prompts and rules can be found below <3

June 25th

- Ethel Cain

- Cycles / ouroboros

- LGBTQ+

June 26th

- First times / last times

- Motel rooms

- Love like religion / devotion

June 27th

- Growing pains / growing up

- Happy endings

- Family is hell

Rules:

ANY ship is welcomed. No hate or harassment of any kind will be tolerated.

Other characters are welcomed, as long as Sam and/or Dean are featured.

NSFW and dark content are allowed but must be tagged properly.

Please no AI. Any other medium of creation is great! Art, fanfic, edits, web weaves, fanvideos, meta, podfics, etc.

Your creation can feature one or more of the given prompts on each day! Feel free to be specific, abstract, or somewhere in between. I'd love to see your interpretations!

Late submissions are totally fine.

Please either tag me @holyfreaks and/or tag your post with #nepsbday2024 so I can see and reblog what you create!

Have fun!

#nepsbday2024 #spn event #spn events #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn #nep speaks #supernatural #spn bang

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littlemisspascal · 27 days

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Today marks the 3rd anniversary of my fic The Infinity Cube. I can still remember posting the first chapter, hoping at least one person out there liked it, and I can still remember how it felt to reach the end, a feat that wouldn't have been possible without the support of so many kind souls 💗 I wanted to make something for the occasion and having seen so many amazing web weavings out there, I thought I'd give it my best shot 😊

THE INFINITY CUBE: a journey home

Shades of Earth by Beth Revis // I Choose You by Adam Melchor // When Did It Happen? by Mary Oliver // First Love by Jennifer Franklin // The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde // The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons // The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman // 10 a.m Is When You Come To Me by Louise Bourgeois // Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You by Gaby Dunn // Maybe When the Time is Right You Will Find Me Again - K. Tolnoe // We Were Missing the Present by Mahmoud Darwish // Persona (1966) // Matched by Ally Condie // In the Pines by Alice Notley // It Wasn't Love // La Pointe Courte (1955) // "My better half" by Pablo J. Davis // The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller // Bioshock Infinite // Calling a Wolf a Wolf by Kaveh Akbar // Oh It Was Meant to Be - Kate McGahan // Pillow Thoughts by Courtney Peppernell // If My Body Could Speak by Blythe Baird // Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens // Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore // The Blinding Star by Blanca Varela // Wild Spirit, Soft Heart by Butterflies Rising // Finding You by Kesha // Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths // Web weaving about the untold story in you // "Feel like making a deal with the devil?" // A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara // Reborn: Journals ad Notebooks by Susan Sontag // I love you like a rotten dog // Sax Rohmer #1 by The Mountain Goats // The Bubble (2022) // Rabbit Hole (2010) // Beginning with O by Olga Broumas // How many times can the same thing break your heart? // War of the Foxes by Richard Siken // On Death in Heartbreak // Lonely Day by System of A Down // This Road (The Mirror is a Trap) by Poe // Memory for Forgetfulness by Mahmoud Darwish // "Do you think we're soulmates in another universe?" // Radio Silence by Alice Oseman // "In one timeline we kiss" - Elizabeth Hewer // Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar by Cheryl Strayed // Almond Blossoms and Beyond by Mahmoud Darwish // X // The Collected Poems of Alvaro de Campos by Fernando Pessoa // Excerpt from Moony Moonless Sky's 'I am an observer, but not by choice' // @/lookoflove // Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg // "Do you know what it's like to live somewhere that loves you back?" - Danez Smith // Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros // The Chaos of Stars by Kiersten White // Home // You and Me

All Pedro Photos - Pinterest // Reader in my story is physically a blank slate, I just really like the photo of Javi + Gabriela touching foreheads

#marcus pike x reader #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the infinity cube #my poor edit attempt

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animelovelover123 · 5 months

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V's Yandere Alphabet v2.0

Synopsis: An updated and improved version of my original with more content. For those who have read the original, the big changes can be seen in entries L, P, Q, V, X, and Y.

Author's Note: I wrote the original during a troubling time and it resulted in the project taking 6 months and me hatting it by the end. However, after being encouraged by someone asking me if I would write for the other guys and my completionist side being bugged by how the original alphabet was not complete, I went back in and felt more motivated. I actually kind of want to write for the other guys now! Still no promises though.

The yandere alphabet I am using is an edited version of one made by no gender bee on tumblr. I added missing letters, changed some of the letters/descriptions, and altered some of the grammar (like using Canadian spelling).

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for personal entertainment. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault.

Abuse = Could they ever hurt you physically or mentally? What would be the reason?

Physically? No. Mentally, kind of. He would not do it with the intent of causing harm, but some of V’s mental manipulation can hurt. He’ll pull at your heartstrings, saddle you with guilt, and talk in circles to get you to comply with his wishes all while using flowery language to mask the manipulative web he is weaving.

A big one, and the most common form of mental strain he gives you, is when he is desperate for attention and at the end of his rope. He will plead for it, reminding you that neither of you knows how long he has left to live and that he only wants to spend it with you. He does this to show you how much you mean to him, but he is also aware that he is inciting guilt in you. He does not realize how deeply and long it can affect you though until you tell/show him.

Both = You are a Yandere too, what’s their reaction?

V is intrigued and finds it amusing at first. His obsessive tendencies take longer to form, and he also does not believe he will live long so he sees your invasive and manipulative actions as entertaining with no fear of long-term repercussions. Even if you think you are being sneaky, he sees everything you are doing and he enjoys watching your reactions as he either plays along with your schemes or effortlessly evades them.

But once he finds himself falling for you in return, he gets rather depressed. He sees how desperately you want him, yet he knows, no matter how much he wants you as well, that all of your attempts to show your love will be in vain. He’ll try to pull away from you, but the more you chase, the more he wants you.

Then he finds out a way to live longer and his restraints are finally broken. You and he revel in your shared obsession, happily lavishing each other with love and attention. He sees your quirks and views them as romantic gestures. He finds out you have been stealing his things? How it warms his heart to know you want him close at all times even when home alone. Why don’t we move in together darling to save you the trouble? You’ve cancelled his plans with others behind his back? Well, why didn’t you tell him you wanted a night alone? He would love nothing more. You’ve killed a supposed love rival? Snuffing out another's life just because they threatened to take his love, though not necessary as you already have his heart, is such a beautiful display of adoration that he just has to give you a reward~

Crazy = How easy do they enter crazy mode? How do they act when they are in it?

It takes a lot for this man to snap. He is the essence of calm and collected, able to keep his composure in circumstances where most would panic and/or become angry. You could rage at him before walking out the door claiming you will never return, and though he will put up a bit of a fight, he knows deep down that you are just lashing out. After you have time to calm down you will be back in his arms soon enough. Whether by your own means or his, that was yet to be seen. This man could be in the middle of getting arrested and he would comply because he knows that this is not the end. He could easily escape prison and find his way back to you. The only true end is death, and that is what will cause him to snap.

Not his own death per se as that mental break will be directed and contained to himself. If his plan for extended life starts failing, he will fight tooth and nail to survive while rushing through the stages of grief. The most this will affect you is that he will disappear for a while as he tries to find a solution before returning when he realizes there is no hope for him and begs you to stay with him until his last breath.

The true snapping point would be a result of your life almost being lost, particularly if you try to take your own. Knowing or, worse, catching you trying to end your life flips a switch in him. He already had a lot of stress from trying to preserve his own life, but when he realizes that he could lose the primary reason he fought so hard to live all of that effort, panic, and stress gets funneled into caring for you. Now that he perceives a proverbial ticking clock for both of your lives, he will no longer allow a single second to go by without you. He will lock you up in his home and become your caretaker, tying you up so you can’t hurt yourself and taking care of all of your needs himself like feeding you and bathing you. You are his everything, and he will not let a second of both of your possibly short lives not be spent together. (see Kidnapped)

Difference = When can you notice a difference in behaviour in them? What are the first signs that their love for you is unhealthy?

At first V’s yandere tendencies were subdued and easily hidden. For the first couple months of knowing you he was under the belief that he was not long for this world. His body was actively deteriorating and soon he would have to return to Vergil.

But then he found a way that he could continue living as his own person. Maybe through killing and absorbing Urizen’s life force rather than merging with it or by somehow stealing it from others. Either way, there was a chance for him to survive and pursue a relationship with you. That is when he changed and that is when you start noticing his obsession with you.

He won't totally indulge in his attraction to you until he has proof that this lead is viable, but he will suddenly become more affectionate. Where he once kept any compliments and flirtatious remarks shrouded in flowery language so that you could not quite tell if he meant it that way became more direct and regular. The few feet he always put between you two was shorted as much as you would allow.

When he does gain evidence that his plan for a longer life is working, all restraints are off. He immediately goes to you and confesses his love. He may even tell you right then his true origins, why they resulted in him being distant at first, and how now that he has a long life ahead of him he is excited to spend it with you.

Enjoy = Do they enjoy what they’re doing to you, your life and the people around you? Do they show it?

V does worry about how some of his actions affect you. He is a bit of a philosopher type, often getting lost in thoughts or conversations about the deeper meanings and effects things have on people and the world as a whole. He is also introspective so he will occasionally worry himself over what he is doing. This line of thought doesn’t only trigger when you show hints of discomfort or hesitation. You could be perfectly happy, but he is privy to the manipulation and trickery of his that you are falling for. He considers and speculates on how his actions could warp your mind in the long run. And when he pictures the worst-case scenario, he might just guilt himself into admitting to, and apologizing for, a recent misconception he gave you.

He did not say those things with malicious intent, he just wanted to protect you from the cruel world and keep you loving him.

Force = What, if any, kinds of things will they force on you? Isolating from friends and family? Going on dates? Physical affection and/or sexual acts?

If you are a demon, to any extent, V will force you into a contract with him, assuming he is unsuccessful in his initial attempt at convincing you to join willingly. Depending on your battle prowess he will even call you to (relatively easy) fights along with his other familiars. Seeing you in battle is just as beautiful as seeing you dance to him so he will gladly do it as long as the risk of permanent harm is practically nonexistent. No matter how skilled you are in combat though, your primary duty as one of his demons is as a companion. With you being bound to him he can call you to him whenever he wishes to be with you, which is most of the time. He’ll try to offer you space and as much free will as he can, but the more obsessed he becomes the more he will abuse this power over you. One thing to note though is that he will not force you into romantic or sexual acts, even if he technically could through your contract. No matter how much he desired you, he would never hurt you in that way.

Alternatively, say you were a human. He would force you, again assuming you don’t fall for his flowery words, to take on a demon familiar. Not just any demon though. Specifically, he wants you to bond with one of his familiars. If you want more than that that is your prerogative, the more safety you have and empowerment you feel is only a boon, but being partially bonded to one of his familiars is his requirement. He tells you that he wants to keep you safe by giving you access to one, or more, of his demons for protection, and this is true. Though V is their primary master, V will willingly put himself at a disadvantage in battle by allowing you to call one of his familiars for protection. And if you don’t call them V will send them to you. He also advertises the practical benefits of having creatures at your beck and call. One aspect that he does not fully disclose though is how being bonded to a demon under his command also acts as a tracking device for when you try to run. (See Hide)

Gross = What is something they think is really romantic/sweet but is actually horrifying?

He writes letters and notes to you using his blood as ink. Sometimes it is just his signature coloured burgundy, and other times you find whole notes or poems scrawled in thin, inconsistently faded cursive which he delivers to your home or work with a bandaged arm.

He already puts his heart and soul into these letters. To him, offering part of his body with them shows you his complete devotion.

Hide = How easy is it to hide from them?

Depends on if he has bound you to one of his familiars yet.

First, let's assume he hasn't. Then, honestly, it’s pretty easy as he is but one man with not a lot of connections. He can send out his familiars to scan the area for you, but they can not go too far from V. That is only if he works alone though because the few connections he does have are with people who hunt down living creatures as their profession. Sure, hunting a demon is not quite the same as hunting a person down and his friends will initially question why you would run off, but V just has to string together a tail of how you are being influenced by a denizen of hell and that they must find you before it is too late. Sure enough, he will convince the morally just crew of demon hunters to find his love and now half a dozen people are calling in favours and travelling the country looking for you. And when they do find you, even if you try to tell them that you ran away from V willingly, V’s story has already cemented itself in their brains so they will drag you back anyway. A caveat to this plan is that the crew will get more and more suspicious if you run away multiple times and V keeps asking them for their help.

One of the benefits of binding you to one of his demons is that he won't have to risk growing doubt within his friends. With you bound to one of his demons (see Force), no matter where in the world you run V can track your location by getting his familiar to appear around you, scan the area to gather information, and relay it to him. And when he is close enough, the familiar can just pin you down and call out like a siren so V can easily find you.

Improve = Will they be willing to recover from this psychotic state for their lover?

Working off of E for Enjoy, V can find the conviction to be better for you. The problem is that he does not really know how to be better. He has only existed as his own entity for a relatively short time and has no experience with having a healthy relationship. He has only ever had you and the, sometimes maddening, urges to be with you. But because of his overwhelming love for you and the fear that his actions risk harming you, he will work towards being better.

He has to look to healthier relationships, like Nero and Kyrie’s and what little memories of Sparda and Eva’s he retains from Vergil, to understand what they look like and how he himself is failing. And if he can’t make the headway he wishes, being unable to stop himself from telling you subtle lies and trying to monopolize your attention, he will talk to someone about his feelings and urges. He understands that he does not yet really understand how to be human and is not above asking for aid in learning, for his own well-being yes, but mostly for yours.

Justification = Why are they acting like this? When and how did it start?

Upon being created, V knew that he did not have long to live. Soon he would join with Urizen and become Vergil once more. When he first started to fall for you, he knew it would not last due to his minuscule lifespan so would not pursue a romantic relationship. He could not, however, stay away from you. You were like a work of art, so utterly perfect that it was a miracle you even existed in such a cold and cruel world. He tried to accept the brief moments of connection you shared as enough to have him return to Vergil without regrets, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

His body was failing though, crumbling away. Perhaps when he becomes whole again Vergil will be able to be with you. But that would not be the same for you or V, and he knew that.

And then, he found a way to continue living as his own person (See Difference). Now he had a chance to have a life with you. But always lurking in the back of his mind is the fear that this means of sustaining his body and life will fail. He does not know when he will disappear or how quickly it could take him. This is why he needs to always be with you. He doesn’t know how much time he has left and he wants to spend as much of it with you as he can. You understand, don’t you darling?

Kidnap = Are they willing to kidnap you? If so, how will they do it? For how long will they keep you and where?

He will kidnap you if you make the drastic decision to try to end your own life (see Crazy). He has given you the freedom to do what you want, far more than most yanderes would, despite the dangers in the world because he trusted you and himself to keep you safe. But now that even you are a danger to yourself, that shattered any trust V had.

When he finds out what you were trying to do, whether it be through catching you in the act or finding out in the aftermath of a failed attempt, he will bring you to his home. He will tell you, and anyone else privy to your attempt, that he wanted to give you a safe place where you can be monitored, rest, and offer an ear to which you can discuss your feelings and thoughts without judgment. And with him being your partner, if other people knew of your attempt, they would trust him to watch over you and stop you from trying this again. And that was exactly what he would do.

So you spend the night with V in his home where he refuses to leave your side for more than a minute at a time. It was understandable though, right? He was just shaken from what you tried to do. But when you woke up you found your wrists belted together, as were your ankles, and were chained to the bed’s headboard and one of the bed’s end legs respectively.

“My love, you are awake.” V greets as he enters the room, a bowl of oatmeal in his hand. “How wonderful it is to see your beautiful eyes finally open.” You can ask him what is going on, but no matter if you question him in fear, anger, or confusion, he will smile sympathetically as he helps you sit up. “I know this may be a bit frightening my dear, but this is all for your safety. You have somehow come to the heartbreaking and erroneous belief that you should not live and have become a danger to yourself because of it. But worry not, for I love you unconditionally and will care for you in your stead. Now, open up~” He coos as he holds out a spoonful of oatmeal.

V keeps you bound for as long as it takes for him to trust you not to attack him. Still, whenever he leaves the house he chains you to the bed to make sure you don’t try anything. Soon enough he stops going out, instead spending every waking moment coddling you. He feeds you by hand, dresses you, bathes you, and loves you through any bout of emotions, be they positive or negative. You don’t get to step foot outside until after you are knocked out by drugs and discreetly transferred to a new home out in some forest. Once there he will be willing to take you on walks, if you can prove you can behave. Even if you do try to escape though, the forest is enchanted so any human without a demon guide will be lost to endlessly loop through the same areas.

After years of living like this and proving that you don’t intend to leave him or harm yourself, you may just be lucky enough to find out how V was able to keep you locked up and disappear without anyone coming to look for you. You see, your friends and family were devastated when they heard from V that you had killed yourself by running off into a demon nest and letting yourself be eaten. And then it was unfortunate but unsurprising when V, now without the love of his life, spiraled into depression, became a recluse, moved away from the city where he and his love spent their time together, and soon after joined you in the afterlife.

“What a tragic tale, isn’t it dear?” He asks you with a proud smile on his face as he feeds you your lunch.

Lonely = They are feeling lonely but you are busy with something else, what will they do?

V is a patient man. If you are busy with an activity or responsibility, he will wait patiently for you to finish. He has his limits though (See Non-Stop). Also, depending on how urgently the task must be done or the rules regarding it, V would like to get involved.

“What are you doing my songbird? Watching something? May I join you?” “What is that craft you are making? How fascinating… Would you do me the honour of teaching me how to do it?” “What are you so furiously researching love? I would so dearly like to hear all about it, and perhaps I can help you search.”

V wants to learn everything he can about you and be involved with your interests and hobbies. And even if you are doing something that he can not assist in, such as writing a paper for school or work, then he will still insert himself by delivering to you snacks, drinks, messages, or simply his silky voice reading out his poetry to calm you and act as white noise while you focus. As long as it does not harm you or put you in danger, then V wants to support you and uplift you in any way he can.

Moving On = If you die or escape, will they be able to move on? How easy will it be for them?

You are his light, his world, and the number one reason that he fought to stay alive. If you were to leave him, he would be devastated. With you gone so is his will to live, and so he will follow you into the beyond. However, one deciding factor for how he will come to his end is how you met yours. If it was some unforeseen tragedy then he would chase after you into the next world immediately. But if your death was in any way his doing, he would drag out his death. Whether it be through starvation or letting his body deteriorate, whichever was more painful and a fitter punishment for the sins he has committed.

Alternatively, if you were to escape and he could not find you, his will would slowly drain. He would spend more time and energy looking for you and despairing over not being able to find you, he would neglect what he needs to do to stay alive. Slowly his failing body would wither away or, if the option is still available, he may just make a last-ditch effort to become whole again. He knows that death would be an easier option than reforming, but his lingering feelings may unconsciously drive Vergil to keep looking for you and you wouldn’t hide from Vergil, right? Knowing you were at least alive would give V’s broken heart and soul some levity while it rotted away somewhere inside Vergil.

Non-Stop = How clingy will they be when you’re in a relationship? How possessive are they? And how much free space do they give you?

V will give you a great deal more space than most yandere’s. He is fine with you spending time with others, whether he is present or not. He will even allow you to go on multiple-day-long trips, like road trips or vacations, with others. Seeing you happy and hearing you excitedly recount your outings was a joy in it of itself for him. Hearing you talk with exuberance and seeing your radiant smile as you describe the event you attended, the activity you did, and the conversations you had was just enough to make missing you worth it. It also helps that he is an introvert so is more than okay with spending some time for himself.

There is a limit to this though. If you have a job or attend school then he can get by with having you in the morning and evening. He will encourage you and praise you for your hard work before and after each day while enjoying having you all to himself. But if, on top of this, you are going out with friends two or three days a week then he’ll get antsy. He won’t get in the way, but he will get a bit needy and clingy, doing things like wanting to walk you to and from places just to spend more time with you and inviting you on more dates and activities to offset how much you go out with others.

But if others try to take up more of your time than that, V will become a lot more proactive. Suddenly you start ‘forgetting’ your phone in the other room all the time, meaning you miss calls and texts. Your calendar and alarms start messing up more, giving you incorrect times and dates causing you to miss events. V seemingly becomes more worried about your well-being. Do you have a bit of a cough? Feeling warmer than usual? A bit of a headache? Well, then it is best if you stay home. Even if it seems small now, exserting yourself by going out could just make things worse. Besides, the weather report said it might rain. So just rest at home today, V will be there to care for you.

Other = Someone else speaks to or flirts with you, how will they react?

V is usually very confident and trusting of you to not betray him so does not mind when others speak to you. He doesn’t blame the person either because you are a truly fascinating person that V can’t get enough of, so others wanting to get to know you is only logical. Other’s flirting with you is usually a similar story, as he trusted you implicitly. But that does not mean he is always complicit. If you or the person give him a reason to worry, such as you seemingly reciprocating that flirtation or the person overstepping boundaries, then V will act.

It won’t be a full-on assault, physically or verbally, it will be a subtle, insidious poison that he seeps into the bothersome person. Through his words he will gracefully belittle and insult the person while showcasing his superior knowledge and sharp wit. Most of his comments don’t even immodestly register as insults, instead, they will weigh the person down bit by bit until their confidence is but dust in the wind and they realize that they have no chance in besting V in his control over your heart.

Persistent = You have rejected/ignored their first attempts at gaining your attention. How many more times will they try and how quickly will their actions ramp up in intensity?

Before discovering a means of sustaining himself, he will see your rejection or obliviousness to his signs of affection as signs and reminders to not pursue you as it will only end in heartbreak. However, if, after proving to himself that he can indeed survive his once-set expiration date and he confesses to you (See Difference), you somehow misunderstand his confession, perhaps as some kind of bout of manic joy from being able to extend his life, then he will take time to calm down so you know he is being serious and tell you honestly and blatantly. He has already waited for so long, suppressing the calling of his heart and soul, and he will not waste another moment of his life not cherishing and worshiping you as you so deserve.

Questioned = How do they react if someone catches on to their odd behaviour and questions them?

V is calm, composed, levelheaded, and a master at manipulation and the ways of the English language. If someone starts questioning his actions then he can easily lead, twist, loop, and end the conversation like a conductor to an orchestra with the other speaker left satisfied and a bit confused on the topic and point of the conversation.

Risk = How risky will they be with getting rid of rivals?

V has no intention of killing anyone. He loves you and, though you may not see it now, he knows you love him too. But if he really feels the need to dispose of someone, he has to be careful. Not so much because he fears the police or the friends and family of the victim. They could easily be tricked and manipulated into cooperating. It was his own family and friends that posed a problem. Dante, Nero, Kyrie, they would never understand. They don’t understand how deep his love is for you. If they found out he killed someone to protect his relationship with you, they would try to intervene or, worst of all, try to get you away from him. V can’t risk that.

So he carefully plans out his assassination. He can’t use his familiars because there is a chance that as soon as the police/family realize the murder was done by a demon they may call Lady or Dante’s businesses for help and they can spot Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare’s work easily. And a physical altercation, even with the aid of weapons, would cause too much of a scene. So instead, V will kill with discreet methods, such as poison, or a disposable method, such as forming a contract with a demon, sending them out on their elimination mission, and then killing the new demon familiar so it could not be traced back to V.

Sweet = Even when they’re Yandere they can be sweet. What’s their sweet Yandere side?

You are his world, his everything, and he will tell you that often. Every day he tells you and shows you how much he appreciates you and all you do, for him and others. Being able to wake up beside you, spend time with you, and hold you at night is a blessing that he will always cherish, no matter how long you are together.

Type = What type of Yandere are they?

Going off of the Yandere Fandom Wiki’s list, V would mostly be a Manipulative Yandere (Focuses on working a series of situations to prevent losing their love.) with a bit of a Submissive Yandere (Only in love with one specific person and will carry out any task asked of them.).

V has a way with words and with his ability to stay calm and collected no matter the intricate lies he is weaving, he will subtly manipulate you into things like spending more time with him and fending off anyone who seriously threatens your relationship (See Other). He won’t just have you wrapped around his finger, as he will also make others question themselves or change their mind through his poetic, complex, cryptic wording. This can range from telling your family and friends that they should not make you go to some even, claiming things like how tired and stressed you are when in reality he just wants more time alone with you, to even beneficial things like convincing your teachers or boss to treat you better because you are such an amazing student/worker.

There is also little he wouldn’t do for you. He will of course do small things if you ask like taking you to and from appointments no matter the ungodly hour it is happening and taking you on dates to all the places you are interested in. But he will do so much more if only you ask it of him. For example, if you come to him for help, telling him about some person or group that is hurting you somehow, either directly or through association, and ask him to get rid of them, he will.

Unsure = How much trust do they have in you? What happens if you break it?

V trusts you a great deal, more than most yandere. Even when you make small mistakes he will quickly forgive you and assure you that he understands that you are doing your best and don’t truly mean any harm. If you do something drastic though, that is different. There is what will happen if you try to hurt yourself (See Kidnapping), but if you do something like cheat on him he will be devastated. He will blame himself for the most part, assuming he has failed to provide you with the love and affection you desire and is determined to be better. He will follow you without being too pushy, not quite a stalker but he will reappear in your life every couple of weeks to try to win your heart back. And between each meeting, he would work on improving himself in any way he thinks he is failing you, from physical to social to financial. At times he may even consider leaving you be, letting you go free, but he can’t help but be drawn to you. In the end, he would rather give up on life rather than give up on you.

Vexation = What is the one thing that you could do to piss them off or worry them the most?

V does not really get angry, being levelheaded enough to stay calm and give you and himself some space if he is getting frustrated. As for worrying him, the thing that will unsettle and worry him the most is if you suddenly, without plausible reason, start claiming that you love him and saying overly sweet things. If you were to say ‘I love you’ without complete sincerity he would see it as the complete opposite. You must be upset and/or unhappy in some way. Though he does not want to pry, if you keep forcing words of affection out it will eat away at him until he pleads for you to stop and instead tell him what it is that is driving you to hurt him like this.

Welcome = Let’s say they’re Yandere for you but you’ve not had your first meeting. How do they initiate it?

If you two have not officially met but you have caught V’s eye, he will avoid approaching you due to the belief that he will return to Vergil soon. He does not wish to hurt you by charming you and then disappearing, though that does have a romantic air to it. So perhaps he will allow himself to be seen once or twice if the situation requires. For example, if you are attacked by demons he will jump in to save you, maybe take a moment to let his mysterious and alluring aura seep in before disappearing like a masked hero, never truly known but leaving a sense of mysticism. At least this way, when the being known as V does disappear from this world, he will live on in you to a small extent.

If/when he knows that he can prolong his life, he will search for you right away. He’ll want to keep up his dark, mysterious, romantic aura as much as possible to make a good impression. This includes not giving you all the answers right away, slipping into the shadows and reappearing for the first few meets, and not letting you meet the blabbermouth Griffon or the horrific Nightmare, at least not at first. Shadow you may meet because he trusts her to not ruin the moment and may even add to his allure as he has a powerful jungle cat at his whim.

He has read countless poems and stories of romance, and he will use that to his advantage to make your introduction to him as perfect as possible.

Xeric = What is an innocuous thing you do that hits a nerve in their twisted mind and really turns them on?

Whether it is done casually during a time when you are relaxing and holding each other or if he is in the middle of something and your wandering mind leads you to do it, having you lightly trace the patterns of his tattoos sets his body and heart on fire faster then he is able to ask you why you are doing it. Having your fingers delicately glide along his skin has him twisting, arching, and bending into your touch, trembling slightly as soft gasps that sometimes sound more like moans, slip from his lips.

Yearning = They want you but you are already with someone else. How will they win you over/steal you from your current partner?

V will not even try. He is already hesitant to get close to you with his mission of becoming Vergil again. You being in a happy relationship with another offers him a melancholy peace as he knows that once he is gone you will be taken care of. In this circumstance, he will not even bother looking for a way to extend his life and simply complete the task he was created to do.

Zealot = If everything fails, will they be able to kill their partner? For the most part, no. Even if you fight, run, reject, and abandon him over and over he will never be pushed to kill you. The only circumstance in which he would take your life is if you have been irreparably damaged, physically or mentally. If, because of a demon attack, the cruelty of the world infecting you with an incurable disease, or you have lost your mind, if your life is nothing but suffering, he will mercy kill you. And he would follow you soon after, to be able to hold you in the afterlife and watch you be free of this pain.

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WELCOME TO OC VALENTINES CHALLENGE!

Ciao! It's almost that time of year again, when love is in the air and heart-shaped boxes of chocolate are in every gas station, which means it's almost time for the annual oc valentines challenge!

Once again, we begin on the seventh of February and conclude on the 14th. Except from now on the valentines challenges are gonna be a little different: we're going to focus on a certain theme. This year it's tropes, next year it's AUs or prompts. So take a look at the tropes and choose your oc ship it fits to make a graphic, video, web weave, gifset, drabble, aesthetic, playlist, or drawing for!

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Have fun!

Day One: First Love

For the first day of the challenge, we've gotta do first love! Make something for your oc and their first love.

Day Two: Second Chance Romance

For day two, we're looking at the one who got away but came back. This is a ship that we're together at one point, broke up for some reason, and then decided to give their relationship another try.

Day Three: No Second Chances in Romances

On the other hand, just because there was love before doesn't mean there will be love after. This is when you realize the one that got away wasn't "the one" after all. Make something for a ship that were together at one point, broke up for some reason, but decided not to give the relationship another try whether that be because of a new love, unrequited feelings, or any other reason.

Day Four: Friends to Lovers

My personal favorite, when they go from friends to lovers. Their enemies know their worst sides, the heroes know their best, but their friends know both and fall in love with them anyways. Show off an oc ship that were friends before lovers.

Day Five: Enemies to Lovers

There's a thin line between love and hate, and sometimes that line gets crossed. For day four, show us one of your oc ships that this happened to.

Day Six: Almost Love

Sometimes loving someone isn't enough. Whether it's because that love is unrequired, the protagonist is torn apart from their love interest in some way, the ship decide their better off as friends, or they can't get past their differences, we're showing off those couples that could've been but never were.

Day Seven: Forbidden Love

Romeo and Juliet, Maria and Tony, even Coriolanus and Lucy Gray-- all star-crossed lovers who took a chance despite their love being forbidden. Today, we sympathize with those lovers that nobody loves (at least in the canon of their stories).

Day Eight: Give Me Love

Give love to other creators by making them a gift with love by signing up for the valentines ocpotluck challenge!

#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #queerocs #ovc24 #origin post #valentines challenge

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yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 8 months

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Cat and Mouse

A/N: Hey! This is a Peter Parker x Fem!reader this one is based on the 2018 video game version of SpiderMan, cause I had finished the game not too long ago, and I decided to make this. Also I’m not really good at writing out fighting scenes! Hopefully, you still like it! ❤️💙

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!villain!reader

Imagine: (Y/N) is working alone, but like the other villains in the New York, desperately wanting Devils Breath for herself.

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“Hey, Pete.”

“Oh, hey (Y/N). I’m kind of in the middle of something..”

“Looking for this?” (Y/N) asked holding up the red vial of GR-27 or commonly known as ‘Devils Breath.’

“Uh, maybe? Can you hand it over then I’ll tell you?” Peter asked nervously, as she tiptoed towards the edge of the building.

“Come on, you know I’m not going to give it up that easily.” She laughed, as she kept backing up. “You’re gonna have to…”

“Don’t do it..” Peter said almost like a parent scolding their child.

“..Catch me first.” She grins securing the vial on my suit then fall backwards off the edge.

“Aaand she did it.” Peter sighs quickly web-slinging after her. “Come on, (Y/N)! Let’s talk about this!”

“Less talking more swinging, Spider.” She exclaimed, and flew higher up in the sky.

“I need the Devil’s Breath, (Y/N)! That can infect so many people! Just hand it over!”

“You talk way too much.” She says blasting holes in the sides of a couple building, causing chunks of rubble and glass to fall atop of the people below.

Peter quickly swooped in to get move the people out of the way, and it caused him to almost lost sight of (Y/N).

He quickly catches up to her, “This is your final chance! Hand it over or I’m gonna have to get physical!”

“Oh please, you won’t do a thing, but lull someone to sleep with those lame ass one-liners.”

“Hey! Some people really like my one-liners.”

She groans and tries throwing something Pete’s way, but misses and Peter finds an opening. He tackles (Y/N) to the roof of a building and the Devils Breath falls a little ways away, from the both of them.

“Y’know you never were one to play nice.” He says and she rolled her eyes. She pushed Peter off her before bolting for the vial. Peter being quicker shot his web at it and brought it to his hand.

“It’s over, give it up (Y/N).”

“It’s not over, till I say it’s over.” She kicks him in the stomach, causing Peter to drop the vial. She started punching, but Peter swiftly dodges her oncoming punches.

“Come on, you know I can’t hit a lady.” Peter states, “Perfect, then you’ll make sure perfect punching bag.” Peter bobs and weaves, dodging a couple of the hits, but some of the hits to his face and stomach area do land and leave marks and bruises.

Peter then begins to shoot webs at (Y/N)’s hands to hold them down, but she manages to blast through it and stand back up.

They continue to fight, before Pete’s being forced away with a blast from (Y/N). His back hits the railing on the rooftop, causing pain to shoot from his lower back to all different parts of his back.

“Okay, time out. Time out. Maybe we can call a truce, yeah?” Pete says as he slowly gets up. “Maybe we can discuss this over dinner, I make a mean chicken curry..” He says, before realizing that (Y/N) and the Devils Breath are no where to be seen.

‘Damn it.’ Peter holds onto his back as he sits on the edge with his chest against the railing, and his phone started to ring.

‘Yuri..’

“Hey, Yuri.” He said trying not to let Yuri hear that he was clearly in pain. “Did you obtain the GR-27?”

“Spider-Cop has had many, many difficult missions over the years, and this one was no diff-.”

“You could just say, that you lost it.”

“I was getting to that, but when you put it that way. It’s not very fun, is it, Yuri?” Pete replies, before hearing Yuri groan and hang up on him, leaving him badly bruised and dateless.

‘That wasn’t so bad right? At least, I know who has it just gotta find out where she went in one of the most busiest cities. Ever.’

‘No pressure right?’

#x black!reader #spiderman #2018 Spider-Man game #down for the chase #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #yuri watanabe #all inclusive

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ice-sculptures · 1 year

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hey everyone!! so, originally, i wanted to do one of these back when all of y'all were posting your 'follow forever' + favorite blogs lists for new year's eve, but at that point in time i didn't feel like i knew anyone well enough to make a full list. but now, it's been almost nine months (holy shit!!!) since i joined this fandom, and there have been so many people that i've connected with and who have made my experience on here so much fun and so special.

plus...it's my birthday today, so i thought - what better way to celebrate it than to show my immense love & appreciation for all my mutuals, followers friends, and anyone who has ever made my tumblr experience better?

this isn't really in any particular order, and also, i am so so sorry if i forgot anyone. i had to type this out at least six times over the past two months because tumblr kept deleting my progress for some reason, so i'm really sorry if i missed anyone because of it. i recognize the urls of anyone that regularly interacts with my posts, so i promise that if you've ever left nice tags in the reblogs of my gifs or replied to any of my WIPS or tagged me in a gifset or in a tag game or sent me a nice ask or anything at all, really, please know that i think you're wonderful and i love you all so much even if tumblr hates me and decided to erase all of the evidence of it 😅

okay, enough dillydallying!! putting this under a cut so that it doesn't swallow ur dash whole....n here we go :)

@fireplceashes hi jen!! i know i said like. just one paragraph above that this was in no particular order, but i immediately broke the no. 1 rule of law and lied, bc as my very first friend in this fandom you are so undoubtedly so special to me and i'm putting you first just because i Can and no one can stop me. but anyway. where do i even begin with you? you are easily one of the sweetest people i have Ever, ever met - not just on tumblr, but in my real life as well - and i really love talking to you So much. thank you so much for always listening to my rants, and checking up on me, and just generally being there for me. you're just a really soothing person to talk to and i never have to worry about being 'too much' or anything like that when i'm talking to you. and of course - you are also so, so talented, and your gifs are absolutely stunning. they always turn out so beautifully, and i'm so in awe of your editing skills. basically...i'm just Very grateful to have met you, and *mike wheeler voice* all of my other mutuals, they're great, but my fandom experience would not be the same without you ❤️

@basiltonpitch spencer!! i feel the need to echo the first thing i said to you and remind you that i think you're a genius :') fun fact that i haven't told you: when i first found your blog, even before i realized that you were That person who wrote the benvi meta that i loved, the first posts that i saw from you were your beautiful web weavings, and i was immediately like Who is this person??? and Who gave them the permission to stomp all over my heart like this?? wtf?? i just. i love ur brain So so much and i'm so grateful that i get to enjoy your creativity in not one but two of my favorite fandoms (soon to be 3 with 911 maybe?) oh also...this is slightly embarrassing but i've gone back through your blog a few times just so i can read your incredible meta because all of your thoughts are so valuable to me. you are the Only person on this site that i trust to Get devi vishwakumar and one of the biggest reasons why i'm so excited for never have i ever s4 to drop is so that i can experience it alongside you!! and even outside of your creative genius, you are one of my favorite people to talk to bc you're so kind and so supportive and such an absolute sweetheart and i really love hearing everything you have to say. so. um. basically. i am just a Spencer Enthusiast through and through 💖

@padmedala carson!! hello!! first off, i've said this to you a million times, but i want to thank you once again for writing one of my favorite pieces of byler fanfiction. do you know that one post about reading fanfics and having to stop because 'he would not say that?' well, your work is the epitome of reading a fic and feeling wholly satisfied because yes, he would say that - in fact, i would not hesitate for a minute to say that you have the strongest grasp on will and mike's characterization - especially their dynamic together - out of any writer i've met in this entire fandom. like...i enjoy your writing so much that i've read a couple of your pieces for IT despite not having any knowledge of the source material simply because i wanted to experience more of your work. you're also such a deeply kind and supportive person, and you have no idea how much i appreciate every single time you've checked up on me or sent me a sweet message or even just dropped into my inbox to say hello. you make my dash infinitely brighter, and i'm so very glad to know you and have you as a friend on here 💞

@wllbyers dani!! hi!! i have so much to say abt how wonderful you are, and i was struggling w how to articulate this for a while, but then i remembered that you once said to me that you found my presence on the dash comforting, and honestly, that's exactly how i feel about you. forgive me for the awkward metaphor, but seeing you on the dash is like coming home after a long day and having a warm, home-cooked meal. seeing your url and icon always makes me smile, and i'm so grateful that we're mutuals because of how kind, considerate, and utterly genuine you are!! i don't know if i'm describing this right, but you just feel so real, you know? i feel like your personality shines through with every post you make, and i always love seeing it. and i'm sorry if this is weird to say, but your openness and your authenticity about everything going on in your life makes me feel a little bit less alone about my own struggles. also do you remember when you started watching 911 and eventually ended up getting ahead of me, and you tagged each and every one of your posts just so that i wouldn't get spoiled? i know it seems simple, but the sheer fact that you thought of doing that just for me had me melting into a little puddle w my face looking like that one meme of kristen bell. you are just so, so lovely and i'm unbelievably glad we're mutuals 🥰

@willblogger ima i've said this many times before but i absolutely Need to say it again: you are genuinely the funniest person on byler tumblr. i cannot count the number of times that you've made me full-on belly laugh (to the point where my stomach starts to hurt) and completely destroyed my attempts to casually and inconspicuously scroll through tumblr in public places. i dunno how you do it at all but every single thing you say is such an absolute delight and i am always giggling n kicking my feet when i read the tags on all of your posts. the thousands of people on tiktok and twitter copying your jokes could never do it like you. you've also got this deep understanding of the way the text has been written and i really appreciate how your analysis honors the characters as they are instead of trying to make them more palatable them for this fandom. it's just. it's rare to find people that love these characters as they are and understand them as well as you do and i feel very lucky to have found your blog. also this is not related at all but ur plushies are cute as fuck & i love them :) OH!! n thank u sm for being my number one stevebucky enthusiast mutual n partner in rage when it comes to avengers endgame!! can't wait to have a hate party w you (if you'd like) in five days 💗

@willelfanpage SARA HI HELLO do u see me waving at you. this is me holding up a banner screaming abt how much i love you. as the resident fandom cheerleader who gives and gives and gives so much love to everyone she interacts with, you deserve someone cheering YOU back on and that is what i am here to do!! you are so brilliant and you have never made an incorrect post in your life!!! all your fics are wonderful and i've loved reading them!! you are kind, you are smart, you are funny, and you make everyone around you feel so safe and comfortable and welcome here. like. i can't tell you how much i admire how open you are with your kindness and friendship and how you give it so freely to everyone you interact with. i love talking to you so much - whether it's hearing about your life or sharing our ideas with one another or just. venting about anything i want to - and your enthusiasm is utterly infectious and makes me feel more hyped and excited to be in fandom. forgive me for being so sappy on main but i will never not be touched by your endless love for fandom, not only these characters and the works that people make, but for the people around you as well and i hope u know i love u very much too 💞

@jackietaylcrs hii marianne fellow haver of good taste!! i remember you once made a post wondering if your followers would still love you if your stranger posting went down to 0.5% and i wanted to lyk that i definitely would!! i really like reading your commentary on ST and yellowjackets, but even when you're posting about a show that i'm not familiar with, you have this Way of speaking that i find very charming and funny and entertaining, and you bring this inimitable energy to my dash that i doubt i could ever find elsewhere. i like the way you sign off your posts with 'and like i say: brf slt.' i think it’s Neat n it fits you very well. alsooo THANK YOU very very much for being the one to convince me to watch yellowjackets!! people have been telling me to watch it for a long time but in the end it was your posts that made me say, fuck it, and finally watch it. also. um. ur posts abt stephen harrison make me feel very Seen so. thank u. ok bye 💗

@emblazons hello marie my beloved mutual marie!! honestly, out of everything in this post, this message was the hardest to write because i don't even know where to begin with you!! you bring so, so much to this fandom - your thoughtful, entertaining, levelheaded commentary, your stunning gifsets, your logical and witty posts, your incredibly supportive and kind personality, and your endless passion for this show and all that goes into making it, as well as our shared love & enthusiasm for noah schnapp 😅 every time i think you've made the most brilliant observation or put out the most beautiful set, you go and top yourself by finding something new or making an even prettier gifset. if i had to pick one person whose contributions to the fandom enriched my experience of this show? more than anyone, it would be you!! and i could go on and wax poetic about your talent forever (as i have on many, many occasions bc you deserve it 🥰), but i'm gonna end it here by saying that you are a gift to this fandom and one of my absolute favorite people on here, and that i'm beyond grateful to know you.

@mikeandwillel sandy!!!! you are so so smart and your analysis is absolutely incredible. i look forward to each and every one of your analyses because you always find the most clever parallels and your deep dives into each of these characters' arcs are always written with so much care and skill. and of course, i forever have you to thank for writing The ultimate masterpiece (your s4 painting arc analysis) that finally convinced me of byler endgame and thus made my fandom experience so much more relaxing and fun. i also really love & how much you love mike for all that he is -- i feel like it's a little rare in this fandom, so seeing how much you adore his true character and how you Understand him better than anyone else i've ever met makes me really happy. and not to mention, i have no idea how you managed to get so good at gifmaking in such a short amount of time but all your sets are so beautiful!! you're a gem fr 💖

@babygirl-jonathanbyers abbyyyyyy hello!! do you know how much i love seeing you on my dash? i love your pure, unapologetic love for jonathan, jancy, and the byers brothers and it really makes my whole day when i see a post from you appreciating those characters/ships. your moodboards are also So pretty and your presence on my dash is so positive and welcoming. i hope you're doing well on your hiatus rn and i can't wait to see you back on here again 🫂

@elmaxed lumiiiii hi!!!! when i think of you, honestly, the very first word that comes to mind is creative, because you bring so much to this fandom and i'm so grateful for it. i'm obsessed with everything you write because your fics are so lively and fun and make me smile uncontrollably every time i read them, all your headcanons are brilliant and adorable, your moodboards are gorgeous and not to mention, your themes are always so beautiful!! you're just...such a ray of sunshine on my dash and i'm so happy to have followed you 🥰

@mlchaelwheeler sarahhhhh my favorite stonathan pioneer and one of my first mutuals in this fandom!! i think you already know this but your analyses were a huge part of what got me into the byler fandom in the first place and i have never looked back, so thank you for that!! i Love love love ur theories (especially the s5 spec stuff) and i love seeing u in my notifs and reading your lovely and enthusiastic tags on everything you reblog and i love your love for st's OST!! you're a really smart, sweet, and positive person with the best opinions and i am forever rooting for mike to get a sword in s5 just for you 🙏🏼

@bylrndgm dearest elz you have no idea how happy your blog makes me 🥹 you're one of the most talented gifmakers i've ever met, and i always find myself smiling so much whenever i see you've posted something new (especially your byler x TS edits 🥰) because they're always so beautiful!! i've also always felt like your blog and everything you've posted is one of the purest and most expressions of love for mike and will....it's so clear that you love them So much and your blog makes me so happy to be part of this community. you've also always been so sweet to me throughout my entire time in this fandom and you're one of the people that has made me feel most welcome here. also since i never ended up responding to your DM i wanted to say that whatever path you choose, i'm sure that you're going to crush it and i am rooting for your success always 💖

@madcleradin sierra madcleradin byhops finalgirlbyers willcoded!! ok i promise i don't mean this in a weird parasocial way but i kind of admired you from a distance for a while even before we were mutuals just because every single one of your posts that ended up on my dash had me nodding my head and tapping my brain in agreement and clapping for u like this 👏🏼 all of your takes are top tier and i love how passionate you are about everything you talk about!! you're def one of the sweetest, friendliest, and coolest people on byler tumblr and following u has been such a gift ❣

@byclairs hello emily!! your gifs are absolutely stunning and i love following you because i Know i can always count on you to have the most based takes, both on stranger things (especially ur will takes - those keep me sane fr) and on fandom as a whole. also just wanna say that you have the best taste in ships and that you've got a 10/10 banger of a url that always has me mentally giving you a thumbs up whenever i see you on the dash ❤️

@heroesbyler stav!! you're one of the most brilliant analysts on this site and i'm so in awe of all of the incredible theories and analyses you've posted!! i'm obsessed w all of your banger gay mike posts & i'm also both fascinated and disturbed by all of the dots you've connected regarding brenner, henry, & the lab. your posts are so insightful and compelling and you've made me think about so many things that i never would've noticed on first glance. i also love that you're both unflinchingly confident but also insanely kind - a rarity in most fandoms, especially this one, and i love that energy on my dash. i'm very proud to be your grandma (your words not mine -- no i will not let you forget about that 🙏🏼)

@mandycantdecide hiiiii amanda!! i love your blog so much, and even though we don't share all of the same fandoms i love seeing your posts about everything you're interested in because i can always feel your energy and enthusiasm for it no matter what :) in fact, it was actually your posts that made me want to get back into 911, and you have no idea how grateful i am to you for that because being in that fandom is the most fun i've had in a really long time. so thank you, thank you thank you for that, and for generally being so sweet 💕

@howtobecomeadragon ayla!! hello!! i know we don't know each other super well but i Really wanted to let you know how much i appreciate your posts and all of your contributions to this fandom. you were one of my first favorite blogs when i first joined in august and you have no idea how thrilled i was when you followed me back haha 😅 i looooove your theory posts so much and i think your fics are fantastic (and i am Eagerly awaiting the end of come back to me and forgive everything so i can read it). you're also super sweet and kind to everyone around you, and i love seeing you on my dash 💞

@mrperfectlyfinetv hi jake!! as my designated Swiftie Mutual i feel like i should let you know that i don't usually follow taylor swift blogs bc swifties are scary but your gifs are so gorgeous and your takes are so good that i just Had to break my rule and follow you anyway. i really enjoy reading all of your opinions on miss swift even if you are a rep hater asdkjendfcskjflejrf and i adore all of your pretty ST and taylor swift gifsets!! i also love how much you love speak now and you've definitely made me go back and give it a few more listens so that i can appreciate it more & at this point i'm begging taylor to release speak now tv soon just for you 🫶

@magentamee - hi bre :) your art style is absolutely delicious and your writing is so cute and i've always noticed how committed you are to uplifting everyone around you in this fandom. also this is random but your friendship with amanda and @/likegoldintheair is so cute and whenever you guys post about each other i always find myself smiling at how sweet your interactions are. you’re just a person who always brings a smile to my face when i see you on the dash and i want to thank you for that 💗

@paintingformike hi!! i've said this before but i really do think you've always been The strongest soldier in the byler fandom (like, ngl your posts were Carrying byler tumblr for a while there while everyone was still in their debating-over-s5-canon phase). you've always been so levelheaded and astute with your observations, and i've always admired and respected how your posts make it seem so simple and So clear how all of the overarching themes of the show are leading to byler endgame. you've got an incredible way with words and i'm so glad to have you in our fandom 💞

and now for the creatives in this fandom - some incredible gifmakers whose beautiful sets have been the highlight of my dash, some wonderful writers who have ripped my heart out over and over again only to stitch it back together seamlessly just one paragraph later, and brilliant fan artists who are able to capture so much and make me feel the entire spectrum of human emotion with just a few brush strokes:

@sharpesjoy - em!! you're an absolute sweetheart and such a joy to see on my dash. all of your gifs are so gorgeous and so clearly infused with all of the love that you have for everything you watch and i've added several shows to my watchlist because your gifs have made me want to watch them so badly 💞

@heroeddiemunson - kai!! your creations are so beautiful and you have this unique gifmaking style that i'm totally obsessed with!! your colorings and typography are always so pretty and i Love how special and creative your sets are, especially the D&D character sheets. like.....i have no idea how u come up w all these incredible ideas but i'm so very glad u do bc my dash is better for it❣️

@kaliprasad - hi!! your blog is amazing and i'm so glad that i found it bc all your gifs are fantastic and i love them So much. i think your talent is insane tbh, that byers brothers set that you made for me a little while ago is still one of my favorite things i've seen on this whole site, and i love that you love them just as much as i do 🫂

@kingofscoops - no one, and i mean no one, does coloring like you!! all of your sets are so vibrant and bring so much life to my dash & i think the ST fandom is very lucky to have you ❤️

@aliecenthightower - emilia!! your gifs are stunning and i'm completely in love with your song lyric edits. they're all absolutely beautiful and i'm in awe of how perfect and emblematic the lyrics you choose are, like you just Get these characters, y'know?

@mayahawkins - MADDYYYYYYY you are So talented, and believe me when i say that your gifs have been the Biggest inspiration for my own gifmaking journey. all your sets are so pretty & i love everything you make - including your playlists which live rent free in my mind!! but as a reminder i also love following your blog for You and not just your gifs :) you're an incredibly sweet person and ur presence on my dash is utterly invaluable 💗

@padme-amidala - hi erika!! okay, calling you a gifmaker almost feels wrong because that word doesn't feel like enough to encompass how beautiful your work is...all ur ideas are So amazing and you have such a natural eye for color and detail!! it is so clear that you pour so much love into all of your creations, and if i'm being honest, one of the reasons why i am so grateful to be a byler shipper is so that i can appreciate your craft to the fullest. and you're also Such a genuinely kind person that i always look forward to seeing on the dash!! thank you for being so lovely!!

@wiseatom - hi thea!! your writing is the ultimate definition of comfort. when i read ur work, no matter what i'm doing physically, mentally i am in my cozy bed with the fireplace crackling in the corner, surrounded by twinkly lights and warm blankets, sipping hot cocoa bc that is the kind of emotion ur writing invokes ✨

@byeler - irene!! your fics were my introduction to the world of byler fics and i admire you and your writing so very much 💞 i don't know how it's possible for one person to have this much skill and talent, but you do, and i'm so grateful that you've chosen to share it with us. eagerly waiting on a new heavy hopes chapter was one of the highlights of my fandom experience and that fic is a piece of writing that i will always come back to over and over again 🫶

@astrobei - suni i have been reading fics for over a decade now and i have still never encountered a writer that does emotion quite like you do, devastating me with every single fic you put out. i promise i mean this in the best way possible but you're So damn good at capturing all of that heartbreak and pain and inflicting the same agony on your readers, and it would have killed me by now if not for the fact that you're equally good at writing the sweetest fluff that has me melting into a puddle whenever i read 🫂

@hopelessromanfic - lyssaaaa!!! i've been Such a huge fan of landslide ever since you started writing it - it's one of my all time favorite fics in the fandom and i'm obsessed with the storyline and your characterization in all of your fics 😍

@artistaquinterob - hi!! your art style is so ADORABLE and your use of color in your work is stunning and i just adore everything you draw, especially your will and el art and your jargyle art 🥹

@junkoandthediamonds - your character studies are beautiful and i'm obsessed with your byler comics, your gifs and your ST x DC crossovers!!! i love your realistic style so So much and if i worked for the duffers i would 1000000% hire you to draw the official comics because i can't get enough of your work 🥰

@livsmessydoodles - fun fact: last year, when HSMTMTS s3 was airing, i remember seeing your rina art throughout the season and immediately fell in love with your style and your interpretation of the characters, and the same exact thing happened when i saw your ST work, and it wasn't until you followed me that i put the pieces together and realized that you were the same person 😅 your style is So gorgeous and your art just makes me so happy, and trust me when i say that i am mentally wallpapering all of your work to the inside of my brain so i can look at it forever❣️

and of course, a very special shoutout to all of the people that i don't know too well but are still such a comfort to have on tumblr: @miwism @yearninginblue @kittykat940 @robinsnance @jesper-faheyss @bylersheart @usergabby @achingly-shy @wheelersboy @wontbyers @stbyers @will80sbyers @watpoetry @frodohaven 💝

+ to all my other mutuals: tumblr wouldn't let me link your profiles because of some ridiculous limit, but please know that i see all of you and i am hugging you through my screen rn. thank you!! 👍🏼

#WHEW this took me a million years. but it was So worth it <3 #also i'm so pleased w the gif. cause it's me!! it's my icon!!!!#crazy together & purple :)#but anyway. thank u all for existing 💖#myedit #rae.txt #bday

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aylacavebear · 6 months

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The Traveler - Chapter 6 - The Shadowed Abyss

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 5826

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, scary encounters, feelings of dread, despair, giving up.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 6 - The Shadowed Abyss

The stench hit you first, and then there was the lack of light, which took some time to adjust to. Luckily, seeing in the dark was never an issue for you or your kind. The air was thick with an oppressive sense of dread and malice.

The landscape before you was a desolate expanse of twisted, gnarled trees resembling skeletal fingers against the sky. The branches were devoid of leaves, and their trunks were twisted with age and decay. The ground was barren and cracked, with jagged rocks that jutted up from the earth below like broken teeth.

I so don’t want to be here.

You swallowed hard, your ears twitching at the faint sounds in the distance. At first, you weren’t sure if it was creatures or just the branches of the trees. The sounds didn’t seem to be getting any closer, so you hoped it was just the trees.

In the distance, you noticed a more extensive rock formation and decided to head that way. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to connect to this world, as so far, there wasn’t a water source you could locate.

Darkness had never bothered you. Your eyesight was almost better at night than during the day. At least in the darkness, you saw in shades of grey, able to catch even the tiniest of movements within your direct line of sight or your peripherals. Occasionally, you would see something small move behind a rock or tree, but everything else seemed almost frozen in time without movement.

You hoped you could find somewhere safe to hide for now. This place gave off the vibe that horrendous predators were lurking somewhere in the darkness. Off to your left, you could see what reminded you of spider webs, weaved intricately in the branches of numerous trees. The part that worried you most was that you couldn’t locate what had created them.

The dry ground crunched under your shoes, your spear still in hand, as you used it as a walking stick for the moment. From somewhere in the distance behind you, you heard the howl of a dog, but it sounded twisted, carnal, and feral.

You picked up your pace toward the rock formation. You knew better than to run, as it would only draw more attention from things you definitely didn’t want to run into. Lysara had taught you how to breathe when you ran so that you could keep your breathing steady.

More things were moving near the ground, larger than the ones you’d barely seen earlier. They looked similar, though, and you didn’t want to get close to them. You weren’t sure if there was any creature in this world you could trust not to want to eat you.

The howling had diminished. You weren’t sure if it was due to whatever it was pursuing you or if it was going after something else. The spider webs seemed to thin out the closer you got to the rock formation, which looked larger the closer you got.

You slowed back down to a steady walking pace, sheer determination pushing you forward. Being in this world, you felt a sense of dread and despair, and your heart felt like it hurt again. It took everything in you to keep going.

When you reached the edge of the twisted forest of dead trees, you felt like all you wanted to do was sit down and give up. You felt hopelessness begin to set in as you attempted to push forward. The rock formation wasn’t much further.

Just a little further…

You sighed as your entire body felt heavy. Now, you could not fully lift your feet with each step, your eyes attempting to stay focused on the rock formation that felt so far away. You leaned hard on your spear as you pushed on.

Y/N!

Suddenly, you snapped your head up, realizing you had completely stopped moving. That voice in your mind returning you to your current predicament. You blinked several times, clearing the odd fog that had seemed to seep into your mind.

“Dean…” you mumbled out loud.

You took a slow, deep breath and ran to the rock formation. Something about this place had gotten in your head. Then you heard something, almost like the hissing of a cat or several cats. It had that same twisted, carnal sound as the howling from earlier.

This place was dangerous in ways that couldn’t be seen. You quickly realized this, and your mind raced with far too many thoughts the harder you pushed yourself to get to that rock formation. Somehow, it felt safer than being out in the open.

Less than a thousand feet from the rock formation, three pairs of glowing eyes appeared in the shadows ahead, their sinister gleam betraying the presence of the Duststalkers. You weren’t sure how you knew what they were; you just did. Seeing in shades of grey, you noticed their sleek, furred bodies that were the same pitch of black as the entire place was. Had you not had the sight you did, you only would have been able to see their eyes.

Your hand tightened on your spear as you changed your stance to defend yourself. At least there were only three. The first Duststalker lunged forward with a guttural snarl, its claws slashing through the air with deadly intent. Reacting instinctually, you lept to the side, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp claws as you brought your spear down in a swift, calculated arc.

The weapon struck true, piercing the creature’s shadowy hide and soliciting a pained hiss of rage. But before you could deliver a finishing blow, the second Duststalker sprang from the darkness, its jaws snapping hungrily as it launched itself at you.

With lighting reflexes, you twisted away from the snapping jaws, narrowly evading the creature’s attack as you drew the small knife from your belt. With a swift motion, you slashed outward, the blade glinting in the dim light of the barely visible moon as it sliced through the air with deadly precision.

The Duststalker recoiled with a yelp of pain, blood oozing from the shallow wound as it retreated into the shadows. But there was no time to savor your victory, for the third Duststalker emerged from the darkness, its eyes blazing with feral hunger as it lunged toward you with terrifying speed.

Desperation fueled your actions as you braced for the onslaught, your muscles tensing with the effort to defend yourself against the relentless assault of the Duststalkers. With each strike and parry, you fought with the skill and determination Lysara had taught you over the last year, determined to emerge victorious.

Despite your valiant efforts, you did not come out unscathed. Blood trickled from a shallow gash on your arm, and bruises blossomed like dark blooms across your skin where claws had grazed your flesh.

Through sheer force of will and unwavering resolve, you persevere, driving back the Duststalkers with each thrust of your spear and slash of your blade. As the last of the creatures slunk away into the shadows, defeated but not vanquished, you breathed a weary sigh of relief. Your heart was pounding, but it was with adrenaline from the battle.

Though battered and bruised, you knew that you’d be safe at that rock formation. You turned your attention back to it. Dean’s voice still seemed to echo your name in your mind.

I’m not going to die today.

With that thought, you pressed forward, quickly reaching the rock formation. It was massive., rising up from the barren earth like a sentinel of stone. Jagged cliffs and craggy outcroppings loomed ominously against the darkened sky.

At the base, you could see an opening that led through what was probably a labyrinth of passageways and hidden alcoves. Oddly enough, the stone was smooth to the touch, piquing your curiosity. Briefly, you glanced behind you before heading into the passageway.

The further along you walked, the stranger things got. The walls of the passageway were slick with moisture, their surfaces pockmarked with what looked like ancient runes and symbols that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. Almost as if they were guiding you, you walked for what felt like an hour before discovering a hidden chamber nestled deep within the heart of the rock formation.

You looked around in awe, as it was a stark contrast to the world outside. Here, the air was cool and still, and a faint glow of phosphorescent fungi cast eerie shadows upon the walls. In the center of the chamber lay a shallow alcove, its floor carpeted with soft moss and lichen that cushioned your weary feet. Crystals of every hue studded the walls, their radiant light bathing the chamber in a soft, ethereal glow.

With a heavy sigh, you sat down, setting your bag and spear next to you before digging into the pouch still tied to your belt loop. You pulled out a vial before grabbing an old rag from your bag, dipping it into the pool of water, and cleaning your wound. Your entire body was sore, but this needed to be done before you could rest.

After cleaning it, adding the ointment from the vial, and dressing it, you cleaned up and then laid down. Your body and mind were exhausted. This place had taken far more out of you than you had realized, both physically and mentally. Sleep overtook you within minutes.

“I hope she’s okay,” Sammy told his brother from across yet another motel room. “I didn’t mean to scare you awake like that earlier. It was just a nightmare,” Dean replied, still lying on his back on one of the beds. “Can you tell me what happened, in your nightmare?” Sammy asked, sitting down on the edge of his brother’s bed. “I don’t want to scare you,” Dean sighed, turning his head to look at his brother. You went and sat down on the bed across from them. The fact that you couldn’t interact with them hurt deep inside, and you missed them dearly. “I won’t get scared. I promise,” Sammy replied, trying to hide his worry. “Remember that weird movie you watched a few months back? The one with the luck dragon, or something like that, and that big turtle in the swamps?” Dean asked, hoping he would remember. Sammy had to think about that. He’d watched a lot of movies when they were in motel rooms. Then it came to him, “Yeah, The Never-Ending Story. The swamp was where the horse gave up, and the kid lost him and had to watch him sink into the swamp. Why?” “Well, I had a weird dream that Y/N was in a place like that, only it was dead. She was trying to walk to a huge rock, but it was like she started giving up. Then, I saw her just stop, and I woke up screaming her name,” Dean explained. Normally, he never would have told anyone about something like this, but with the times they had both felt that strange feeling from time to time. It was similar to a ghost, but it wasn’t a ghost. “I’m okay, guys, really,” you told them, sighing and wishing you could ease their worry. Although you were also worried about this place you had ended up. Sammy looked from his brother to the floor, “I’m worried about her too. Do you think she’ll ever find her way back here?” he asked quietly. “I don’t know Sammy. But, wherever she is, I hope she’ll be safe and that we’ll get to see her again one day,” he replied as he looked up at the ceiling, missing her just as much as his little brother was. You went over and sat so that you were near both of them, then set a hand on each of them. They shared a look as you spoke, “I really will be okay. And somehow, I’ll find my way back.” You knew they couldn’t hear you, but you had felt the pull of your body beginning to wake up.

I hope I don’t have to stay here long.

Your thoughts wander as you stare up at the ceiling of the cavern. At least the melancholy and despair had mostly dissipated, and you didn’t feel as exhausted as before. This world at least had things to eat, even if you would end up having to hunt it, and this cavern had water. Plus, it seemed safe from the predators roaming the dead forest.

Carefully, you stood up, wincing at how sore you still felt from your earlier encounter. It was time to look around a bit, even if there wasn’t much to see from a distance. Lysara had taught you that closer inspection of things was vital. Brushing yourself off, some of the moss ended up in your hand, as it had been stuck to your shirt. You tilted your head a bit, blinking at it curiously before eating a small amount of it.

The taste was moist, slightly bitter, but also oddly sweet. As you swallowed the small amount, your body felt as though it hurt less than before, and you made a mental note to find out how to keep some of that with you.

As you approached one of the walls, you noticed tiny spiders no bigger than your thumbnail when it wasn’t long. They seemed to live in clusters in the lichen and moss that grew in patches along the walls, ceiling, and floor. These spiders were far from cute, reminding you of something only found in nightmares, but they weren’t aggressive. You smiled a bit, just watching them weave their simple webs, working together to cover a small patch of moss.

Lysara’s words played through your mind again: Pay attention to the small details. It’s the little things that will give you great insight.

“The little things,” you mumbled out loud, leaning a little closer to the spiders.

They didn’t even seem to care that you were standing there watching them as they continued weaving their web. A quiet chuckle left your lips before you moved on when something small caught your attention on the other side of the alcove. It had moved quickly, almost too fast for you to even notice. You squinted a little, focusing on the area where it had been. Then you saw it again, further to the right.

“What the…” you mumbled, tilting your head a bit, utterly curious.

You slowly walked across the alcove, not wanting to scare whatever it was, but also cautious. There were plenty of things in this world that could quickly kill you if you let your guard down. Your ears twitched, hearing soft, melodious chirps that echoed lightly off the walls of the alcove. It, too, didn’t seem to be afraid of you, as it didn’t fly off the closer you got. That’s when you realized it was going after tiny insects that you had missed when you were further away.

Small glowing dots were scattered around the area, and the chirping creature was eating them as it darted about. You sat down on a nearby rock to watch its movements and listen to its chirping, which made you smile a little. There were still beautiful things in this dark, dead, yet dangerous world.

The chirping creature's wings were like gossamer, which surprised you as it landed nearby. It looked delicate with its slender body, which was adorned with soft, iridescent scales that shimmered in the cavern's dim lighting. As it slowly moved its wings, you noticed how they were like translucent membranes that stretched taught over delicate veins, glistening like spun glass.

It truly was a sight to behold. The colors alone were beautiful, ranging from pale blues and greens to subtle shades of lavender and silver. The thing's body was slender and elongated, with delicate antennae that swayed gracefully as it looked about with large, multifaceted eyes.

A sense of peace and tranquility washed over you the longer you watched and listened to the small creature. Whispering Moth, you thought as you tilted your head just a bit, leaning in a little closer, now only a few feet from it. Even in this dark, dead, dangerous place, this little moth gave you hope—hope that you would survive and make it out alive.

You giggled when it jumped up into the air, darted in front of you, hovered for a moment, and then went back to eating more of the bugs. Now, if only that scent you’d been following would come back to lead you to a new place, but that wasn’t the case right now. With another quiet giggle, you headed back to where you had fallen asleep earlier, sitting next to the small pool of water.

Whatever it was about water, it connected you to the world in which you ended up. So, you looked into the small pool of water. What looked like moss was growing along the walls and bed of it. With one hand on the moss near you, you leaned on your arm, your head on your shoulder as you danced your fingers through the water, watching the small ripples as they formed. With most of this place being dangerous and twisted, part of you worried about what sort of powers you would end up with after drinking the water. The powers before had always been realm-specific, and this place scared you.

You took a slow, deep breath before cupping your hands into the water and bringing the liquid to your lips. It was cool and refreshing, but it had an interesting flavor. There was a sweetness to it, reminding you of the tiny bit of moss you’d eaten earlier. After all, it was growing in the pool of water, but you hadn’t thought anything of it. In a way, it reminded you of tea from your home world that your mother used to make to help you sleep.

That was when you began feeling a tingling sensation spread throughout your body, similar to when you ate the moss earlier. The soreness in your muscles began dissipating even more, and your wound hurt far less now. At first, it was mild, with a sense of warmth and relaxation as you slowly lay down on the bed of moss.

The colors around the alcove seemed to intensify as the faint sounds became more vivid and pronounced. However, the effects of the moss quickly began escalating.

“Shit,” you mumbled out loud, realizing what was going on.

You had connected to this realm by drinking the water, realizing quickly that due to drinking from the pool that had the moss growing in it, you were going into a hallucinated state. The only difference with this particular moss was that it would be premonitions of future events that you may or may not be a part of.

The patterns of light mixing with the stationary colors of the rock ceiling of the cavern began blending together in a swirling dance of colors. Your body felt weightless against the soft moss below you as your limbs continued to tingle softly. You had no idea how long you’d been lying there before everything went dark.

You see Sammy sitting at a library table, reading a book with several others scattered around. He’s talking to someone on the phone, but you can’t quite make out who it is. Sammy watches a girl who comes into the library, and then the vision changes.

You aren’t sure where you are. It reminds you of one of the westerns you’d watched with Dean. Slowly you walk toward what you assume is the saloon, seeing two men standing at the bar. They look familiar, but they are older. Their eyes are what you focus on. It’s the brothers, only older. A woman comes and tries to seduce Dean, and you feel an anger inside you’d never felt before when the vision changes again.

Large multicolored mushrooms scatter across the landscape in front of you. The sky is an odd shade of indigo, with two suns in the distance. Above the mushrooms are much taller plants that remind you of sunflowers from Earth, which tower into the sky. There are flying things, traveling from flower to flower, enjoying the nectar within before they fly off.

The vision changes again, and it is nighttime. You’re standing near what looks like an old abandoned town. You can see Bobby to your left. In front of you, though, is a sight that brings tears to your eyes. Dean and Sammy are both kneeling on the ground. Dean’s arms are around Sammy, and he’s heartbroken. You can feel it. That’s when you realize Sammy is dead. Before you can cry out, the vision changes again.

Tears in your eyes and an aching in your heart, you look around. You’re in a forest, and there is a cat-looking creature sitting on a tree branch, and it’s smiling at you. It’s two shades of purple, as it has stripes and large, curious eyes.

Now you are standing in another forest with more huge trees and see the brothers again. They are adults sitting near a small fire, cooking what looks like a small animal. A loud roar can be heard in the distance before the brothers get up to leave. As Dean turns and grabs the cooked animal on a stick, the vision changes again.

By now, your head was spinning. It was all so much to take in, and no time to process any of it before the visions shifted on you. Now, you were floating on a large plant, surrounded by water. The sky shimmered with stars, and the moons shone brightly. Below you in the water, you could see some plants and aquatic animal life that glowed with that same luminescence you’d seen in other worlds. A large creature was swimming toward you when the vision changed again.

Before you could take in your surroundings completely, everything went black. All you could tell was that you were in what looked like a building with no windows. There were bookshelves and tables, and the brothers were there, only older than you were, standing in the archway between two large rooms.

Slowly, your eyes opened. You felt groggy, your vision slightly blurred, and your head was pounding. Don’t drink the water with moss in it. As you rubbed your head and attempted to sit up, the throbbing got worse, so you stayed lying down for now.

“I so don’t want to do that again,” you groaned quietly.

Reaching into the little pouch, you pulled out one of the berries from Lysara’s world, ate it, and waited, hoping it still held its healing properties. You just wanted the pounding in your head to stop.

A small, furry creature hopped onto your chest. You tilted your head as you both stared at each other. Its whiskers twitched, sniffing the air around you. The thing had a long tail and larger hindquarters than its front paws. Its ears were tall and slightly pointed, with tufts of fur on the tips and at their base, near its head. Shadow Shrew. It tilted its head at you, making a slight squeaking sound as it inched closer, sniffing the air.

“Well, aren’t you cute,” you spoke softly.

Slowly, you reached your hand toward it, but it backed up a bit, watching your hand, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Every time you spoke, it tilted its head like it was trying to understand you. Moving even slower than before, you continued getting your hand closer to it. This time, it didn’t shy away. It just watched you. The Shadow Shrew was about the size of your hand. You bit your lip in concentration as you let your finger rub behind its ear. Then you smiled, hearing it make some of the cutest sounds you’d ever heard: wheeking, chutting, and rumbling. You giggled when it bumped your hand with its head, trying to get you to pet it more.

“You’re kinda cute,” you giggled as it made more sounds.

At least the throbbing in your head had subsided, so you slowly sat up, cupping your hand under the little critter. It chutted a bit, then hopped down and out of your hand, sniffing around the pouch on your belt loop.

“Are you hungry?” you asked it.

It looked up at you, then back at the bag, wheeking this time. With a quiet chuckle, you pulled some of the grains out and set them on your knee. The little critter hopped onto your knee and used its front feet to pick up each grain, one at a time, and ate them.

You watched it for a bit before looking around the alcove again, sighing heavily. How much time had passed? You weren’t sure. From where you were, you couldn’t see the sky outside, but you figured this place didn’t have normal day/night cycles, not with how the creatures seemed to be designed. Lysara had taught you that the things living in each world would give you clues to the cycles of the realm.

The little critter partially climbed and partially hopped up you till it was sitting on your shoulder, making you giggle as it sniffed your neck, hair, and ear. It also made all those adorable sounds it had made before, like it was happy.

“Well, I should probably look around some more,” you giggled, rubbing the critter behind its ear again.

You slung your bag over your other shoulder, grabbed your spear, and got up. Looking around the alcove, you headed toward one of the passageways. There was a warmth spreading through your body as you walked. This familiar feeling was just you connecting to the realm, and so far, you weren’t enjoying the abilities you could feel blossoming in you. So far, you couldn’t tell exactly what you could do, but the feeling of the abilities felt just as dark as this world.

With a shaky breath, you continued through the passageway, the runes and makings guiding you again. You felt as though you were traveling deeper into the labyrinth, even if you had no way of knowing for sure. As you came out of the other side of this particular passageway, there was a large, smooth stone that towered above you, a small opening at its base. From where you stood, you could see a faint glow of light as the little critter chittered on your shoulder.

“Wanna go check it out?” you asked it, turning your head and attempting to look at it.

All it did was squeak a bit, but it made you giggle before turning back toward the small opening. One more deep breath before you stepped through the opening. Your eyes went wide in awe and wonder at the site before you. A soft glow of phosphorescent fungi cast an ethereal light upon the walls, illuminating the space with a gentle radiance.

The chamber itself was spacious yet intimate, with smooth stone walls that curved inward to form a domed ceiling overhead. Crystals of every hue stud the walls, their radiant light refracting through the air in a dazzling display of color and brilliance.

At the center of the chamber lies a shallow alcove, its floor carpeted with a soft bed of moss and lichen. From this vantage point, you can see out into the darkness beyond, where the twisted forms of this world stretched toward the sky like ancient sentinels of stone. The site gave you a slight shiver as the critter on your shoulder hid within your hair.

You climbed through a narrow opening in the champer’s wall, which provided you with a glimpse of the outside world, framed by jagged edges of rock that jut out into the darkness like the teeth of a beast. Through this opening, you can observe the shifting shadows and swirling mists of this realm, their moments barely illuminated by the soft glow of the distant stars.

Though you are hidden from the view of the creatures outside, you can sense your connection to this world as if you are a silent observer watching the ebb and flow of life in the darkness. From this vantage point, you can easily survey your surroundings with a stronger sense of clarity and purpose. In your mind, you can feel and sense this realm's subtle rhythms and patterns, allowing you to filter out the fogged energy that had almost killed you before reaching this sanctuary.

As you gaze into the darkness, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, your senses heightened by the beauty and tranquility of your surroundings. You are clearly aware of the dangers that lurk beyond the safety of this place, nestled in the labyrinth. You also know that your journey through this realm is not over yet and that you will find the strength you need to face what lies ahead.

The little critter chittering in your hair pulls you from your thoughts, bringing your attention from the outside back to the alcove you are in.

“It’s okay. I don’t plan on going out there any time soon,” you sigh before heading toward a pool of water.

You knew you had to find water that didn’t have the moss growing in it, or you’d run out of what you had brought from Lysara’s world and have no choice but to face the hallucinated premonitions the tainted water brought.

There were a few other things growing here: small flowers with twisted stems and pointed leaves, black vines covered in thorns with luminescent berry clusters, and a few bushes with deep, dark green leaves in a unique shape. They were serrated and pointed, with a series of shaped, pointed lobes along their edges. They almost reminded you of a spearhead. The bushes were also dotted with deep, dark red berries but were hard, similar to nuts.

As you reached down to touch the leaves, the little Shadow Shrew hopped down your arm, stopped on the back of your hand, and began picking some of the little berries. You chuckled, watching it, slowly moving your hand so it could reach more of them. Then, you carefully turned your hand over, the little critter moving so that it was now sitting in your hand. It made a small pile of berries as you moved your hand around the bush. When it looked up at you, you giggled, then went and sat down on one of the flat rocks.

“Do they taste good?” you asked it through a giggle, watching it begin to eat the berries.

It made more sounds, even seeming to purr a bit, then nudged a berry across the palm of your hand before looking up at you.

“Is that one for me?” you asked, smiling down at it.

Of course, it didn’t say anything back to you. You knew it wouldn’t. Somehow, talking out loud to it just made you feel better. With your other hand, you picked up the berry and examined it carefully before popping it into your mouth.

As you chewed it, its flavor was sweet. The irony of things in this world having a sweet flavor almost made you laugh. The little critter moved more of the berries across your palm, so you ate those, too. For them being so tiny, they were quite filling, and made a mental note to gather some for your pouch. At least now you had a food source, for a little while.

When the critter was done eating, you found a nice little patch of moss and lichen to lay down in. Using your bag as a pillow and your spear lying beside you, you laid down and got comfortable. The little Shadow Shrew snuggled up in the crook of your neck as you lay on your side before sleep found you.

Time passed very differently in this realm. Without the regular time cycle you were used to, you couldn’t tell how much time had passed, nor how long you slept for when you did sleep. The little critter stayed with you while you were in this world. You had even managed to find a small pool of water that didn’t have the moss growing in it. However, if you drank too much of it, it would induce a deep sleep that you were sure lasted at least a day.

When you ventured out of the labyrinth's sanctuary, the things of the darkness were always waiting for you. Each time, the packs of creatures got larger. At first, there were only three, but now there were over ten, and it was too dangerous to go out at all. Even with the abilities this world had given you, it wasn’t enough to get by all of them.

One time, after waking, you noticed the cavern seemed brighter and bustling with the movements of the few critters that lived there. Even the little Shadow Srew was off somewhere, as it wasn’t by your side when you woke.

You stretched and stood up, looking around in awe. All along the walls were beautiful rainbow blooms sprouting from the moss. The Silken Spiders' webs were like anchors for the stems, helping them stand straight, as they would have clearly fallen over with the weight of the flower atop them. When you got close enough, you were utterly surprised at the sight before you.

The Silken Spiders were in the blooms, drinking from the pool of golden nectar at the center of the rainbow blossom. Near your feet was another cluster of flowers. The little Shadow Shrew was there, tipping a flower down for a drink, causing you to giggle. The Whispering Moths were also enjoying the blooms’ nectar, using their tongues to lap up the liquid as they hovered near the flowers.

You dipped your finger into an unoccupied flower, then sucked the nectar off. Before this moment, you’d never felt the sense of peace and tranquility that washed over and through you, and a small smile came to your expression as you closed your eyes. Then, the scent hit you from behind.

Your head snapped around as your heart pounded, then you looked down at the little Shrew as it looked up at you, “I have to go now. I will miss you,” you told it quietly, kneeling down.

The Shrew hopped onto your hand, up your arm, then nuzzled into your neck as it had done so many times before. It was clear that it was going to miss you as well. As a tear slid down your cheek, you set the little Shrew on the ground. Gathering your things and taking a deep breath, you headed out of the cavern, knowing you were about to end up somewhere different the moment you went outside.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 7 - Earth, 2013 Pt. 1 Sneak Peak: You stand in front of both brothers as they stand next to each other in the opening between the library and the war room, “I cannot exist in the same place as myself. I will be back, though. Remember, I’ll be sixteen when I appear and know little to nothing of things to come. Be understanding and not too clingy.” Your tone was soft and gentle as you touched each of their cheeks. You felt their sadness and fear that they weren’t going to see you again for a long time.

“It’s not fair,” Dean sighs.

“Don’t be like that. I will be back. I promise,” you told the two of them, then kissed them each on the cheek.

“Oh, that simply will not do,” Dean snickers, wrapping you in his arms before he kisses you deeply, which you return.

Sam just rolls his eyes, but also chuckles at how his brother is with you. You giggled, finally pulling away from Dean, although he didn’t let you go, “I love you, and always will, no matter how far away I am. I always find my way home, to both of you.”

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milkweedman · 2 years

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So. Turns out the dye in the wool was very much Not Colorfast (and honestly, i should have known better than to assume someone else's dye job was colorfast instead of checking first like i often do). The yarn was blended and spun by me but not dyed. And as you can see from the comparison of the scarf to the warp waste, it's a very different color now. Definitely more saturated than it looks here (i wanted to take a picture while it was sunny but by the time i got out of work the sun had set); very greenish blue.

All of that said, i do really like the new colors. It's more muted and thus something i would actually wear.

My fulling job was not very good; i think i could probably force a finger through the web if i tried pretty hard, so it likely needed another couple hours.

But I really like it as is. It's incredibly soft and has a very pleasing halo, imo. Definitely next-to-skin, and even bearable on my neck despite the stubble (which usually, i can only stand things touching my neck if ive JUST shaved. And its been a few days lol)

It's also long enough to wear as just, a normal scarf ! It shrank mostly in width, and is very nearly as tall as i am, not counting the fringe. I prefer scarves to be at least 1.5x my height, if not twice my height, but one can get away with a 1:1 ratio. Also I think the fringe either needs a lot of help or else should just be cut off. So i still dont know what kind of scarf it will be.

I am also considering brushing it. I've never done that before so that makes me nervous but iirc, it would add to the halo and softness.

Anyway. This is my first handspun weaving project as far as im aware, and im really happy with it and proud of it. Its not done yet and i will take better and more finished pictures in sunlight at some point.

Also: @swords-n-spindles, who asked what the name i finally decided on for my loom is: i've decided to name it Solnyshko (in english, Little Sun or a more true-to-spirit translation would be the affectionate term 'sunshine').

#spinning #handspun yarn #weaving #4 harness floor loom #fulling

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I’m very curious about why Leafs-Oilers SCF would be “Good Hockey”! What would make it Good, and what would make it Good-er than other potential combos?

few reasons

the hockey

stanley cup final is between a good western team and a good eastern team. kind of obvious but that means there are only so many possible combinations of hockey that you can make, and not all of them are interesting to neutral observers!

ok ignoring my obvious leafsguy bias. if i want to watch a stanley cup final i want the two teams facing off to be not only good at hockey but also engagingly good at hockey -- i want excitement! i want goals! i want it to be fairly evenly matched but in a way that brings UP both teams' strengths and potentially also provides highlight-reel Fuckery. some teams, let's be honest, are straight up not fun to watch if they're not Your Guys, or sometimes they will bring other teams down to their level and be less fun. i do not hate the wild but they're nicknamed the mild for a reason, you know?

there are a few teams that are Good but not Fun (carolina) and many many teams that are Fun but not Good (sens). Goodness is fairly easy to quantify, but Funness is a little more nebulous. here is my proposition for the first few Fun Qualities:

at least two stars (super-type, not dallas-type. in roope and robo's case they Are both though), or at least two guys who stand a step above the rest in terms of quality. homoerotic devotion optional but strongly preferred

quality more stemming from Hijinks than Systems. in Systems hockey everyone kind of does the same thing. in Hijinks hockey we get sillay with it

really good and sexy offense. defense optional but strongly preferred

i would like it if they didn't try and kill people on the regular

patrick kane is not there

examples of teams that are Good And Also Fun (imho)

devils (this pisses me off because of how well whatever the fuck they did worked)(that whatever the fuck is tanking, getting lucky, and signing for the underlyings)

stars

oilers (this pisses me off for reasons i can neither name nor describe)

leafs

even if you count on this list not being comprehensive (it isn't), this does not leave us with a lot of options. this is my campaign for leafsoilers though so we forge onward

2. the narrative

i am weaving a web i am webweaving. it is about connor mcdavid. it is about the curse. (you know the one). it is about the fact that the greatest player of our generation was born just outside toronto, a leafs fan born and raised. it is about the fact that on the year another generational legend was set to be picked into the league, that wayne gretzky's original team won the lottery.

the leafs won their own lottery, too, of course. one year later. they missed out on connor by a year and instead took auston matthews, the ovi to connor's sid. the goalscorer to the playmaker. the ferocious competitor to the good humble perfect canadian boy. as sid and ovi were rivals back then, so must mcdavid and matthews be. every cup run either of the older pair had, one of them defeated the other. as above, so below.

3. god damn it, patrick roy

no canadian team has won a cup since patrick roy's montreal canadiens did in 1993. he got humiliated at the forum, cursed out the habs, and ended seventy years of dominance. the league, supplied as it is in significant portion by canadian fans and players, is really pressed about telling this to us at every opportunity. they would goddamn shut up about it as soon as it was canadian on canadian violence in the scf please god.

#asks #long story short: it would break at least part of patrick roy's curse #it might break the leafs' curse #and everyone would shut up about neither canada nor mcdavid having a cup.#well. they Might shut up about mcdavid not having a cup. depending on how the series goes #also it would straight up be entertaining hockey!

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haircut!anon back to yap! (not directly abt haircuts this time but i like the pseudonym.) topic on the board today is-- animal symbolism! reading the most recent snippet my eyes caught on the visual of charles crawling like a dog, which is really in sharp contrast to his typical fanon personification through dominantly herbivores/prey animals (mouse and deer/stag come to mind). (i feel kind of insane typing this out.) feel free to take this idea anywhere you please but like - herbivore-carnivore transition, or was he blood hungry from the start? do you have other strong animal-relational symbolism u associate with girlestappen? is this just a weird fucking question? lol

in reference to this snippet

eee! haircut!anon, i think you may actually live in my brain.

this is all delicious and i have lots to say about it, so bear with me!

i am not immune to the typical charles characterization of prey animal (see: the very elaborate web weave i made about him and deer theory...) but i think that when it's contrasted against his hunger, it really gets interesting.

(section a: CL field-notes)

the biggest thing with charles and what makes his character so compelling is the juxtaposition. he's passionate (and borderline obsessive) about his own performance, and also someone who is quite reserved and considerate of himself and others.

to contextualize this through racing: there is a clear distinguishment between charles on-track and charles off-track—a morbid desire to succeed that is housed within someone who is incredibly caring and attentive, especially towards those he cares about. the fact that charles has kept pretty much all of his friends from childhood (many of whom he karted with, or competed against) speaks volumes to this.

one of my absolute favorite charles characterization/personality quotes comes from his former Team Principal at Prema:

"The first thing that comes to mind when we talk about him is once again his determination, and his almost sickly desire to improve. Whether it was after the first test with us or after the end of the season, he always asked us where he could improve and how he had to do it. It is at the extreme of perfection." — René Rosin (Prema Racing, 2017) via 'Charles as seen by his former team managers' (Charles Leclerc Fans)

i think that above all else, charles' determination is funneled through the consideration of how he can push himself to be perfect. and ultimately, that is the driving force behind his pursuit of desire.

charles is self-described as being non-sentimental, and not particularly religious either. i think a large part of that comes down to how he never falls back on the idea of 'divine fate' or things being out of his hands. yes, there are little rituals he keeps up through racing... memories of his childhood, family, etc. that he carries, but none of them are ever pinned as a reason for either success or failure. ultimately, what happens on track and in competition are direct results of charles, his decisions, and efforts.

the best way i crystalize this for the sake of the narrative is that, to be very one-dimensional about it, charles views his car as a sort of 'phantom limb.' while it is this greater object that is separate from Charles the Person, any mishaps or incidents can ultimately be tied directly back to his direction and control.

charles has this morbid need to reach the pinnacle of what he believes himself to be capable of, and anything that falls short of that is viewed (by him) as a failure. this is primarily evident to me through how, even in the anger of moments where he's crashed or DNF'd, the blame is always directed inwards. he curses himself out, blames his own lack of performance, and even in media interviews afterwards tends to only reference the things that he should have done differently to gauge better results.

to tie this back to ideas of him being ruthless vs. meek, it's not necessarily that charles becomes a different person when he races, but instead that his hunger for perfection comes to the forefront, eclipsing everything else.

(section b: translation to girl!charles)

for girl!charles, i took this greater concept of having hunger eclipse nerves and reservations, and stuffed it into a little guilt-shaped pouch. in order to initially cope with killing and eating people, charles separates her person from her desire, or more-so allows it to be swallowed when necessary.

it is a very transformative thing, being around max. without giving away the entire plot, charles does devolve a bit, or more so gives into her hunger and desire instead of restricting herself. it's mentioned briefly in the snippet i posted, but charles' arc of being a cannibal follows in succession to max's—essentially, max was one first, and charles becomes more ruthless and willing to devour as their relationship progresses.

as killing and eating, especially with max, draw closer and closer to becoming a sacred act, she starts to chase this image of perfection within her own craft. it's something that she wants to be good at, and to do so, she sensationalizes some aspects of it (or maybe romanticizes is a better descriptor... i'm not sure)

the comparison in the drabble was mostly to allude to the animalistic nature of what they're doing, and how charles still makes efforts to try and separate herself from her actions when she eats. Charles the Cannibal and Charles the Girl are two different identities that she carries with her. over time, she starts to realize that the degrees of separation between the two were not as great as she thought, and thus begins her divulsion.

(section c: hunger as an animal)

i'm pretty sure that anything/everything i write will always include animal symbolism, so yes, there's definitely some present within girlestappen. their loyalty and devotion to one another is incredibly dog-like, and evident within the greater narrative of cannibalism and the act of devouring together. lesbians go crazy when a gentle creature bites to protect them.

aside from that, there's also allusions within the individual kills to animals/ideas of predator-and-prey that i haven't yet posted about, and likely won't until i finish the whole fic and publish it (we're 17k in... making moves...)

the one that i will point out now is charles likening the wire that max holds in this snippet to a snake. at this point, charles is still grappling with her attraction to max, and the comparison is intended to a) act as foreshadowing for how the guy she's with is about to die, and b) how his death, and max's actions, are ultimately going to push her to act on that temptation (think serpent in the Garden of Eden)

also... on the herbivore-carnivore topic... i've actually written charles as a vegetarian early on in the story (a decision she initially makes as a means to curb her desire and hunger)... so you nailed it.

this may be incoherent but tldr; charles contains multitudes.

#psychoanalysis on the blog #asks #fic asks #girlestappen #haircut!anon

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trashedork · 2 months

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Garden of Ambition

Note: I wanted to write introduction stories for my Ikemen Villains OCs. First up is Amabel. This is written in first person and visual novel style.

Every woman has a desire for beauty, and I was no exception.

Good looks could create opportunities and give you everything you desire. They could place you in the spotlight.

This has been my goal for as long as I can remember. I wanted to charm everyone and win their love, to bask in the glow of their adoration. But beneath that gentle exterior lay a darker side, a deeper yearning that often went unspoken.

I longed for the admiration of others, that intoxicating thrill of being the center of their universe. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I could captivate hearts and minds with just a glance or a laugh. I would make them fall for me, weaving a web of charm and allure that would ensnare them in my desires.

I reveled in the power I held, the ability to twist their affections to suit my own satisfaction. It was a dance of manipulation and seduction, a game I played with finesse.

Amabel: Thank you for coming, everyone! Please look forward to our next show!

Standing under the dazzling lights of Scala Theatre, I felt like a celebrity, with the audience's eyes on me.

I’m a stage actor, but I have another job as well.

I’m a member of Crown, an imperial command party under the order of Queen Victoria.

—

The morning was sunny and clear, with sunlight streaming through the windows. I was in a good mood, skipping through the halls of Crown Castle. When I walked into the dining area, I noticed Lord Elbert, Sir Alfons, and Liam already seated at the table.

With another skip in my step, I hummed happily and sat down in the empty chair beside Liam, placing my elbows onto the table and my hands on my cheeks.

Amabel: Good morning.

Liam: Morning, Amabel. Seeing your face in the morning always makes me smile.

Amabel: Hehe. Oh, my. Thank you, Liam.

Liam was not only a colleague at Crown Castle but also at Scala. He was a good man who consistently tried to please people. He would do anything for them if they asked. Out of everyone in Crown, he was definitely the most willing to go along with my ideas.

I turned my head towards Lord Elbert and Sir Alfons, who were seated across from me.

Amabel: Good morning, Lord Elbert, Sir Alfons.

Elbert: Good morning.

Lord Elbert spoke in a quiet, stoic voice, then turned to Alfons.

Elbert: Al, is Amabel beautiful?

Alfons: Not as beautiful as you, Elbie.

Elbert: I see…

Margery: Good morning, everyone!

Margery stepped into the dining room with a smile before sitting down in the empty chair that was next to me. She was a few years younger than me and was kind and naive, but being around her was quite fun. As a noblewoman, she had taught me how to play the violin. She joined Crown a few years after I did.

William: My. It's quite lively today.

William strolled into the dining room and settled into a chair. He gracefully poured himself a cup of tea and took a refined sip, looking every bit like royalty.

Shortly after, another girl entered the dining room. She was the Fairytale Keeper, a title that Victor had come up with on the spot when she had arrived at the castle. A few days had passed since she had stumbled upon the murder scene and learned about Crown.

I could tell she was nervous by the way she was gripping her skirt with her hands. I decided to invite her over, smiling.

Amabel: What are you standing there for? Come join us.

Kate: Y-Yes…

She sat down a short distance away from Margery, still nervous and staring at her lap.

I watched her, the smile still on my face.

An innocent young woman like her had entered a den full of villains. It would be interesting to see how this played out. I knew some of the members of Crown would want to lead her astray.

Myself, included.

—

After breakfast, I went outside to water the flowers and plants in the garden using a hose. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over everything, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming petals. As I moved the hose from one plant to another, my mind wandered to “that person.”

Her cruel words and actions still echoed in my thoughts, like a haunting melody that refused to fade. I could almost hear her voice, dripping with disdain, reminding me of my insecurities and failures.

Even so, I wasn’t going to let that affect me. She was out of my life now, a distant memory that I was determined to forget. I had no reason to dwell on her anymore.

I was going to be beautiful.

The most beautiful person in the world.

Nothing and no one could stop me.

If anyone tried to interfere, I would show no mercy. That’s what a villain does.

I had spent too long being the victim of someone else’s cruelty. I was going to rise from the ashes of my past, stronger and more formidable than ever. I would not shy away from confrontation.

As I finished watering the last plant, I stood back to admire my work. The garden was alive, vibrant, and full of potential, just like me. I smiled, a genuine smile that radiated from deep within.

Margery: Miss Amabel! There you are!

I turned around and noticed Margery running towards me, carrying a plate of muffins. She stopped a few inches away from me, grinning widely.

Margery: Would you like a muffin, Miss Amabel? I thought I’d give baking another try and made these. Ellis helped out too, but I think we might have gone a little overboard. Hehe.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a brief moment.

Amabel: Oh, goodness… All right. I’ll have one.

Grabbing a muffin, I took a bite, the sweetness bursting in my mouth right away. While I chewed, a sneaky thought popped into my head. I glanced at Margery with a mischievous smile.

Amabel: You said you were with Ellis, right? Hehe. How romantic. Baking with the person you like.

Margery's cheeks flushed bright red, and she looked down at the ground. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. It was amusing to see her so embarrassed. It was clear she had feelings for Ellis, evident in the way she looked at him. Her expression revealed just how smitten she was.

Honestly, who could blame her? The men in Crown were undeniably handsome.

After a few moments of silence, Margery looked up at me, her face still red.

Margery: W-Well, I’ll let you get back to work now. Bye, Miss Amabel.

Amabel: Hehe. Bye.

I watched her leave, then glanced up at the sky, shielding my eyes with one hand above them for a clearer view. A few clouds drifted lazily across, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of flowers. I took another bite of my muffin and let out a contented sigh.

Life at Crown was wonderful. In fact, it was the best thing that had happened to me since leaving my old home.

If Victor hadn’t shown up that day to tell me I was a Cursed one, I would probably still be stuck in that place full of bad memories. The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine. I remembered the darkness that had enveloped me, the feeling of being trapped in a life that felt like a never-ending cycle of despair.

Victor's presence had been a beacon of hope. His words had been a revelation, a key that unlocked the door to a new life.

The weight of my past had begun to lift, replaced by the thrill of new discoveries and the promise of change.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villains oc #ikevil oc #OC: Amabel Hightower

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