#my stubborn lb

[negrowhat]

This might be the horniest way I've ever been introduced to a main couple...

we're barely 5 minutes in and Sorn already knows what Jun's dick looks and feels like.

[patrice-bergerons]

Current mood is a pinball between me saying please expect nothing act as if we have already lost this so you don't get crushed AND a voice that shouts WE COULD ABSOLUTELY DO IT THOUGH

[tsuzukerukoto]

" ...That's right. Despite it all... "

" Despite it all, I'm still not ready to give up. "

[elizaellwrites]

Did I hire people to move me because I’m a tiny weakling?

Yes.

Is that going to stop me from moving as many boxes as I can before they come?

No.

They charge by the hour and I’ve had a full six days between getting the keys and when they come. So whatever can fit in my car and whatever my weak self can carry on my own is going out (Insert evil laugh here).

[door]

my parents’ dog is staying with us and a thing i always forget about her (courtesy of the haziness of affection from 70 miles away) is that her immediate response to seeing a dog or person or car outside the house that for whatever reason she deems worthy of reaction is to. punch the window. she’s 50 lbs of unyielding hound mix stubbornness and she’s got a jab like you wouldn’t believe. a miracle that any of our windows are intact

freak.

[grwmtogetskinny]

am i crazy or hitting my gw makes me lose my motivation bc my brain stops caring bc i don’t need to ⭐️ve anymore

like it should be the opposite but now that i lost a very stubborn 10 lbs it’s not in me to care

what do i do?

[romcomxdd]

tg coffee orders ig

mav drinks instant coffee. and he can barley cope with anything else, even normal coffee. it’s something about how you can’t get the ratios right, it’s always too milky, stuff like that. he picked it up from goose, who always had instant and mav never understood it, but then he died and it was one of the ways mav wanted to carry on his legacy. but other than that his order is pretty basic, milk and one sugar.

ice says he loves a good long black but he can’t really stand the stuff. when he’s out with people with work he just has to grin and bear it because he’s stubborn like that, but when he’s at home/with mav, he makes a mean cappachino with the frothiest milk you will ever see, two sugars, and a decent covering of chocolate powder.

hangman is probably has cream in his coffee not milk. (my dad does this and it makes me wanna cry/hj) he has a flat white with one sugar, and usually a half strength shot.

mav’s habits of instant coffee rubbed off on rooster, and he hates himself for it. he has like triple the usual amount of coffee stuff, boiling water, no sugar, and the tiniest bit of milk, just enough to stop it from being a lb. when he learnt that his father did it the same way, he probably laughed it off, but it actually made him feel pretty proud of himself. if for some reason their out of instant/going to a caffe, he has a double shot latte with no sugar.

nat just chugs energy drinks left right and centre. it’s a problem but no one can stop her. if she’s having coffee she has a long black/ iced long black, and actually enjoys it. for her it’s either milk and a shit tonne of sugar, or ‘as black as hangman’s soul’ as she puts it.

bob doesn’t drink coffee, and the others respect him immensely for that. the fact that he can get up in the morning and focus WITHOUT any type of caffeine?! unheard of. he does love a good hot chocolate, or if he needs it, a mocha works just as well.

idk please dispute this if u have other ideas :]

[witch-hazels-musings]

Chivalry

warning: princess!reader, knight!character (slight AU* Prince and Princess) | sfw | slight hurt (due to different social statuses, arranged engagements,etc), comfort* (happy ending yayayay) | forbidden love | pre-relationship | character perspective 

citation: *song lyrics - Just for Now, Michael Crean

Knight!Diluc x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Kaeya, Jean - coming soon)

Diluc

He knew every assignment wouldn’t be enjoyable. As much as he’d prefer to be wandering the plains of Teyvat searching for those who would do his Kingdom harm, it wasn’t possible. Still, out of all the knights, out of all the assignments, why did it have to be this one? 

Diluc sighed and did his best not to roll his eyes as he watched the Princess he was sworn to serve finish her discussion with a foreign dignitary. As the eldest of daughters, she was tasked to handle foreign affairs as well as the kingdoms resources while her younger sister and brother were able to be more free in their day to day. The older brother, the Prince in line for the throne was not well liked which made Diluc assume his sister would be the same. She wasn’t. 

Still, Diluc found most of his time was standing off in the corner while meeting after boring meeting was held in the castle. He’d once climbed the coldest mountain in the land and, honestly, that sounded far more enjoyable than listening to another Fontainian talk down to the person whose patience knew no bottom. 

“I understand you are frustrated by the swiftness of our response,” you said, hand moving to rest against the ambassadors arm. Diluc noted how his face flushed at the contact. “I cannot guarantee we will solve each problem, but rest assured I will not let a day go by without checking in and assessing how we can continue our support.” you bowed slightly and smiled. 

ugh, the tediousness of talking to diplomats, Diluc frowned at it all. 

Once the ambassador left, you wandered back to your seat to gather the notes, forms, and other documents you’d ultimately review until passing out in your room. Dark circles were starting to appear under your eyes from all the sleepless nights. He made his way to you, picking up the stack of books before you could. 

“Is your schedule free?” He asked, twisting slightly away from as you tried to grab the items he picked up. You were stubborn, but so was he. 

“Yes,” you said and sighed, “but not for long. The Favonius knights have requested more arms, and the masons require stone for the eastern wall. I didn’t get to these yesterday, so I’d like to attend to them before dinner.” Settling the items in your arms, you did your best to push the hair that continued to brush against your cheek away with puffs of air. It wasn’t working. 

“Do you not think it is better to rest?” If his superiors were around, they would shame him for speaking so directly. ‘Royalty is to be tended to like a fragile flower, otherwise they will be tarnished,’ he could hear his mentor recite all the while forcing the knights in training to hold 40 lbs barrels over their head. 

You looked into his eyes before moving on to appease him. “You always look after me, Sir Ragnvindr. I’m alright,” you smiled but he could see the exhaustion in your expression. A fragile flower, yeah right. “Anyway, I’m sure you’d much rather be beyond the castle walls.” You reached for the books he was holding, “I know being my guard isn’t very exciting, so please don’t let yourself be trapped for my sake. I can manage to make it back to my room without incident.” 

Your hand touched his on accident. Quickly, you pulled back, apologized, then tried again. With a roll of his eyes, he scooped the items in your arms, adding them to his. 

“S-Sir Ragnvindr!” You protested as he made his way to the door. He was much faster due to his long legs. Diluc couldn’t hide his smirk as he heard you rushing after him. It must have been hard to keep up in a dress as decorated as yours. “Please, it’s too much --” he stopped in front of the door only to feel you bump into him. When he twisted to look, he noticed you cupping your mouth and nose. He swore he saw a dab of color on your cheeks. “Sir, I cannot ask you to --” 

“And yet I can ask you to carry all of this?” He cut you off and watched the implication of his words settle in your mind. Diluc wondered if you disliked the rules and expectations of royalty as much as he did. After all, before he was a knight he was a nobleman - he understood the pressure of this world better than most. 

Deflated, defeated, you backed down. “If you insist.” He could tell you hated being doted on. In every interaction he’d seen between you and an attendant, you were always respectful, helpful, and often insisted upon doing the task yourself. At the end of the day, who could deny the eldest princess her request? Well, other than him --- “But as soon as we get back I can --” 

You were cut off by a voice down the hall. If it was possible for the walls to have ears in this castle. 

Diluc watched as you prepared yourself, stepped into the hallway and greeted the stranger. They were one of the Prince’s scribes, and a rather annoying one to boot. Diluc had a bitter taste in his mouth every time he showed his face. There was just something about the way he looked at you ... 

“I was informed you were free,” he said with his head lifted as if to look down on you. 

“That is the case, but ...” 

“Do come with me then. I have work for you to attend to since it seems you cannot get them done without a watchful eye,” he reached for your wrist and Diluc moved before realizing it. With one step, he was in between the both of you but his cold gaze was seen only by one. The man’s hand retreated so quickly it was like Diluc’s proximity had burned him. 

“The Princess has other priorities at this moment.” 

“How dare --” 

“As the Princess’s guard, I am to ensure she can fulfil her duty to the kingdom.  Do you not think the Ambassador of Fontaine would be surprised to find his request delayed yet again because the Princess was pulled to another task?” Diluc stared the man down, commitment unwavering. He heard you start to say something so he stepped further in front of you. 

“How da- I -- I’ll be speaking to your superior,” the man spat before turning on his heels and loudly walked back the way he came. Diluc didn’t move until he was out of sight. 

“Sir Ragnvindr, you didn’t have to go that far,” you expressed as he turned to face you. Your head had dropped, your eyes looked to the floor while your fingers pinched their neighbors. “I will write a letter to Mrs. Gunnhildr explaining the situation.” 

Diluc wasn’t sure why you were looking after him, he was capable of standing up for himself and dealing with whatever punishment might come his way. Besides, it was bound to be far less painful than watching you spend any amount of time with that man. 

Wait ... what?

“Don’t fret over it. Let’s go,” Diluc quickly passed by you, his head shaking to remove his strange thoughts. He heard you catch up to him. From the corner of his eyes he could see you were still unsettled by what had happened. 

“I um - I do want to thank you.” 

“For?” 

“For standing up for me. I - um - As you know it’s hard for me to say no,” you sent him an appeasing, sad smile. “Though I do feel guilty. Perhaps if I -- ah! Sir--” 

Diluc put his hand against your back and pushed you forward just enough so you couldn’t turn around. “Don’t make me carry you too -” The words fell from his mouth so fast he had to snap his lips closed to not say anymore. 

What in Teyvat was coming over him. You riled him up so much-

You let out a hearty laugh and his heart skipped a beat. “Haha! That would be a sight to see,” you covered your mouth but he wished you wouldn’t. “Sir Ragnvindr carrying the Princess through the halls of the castle. Can you imagine?” 

He could imagine. Though the sight wouldn’t be pretty, nor proper, since the only way he’d see that happening is if he tossed you over his shoulder. Nevertheless, he was glad you were laughing at the idea rather than being appalled. Diluc put his hand back on the items he was carrying now that he knew you weren’t going to rush back down the hall. 

For a moment he listened to the sound of your footsteps, to the soft giggles echoing in the hall. Why was the weight of his armor suddenly so noticeable? 

“You can refer to me by my first name,” Diluc said as your laughter started to fade. 

“Oh, but Sir Ragnvindr is so natural to me.” You tapped your chin before turning to look at him as you walked, “Sir Diluc --” 

“Just Diluc is fine,” 

You paused, unsure of what to say. Eventually, you turned to look down the hall, hands returning to hold onto each other. He wasn’t sure what was going on in your mind but, honestly, he wouldn’t have been prepared even if he did.

“Diluc ...” the sound of his name on your tongue nearly made him fall over. Instinctually, he clenched his jaw over and over again. “Um, actually, if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll stick with Sir. Ragnvindr for now ...” you explained in a panic.

Diluc didn’t dare look at you. What expression would he have it he met your gaze? So, he gave a curt nod and a quick, “Alright,” and the two of you made your way down the hall in silence. 

-- 

Every once in a while you’d try to push him away. Though he wasn’t sure if it was because you needed a moment alone or if his wistful gaze toward the window drew too much attention. Out of the two, he’d much prefer you the latter, especially since his other stare was directed at you.

Weeks went by and he settled into a nice routine. It was difficult when he first arrived, but you asked him on several occasions if there was anything you could do to make his stay more comfortable. Even the smallest things; you did your best to get him what he asked.

Diluc didn’t want for much, so your offers were often left unanswered; however, he did notice a steady supply of grape juice in the kitchen when he was sure there hadn’t been before. He only mentioned it once.

At times he'd forget himself. Forget that he needed to hold an expression of disinterest. Forget to pull himself back when he was starting to soften each time his eyes landed on you, each time you stood close by, each time you turned to search for him.

You found him and he could breathe again. 

He was forgetting how very high the wall was between the two of you and every day he spent in your shadow, it became blurrier and blurrier. 

--

“I’m going to win!” You shouted, hair wiping around your face as you pushed forward. The horse you were riding picked up its pace with a flick of the reigns, pushing you past Diluc. How did he end up racing you again? 

You cackled as you passed by and he couldn’t help but be swept up by the noise. With a deep, “hya!” he squeezed his thighs and tapped his horses belly, urging it to increase its speed. It did, and soon he was rushing past you and laughing at the sound of your fading protests. 

When the path began to taper out, Diluc slowed his horse bit by bit until it was at a standstill. He patted its neck and praised it for its hard work while it raised and lowered its head, breathing heavily. Twisting so he could see behind him, he found you making your way toward him and your voice began to cut through the thicket of trees. 

“---er! --eater!!” You reigned your horse in, coming to a soft canter until stopping beside him. Panting, you repeated yourself, “cheater.” 

“I did no such thing,” 

“You did!” Patting the neck of your horse, you moved up beside him, punching him in the leg when you were close enough. 

“Hey-” 

“Cheater--” You pointed at him, making him laugh. Carefully, he took your hand his his and moved it back toward you. 

“Did you forget I’m also a Calvary Captain?” You scrunched your face in protest but quickly relaxed into realization, “Hah, you did!” 

“Shut up--” Diluc laughed, louder than he had in so long. His hand pressed into his stomach and his eyes began to water. “Stop it --” you pleaded, the notes of laughter laced in your request. “You hardly ever talk about yourself. Sorry for not remembering something you told me almost a year ago.” You turned your head away from him, moved your hands to fix the hair that had fallen free from its holding. He found himself looking a little too long at the back of your neck. 

“I don’t mean poke fun,” there was a stick in your hair but you didn’t seem to notice it. “Here,” with expert skill, he dismounted his horse. In a matter of seconds he had the reigns looped around a low hanging branch and had made his way over to you, his hand resting against the horses neck to let it know he was there. The horse bumped his head and he smiled. “Allow me to help,” he said, offering you his hand. 

“Don’t need it,” you replied, fixing your clothes. You were wearing a pair of form fitting pants and a dark green top that pressing against you underneath a warm, cream vest. It was one of the only times he’d seen you not dolled up in what your maids forced you to wear every morning. He liked it. 

Ignoring his hand, you began to dismount but, as he had expected, it’d been a while since you last rode so you weren’t as graceful as he was. Your hand on the saddle slipped but he was there to catch you. 

“Got you,” he reassured you with an arm wrapped around your back, a hand gripping the waist of your pants before pulling you toward him. Your body collided into his chest. The heat of contact, the wave of your perfume, shampoo, crashed into him causing him to stumble backward. He’d caught whiffs before, hints and hypothesized about what it would be like. He never anticipated becoming overcome by it so intensely.  Diluc held you while your toes scraped the ground, arms coiled around his neck for support. 

Let her go -- he told himself but couldn’t do it. 

“S-Sir Ragnvindr ...” your voice was shaky. He set you down and took several steps back, bowing. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, tone even, professional. 

“Mmhm,” he glanced at you. His jaw clenched at the sight of your discomfort. You wouldn’t make eye contact with him, began to wring your hands like you did when you were uneasy. He wondered if his teeth would break by how hard he bit down. Without saying anything, Diluc grabbed the reigns of your horse and brought it over to his. “Um, that ride made me hungry,” you began so he looked back to you, “those trees provide good shade, if you’d like to eat with me? I brought enough for the both of us.” 

“Alright,” he agreed without protest, grabbing the pack off his horse and brining it to the place you pointed to. You quickly laid out the blanket, taking up space near the tree. He was glad you did, it would be much harder for anything to attack you with it at your back. Diluc offered the basket to you which you took and began to put several items on a plate. Soon, you offered one to him.

“I tried to bring things you’d like,” Diluc looked at the plate. He wasn’t planning on eating anything but when he saw several of his favorite items, he changed his mind. 

“I thought you didn’t remember things about me?” He teased, a rare occurrence.

You pursed your lips into a pout before answering, “I can remember some things.” 

“I see.” He popped one of the finger foods into his mouth. The taste wasn’t exactly the way he imagined but it was still good. “Thank you for requesting these, Princess.” 

“Y-You’re welcome,” you replied, making your own plate. “but - um - I made them. So, if they aren’t very good you don’t have to eat them.” 

Diluc looked at you with awe, “you made these?” you nodded, “when did you find the time?” 

Shrugging, you took a bite of your own food. “I had a spare moment. Though it was hard to keep it a surprise when you’re always around.” You stole a peek at him, “Are they good?” 

Diluc felt his lips curl into a smile as he looked at the food on his plate. Now that he gave them a careful eye, he could see they were done by novice hands, “Very,” he told you and ate another. 

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the picnic in quiet peace. Diluc leaned back against another tree, let his body stretch out on the blanket while you maintained your trained posture. Legs bent to your side, back straight. The wind tussled your hair, making it difficult for you to review the paperwork you brought. Of course you’d still be working, even outside of the confines of the castle.

Soon, a soft hum drifted on the breeze. Peeking through half-closed eyes, he watched you sing to yourself. He’d seen you do it times before but, just as you did then, you stopped. “Sorry,” you appologized. 

It was so comfortable, so relaxed that he couldn’t help but close his eyes. The horses were close by that if they sensed anything he could hear their agitation. The woods had been cleared prior to this excursion anyway, he made sure of that - perhaps that’s when you found the time to make him lunch.

Funny, while he was scouting thinking of you, you were thinking of him. The thought made his chest tight. 

“I don’t mind.” 

“It’s not proper.” 

Who told you that? He wondered. “I’m the only one here.” 

“Somehow that doesn’t help,” you chuckled and he swore your cheeks changed color but maybe that was the light passing through the shifting leaves above, “um, do you have any requests?” 

You’d never asked him before. He wasn’t sure what to say. “Your favorite one then?” 

“Okay.” The world grew quiet. As if it were settling to listen to your song. When you began he lifted his arms, folding them behind his head like a pillow, eyes closing again. 

Take me And I will fix you for the night Hold those breaking lights Dreaming past those eyes

feel me  breathe me to the sky ... 

The song was gentle, sad. He’d never heard it before so he paid careful attention to the words.

So scream Your voice it can't be heard To no one else but you So sing as loud as rain And run until you break

Diluc’s brow furrowed at the sound of your trembling voice, at the motion of your hand as it brushed over your eyes. You tried to keep it in but didn't make it. Your hands covered your face as you cried; cried in the wind, cried under the sunshine sky, cried in front of the man who realized, in this moment, he never wanted to see you this way. 

And yes Just for now Just for these small hours You can fall beneath the ground You can break...

...without the pain

You cried, bent over in the shade of the tree and all Diluc could do was watch and wonder why.

--

A few days later he learned the truth. Your brother had convinced the king to accept a proposal for your hand without consulting you. Somehow this was still endorsed, still expected. You were forced to accept it but Diluc couldn’t. 

He rushed through the halls practically burning the tapestries that lined them. He didn’t even wait to knock on the door to your inner chamber, he just opened it, freezing when he found you sitting on the couch as if this were any other day. 

It wasn’t any other day to him. 

He wanted to fight, wanted to yell, wanted to free you from your station. He swore to protect you, to shield you. So how could he let this happen? Diluc was in turmoil - every inch of him was struggling; strangled by the expectations of his duty and his devoted heart. 

When you heard him enter, you looked up from the paperwork on the coffee table, eyes puffy, swollen - how much had you cried today? 

“I wasn’t expecting you, Sir Ragnvindr,” you explained, but the tightness in your throat told him you were suffering. How terrible was this suitor? What archaic laws shackled you to him and not ... 

Diluc made his way toward you. 

“I’m sorry but I’d like some time a-alone,” your voice cracked. He didn’t listen. With ease, he knelt on one knee before you. His eyes searched your face until your red-tinted eyes landed on him. “P-please,” you tried to smile, tried to pretend but he was okay if you didn't. He rested his arm on his knee and touched your fingers. Biting your lip, you looked at him and shook your head. Your breathing became unsteady, tears pooled in your eyes. “I’m alright,” you lied. With every tear-drop you lied. A quite sob escaped your throat so you covered your face with your hands and said the one thing you shouldn’t have, “Diluc --” 

Diluc, going against everything he was taught, everything he swore to uphold, to commit to, opened himself and took you against him. His arms wrapped delicately around you, his hand found the back of your head, fingers weaving in between the strands of your perfectly brushed hair. 

“I’ll fix it,” he vowed, knowing he couldn’t. 

-- 

The following weeks dragged by. Preparations for your engagement were planned. Even though you were in the room when the decisions were made, you gave no opinion on them. Not the flowers, not the dress, not the food which you had little interest in lately. It seemed all you could do was devote yourself to your work and nothing else. 

Diluc lay awake at night thinking about how to solve this problem. What could he do to break off the engagement. Surely he could take drastic actions - what was a life of imprisonment if you could be free? His step-brother told him to be patient, be rational, but his heart refused to let him. He was spiraling, and jealousy was right in the middle of it all. 

Agitated, he lifted himself from his bed and made his way to the door that led to your chambers. On the other side you were sleeping, safe, untouched by anyone. He pressed his forehead against the harsh wood, gripped the doorknob with so much strength he worried it would bend to his will. He wanted to see you, wanted to hold you - to keep you - but you weren’t his. Would never be his. 

Shaking, he pried himself away, threw on a shirt, and made his way down the hall to cool off. 

On the other side of the door, you sat with your knees to your chest, head resting against the wood with eyes flooded in tears as you silently cried in the color of the rising sun. 

--

The day of your suitor arrival had finally come. You did your best to smile, to hold yourself high. You’d practice these skills for so many years but Diluc could tell you were struggling. As you rose from your chair to greet the man who’d soon be your husband, Diluc took a step closer to you hoping to ease your anxiety.

“Your majesty,” he bowed, low and proper. His smile was unsettling, his eyes darted around the room until they landed on you and the flash of excitement Diluc saw in them made him drive his claymore deeper into the ground. “Ah, and my beautiful fiancé,” he took several steps toward you so you extended your hand as far as it could go to create space. Diluc was enraged at how familiar he was; grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to it. Rubbing your arm without a care. The man flashed his eyes to Diluc but Diluc didn’t turn away. 

“Welcome to the Royal Capital, Prince Calmin Velena. I’m sure you are tired from your journey. Please do take --” 

“I am eager to hear of the wedding plans and celebrations, your majesty,” the man interrupted you, his hand still holding yours as he pulled you toward him and the king. Diluc had to restrain himself from cutting that hand off. “Am I to be boarded next to my sweet Princess? I do wish to spend as much time with her as possible,” he glanced back at you and, instinctually, you tried to retreat toward Diluc. 

“Prince Calmin, do understand that while you are in our kingdom, there are certain, etiquettes, that must be followed. You will have your own room in our guest quarters. They are lavishly furnished as you will find.” The King gestured to an attendant who appeared suddenly before the group. With a scoff, the prince released you allowing you to go back to your original spot. Diluc watched how your hand shook as you hid it behind your back.

You can’t protect her if you kill a prince, he reminded himself. 

“Yes of course, then I will retire for now. Until then,” he turned and blew you a kiss before following the attendant out of the grand hall. At which time you collapsed into your chair. 

“Daughter --” The King rose from his seat, moving toward you but before he could continue, your brother got in the way. 

“Father, don’t mind her, we have much to discuss.” The King looked at you and you shot him a desperate look. A pleading, ‘please’ to which he closed his eyes and followed after your brothers persistent pushing. 

When they left, you tried to stand but found your legs unsteady. Diluc noticed, offering you his hand, never taking it away. 

“I feel unwell,” you whispered while other attendants moved about the room. 

“Let’s away for now,” with ease, he pulled his cape around you, blocking you from the eyes of the would-be onlookers. You tucked yourself under his arm, brushing against his hips every once in a while. 

Would this be all he ever had? Fleeting, accidental touches while that rat had the rest of you. The thought made his chest burn, blood boil.

Diluc looked at you, vowing to ensure nothing but his presence could get close. 

--

Every interaction he saw the two of you have made him furious. Prince Calmin was disrespectful to you. He flirted with others in front of you, talked down to you as if you were nothing, second guessed your decisions and even tried to take over your duties. The amount of times you had to quell the fires of the ambassadors because of his stupidity -- it was giving Diluc a headache. 

Complaints were passed to the King but your brother always managed to stop them. Somewhere in the back of Diluc’s mind he suspected foul-play. Why was this man being pushed so hard when - even if he hated to admit it - there were other, better suitors out there. Just what was your brother playing at? 

Diluc did his best to investigate, asked his most trusted to assist him when he couldn’t. The day’s to your wedding were drawing closer so he didn’t dare leave your side. Not while that snake continued to slither his way into places he wasn’t wanted. 

Several nights before the wedding, Diluc heard your voice on the other side of the shared door. You sounded upset. When he went to investigate, he found Prince Calmin pushing his way inside your room. It took all of his strength not to break every bone in his body but - luckily - the prince backed down, running away as fast as he could, and you were able to quell the rage in him by reassuring him you weren't hurt. 

Even still, Diluc spent the rest of that night in front of your door. 

What nightmares would await him in the next few days. What nightmares would befall you that he couldn’t stop. He needed a solution, fast. 

-- 

The day before the wedding came, and while others were celebrating in high spirits, you did your best to keep your mask up. Even though you smiled and acted pleasant, people were noticing that you didn’t stand in the middle of the room like brides often do, didn’t raise your glass to the toasts wishing you well, didn’t react when your fiancé touched you. 

You were like a statue. A commodity. And your faithful knight was forced to watch. 

“Hey there,” a familiar voice broke his concentration. His brother, Kaeya, had slipped into the festivities without an invitation, as customary. 

Diluc stood with his arms crossed in the dark shadows of the grand hall. Eyes locked on your ‘would be husband’ - searching for the slightest movement that would allow him to end his life.

If he hurt you, would the king pardon the knight sworn to protect the princess? He clenched his jaw. 

“Did you find anything?” Diluc asked, desperate. Kaeya could sense it too and let out a sigh. 

“Just tell her you love her.” 

“Kaeya -” 

“Perhaps a kings heart can be swayed by the profession of true lov-” 

“Did you find anything?” Diluc barked, causing Kaeya to throw his hands up. 

“Alright, here,” Kaeya offered a roll of papers to Diluc who snatched them faster than lightning. “You’re senses are always spot on ya know - well, except for where it counts.” 

Diluc read the papers over and over again. When he was done, he looked at Kaeya.

“I’m good, what can I say?” Kaeya shrugged but Diluc was already gone, “I’ll take my thank you in a bottle of wine. Do you hear me??” Kaeya shouted, throwing his hands in the air when he got no reply.

Diluc’s heart pounded as he pushed through the crowd. Nothing was set in stone yet, this was it. The chance to save the love of his life. 

“My king!” He shouted over the crowd, through the music bouncing around the room. He picked up the pace, running. “King!” 

The royal family and its intruder looked toward him. You sat up in your chair - the first sign of life you’d had all evening. The crown on your head slipped but you didn’t fix it. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Your brother stood, the scraping of his chair putting a stall on the noise in the chamber. “How dare you interrupt us!” 

“I apologize king,” Diluc knelt, bowed his head and lifted himself up again before extending the rolled up parchment toward the King. “I will take whatever punishment you decide fitting for my interruption, but first, read this.” Diluc held out the documents but when the Prince tried to snatch them away, Diluc grabbed his wrist and shoved him back. 

“Sir Ragnvindr!” The King stood and the knights in his charge moved out from the shadows. 

“Wait!” You shouted while your brother tried to scramble for the document. Unfortunately, you had a hard time getting any closer as your fiancé yanked you back toward him. 

The parties’ attention turned to the commotion at the royal table. Diluc held his ground even as the threat of drawn weapons drew closer. “I have entrusted you with the safety of my daughter and yet you slander this celebration?” 

“Her safety is my highest priority which is why you must read this!” The prince grabbed the documents before the King could and Diluc felt his heart drop in his chest. 

“What rubbish. Have I not tried to warn you father, this knight has means to harm my precious sister. He must be dealt with -- away with him!” Diluc refrained from drawing his sword, if he did he would look even more like the enemy. 

“Your majesty, please,” Diluc bowed to hide the fear in his eyes but also show he meant no harm. Please -- please hear him -- Hands touched Diluc’s shoulders and began to pull him back. He could hear your shouts and the quieting demands of your soon to be husband. 

I failed 

“Is this true?” 

“Be still.” The King demanded and the room stilled. Diluc’s head shot up, his heart flipping as the king reached for the parchment. The prince did his best to plead, to explain that it was nothing but when the King didn't back down, he reluctantly handed it over. Diluc’s heart pounded, he felt his hands burn as he looked on only to find you still bound by the hands of that man. 

Read faster, be begged.

“Yes, Majesty,” Diluc confirmed. “Take notice of the seal on the last page.” The King flipped to the last page, grimacing at what he saw. When he snapped his head to Prince Calmin the fear in the man’s eyes was clear. 

“Unhand my daughter. Seize him!” 

“W-What?” the prince stuttered, backing up with you in his grip.

Your brother reached for the king's arm but was shoved off. “Father what are you doing!?” 

“Be silent, child.” The King moved toward Prince Calmin who grabbed a knife hidden in his clothes and held it out, while his other hand held tightly onto your hair.

“Back away! G-Got it?? I-I was promised -- you promised me!” Calmin screamed at the prince who was cowering in his chair. The commotion grew as the kings guard closed in but all Diluc saw was the fear in your eyes, and how your trembling hand extend to him. 

“Let her go,” Diluc reached for the table and tossed it out of the way. The thick wood and metal bindings kept it in place as it slid down the steps narrowly avoiding several patrons as it went. He didn’t care about them, he didn’t care about anyone, he only cared about - “I won’t say it again.” 

Diluc’s claymore appeared in his hand, ablaze. The Prince forcefully moved you in between him and the fire but Diluc knew enough about his vision to control every microscopic flame. 

“Get off her!” In an instant, the room was filled with a flash of light. You covered your face as blue and green flames whipped past you, smacking directly into your captor. He screamed, releasing you, shoving you. As you stumbled forward Diluc caught you so you wouldn't fall. 

“What have you done?! You’ll pa-pay for this ---” Calmin screamed, toppling over in pain as flames clung to his skin. Diluc held you against him so you couldn’t see and hoped the sound of his cries wouldn’t linger in your memory forever. 

The king's guard shackled and carried Calmin away. They hauled off the prince as well, who in a state of bumbling cries revealed he had plotted against the kingdom for riches, and a power greater than visions. As long as he got the princess to marry this 'prince'.  It was through this plot the king learned of an uprising to the east, spurred on the by hands of the northern archon. If they had been successful, the kingdoms resources would have been wiped out.

You slid your arms around Diluc, unwilling to let go and placed his hand on your back. he’d thank Kaeya profusely for saving more than he could ever imagine. 

--

As the party goers were escorted out of the hall, and the energy in the room died down, Diluc stewarded you to the balcony for air.  

“You’re shaking,” he commented, removing his cape and draping it over your shoulders. 

“How could he do this ...” you mumbled, “my own brother.” 

“But, y-you saved me --” 

“Power and corruption are one of many slivers of the darkness that plagues this world. I never wished for you to be exposed to them.” Diluc rubbed your arms, called on his vision to warm you as best as he could. He might have saved you from a sham of a marriage but he failed everywhere else. “I am beside myself for what has happened to you,” he lifted your chin, looked at you but wished he could do more. 

This proposal was one of many you'd get. How was he going to survive the next one?

“Did I?” 

You began to speak but the sound of footsteps interrupted you. Diluc took several steps back and bowed. 

“My daughter, how are you?” 

“I’m alright,” you extended your hand toward the King and he pulled you close. Diluc kept his gaze to the ground. 

“You are unharmed?” 

“Yes,” the King breathed a sigh of relief. He took note of the color wrapped around you, turning his attention to the knight at your side. 

“And you, Sir Ragnvindr?” 

“I am fine, King,” he bowed again, missing the expression you sent to him. 

“Good. Then, if you can spare us a moment I’d like to converse with my daughter in private.” 

“Of course,” Diluc excused himself through the balcony door but made sure to keep you in his line of sight.

--

For several days after, Diluc couldn’t get close to you. He was frustrated, annoyed that his duties kept pulling him away. He rarely fought assignments, but this constant distance was making him insubordinate. 

Finally, he was allowed to return to the castle but no matter where he looked he couldn’t find you. Every room he searched was empty, even your chambers had looked unused for days. The pain in his chest began to burn his throat. 

Where were you - what happened to you - why couldn’t he find you

A figure moved in his peripherals, he spun toward it -- 

“Ah, there you are.” The Kings voice shattered his focus. Within seconds, Diluc was kneeling. “Oh, well. Always do dutiful. Please rise, my boy,” the King chuckled and Diluc did as told. 

“Your majesty. How can I be of service?” 

The King made his way to Diluc who’s head had stayed lowered since the King called on him. There was an uncomfortable silence blanketing the scene, he did his best not to fidget. 

“Diluc Ragnvindr,” hearing his full name, Diluc lifted his eyes but kept his head lowered, “You have sworn to protect my eldest daughter, is that true?” 

“Y-Yes your majesty.” 

“Does that also include her heart?” 

Diluc was hesitant, but he straightened to his full height, coming into direct eye contact with the King. “Sir?” 

“I have watched you care for her, help her, protect her, and though there are suitors who do the same there are none whom she looks at the way she does you.” 

Diluc could hardly breathe. 

“Would you protect my daughters heart the same way you have protected her life?” 

“Yes.” Diluc spoke with conviction. Unsure if what he was vowing too was the one thing his heart yearned for. As stupid he was to believe it, he let himself. 

“Then,” the King took Diluc’s hand in his, one resting on the top and the other cupping the bottom, “You have my blessing. Though I should hardly have the authority to give it.” 

“... I ...” 

“Go. She’s waiting on the balcony.” 

Diluc looked toward the doorway. He swallowed, swore his heart was going to break out of his chest and kill him. He loved you. He wasn’t supposed to - told himself he wouldn’t and yet 

he loved you 

“E-Excuse me,” Diluc bowed, slipped free of the Kings embrace and moved toward the one thing he had wanted but was never allowed. 

There you were, standing with your hands on the marble railing. Your back too him, hair fluttering in the wind. The gown you wore was beautiful. Long trains of white with thick red fabric billowing out behind you. 

Diluc called out your name and, slowly, you turned toward him. He didn’t move, you didn’t move. 

“Did you see the king?” You asked and when he nodded you smiled with tears rolling down your cheeks. Diluc walked toward you as if he were in a dream. “What’s your decision? Could you ever love the princess you swore fealty to--” 

Suddenly, he moved faster than he ever had. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you. He’d never known such a feeling as your lips. Never thought warm tears would feel so invigorating against his hands. 

He had you 

He finally had you 

“Marry me,” he professed above your lips. 

“Tomorrow?” You teased but he didn’t protest. If he were allowed, he’d marry you this instant if it meant you could spend one second more as his wife. 

Laughing, with love rushing through his veins, he hoisted you into the air and let you fall against him as you cupped his face and kissed him in the mid-day sun.

“Wherever you go, whatever you do,” he said in between kisses, “I will follow you. I am yours --” 

“And you are mine,” you vowed. 

@sarahslolitaportfolio​ (these are gonna be long soooo i’m making it a series lol) 

[fedup-feild-medic]

Introduction

Hola! I’m Georgia Adonica Jackson, head medic and rookie trainer. The rookies made me start this because they think I’m ‘old’ and need to ‘get with the times.’ Personally, I think I’m just experienced. Anyway, most call me Milagro or Doc. I’m just answering questions I guess

creator of the blog here! Hello, I’m Moss! This blog was inspired by @ghost-askblog, go check them out!

I’m doing this for fun, something to do I’m my free time, literally as anything, nsfw, dead dove, anything. (Minors get out)

Sorry if I don’t answer your ask or answer it quickly. I’m still in school (college medical student) but please don't take it in a bad way.

More cod blogs- @ask-soapmactavish - @ghost-askblog - @ask-gaz - @ask-mactavish - @johnprice-asks - @r3ena-the-genius

IM BACK B*TCHES, SECOND TIMES THE CHARM

Georgia Adonica Jackson

TW: Mentions of traumatic events and smoking

Basic Information:

Age: 28

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 147 lbs (66.7 kg)

Nationality: Cuban

Sexuality: Bisexual (refuses to accept it)

Occupation: Field Medic, Task Force 141

Call Sign: Milagro

Siblings: Maria Maricela Jackson (53), Michael Alejandro Jackson (45)

Look:

Hair Color: Dark auburn

Hair Type: Curly-wavy

Hair Length: Shoulder-length

Eye Color: Green-brown (hazel)

Body Type: Small bust, larger hips and thighs, athletic build

Personality:

Positive: Caring, quick thinker, loyal

Negative: Stubborn, avoidant, forgetful, overworks

Issues: Struggles with accepting her bisexuality, chain smokes to cope, takes medication for emotional struggles (PTSD)

Relationships to COD: Georgia is a medic for Task Force 141, often seen in high-pressure situations tending to her teammates. She can’t land off a plane for shit without tripping… and has a few crushes

[negrowhat]

I absolutely LOVE shots like this but also the bisexual lighting. This was for me!

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

hello cap my dear,

I have a couple of questions and speculations about PN to ask of you :)

numero uno; how does your writing and planning process work? For all writing, but PN in particular is very long - OM too, but that has less holistic story beats and is more character driven - and has a lot of character threads you micro manage very effectively, whether that's off the cuff and you keep it all in your head (you scare me) or an extensive planning doc I'd be curious :3

numero dos; how are you doing :)? May is an evil month i believe

I just saw your art of Juleka saying she'd die for Rose and LB showing their differing reactions and it's making me psychotic. this is the speculation portion

I've been trying to figure out how you're going to make Juleka into, would it be Panthera Blanc? ig it would, and it's almost definitely connected to the guardian bullshit and the power struggle between Ladynoire, or more so the issue of no power struggle because Panthera bends over backwards for LB justifying she must have her reasons for half her shit (which she does! they're just not very good ones when actually said aloud outside the kwami echo chamber) while LB is like... I'm the team leader. I've got the final say.

not due to lack of enforcing that on Panthera's part, but ragh

the intricacies of their relationship genuinely makes me rabid, plus the few and far between insights we get into how Marinette actually thinks in these situations just makes it all the more fucking insane. like it would be one thing if Juleka and her zero self esteem had been letting someone else take the reigns who's normal, but instead it's Marinette who catastrophises and plans everything she can due to anxiety.

and because they're in a vacuum too! Barely anyone sees how they actually interact so nobody can call them out on it's weird, like in the training chapter where the B team see that dissonance? augh

I'm wondering if Rose will be tied into the Panthera Blanc stuff. You know my ass has been impatient for a reveal... well not impatient, I appreciate the restraint in waiting for the right moment thematically so it's more so something I'm looking forward to

i just think she'd be helpful for perspective on how LB treating Panthera like that isn't fair, and it's kind of a little unfair how Panthera keeps letting it happen tho in a different way, they deffo both feed into it

i also miss Rose. she's the goat.

i can't tell if Juleka would even listen to her about how it's an issue, i don't think Marinette would, there's no one to even talk about it with aside from Tikki, but both of them are insanely stubborn.

speaking of, I'm curious if either Luka or Anarka have talked to Juleka much about super heroing. they don't seem the sort to shy away from the topic, but they also seem like they'd respect Juleka wanting to ignore it as much as possible

I would say I can't wait to read how it unfolds, but i'd be lying, I can and will wait patiently because this story is worth that virtue <3

numero uno:

I will admit, panthera early on had little to no plans, as did om. but as panthera went on, stability was natural as it just meant me taking more interest in the plots that already existed in the canon plot and what was there naturally (ladynoire's relationship slowly getting more uneven). once that happened, i took a step back, and i made a doc of my episode order, and what happened outside of regular episode events within those chapters.

as for OM- that ones terrifyingly a lot looser, but the way i mostly did things was write down my "plot important chapters" aka the story arcs and what would happen over their 2-3 chapter run, and then write down simple ideas on filler episodes in between. horribly, a lot of the future om chapters are trapped on ao3 as just drafts, as i used to write directly onto ao3 on my ipad and post from there. ive grown since then and now use docs, but i still suffer from those past decisions LOL

numero dos:

I'm doing good -w- thank you for asking, i got some very nice comments on panthera recently shooing off some spammers for me. i felt very appreciated. other than that, been trying to find some summer jobs and activities to do, and its been a bit harrowing! but nothing i cant handle

speculation portion:

Im so excited to say that Panthera Blanche is NOT going to be the result of the guardian bullshit plot and in fact only another NAIL IN THE COFFIN that cements their doomed friendship as a whole <3 meaning theres only more suffering to come AFTER Blanche is wrapped all nice and happy <3 ! Though; I wanna say, just, as like... I guess a future thing? I want to assure you guys its not a permanent like...... Panthera is gonna have a happy ending? Yknow? And that happy includes them being friends. So... It's just gonna be a very major crash out that makes them stronger yknow? Yknow.

I also miss Rose, I wanna try and keep Blanche under lock and key on whats gonna happen since- well- I want you guys to just enjoy the surprises when it comes out- but I will say I wanna try and avoid how dramatically romantically tied that episode is? Not that its a bad episode, or that those aspects of it are bad, I just think it might be a disservice to Rose actually! I want her to be more of a person than just Julekas girlfriend, even if that means shes less important in certain plots youd expect her in.

It's a process, Im trying to get her out there more but its a bit hard >w<;; shes REALLY interesting though and i have lots of very interesting rose and ladybug conflict in the future ready and loaded

I think Luka and Anarka do try and subtly prod, Luka especially, and while I think Juleka used to be very transparent with Luka- I think as of the latest episode, she's slowly but surely done her best to mention it less and less- only talking about it when it's brought up. Plagg is a very active part of the boat family now! And I intend to write the funny relationship he has with Luka and Anarka, but Panthera? Juleka wants Panthera away from her mother and brother. Its fun.

Cant wait to write more! Next chapter is coming soon! And to whoevers read this far down... here's a sneak peak!!;

“DON’T BULLY HER SHE'S JUST A GIRLBOSS!” Alya shouted, startling several people at the park. Alya had no shame, Juleka however did- considering she shrunk up tight in her jacket. She lowered her head and voice, sneering with an amused but also pained look in her eyes. 

“Alya- Please- Please don't call Panthera Noire a girl boss.” 

“I will,” Alya readjusted her glasses with a smug look on her face, “Everyone does. In fact; 'Panthera Noire is a girl boss' is one of the most popular Paris-Hero related ao3 tags.”

[apriciticreveries]

( cough cough ) officially introducing and revealing her and her final design, zhuli ! ! ( @alien-til-i-stage . . i offer you . . my pookie to add to the list . . also . . @solei-eclipse . . new s40 character drop hey . . maybe she could be friends with jiu and they could bond over being sleep deprived ( lili also sleeps kinda weird . . like in a coffin burial type position haha ) and @aakaneeee, i hope you like her ! : 3 )

( i also apologize again in advance rock ( @rockwgooglyeyes ), she came out looking a lot more dull then expected . . : ‘ )

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but yeagh . . she’s my main girlie for s40 . .

although this is how her appearance canonly is now, her accessories, and hairstyle ( not her uniform though ) aren’t actually set on the one that’s shown in particular ! everyone is free to draw her with different aspects to her appearance ! ( this is mainly due to the actual fact that zhuli often changes her appearance in different elements every day ! )

i won’t reveal too much about her right now, due to the combined facts of how, unlike aurien, i want a lot of her character to be unknown at first, with it being unveiled slowly .

the other reason is that im still figuring out her character and most of her lore . . but i think ill have a chance to ponder, actually find out, and reveal some of her lore if some people ask about it ehehe . .

ill list the profile and other official information down below !

name : zhuli

birth date : 2 / 4 ( aquarius )

age : 20

body : 172 cm ( 5 ‘ 6 ) / 62 kg ( 136 lbs )

affiliation : 40 th anakt garden

likes : [ unknown ]

dislikes : change, gossip, teasing, taunting, loudness, crowds, rudeness, lying ( especially her own ), hypocrisy, failure, bragging, pompousness, complaining, overexaggerating, loneliness

special talent : cataloguing and recording

( don’t mind how her likes aren’t even listed and are one word long while her dislikes are 4 lines long . . )

other notable information :

she actually has a condition called prosopagnosia, or face blindness, where you have trouble identifying and differentiating faces . because of this, she often identifies others with different aspects .

( which she notably first struggled at, being overwhelmed with all the others she would see )

and again,

she’s actually registered in anakt for training to be an announcer . as a result of this, she takes completely different classes then her peers, only sharing a small few . she also has a very different schedule from everyone else .

i imagine there are a few others supposed to be in training as well, but the group arent actually with eachother that much, and rarely see eachother .

because of these combining factors she is often isolated from the others, and known as a bit of a mystery to her classmates .

although she wants not to be, she’s extremely disconnected from her peers . when she does interact with others ( as rare as it is ), she often faces them with a reserved and aloof attitude .

though id say that so far, she is a generally quiet, reserved, sensitive ( which she refuses to show since she views it as a vulnerable and weak trait ), stubborn, and short tempered, but softhearted and gentle once you get to know her a lot more . i think the first established relationship for her so far, would be with atlas !

her guardian is named guardian qiran, who was gifted zhuli .

that’s all for now ehehehe

( please let me know on your and potentially your other character’s thoughts on my pookie . . everyone’s also free to ask questions about her, and others on this account, but i will make a side account for my 3 girlies in s40 soon though hehe

and random fact : i actually was planning on just making lili have normal skin, but the more I looked at it, the more she looked uncannily related to solei . . so i reverted it back to what i planned before .

and another fact . . since para motivated me to actually watch spirited away again, i was actually planning to make a character based off no - face .

before realizing that i unintentionally might have made aurien with a LOT of his traits already . . now i might draw auri as no - face . . ( or atleast with an appearance more similar to his ) spirited away au with maybe lang ( @pwippy / @its-langgg ) as haku, solei as chihiro, and aurien as no face . . or maybe swap auri and lang i don’t know . . )

( side note : is it me or do maya ( @cloverandstuff ), zhuli, yumi, and all kioku look vaguely related . . )

edit : oops she came out a bit like kyo ( @bluemoonscape) didn’t she

[hyper-coasters]

Announcement - Hiatus

Hi, I'm Logan, I am 22 years old trans man living in FL. I have become a full-time caretaker for my 55 year old disabled father after a major vehicle accident. My mother recently had open heart surgery, and I spent a month with her for preparation and recovery. My parents are not together, and actually live about 1.5 hours apart. I also lost my job about a month after the major hurricanes that hit central FL in 2024. I had missed the major Christmas time hiring, and much if central FL was still struggling as well at that point. Then come 2025, I began caring for my father more and more, though we lived apart. Then my mother had her heart attack, and I left to care for her. Then my father was in his accident. He was on a motorcycle on the highway, and collided with a semi truck and another vehicle. Both vehicles going 60-70 mph. This was also while he was on the other side of the state from me, outside of Orlando. His hospital was a 3.5-4 hour drive away from me, when I was unable to have a vehicle - also damaged during the hurricanes.

I have not been able to go to any parks nearly as much as I would have liked. I have some other photography from other events, or other things I happened to pass by and like. But I wasn't sure if anyone would be interested. Quite honestly, this is the most actively popular blog I have ever ran, and it was honestly really overwhelming at times. Between dealing with two stubborn adults who have traumatized me greatly(though we are working on forgiveness), and struggling with the rising cost of groceries, indurance issues, ambulance bill (note to other americans: turns out public insurance doesn't cover ambulance rides. glad i never needed one.), and other pop-up issues that love to rear their heads when youre already stretched thin, making all the appointments for them and myself, travel, I've just honestly been too exhausted to even look at the amount of notifications I have. It makes me worried I have upset people by disappearing. It makes me disappointed in myself because I have a ton of things in my drafts that just need to be tagged but i cant make myself do it because I'm just so tired. Especially now that I have a job. Its such a small thing. But i think i have around 50 photos dating all the way back to christmas town at BGT still sitting in my drafts. It ends up feeling just as tedious as trying to schedule doctors appointments for multiple people, while also remembering you need to make sure none of that allotted time ends up accidentally overlapping with each other, or work, or school, or balancing a relationship with your partner, and that you still need to work with and care for your animals, and chores, and it ends up being so much more time than you expect at first. You never realize how much longer it takes to get ready to do any of these things until you are trying to get yourself and another adult ready. This isnt to complain really, its not either of their faults, but I went from not having either parent really around except for short visits since i was 16. Were starting to get a routine down for outings, but it still takes a long time. Especially because my father still wants to try to be independent. But i cant leave him alone because he will fall and hurt himself (and according to his doctor should in fact not be doing half of what hes doing - but hes literally a foot taller than me and has at least 180 lbs on me, theres only so much i can stop him from doing when i still need to get other things done to take care of him)

I am not making this post to ask for donations or look for pity. This post is to explain my time away and that I have NOT lost my love for roller coasters. I simply have been extremely overwhelmed this year. Maybe I'm using this to vent a little bit. I just wanted to make a post talking about my experiences this year as a caretaker for another adult (especially one that tries to refuse help, only creating the cycle of getting hurt and needing MORE care) and how its effected my posting & me. I love my fiance and my friends who have been so helpful to hearing me vent, but I thought at this point of inactivity all the mutuals I used to talk to regularly and considered friends deserved an explanation too.

[sneakyfordethklok]

Murderface Headcanons

Appearance, backstory, and other related hcs for my favorite stinky scrimblo.

He's 5'11", surprisingly tall. He's about a quarter of an inch short of 6 feet. Though, honestly he would look taller if he wasn't around Skwisgaar and Nathan all the time.

He's quite heavy, over 200 lbs. However, despite his physique, there's an surprising strength to him, especially in his arms. He worked outside for most of his life before joining Dethklok, and he retains some of that muscle to this day. However, he lacks the stamina and determination to ever really defend himself, and can't fight worth a damn.

He's around 28 years old.

He deals with eczema, specifically atopic dermatitis. He is unfortunately very bad about genuinely taking care of it, even though he has creams for it. He's just very stubborn.

How I draw his hair is more closely inspired by Geezer Butler, the bassist of Black Sabbath, whom Murderface is based off of. Dense dark brown curls, but Murderface as usual takes poor care of himself. His hair is dry, his scalp oily and rife with dandruff, and he rarely brushes it. As a result, its quite matted and frizzy, with lots of dead ends and uncontrolled curls.

Speaking of taking poor care of himself... He's a bit stinky.

Seriously. He doesn't shower enough. And rarely wears cologne or deodorant. Though, rather than necessarily being a gross slob, it comes from him never being taught to look after himself as a child. He was quite neglected, and so he never even was taught how to properly wash his hair or himself.

He grew up in the deep south, but his parents were living in Jersey before their demise. His grandparents' house is a simple one-story property, with white siding and a green roof. The windows were always covered with thick blinds, and the porch had a ramp up the three steps for Stella and Thunderbolt. An ancient porch swing that didn't exactly look safe anymore sat on their porch for as long as he could remember.

Stella and Thunderbolt Murderface were terrible hoarders. Really, the whole house was a maze of trash and rot. The second you stepped inside, you could smell the piss and shit from Stella's yappy little dogs that William always despised. How much of a fire hazard and generally unsafe environment it was influenced his interest in fire safety as an adult.

His grandparents abused and neglected him frequently. Murderface was never given affection, positive reinforcement, encouragement of any kind really, and not an ounce of acceptance or interest in who he was. It was always expected that he do whatever they say without question.. else his grandfather would get The Belt.

Murderface lived in the basement of the home, which was surprisingly one of the least cluttered parts of the house. He had his own bathroom and living area down there, on top of his room, and he spent most of his youth in that cellar. He picked up his first guitar, acoustic, at age 13, and bought a bass at 15. He's been playing ever since.

His internalized homophobia was heavily fueled by his abusive upbringing, and generally unaccepting environment. Murderface knew there was something different about him, but he always overcompensated for his bisexuality by fixating on perving on women. His childhood room's walls and ceilings were plastered with cut outs from nudie mags and the Victoria Secret and Sear's catalogues by the time he was 15.

He was a chronic bedwetter until he was almost 10 years old, and the ridicule and beatings as punishment didn't exactly help him improve. Part of his fixation on urinating in inappropriate places may be fueled by this trauma.. not to mention the cause of the bedwetting itself stemmed from the abuse he suffered at their hands to begin with.

He joined Dethklok a few months after he turned 18, and was almost 19 when Toki joined af 16. They've been close friends since Toki joined, being the two youngest members of the band. Despite their arguing, it's a beneficial relationship.

Personally, I like to think the band is in a big polycule, but Murderface and Toki (Warface) is one of my main pairings.

NSFW BELOW THIS

LAST WARNING

His main kinks are BDSM, degradation, humiliation, impact-play, pet-play, bondage, edging, masochism, and body worship.

He can get overly excited from the smallest things. Just a gentle touch on his arm, looking at him a certain way— it all gets him going. He's big on physical touch, though he would never admit it, and not only desires affection but gives it constantly. He caresses, touches, and kisses at any chance given. In general, he's very needy. Especially during sex, he wants all of your attention and affection and gets very upset when he's denied.

Mostly the submissive type, but he can get in a mood sometimes where he just needs to fuck. And he can be very aggressive about it. Because he's likely much bigger than most partners he'd have, he can overpower easily and be pretty rough if he's in the mood for it. Spanking, choking, hitting, biting, etc are all on the table with him.

When he's in a subby mood (which is usually), he's a total brat until he's pushed to the edge. Defiant, snarky, and mouthy. He'll disobey orders, talk back, and generally be a disobedient slut. That is, until he's edged, teased, and overstimulated enough. He'll go from complaining to begging pretty damn quickly.

When it comes to his downstairs... William is excessively hairy everywhere, but especially in his pubic area. There's a thick nest of hair above the base of his dick, so dark brown its almost black. He's about 6 or so inches in length, but he has a pretty.. well, girthy one for lack of a better word. It has to be big enough to play bass with, after all.

Yea. He has calluses. On his cock. Its Murderface idk what you expected.

He won't admit it, but he loves being on bottom with male partners.

[brdeverdeen]

this was going to be way shorter originally but here's some burdie lore until i get my carrd up:

BASICS.

BIRTH NAME: burdock kelly everdeen. NICKNAMES/ALIASES: burdie. DATE OF BIRTH: january 10th, year of 35th games. ORIENTATION: he's so focused on asterid it's basically irrelevant. (probably bisexual) EDUCATION: basic education in twelve. he ditched school a lot to go hunting as he got older. OCCUPATION: hunter/coal miner.

APPEARANCE.

BUILD: about 5'7" (170 cm) & 115 lbs. at 15 years old / about 5'10" & 140 lbs. as an adult. he's still a bit thin from being underfed, but clearly better off than most others in twelve. he's got some muscle definition by his teens. HAIR: black/dark brown. usually pulled back, at least partially. around chin length. his mother always made him cut it mid-june, about 2-3 weeks before the reaping, & it's the only time he'd let her cut his hair. as he gets older he lets his facial hair grow a bit longer in winter, but otherwise shaves about once a month. EYES: gray COMPLEXION: tawny brown & tanned. he gets darker in the summer when he's outside more often. SCARS: various, all over. stories vary from him falling out of trees to accidentally hurting himself with a knife to some sort of animal attack. his hands are calloused from being outside and from playing his mother's bass/his banjo & his feet are calloused from walking barefoot. most notably: clawmarks, three from his right shoulder to shoulder blades on his back & three from his left collar bone to his shoulder: from a bobcat when he was 13. STYLE: hand-me-downs, usually from his older everdeen cousins. he's gotten a few things from clerk carmine & tam amber. shirts are typically henley in style or a worn shirt with the sleeves torn off when he was a teen. jeans, black or blue, rarely unpatched, often with holes. leather boots. leather hunting jacket that he receives as an adult. he's got a worn button up & slacks for reapings.

FAMILY.

FATHER: sorrel everdeen. MOTHER: barb azure baird. SIBLINGS: none, only child. CHILDHOOD: semi-absent father & reclusive-worrywart of a mother. basically free to run wild in the woods by the time he was twelve. OTHERS: lenore dove baird (cousin), clerk carmine (cousin), tam amber (cousin), juniper "june" everdeen (aunt), a few everdeen cousins SIGNIFICANT OTHER: asterid march everdeen. CHILDREN: katniss & primrose everdeen.

PERSONALITY.

burdock is level headed and has that rare (& sometimes infuriating) ability to stay calm during stressful situations. he's got a mostly cheerful disposition and takes it upon himself to reduce some of the misery in twelve. burdie can get along with nearly anybody. even if they aren't swayed by his laid back demeanor: his hunting abilities & the trade goods he brings in and his singing voice tend to win people over.

he harbors resentment towards the capitol and the living arrangements in twelve. burdock has always been deeply bothered by the divide of the town and seam folks, especially given how those in the seam are looked at as disposable. he'll often remark that he hates how everything is covered in coal dust in the seam, because people deserve better conditions.

though he knows when to hold his tongue, he's not afraid to share his anti-capitol sentiments and often sings (or hums or whistles) the hanging tree. he said and did this sort of thing frequently in front of his daughters until asterid yelled at him.

POSITIVE TRAITS: cheerful, empathetic, compassionate, sincere, affectionate NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, worrywart, mischievous, impulsive, reckless

HEALTH.

PHYSICAL HEALTH: excellent shape & stamina. he climbs and runs well. spends most of his time in his youth out in the woods either hunting, swimming, or sitting under a tree with an old banjo. if he were well fed he'd probably be unstoppable. SLEEPING HABITS: horrible. he tends to go out hunting before dawn, making him an early riser. as a teen, he'd often go to the woods to hunt, the hob to trade, & then to school for a few hours. it wasn't unusual for him to go out again at dusk and stay out into the evening. as an adult, he only hunted in the morning on sundays, as he had to work 10-12 hours in the coal mine the other 6 days, but would try to go out in the evenings for a while, when he was able. he prioritized spending time with his family. he averages about 4-6 hours of sleep a night. EATING HABITS: for growing up in twelve, he does alright, though most of that is on his own merit. he provides for his family by bringing home game or foraging in the woods and trades whatever they don't need at the hob or in town. usually manages 3 meals a day, even if they're on the lighter side.

ABILITIES/SKILLS.

HUNTING: burdock is an incredible hunter. he's great at picking up on an animal's trail and can track it down with relative ease. his weapon of choice is a bow and arrow, which he'd made himself (with arrow tips made by tam amber). he often returns with turkeys and rabbits, though has brought home deer, an occasional bobcat, and, just once, a black bear. he's also capable of cleaning his own kills. SURVIVAL SKILLS: burdock is fully capable of living in the woods. he knows how to get water and food, can start fires, and can craft his own weapons. MUSIC: his mother was the music teacher in twelve until he was about ten. she taught him to play her bass and helped him fashion a banjo. burdie's always had a good singing voice and his mother coached him to perfect it. he sings constantly, partially in hopes of keeping the covey traditions alive, even in a small way.

BIO.

burdock kelly everdeen was born january 10th, the year of the 35th hunger games. he's an only child, born to sorrel everdeen & barb azure baird. the pair had a lavender marriage in an attempt to keep up appearances as anti-gay laws became more prevalent during their lives.

barb azure dated sorrel's sister, juniper, for nearly 15 years until the pair parted on bad terms. juniper wanted children and barb azure was too fearful of losing them, as she'd lost most of her family, to commit. three years after they split, june died of black lung.

due to her close relationship with the everdeen family, barb azure married june's brother, sorrel, and burdock was born a few years later to parents in their 40s.

his father was around infrequently and it was a well-known secret in twelve that sorrel was often off with other men. he taught burdie how to craft weapons, though, and gave him his first bow, which had belonged to juniper. sorrel was mostly absent other than occasional run-ins at the hob or the woods. sorrel died when burdie was fourteen.

barb azure had distanced herself from the covey over time, she found it difficult to be around them and became fearful of being targeted, either by man or some sort of curse. though she named him burdock kelly, in covey fashion, she rarely used it as she worried it would draw attention to him. she was a constant worrier and burdock worried about her just as frequently given her age and mental health.

he's had an understanding of his parent's relationship and his mother's love for his aunt june since he was young, all of which played a part in his own hopeless romantic behavior towards asterid march.

burdie had been taken into the woods since he was a young child and he quickly took to sneaking there on his own against his mother's wishes. he'd picked up hunting techniques from his everdeen family and took to it with gusto. over time he became known for his hunting and foraging abilities, often bringing goods back to trade in town or at the hob.

[artistic-endchamber]

[[ FINALLY!!!! My main OC's older sister,, Mary!! <3 ]]

Mary Silverstone

Basic Information

Mary Silverstone

Blood Type: A  positive

Age: 19-21 (As the series goes on)

Birthplace & Current Residence: Clover Kingdom, and Clover Kingdom

Occupation: Magic Knight of the Celestial Serpents or the Aqua deers, and later goes to serve in the medical ward.  (Depending on Universe)

Affinity: Ice/Snow Magic

Height: 169.9 cm (5'6)

DOB: December 4th

Sex, Gender Identity, and Sexuality: AFAB, Female (She/her strictly), and Straight (male-aligning people)

Voice Claim: [English Dub]  Raven  (From Teen Titans Go) // [Jap. Sub] Kyoka Jirou (From BNHA)

Mary’s grimoire has a build that looks like a normal-sized book. Her cover has a base that is as white as snow, and is decorated on the edges with grey calendulas, and has a 3-leaf clover in the center of it.

Personality

Mary is a very stubborn, stoic, and seemingly indifferent person. She stands her ground on what she thinks is right and doesn’t socialize much due to being raised only to be powerful. She has a fiery passion (although she has a snow and ice affinity); but doesn’t show it to mostly anyone. She seems very unapproachable and probably is. However; once you get to know her, she starts opening up and becoming very comfortable with you and she is a great person. 

Likes: Mary doesn’t have many likes other than training at first. But later, she begins developing a higher interest in medicine and healing. She also likes music to a fault. 

Dislikes: She dislikes ignorance. Doubting someone for a certain trait they have, bigotry based on someone's orientation and/or looks, or being overconfident makes Mary want to hurl. 

Appearance

Long, white hair that Mary usually heeps in a very simple but elegant bun.

Weight: 140 lbs

Height: 169.9 cm (5'6)

She has an hourglass figure, mainly due to being raised “perfect”.

Ruby-red eyes that shimmer in the sunlight. She has more of a pigmented skin tone compared to Giana, but her nose gets red very easily – just like her younger sister. 

Underneath her Aqua Deers (Or Celestial Serpents) robe, Mary wears a sleeveless, white top and a high-rise skirt (Which is black but has light, sky-blue accents on it.)

Modifications to her Body: Just like Giana, Mary has a septum piercing but takes it in and out (Usually she puts it back in at night and wears it on her off days). 

Skills

Marry is stubborn, adamant, and has a shit ton of integrity. She’s often considered as a Straight Man in any group; since she gets irritated quite easily. She’s stoic and cool-headed in the battle zone though, which helps her almost always make rational decisions and stay calm. It takes a while, but when she finally trusts in her comrades – she’s unstoppable. 

Background

Mary Silverstone is the eldest daughter of the main Silverstone Family. She shares the same mother, father, and cousins as Giana, but her story is different. 

Mary was close with Giana, even though she was older, she saw Giana as a twin sister and her closest, best friend. Mary was born with Ice magic (Which also doubled as a snow attribute), and her parents were proud of it. Mary trained day in and out to live up to her parents’ expectations, and was on the brink of earning it. Every Silverstone receives a mark on their face when they come of age. The mark signifies that one is a silverstone, and is considered an award for living up to expectations. Mary wanted it, she wanted more than anything in the world to be worthy of the mark.

When Everyone found out about Giana’s magic, everything changed. Mary was stripped of her little sister and left with no one to play with or be close to. Mary’s bond was broken, but she wouldn’t dare to resist or fight back. If she fought for her sister, who had been rumored to now be the devil, she knew she wouldn’t be worthy of the mark. She wouldn’t be treated kindly, she wouldn’t be everything she ever wanted to be. Worst of all, everything she had worked for would have been for naught. 

And so Mary abided, staying indifferent to the world and its cruelties. She didn’t really know what she expected of herself anymore – so she drowned herself in work and training. She hated herself for leaving her sister like how she did, but she also refused to do anything. She swallowed her guilt. She bottled it up with all her emotions and lived how her parents said she should.

Then came Royal Knight exams – and she was faced with Giana’s team. 

Mary had an outburst. Her resentment for herself turned into jealousy for everything Giana had built for herself. Mary was supposed to be the one being valued. She was the one who had worked so hard – throwing her life away for success. Mary was the one who needed friends. Mary was the one who needed support, now – She was the one who yearned for a life. Giana got it all without anyone ever knowing. How was this fair? Mary spent years hurting herself and drawing herself in work. How was it that someone who didn’t do that could so easily be on par with her – and worse, how could they win?

When things were over, Mary didn’t know what to do. Even though Giana had won, she was wounded badly. But she still walked over to talk to her older sister. Mary visited her later in the infirmary, and they talked. She apologized and vowed to fix things. She swore that she would protect her sister and change the way she lived. On her way out, Mary met Magna – someone who Giana considered her Older Brother.

Mary declared a rivalry, her only way of earning her title of “big sister” back, and Magna accepted. Though, somewhere along the way… well, you’ll see. 

(P.S. After Mary starts her redemption arc, she finds herself taking a bigger interest in healing!)

Spells

offensive spells -

Ice Magic: Cold Daggers of Death

These daggers are fast, sharp, and precise. They can cut through even the thickest of steel and can penetrate skin easily. Once they do, they drain the heat and freeze over whatever/whoever they impale. Mary can control how bad the temperature situation gets, though. 

Ice Magic: Protector(s) of the Lost

In which Mary creates either a dozen medium-sized knights made of ice to protect and defend, or a giant Ice monster that can do the same things except it’s bigger, bulkier, and has enhanced stats. Each of these Ice men responds to only Mary’s orders and instructions. if one has her direct magic channeled into it, she can use it to communicate and channel her thoughts into. 

Ice Magic: Infecting Fractals

This is a tricky, wide-range spell. Mary blasts special snowflakes dowards her opponents in a wide range, and whatever they touch they freeze with Icicles on command. This can be a long-term spell or a super fast one. Mary can control whether or not the fractals can spread. 

defensive spells - 

Ice Magic: Snowstorm

This spell is similar to an incomplete mana Zone, where Mary can create a swirling snowstorm to do multiple things. This spell can be used for cover when being attacked, an illusion when needing a getaway, or just simply to spread Mary’s Mana around to confuse the enemy and use her offensive spells for larger ranges. This also later evolves into a spell she uses to heal others. 

healing spell -

Ice Magic: Snowstorm – Healing Method

This spell is an evolved version of Mary’s “Snowstorm” defense spell. It holds all the same attributes, but it can also heal and boost the stats of whoever is inside of it. 

Ice Magic: Chilling Regeneration

This is a close-up spell Mary uses to heal one or two patients who are close to death. She puts her hands hovering over them and uses this spell to boost regeneration and healing, and adds a coolling touch to it despite the fiery battle mood.