#perl did this

[floriumm]

One of my Perle Von Nurnbergs. She’s looking so pretty right now and putting my other succulents to shame.

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Bored and reading the society page guides to Paris for the Olympics and the number of times the terrible fashion-set bar F and I used to frequent has come up...

[bits-and-babs]

i need breeding kink!konig before i cryy also w small reader eeee

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃, 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃

pairing : könig x f!reader ('perle')

synopsis : könig snaps after a particularly hard mission, unable to hold back his desire much longer.

warnings : [ 1k words ] Emotional distress, unprotected pinv sex, utterly pathetic könig, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, cum eating, reference to oral (f receiving). könig is a babbling mess.

notes: this is pure filth. barely any mention of small reader because i like to be inclusive <33

König’s combat boots drag across the floorboards of your shared apartment, depositing clumps of dried Spanish mud across the oak with each weary trudge of his feet. Your boyfriend carries his body over the house threshold like a wounded hound, his tail between his legs and eyelids still splotched with patchy grease paint. König is prideful, usually holding his gigantic frame with a regal posture to match his name– you’ve never seen him so crippled by what he’d promised would be a straightforward mission, in and out.

You open your mouth to ask, to say his name, to offer your support, noting the way König didn’t take his shoes off at the door like he always did. He doesn’t let you, his prodigious forearms encircling your waist with a vice-like grip.

“Just give me this, Perle. I need nothing else,” he promises you, his accent delicate to your ears when he whispers his plea into your hair. Clutching him tight, you liberate the breath you’d held hostage between the bars of your ribcage since König left. You’d been fearful, as always, that the oxygen in your lungs would serve a life sentence, but when your lungs expand again, aching at the edges, you smell his exertion, the earthiness of the mud that clung to his body, the gunpowder he’d expended while taking lives. He’s home.

“König,” you whisper to him, scared a louder decibel would rip apart the fragile foundations that kept the hefty Austrian upright. He shakes his head in response, his palms pawing at your hips, squeezing at the flesh he finds with overwrought neediness.

“Please, Perle,” he murmured, his voice cracking beneath the tide of his emotional turmoil, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass to pull your body closer, “I just need you. Need you close- need to be in you.”

It’s jarring, the distress you feel roiling inside the tense muscles of his back that you skirt your palm over not matching the dripping desire that coated his tongue. When you lean back in his grip, attempting to catch a glimpse of your lover’s eyes, he pulls you impossibly closer. The thread-worn material of his battle-tested uniform is soft against your skin, but the firmness of his cock against you is undeniable.

“Anything,” you whisper, and it’s as though you’ve let the hounds loose. König launches you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeals of shock, and hurries towards the bedroom with absurdly broad strides.

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He chokes out a string of unintelligible German curse words when he finally bottoms out inside of you. König’s hands, webbed with silver scars that spanned across his knuckles, grasp at your hips and angle them skyward, his thighs flexing as he attempts to keep still for a moment.

“Hahh-ah- Still, Schatzi, be still,” he urges you brokenly. You wail, winded by the sensation of his preposterously thick cock spearing your cunt. It lays deep inside you, nudging at your cervix when it twitches. “S-Still-“

Statuesque, you haven’t moved a nanometre. It’s König, his face buried deep into the crook of your neck, mindlessly pushing his hips deeper into you with shallow thrusts. They’re barely there, slight and feeble, as he dramatically gasps out each time the sensitive tip of his dick brushes your cervix.

“Aha-Haaa, please, please, Perle,” he keens, his rumbling voice strained by his frantic desire. His fingertip pushes into the swollen nub of your clit, and it draws dangerously lazy circles over the sparking nerves there. You sob his name weakly, almost missing his rambled plea. “So tight- your cunt is so tiny for me, Perle. Ughh-fuck- let me cum in it? L-Let me fill it up, watch it spill out of you-“

Your back arches from the mattress as he withdraws his hips slightly, only to plunge them deeper. It’s ludicrous, you think, the way your body gives way to his ridiculous intrusion, but your toes curl with delight, and König wails out another string of profanity.

“Hah-sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” he babbles, his cock rocking in and out of you but never once entirely withdrawing from your heat, “I just need to fill this cunt, Perle. Need to see it leak– See you swollen with our child– fuck!”

König spits a broken moan when your hips arch to meet his thrusts. Your clit brushes his pubic bone with each joining of your hips, hurtling you towards orgasm and tightening your walls with bliss.

“So tight, so fu-huhhking tight, Perle– Fuck!” König gasps, his hips stuttering as he braces for your answer.

“Yes,” you whine, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm threatens to crash through you in a tidal wave, “Please, König, please fucking fil–“

König cuts off your appeal with a hoarse cry of your name, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm as his cock spurts thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside of your cunt. The warmth of the blooming pressure inside you sparks a blissful throb, your nails sinking into König’s forearms as it detonates inside you. You hear him through the mind-blowing buzz, wailing and sobbing about how you’re milking him, how it’s dripping from your cunt and into the bedsheets.

It’s hazy when the overwhelming euphoria floats down, König still hunched over your body and thrusting inside of you helplessly. His jaw hangs loose, eyebrows knitted together in a mixture of agonising pain and paradisical ecstasy as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

“Hahah-Ahhh fuck, c-creaming all o-ohhhver my cock-“he slurs, his removing his oversensitive cock with a pathetic sob. His fingers sink into your cunt almost instantly, ignoring the curl of your toes and the arch of your back to stuff the dribbling cum back inside of your fluttering pussy.

“Need it to take, Perle,” König garbles, his eyelids heavy as he sinks low to the mattress to swipe up the remaining excess with his tongue. He mumbles around your pussy as he laps up his cum from its glistening lips, “Jus’ lift your hips, Schatz. Sit them on my face; I want to taste us–“

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[p1nkprincess444]

REVENGE - BILL KAULITZ

୨୧ not proof read!! ୨୧

tom kaulitz x female!reader x bill kaulitz

word count: 1,230

contents: 18+, cheating, angst, aftercare

You thought everything was perfect in your relationship, until rumours began to spread about your boyfriend's wandering eyes. He began coming home later at night and sometimes not coming home at all. His space in your shared bed grew cold and lonely. 

Late one night as you laid once again alone in your shared king size bed you were sent a photo. The rectangular screen of your phone lit up your face displaying a grainy dimly lit photo of your boyfriend's arms wrapped around another girl as his lips were connected to hers in a shameless kiss. You could swear you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as tears slid down your cheeks. Your vision was clouded as tears fogged your vision while your body was wracked with sobs. You couldn’t calm yourself as the image haunted your mind. The image of your boyfriend kissing another girl, a girl who wasn’t you, who was prettier than you. It completely destroyed you. You had felt as if your heart had been ripped from your chest. 

You found yourself sobbing as you made your way from your shared bedroom to the bedroom of his brother. Bill had always been there, he watched Tom leave you alone in bed late at night, he watched as he disregarded your needs and your small gestures of love, so when he saw you in his doorway with tears shimmering in your eyes while tears slid down your cheeks he knew exactly what happened. 

Bill’s arms wrapped around you pulling you into a warm embrace while your body was shaking while you sobbed. Your tears stained his shirt as he murmured soft words against your hair. Your arms were clinging to him as you sobbed while trying to tell him what happened, but your words were a complete jumbled mess. 

Bill gently pulled you back from him as he brushed hair from your face before cupping your cheeks in his hands, “ Tell me what happened meine perle.”

“ He- He cheated on me- what did I do wrong? ”

Bill shook his head in response as he held your face in his hands, “ Tom- he’s never quite satisfied, he never deserved you liebe. Come on, let me take care of you. ” 

You followed Bill into his room letting him sit you on his bed before he joined you. Your head rested on his shoulder as your mind whirled with thoughts of feeling inadequate. You barely registered Bill speaking to you until his arm wrapped your waist pulling you closer. 

“ Do you want to sleep in here tonight? ”

You nodded in response before crawling under his covers with him. Bill wasn’t like Tom, Tom didn’t even acknowledge you when he joined you in bed, but Bill had his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against him. The shared warmth of your bodies pressed together was a comforting feeling that you hadn’t felt in months. Bill slowly shifted back from you cupping your face in his hands before his lips pressed against yours. Neither of you pulled back as the kiss intensified, clothes began to slide off as your hands wandered over each other's bodies. 

“ Mein Bruder ist ein Narr, so ein hübsches Ding wie dich wegzuwerfen. ” {My brother is a fool to throw away a pretty thing like you.} Bill’s words were mumbled as his lips stayed pressed against yours while his hands began pushing down his boxers. 

Bill’s hands moved from his clothes to yours as he completely stripped you. He disappeared under the covers before his face was completely buried between your thighs. With no warning his tongue darted out and began lapping at your folds. His hands were holding your thighs apart as his tongue pushed into your cunt. You tried to suppress the loud moans falling from your lips by hiding your face in the pillows, but it was no use. You were like a desperate horny teenager who had never had sex as your hips rolled against Bill’s face and your back arched. It had been months since Tom had touched you so it wasn’t to anyone's surprise that you came quickly. 

Bill’s head rested on your stomach as he pulled back the covers to see you with flushed cheeks and panting softly already. His fingers rubbed soft circles on your hip while his lips glistened with your juices. He slowly moved up sliding on top of you as his arms entrapped either sides of your head. He moved one of his hands back down between you both as he guided his cock to press against your entrance. His lips pressed against yours as he slowly sunk inside you. 

You could feel Bill’s cock stretching open your tight cunt, it was obvious now more than ever that Bill’s cock was double the size of Tom’s. Shameless moans were falling from your lips as Bill’s cock slid in and out of you with ease. 

“ Du bist so nass, dass du mich durchnässt hast. ” {You’re so wet, fucking soaking me.} Bill’s voice was husky as his hips snapped forward pushing deeper than you thought was ever possible. 

Pathetic high pitched and squeaky moans were falling from your lips as you neared your impending release. Bill’s face was buried in your y/h/c hair as groans and deep moans fell from his mouth. His hips began to move faster and harder as he could feel his balls tightening. Before he even had the thought to pull out from your warm cunt his cum shot deep inside you, filling you completely as your release soon followed his. 

He slowly lowered himself on top of you taking care to not squash you. You both laid there in a comfortable silence as your laboured breathing slowly returned to normal. 

Bill slowly withdrew from you watching as your mixed fluids leaked from your cunt. Before they could create too big of a mess on his sheets we cleaned both of you off with a box of tissues. He dressed you in one of his t-shirts before pulling you to lay on top of his naked form. Your face pressed into his neck inhaling the musky scent of his cologne that slowly lulled you to sleep. 

Tom arrived home later that night drunk off his ass as he stumbled into your shared bed still holding onto a bottle of vodka that was half empty. Where your usually sleeping form laid was now replaced by an empty cold spot in the bed only taken up by your phone. Tom was confused, he knew you wouldn’t be out this late and he knew you would always come home in the evening before him, so where could you be? He slowly stumbled back out of bed searching the apartment, he had searched every room but one. He fumbled with the knob for a moment before pushing open the door and stumbling in. He could make out a figure or maybe two figures perhaps on the bed. He called out for his brother in a soft whisper-like tone waiting for a response. 

Bill slowly awoke to spot his brother's figure in the middle of the room. 

“ Where- where is y/n? ”

Bill shared no words with his brother, only moving the hair from the girl's face who laid on top of him, revealing her identity not to be a random stranger but Tom’s girlfriend.

[latenightdaydreams]

Please can you write about ex boyfriend Konig can't moved on from reader. He sneaked in her house and raped her. She resist him at first but then he just dicks her down.

You Can't Leave Me (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, rape, stalking, toxic ex, p in v, oral

1.8k word count

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It’s now been eight months since you’ve broken up with König. When you found out about the trackers he put on your phone and car, it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Since then, you’ve moved into your own apartment an hour away from König. Your phone number has been changed along with all social media deactivated.

The last several months have been hard, but you’ve been pushing through so well. Too well, actually. König never lost track of you. He knows your new address, phone number, job, and schedule. You changed your scenery, but not who you are. So, when you left one day, he knew where to look.

Of course, you move to your favorite city. You know König hates the city. He never wanted to move here. You move into the apartment that is only ten minutes from a bookstore, one that you become a frequent customer of quickly. König knows you like the back of his hand. There is no escaping him.

One thing he didn’t expect was you finding someone so quickly. It’s only been eight months. You were together for five years. It should take you longer to move on before realizing there is no one else for you. What the fuck is this?

König walks behind you at a distance as you walk to your date. Wearing a yellow summer dress compliments your body, paired with white sandals. Is that…make-up? That’s not right, you don’t wear make-up; you don’t need it. You’re so naturally beautiful. 

He watches you walk into a café. A very handsome brunette man stands and hugs you. His hand resting above your ass, comfortable with your body as if he’s touched it already. When did he miss this? He glares at the two of you before walking away and going to your apartment.

While you’re out on your nice little date, König breaks into your apartment. Not really breaking in when he finds your spare and uses it, right? He enters your apartment for the first time, taking a deep breath. It smells just like you.

König walks throughout your home, looking at the new photos on the wall of your city friends. One of you with this new guy. He knocks it over. He continues on to your bedroom, seeing your bed is messy; you never make it. His eyes drift to the floor where he sees a pair of black underwear. With little thought, he stands and walks to them. A little white stain, you were aroused? By what? Who?

König lifts the underwear under his mask and to his nose, taking in a deep breath. Exquisite. He shoves the underwear into his pocket and keeps looking. Stepping into your bathroom, he turns the light on. His eyes fall to a little purple case near the sink. It can’t be. Is his little Schatz on birth control?

A sharp stinging feeling deep in his gut travels up to his heart. The mental image of that pathetic worthless man going raw into his Kleine Perle disgust him. You’re whoring yourself out, he knew you’d be lost without him.

He turns the light off and sits on the toilet, pulling out your panties to sniff while he waits for you. An hour passes and he began to grow worried that maybe you went back home with that loser. Right as he was going to check his phone, he hears your keys in the door.

You enter your apartment while on the phone. For safety, you always call a friend while walking.

“Yeah, I’m home now though. I love you, Ann. I’ll see you Tuesday.” Once you hang up, you kick your shoes off and place your purse on the hook.

As you pass your photos in the living room, you notice the photo of you and Finn has been knocked over. A wave of anxiety rushes over you. You try to reason with yourself. It’s almost been a year and you’ve never seen König. He’s probably moved on the same way you have.

You enter your bedroom and turn the lights on. The door closes behind you as you take off your dress, tossing it into the hamper. You grab out a pair of pajamas, placing them on your bed. Reaching behind your back, you unhook your bra, tossing it aside. When you do, you look down at the floor and notice your black pair of underwear is missing.

Maybe you put it in the hamper? Slowly, you walk to the hamper and look inside. At that moment, your bathroom door opens. Your eyes go up and meet the dreadful pale blue eyes. Your heart beat sky rockets, your feet moving ahead of your brain as you turn to run.

König is fast. He reaches out and wraps his arms tightly around your stomach. Lifting you in the air as you kick and scream, slamming you down hard on the bed. The air leaves your lungs and your screaming stops. König pulls out your underwear from his pocket and shoves it into your mouth. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pulling off his belt with one hand and tying your hands together.

When you try to kick him to get away, but he just climbs on you, resting his weight on you. “Where are you trying to go, Hase?” He growls.

Your screams are muffles as you try to squirm away from König.

“I saw your birth control pills.” He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back. “That is still my pussy. You are still mine.”

You shake your head no and try to break free from his grasp. His 6 ’10 280 lb body is just too big to fight back against.

König’s hands begin to travel along your mostly naked body. Your skin is just as soft as he remembers. His finger hooks your panties and moves it down. You buck backwards like a horse and try to kick him. A heavy hand comes down and spanks your ass cheek, you whimper.

“Stay still. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” König finishes pulling your underwear off completely before standing off of your body and getting undressed.

“It’s a shame you thought that you could get away from me. Bigger shame you decided to give away my body to another man. You know I don’t like that.” You can hear his pants drop to the floor finally.

König walks to your body and drags you to the center of the bed. He joins you on the bed, spreading your ass cheeks and pushing his face between them, taking a deep breath.

“That’s still my fucking pussy.” He grabs your ass and jiggles them before climbing over you, one leg on either side of your thighs.

His heavy cock slaps against your cheeks. He spits in his hand and rubs it around the tip of his cock, rubbing the tip along your folds. The feeling of his cock being pressed up against your entrance makes you squirm your hips, but that doesn’t stop König.

König spreads your ass cheeks with his hands so he can have a clear view of your pussy. He looks down at you and pushes himself into you. You tense up, only making yourself tighter for him. A loud moan leaves his lips as he buries his cock deep inside of your pussy.

He doesn’t allow you any time to adjust to his enormous dick as he slams his hips into you. You shake your body, trying your best to break free of his belt around your hands. Eventually you manage to spit your underwear out.

“Stop!” You cry out as you kick your legs as you writhe under him.

“Just take my cock.” He groans.

One of his hands comes down on your head and pushes your face into the pillow, holding you there as he picks up his pace. He rams his cock hard enough to cause pain, forcing the full length of his cock into your tight cunt. Your cries are muffled.

König yanks his head back and forces your head up. “What? You can’t handle my cock anymore?”

“Fuck you! Get off of me!”

“What? You don’t like my cock anymore?” He asks in a condescending tone.

“No!”

“Shut up.”  He pulls his cock out of your pussy, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

König puts you on your back and slaps his cock on your lips, rubbing it back and forth. You try to turn your head but he grabs your jaw and forces you to stay still. The tip of his cock presses against your lips pressed tightly together.

“Open.” He lightly taps the side of your face.

Your mouth opens and König shoves himself inside. He forces his way into your throat, finger tracing the outline of his cock appearing. You gag, causing spit to come out of your mouth and on to your face. König keeps pressing in until his balls are resting on your face. Not being about to breathe, you kick and arch your body.

“Shhhh, calm down. You can take it.” He pushes even further.

König begins to rock his hips, fucking your throat. His heavy balls hitting your face over and over. This causes you to gag again and you throw up, turning your head to the side and vomiting on the floor. He laughs, “Are you going to be a good girl or should I keep going?”

“I’ll be good.” You pant with tears in your eyes.

“Gut.” König growls as he walks to the other side of the bed, joining you.

He lays behind you, lifting one of your legs and tells you to hold it. His hand covered in your spit handles his cock as he slips it into your pussy. Your gummy cunt welcomes him back. König grabs your face and turns your face to his.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Mine.”

“Say it, Schatz.” His voice trembling as he bullies his cock deep inside of you.

You try to suppress the orgasmic feeling his cock gives you. As much as you like Finn, his cock is nothing compared to König’s. No matter how toxic König is, you can’t help but to miss him.

“Yours.” You moan out bashfully, hating yourself.

“What was that?” A grin crosses König’s lips.

“It’s yours!” You angrily moan.

“Fuck yes!” König rolls his body on top of yours, your leg pushed over as he grasps your hip and thigh. As he thrust into you, he pulls your back to meet his thrust.

Pitiful mewls freely leave your lips; a mixture of shame and euphoria consumes your whole body. You look back at him, your eyes meeting, as you see the same possessive glare in his eyes as he always has. Will you ever escape this man?

[two-white-butterflies]

drug | toto wolff

Description: He meets his girlfriend's parents, and they don't like him. (age gap.)

Pairing: toto wolff/horner!reader

He was your forbidden fruit, a thing that you weren't allowed to have but was delighted to get. He was everything that you needed - all of your dreams pressurized to form a single man - too bad, he took the form of your father's hated enemy.

"Are you nervous?" you ask while adjusting his tie. "Yes," he responded truthfully while pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Did you warn them about me?" he inquired with his thick Austrian accent. Your eyebrows merged into each other.

"I gave them a brief description about you." you brushed against the topic, afraid that he'd be mad at you too. "Old Austrian Businessman, who has a knack for dating his enemy's daughter." he gave a brief description of himself - pressing another kiss on your forehead. "You're not old." you pout. He was perfectly aged.

"Are you ready to meet them? We can reschedule," you give him one last change in changing his mind. "No, I'm ready perle." he hummed, taking your hand and pulling you away from the porch.

You raise your eyebrows at the sight of his car. "Not using the Mercedes?" you teased, seeing him open the door for you. "Might be too much on the noose, yeah?" he smiled, helping you inside.

To your surprise, your father was already standing in the driveway.

"Shit," Toto chuckles, his hand was on your thigh - other hand on the steering-wheel. "Ready to meet the wolves?" you take a deep breath, seeing that Christian was already walking towards the car. "It's a good thing that we had a shot of vodka for luck," he mumbled - seeing his sworn enemy open the door for you.

"(Your Name)," your father greeted with hidden warmth, he barely acknowledged your presence - his eyes were already pierced on the man in the driver's seat. "Dad," you exchange a glance with Toto.

"What is he doing here?" your father placed a hand on your shoulder. "I was going to tell you sooner," you began to explain - seeing your mother in your periphery. "Nice to meet you, Christian." Toto smiled - deciding to put the f1 business behind them.

"Aren't you going to invite us inside?" your eyes narrowed, forcing the door wide open and taking a step out of the car.

For middle aged men - they both acted like kids.

"So uh, Toto. How's Mercedes?" your mother attempted to create small talk, but Christian was evidently upset. "Amazing, we've done a few changes in the car." he smiled, glancing at your face and searching for signs of sadness. "How about Redbull?" he stared at your father - waiting for a reply.

"That's classified," he says in a polite tone, returning back to his penne pasta. Your mind began to flash back to the times where your father would complain about Toto, in your opinion - it was childish rivalry - and they would do better as friends.

Your mother gives him a 'look' while taking a sip of her juice.

"How did you meet each other?" your mother interrogated, searching for cracks in the relationship - fortunately there weren't any. "Do you remember the dinner that dad forced me to attend? The one with Lewis and Max," you reminded - smiling at your father as he attempts to mask his disappointment. You expected him to send Toto home - you were thankful for your father's self-control.

"Oh, the one I had to drag you to attend." Christian chuckled, remembering all of the excuses that you came up with. "I met him there," you placed your hand on top of Toto's.

"Ah," he replied - keeping his eyes on the food.

The dinner was short - it only lasted for an hour. Toto and Christian were trying their best to eat as fast as they can. Your father didn't even let anyone have ice cream. He was adamant in sending Toto home. "Bye," you wave at the window - seeing his car fade from view.

"We need to talk," your parents welcome you on the couch. A sigh escapes your mouth - already anticipating the outcome of this conversation. "I know that you like dating older boys," your father began - attempting to sound like a cool dad.

"- but I don't think that Toto's a good choice." he raised his arms in mock surrender. "I'm an adult, I don't need your unsolicited advise." you start in a calm tone - your voice was always gentle. "Do you remember the last time you brought an older guy home? What did he do? Ride off you career, and treat you like...shit." your mother hesitated with the cursing but your father agreed.

"That was different, I was a teenager." you groan - annoyed that they were using their faults against you. I mean, everyone could see that he was bad news - parents shouldn't be letting their seventeen year old daughter date a twenty two year old. "I'm grown now, and I know that Toto's a good guy." you defended your boyfriend.

"And if you're going to throw hate against him, I can't sit here and take that." you grab your coat that was conveniently placed beside you. "I-I want you to think about this." your father referred to you by your family nickname. "I will," you respond while walking out.

vanillay/n_horner: i will always choose you.

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part two

[theenbyroiderer]

In the lull between fiber projects I'll just post another tutorial. Though this one is less a tutorial and more vague guidelines. There are parts that I can't really tell you how to do and I'm sure there are details that I don't have photos of... but I'll try to describe the process as best I can, and just hope that my words can fill in the gaps. Just ask if you have any questions and I'll try to answer them.

Materials: Cotton fabric, durable, not too thin. Pipe cleaners. Off white cotton thead. Off white wool yarn, a couple different thicknesses is preferable. One shorter and one longer needle, both sharp. (I used sashiko needles, one ~4cm and one ~6 cm.) Felting needles, for the top of the skull. Various green shades of wool yarn, perle, and other threads, for the foliage.

Step by step instructions:

1. Make a skull out of pipe cleaner. Just do it, I can't tell you how.

2. Find something to fill your skull with. I filled mine with a bundle of orts (thread scaps), so in my mind this skull will forever be known as Ort-For-Brains. I stitched around and through the bundle of orts a bit so that it was less a random tangle and more of a solid round shape. Then I tucked the orts into the skull and stitched the skull to the fabric with just a few stitches (using a durable cotton thread) around the edge. Make sure you fill the space inside the skull completely. Underneath the face of the skull the brains poked out a bit, so I did some stitches with the cotton thread there to hold the orts down. Another filler may be easier to work with, but I just couldn't resist the though of using colorful orts as brains...

3. Stitch over the pipe cleaner scaffold using wool yarn. I can't tell you exactly how to do this either, and depending on the shape of your scaffold you might encounter different challenges. Just be methodic, and don't overthink it. Use a thicker yarn, or more strands, on the top of the skull, and thinner/fewer strands when you are doing the face. When doing the face I'd say start with the eye sockets because they dominate the face. Stitch outwards from them, as if the sockets are suns and the thread sunbeams, if you get what I mean.

4. When you have stitched to your heart's content you may want to felt parts of the skull to make it smoother. I did anyway. I took bits of wool yarn and carded them a bit to make them less yarn-shaped and more like little sheets of wool, then I used felting needles to poke them into place on the top of the skull. If you have actual rowing wool, use that, it's probably better.

5.When you are satisfied with the skull you can do whatever you want with it of course. I added foliage. Techniques I used for that include: turkey stitch, drizzle stitch, woven picot stitch, bullion stitch and french knots.

[flaminandgooo]

Wip wednesthursday

(ft. Sam coming home black and blue from his fight with Ross and Bucky's there with soup.)

"Who knew you were such mother hen?"

It got a huff out of Bucky and Sam reveled in it, the familiarity of there banter a soothing balm after the last few days' events.

"Three younger sisters, Sam," Bucky reminded him, undeterred and unperturbed in his quest to find whatever he was looking for in Sam's kitchen cabinet. "And do I need to remind you how many health problems Steve had before the serum?"

"Touché."

“Yeah. Now go take a shower-”

“Way to make a guy feel welcomed, Buck. Just say I reek.”

But Bucky just ignored him and carried on, his back turned to Sam as he reached for the cabinet above the sink where he kept his mugs.

“I'll warm up the soup and make some tea while you're in there.”

Sam's ears perked up. As much as he still wanted to bicker with Bucky, the mention of soup overrode it and he finally noticed the pot on his stovetop.

Shuffling towards it while the other man was still busy rummaging around his kitchen like it was his own, Sam leaned over the pot and peeked at what was inside, aromas hitting his nose, familiar and comforting. It brought him back to his childhood and Delacroix, the ghost of his mother’s hand running gently over his head.

“Did you make this?” he asked, peering to the side to see Bucky had stopped his fussing in favor of watching him apprehensively.

“Yeah? It's the recipe Sarah gave me.”

Huh, Sam thought. It did smell suspiciously like the chicken noodle soup his Mama used to make for him and Sarah when they were children and their stomach wouldn't settle because of sickness. She had a peculiar way of making it, using chicken thighs slowly cooked in the broth with the vegetables instead of adding shredded meat from an already cooked rotisserie chicken. ‘It's the bones that make it more delicious, mo tite perl’ she used to tell him. That was the way she’d always made it and the way both he and Sarah had learned to make it.

That soup had gotten him through colds and bad nights over the years. Something so simple yet so comforting to him.

“Does it smell bad?”

Sam blinked, the sound of Bucky’s slightly hesitant voice cutting through his reminiscing. Not harsh, just a gentle beckoning back to the present.

“No,” he said after a while, eyes meeting Bucky’s uncertain ones. “Pretty much the same as my Mama’s actually.”

The relieved sigh Bucky let out at the words would have been pretty damn hilarious if it wasn’t for the fact that his friend making this specific soup made Sam feel unexpectedly warm inside.

[quill-ting]

It's been a while since I did a quilt stock take, so here are the current WIPs and where things stand!

The Vast Quilt:

This one is on pause because it's been way too warm. It's a very big quilt and very thick batting. I pull it out when we get a colder night every now and then, but it's slow going.

The Wedding Quilt:

This one is on a deadline, and desperately needs to be sandwiched and quilted. Unfortunately the backing fabric, batting and thread is stuck in a post office until I can collect it on Monday. I'm just trying to remind myself that I'm super sick atm, and should be taking it easy anyhow. Hopefully I can start the process soon!

The Lemur Quilt:

I need to get to my local quilt shop and get some nice thick winter batting. Unfortunately the stuff I ordered online bearded like mad, and now I have 5m of batting I can't use... I also want to pick up some nice pink perle thread for the hand quilting, either hot pink or variegated pink.

The Autumn Quilt:

This one is beautifully sandwiched and.... it's with the Cursed Batting... When I get more I'll redo it, and start the quilting.

The Body Quilt:

This one has been hidden away for a while, it's a lot to work on. I might see how I go this weekend, given everything else is waiting on materials or weather. It needs to be embroidered so the patches can be pieced into backing and I can embroider the backing pieces. I'm also thinking about some basic needle-turned applique for this one!

[the-vampire-fish-queen]

The UK needs some help with there own Online Safety Act (UK KOSA) that going to end up shutting down both small and big sites starting in March 2025.

It's already starting a online cycling community web forum with over 60K users shutting down because of the UK Online Safety Act (UK KOSA).

Link to more info here

"Reading https://www.ofcom.org.uk/online-safety/illegal-and-harmful-content/time-for-tech-firms-to-act-uk-online-safety-regulation-comes-into-force/ and we're done... we fall firmly into scope, and I have no way to dodge it. The act is too broad, and it doesn't matter that there's never been an instance of any of the proclaimed things that this act protects adults, children and vulnerable people from... the very broad language and the fact that I'm based in the UK means we're covered.

The act simply does not care that this site and platform is run by an individual, and that I do so philanthropically without any profit motive (typically losing money), nor that the site exists to reduce social loneliness, reduce suicide rates, help build meaningful communities that enrich life.

The act only cares that is it "linked to the UK" (by me being involved as a UK native and resident, by you being a UK based user), and that users can talk to other users... that's it, that's the scope.

I can't afford what is likely tens of thousand to go through all the legal hoops here over a prolonged period of time, the site itself barely gets a few hundred in donations each month and costs a little more to run... this is not a venture that can afford compliance costs... and if we did, what remains is a disproportionately high personal liability for me, and one that could easily be weaponised by disgruntled people who are banned for their egregious behaviour (in the years running fora I've been signed up to porn sites, stalked IRL and online, subject to death threats, had fake copyright takedown notices, an attempt to delete the domain name with ICANN... all from those whom I've moderated to protect community members)... I do not see an alternative to shuttering it.

The conclusion I have to make is that we're done... Microcosm, LFGSS, the many other communities running on this platform... the risk to me personally is too high, and so I will need to shutter them all.

What and When

So here's the statement...

On Sunday 16th March 2025 (the last day prior to the Act taking effect) I will delete the virtual servers hosting LFGSS and other communities, and effectively immediately end the approximately 300 small communities that I run, and the few large communities such as LFGSS.

It's been a good run, I've administered internet forums since 1996 having first written my own in Perl to help fans of music bands to connect with each other, and I then contributed to PHP forum software like vBulletin, Vanilla, and phpBB, before finally writing a platform in Go that made it cost efficient enough to bring interest based communities to so many others, and expand the social good that comes from people being connected to people.

Approximately 28 years and 9 months of providing almost 500 forums in total to what is likely a half a million people in that time frame... the impact that these forums have had on the lives of so many cannot be understated.

The peak of the forums has been the last 5 years, we've plateaued around 275k monthly users across the almost 300 websites on multiple instances of the platform that is Microcosm, though LFGSS as a single community probably peaked in the 2013-2018 time period when it alone was hitting numbers in excess of 50k monthly users.

The forums have delivered marriages, births, support for those who have passed (cancer being the biggest reason), people reunited with stolen bikes, travel support, work support, so much joy and happiness and memorable experiences... but it's also been directly cited by many as being the reason that they are here today, the reason they didn't commit suicide or self-harm. It's help people get through awful relationship breakups, and helped people overcome incredible challenges with their health.

It's devastating to just... turn it off... but this is what the Act forces a sole individual running so many social websites for a public good to do.

I don't know where to recommend... I know lots of people have moved small groups to places like Signal and WhatsApp, and that some people are on the fediverse, and some are in other websites and groups.

There is no central place that could take us all and preserve the very special thing we had... so it's done.

This is a really special place... the people are special... I guess the next 3 months will be a time of sharing what it meant, and of groups figuring out where they want to go next.

Love you all forever, it's been amazing to be a part of it all, I never thought I'd touch the lives of so many people by running websites, and in turn to give so much reason to my own life. In the end, the person I save most was likely myself.

Dee"

This is very bad and the compliance requirements will affect alot of websites based in the UK and Ofcom seems very out of its depth.

The whole thing is an unworkable mess and will collapse under its own weight. There also alot of privacy and legal issues with it.

This may also affect Tumblr and force the site to leave the UK.

Please spread awareness!

[rozenmaiden25]

When there finally free

No one owns u even when u belong to someone

Steven universe audio

I wish they did more bismuth x perl

[messymoonmad]

So what did Poseidon get amphitrite for Valentine’s Day? (If he remembered that is)

And I would ask id Hades remembered to get Persephone anything but i already know he got her the perfect Valentine’s day gift, and Persephone got hades a great Valentine’s day gift too, because they are truly #couplesgoals

Hades took a day off to take care of persephone cause nothing is more valuable than the time they spend together ❤️ + he got her her favorite things too

Amphitrite is cool she pretends she doesn't care about Valentine's day but she waited all day for poseidon to come home and show her some love.... until he did get home soaking wet with some precious perls he just got himself and her favorite deep sea corals 🪸💙

[arctic-blade]

Perle的魔女手札 on X: "#ダンジョン飯 第21話の二原参加しております！楽しみしてください。よろしくお願いします！ I did nigen for ep21 of Dungeon Meshi! Thank you so much! https://t.co/zRKtk7TMH6" / X

[jutenium]

Okay so basically this is JJBA and Ace Attorney crossover idea that stuck in my mind very hard

WHAT IF THE BEST CHAOTIC GOOD CHARACTERS MET!?!? UGHHHH CAN'T STOP THINKING

Just imagine how much in common Maya and Okuyasu have: (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ACE ATTORNEY TRILOGY!!!)

🤝To lose an elder sibling, the only adult who cared about you, but to gain the most reliable friendship in your life

🤝Their last living family member tried to kill them (Okuyasu's brother and technically Maya's ant and OMG the evil spirit of her cousin Dahlia in her mother's body-- THAT'S TERRIBLE)(i know that there is also Okuyasu's father and Maya's little cousin Perl, but it's still terrible)

🤝THEIR LAST LIVING RELATIVES ARE TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER (Keicho tries to kill their father, and Maya's ant and newly discovered cousins are directly related to the murder of Maya's mother GOD, THIS IS AWFUL I'M FEELING SO BAD FOR THEM my poor little meows meows😭😭)

🤝TO GO THROUGH EVERYTHING IN LIFE AND SEE ALL KINDS OF SHIT BUT TO KEEP SHINING

🤝The two sweetest suns in the universes that could ever interact

🤝One of them is often mistaken for a criminal, and the other IS a criminal (MAYA DID NOTHING WRONG well except maybe robbing Phoenix's wallet, but even that could be considered almost consensual)(I'll describe this in more detail in the next part, with the interaction between Phoenix and Josuke)

🤝Hc on Okuyasu who can see ghosts after almost dying🤝Maya the medium

AND WHAT IF MAYA COULD CHANNEL THE KEICHO'S SPIRIT SO THAT OKUYASU COULD TALK TO HIM FOR A WHILE:

And of course...

🤝LOVE FOR GOOD ITALIAN RESTAURANTS WITH PRETTY ITALIAN CHEFS (well, one of is an impostor but that's not important)

"DELICIOUS!!"

"I told ya!!"

[eloquentcoconut]

TWST: 🤔 What Would They Name Their Child?

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it's the infamous High School baby project

TWST does not care about verbs/nouns/gender when it comes to names, I'm only going to do 1 'gender neutral' name (in theory), in twst fashion. For instance, a boy has an equal chance of being named Sarah, Kart, or John and vice-versa for a girl. I'll be using a randomizer for the gender and number of children, you can decide on what gender the baby is (unless you comment which character(s) you'd like to know.)

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🌹Heartslabyul

🌹 Ace - Stariya nn: Ari

If Thorn's eyes just so happen to match the name (starry) that's between Ace and himself. I just made up the name ^ ace/star are like synonyms.

🌹Deuce - Dawner

Dylla, Deuce, might as well have another 'D' name. I tried to make dawn sound more unique. Dawn represents 'new beginnings' since Deuce would want to leave that rebel past behind and step up to father a bag of flour.

🌹 Trey - Blithe

Trey and Blithe are both word names where I feel they're both so in use they don't conjure up an image. Blithe means happy/joyful. When scrolling through baby name websites I did see 'Almond and 'Nachos' listed, I need you to know this.

🌹 Cater - Dice nn: Icy

When making this I realized the characters aren't exactly named after games, sorry Uno, Scrabble, and Yahtzee - but parts of it, so Dice.

🌹 Riddle - Bridge

The card game bridge, he so would, but also a reference of Um from Umbridge. 'Rule' was listed as a baby name I--

🐾Savanaclaw

🐾 Leona - Folasade nn: Sade

(Based off my fav singer Sade ♡) I think Leona would like the meaning 'honor earns a crown; rule with nobility'

🐾 Ruggie - Junior

Thorn and Ruggie could not agree on a name - no the baby isn't Thorn jr or Ruggie jr, they're just Junior. Ruggie's name is a joke about his rugged life right? If he was based on a carpet his child could be Matti.

🐾 Jack - Gabrielle nn: Brielle/Gibby

Jack is one of few characters that has a common/average name - the child will need this stability in a place like twst! He's also a serious guy so it would be impossible to get him to agree on any name trends like alternate spellings/locations/words etc. Thorn finds a loophole with nicknames.

🌊 Octavinelle

Azul - Seren and Perle

I changed the spelling of 'pearl' and I keep debating if I should have or not. Seren is pretty close to siren, these names sound mermaid-y.

Jade - Nori

From the character Nori in Barbie Mermaidia, I think it means seaweed. Jade was nice enough to let Thorn pick out the name, and Thorn went for the first fictional mermaid that came to mind.

Floyd - Nike

Names from sneaker brands you could use as baby names and no on would know: Nike, Chuck, Chelsea, Taylor, Jordan, Mary Jane, Croc, etc.

💜 Pomefiore

💜 Vil - Liesel, Eden, and Hansl

I don't think Vil would be one of those celebrities parents that have all their children have the same initial, unique spellings, or invent names, or maybe he would? You know what? Having a common name would be a celeb niche in twst, he did not beat those allegations.

💜 Rook - Giselle

Is Rook French? bc I feel like he just uses French bc its trendy - he'd still pick a French/French influenced name though. Giselle is from the ballet 'Gisele' its romantic/dramatic/dark (quite sad really.)

💜 Epel - Ruby, Opal, and Jona

Part 2 of names from apples you could use and nobody would know: Crispin, Jonathan, Gala, Ruby, Opal, Ambrosia, Autumn, Rose, Granny, etc. When I realized I could make all their names 4 letters I had to take that opportunity.

🦜 Scarabia

🦜 Kalim - Salim

Derived from the Arabic expression 'salima' which points to something 'safe' and 'sound' Salim means peaceful/safe.

🦜 Jamil - Rana

Rana has so many meanings from around the world, in Arabic it means 'eye-catching' or 'beautiful' and in Sanksrit it means 'king/nobility'

🦋 Ignihyde

Idia - Raiden, Kaeya, Haruhi

There's no way Idia isn't naming his kids, real or not, after his fav characters. I settled on these names bc I was tired of thinking 😭he's a gamer and otaku and I could not think of anything niche or any deep cuts, they're all from Genshin Impact or OHSHC, lets face it, Idia wouldn't like the mainstream anything. Thorn was just trying to save these kids from a 'Bakugou Johnson' situation.

🍵 Diasominia

Malleus - Maenight and Twillian

(I invented these names part 2) Maenight is meadow + midnight bc no child of Malleus is mid 😤 and Twillian is twilight + lillian. Both kids are named after their parents initial and hobby: nature/night walks

Lilia - Garnet and Dove

Lilia has interesting naming conventions (Silver), so I tried to apply that here. Let's say child one has his eyes, so garnet, and child two has a calm demeanor, so dove.

Sebek - Amoret and Evermore nn: Ami and Ever

Sebek and Thorn have a book club so they'd pick literary names. Amoret is a character from the epic poem 'The Faerie Queene' by Edmund Spenser, and I think Sebek would like it. Evermore is from 'The Raven' a narrative poem by Edgar Allen Poe (there's a raven character that repeats evermore/nevermore) BUT if thats too dark there's also the Taylor Swift song 'Evermore' (which I feel has inspiration from 'The Raven')

Silver - Aurelia

Aurelia means gold, but I was trying to have Thorn and Silver apply their own meanings, aurora + starlight = aurelia. (Named after how their parents' eye colors are described)

☁️ Misc.

Neige - Chanson nn: Channing

'Chason' is the French word for 'song'. And if there's one thing disney princesses do is sing (also how Neige and Thorn met.)

Che'nya - Artemis-Alchemis nn: Emi

Che'nya's name is either written as Alchemi Alchemivich Pinka or Artemi Artemiyevich Pinker - as a nod to this naming convention you get the best of both worlds!

Rollo - Genesis nn: Gene/Genie

(C'mon it was right there! Okay I'll stop-- but ya this name is like an upscale Hope/Faith/new beginngings)

Skully - Noa and Iona

The way this man probably would have done a 'Jack and Spare Jack'

Thorn convinces him to just use the letters from 'Jack Skellington.' You can get a lot of names out of that ^ : Stella, Jackie, Jace, Ione, Ellis, Cat, Jane, etc.

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(Should Ortho + side characters be included? Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see anyone else!)

[elfboyeros]

The Witch's Library

🚨Stories in this series contain suggestive/triggering themes [Abuse, Stalking, etc.] where there are warnings on the post this is an extra warning if you wish not to engage with this series I completely understand.

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“—So wait a second,” Odette huffs as she, Margo, Venus, Delphin, and Henriette sit at that kitchen table. “You’re telling us there is an evil old man that’s been trying to kidnap us since we were born?!”

“It seems like it,” Delphin mutters, “and none of us realized until about 8 months ago.”

“8 months would have been June,” Margo mumbles, “So Gustave has been putting in more effort since we turned 18.”

Odette clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, “Gustave, of course, he’s a fucking Frenchmen.”

“Birdie,” Belladonna sighed.

“What! Can I not be angry?” Odette huffs, “Some disgusting… pedophile has been obsessed with us since we were born!”

“I think the correct term would be ephebophile,” Margo mutters.

“HE’S A FUCKING FREAK!” Odette shouts before hearing the front door open and close.

Belladonna jumps up from her seat and makes her way to the front door, “Wilhelm,” she sighs, running to Wilhem and quickly checking him for injuries before hugging him.

“I’m alright, mein Schwan,” he sighs, with his arms tightly around her waist, “Did you think a man like Peregrine would be the end of me?”

“Of course not, but I can still worry,” she coos.

Margo pokes her head into the hallway, and Odette leans against the archway to the kitchen as Wilhelm places his coat on the rack near the door, “Are you okay, Daddy,” Margo asks.

“I’m alright, Perle.”

“Can I get my car keys back?” Odette asks.

“No,” Wilhelm states firmly.

“What the hell, dude?! I have done nothing wrong, and you are taking my keys away!” Odette complains.

“This isn’t a punishment, dude,” Wilhelm mocks, entering the kitchen, “This is for your safety if you aren’t going to tell anyone where you are going –even if you are an adult—I’m keeping all the car keeps away from you.”

“So, it is a punishment!” Odette scoffs with her arms crossed.

“Call it whatever you like, Odette; it’s not going to make me give you back your car keys,” Wilhelm taunts back, sitting down at the head of the table.

“Feels like home,” Venus mutters to Delphin, making him choke on his water.

Wilhelm rubs his temples before remarking, “Tomorrow, we are going to the Witch’s Library. Hopefully, they will have anything on Gustave to help us.”

“And if they don’t,” Delphin asks.

Wilhelm sighs, only letting his body relax when he feels Belladonna’s hands on his shoulders, “We’ll have to use all the knowledge we have to end his life,” Wilhelm answers, “Whether it will work or not.”

There is this heaviness that persists throughout dinner. No one wants to talk about what is most prevalent, and asking get-to-know questions of Henriette didn’t help alleviate that heaviness. Even after dinner, when everyone was winding down when everyone was heading to their rooms, the air was still thick.

“Huh?” Henriette croaked as she entered the spare bedroom in the Con Vester home, seeing Delphin removing his jacket and hanging off the bedpost. “Uh… Mrs. Con Vester,” the young woman utters before the vampiric woman starts up the stairs.

“Belladonna,” she replies in a singsongy voice, approaching the young werewolf, “What is the matter, sweetheart?”

“Do—do you have an extra room?” Henriette asks.

“Is there something wrong with this one?”

“No, no, beautiful room, a lovely room, just… Uh…I—”

Belladonna hummed and nodded, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry we don’t have any more spare rooms; you and Delphin have to share.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Con Vester. Goodnight,” Henriette sighs, a bit defeated.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Belladonna retorts, walking back to the staircase, “And call me Belladonna, please!”

“She’s lying,” Delphin mutters once Henriette enters the guest bedroom once again, “Wilhelm filled his house with rooms upon rooms before he even knew he would spend his life with anyone.”

“Belladonna is sweet, I doubt—”

“Belladonna schemes,” Delphin scoffs, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Henriette furrowed her brow, “No, don’t do that,” she muttered, “The bed is big enough to share.”

The change from dusk to dawn is quiet, breakfast is short, and after a quick bye to Aphrodite, as she goes to run errands, everyone is in one of Wilhelm’s beloved classic cars. “Mr. Con Vester?” Henriette asks from the backseat, “Why would the witches have any information on vampires?”

“Well, Mrs. Le Doux,” Wilhelm began, “Witches have always had a talent for keeping information guarded. Their spells, the things they have seen, the things they have heard. Witch libraries are not only a collection of classic literature but also a sanctuary for information on the supernatural and the magical. Thanks to the witches that have convened here in Romania over the years, we have one of the largest witch libraries in the world.”

“I think there used to be one in New Orleans, didn’t there?” asks Belladonna.

Wilhelm thought for a moment, “Yes. However, in the 1930s, the library was destroyed by fire. I think they relocated, but I don’t remember where,” He answers before the car comes to a stop.

The building they parked in front of bears a strong resemblance to an old church. Gothic architecture and open doors; however, there is no religious imagery covering the large building. Multiple women could be seen standing in the entrance hall from the sidewalk, all dressed in shades of black, with most of them wearing dresses that had a distinctly gothic look.

One of the witches, peach skin with milk-white splotches and brown hair, turns away to look outside the main doors as if she could feel a shift in the wind, eyes widening before grabbing the shoulder of the dark-skinned blonde witch next to her.

“Marjorie! Marjorie!”

Marjorie narrowed her aqua-colored eyes at the woman beside her, “Eleanor, we are in the middle of a conversation!”

“This is better than our conversation, look!”

The other witches rolled their eyes at one another as Marjorie turned around to look outside, seeing The Con Vesters and The Le Douxs approaching the library. “Mrs. and Mr. Con Vester!” Eleanor remarks, waving her eyes, which are kind, one white and one green, like grass.

“What can we help you all with today?” Marjorie asks, with a smile, as the group gets close and the other witches disperse.

“The girls are searching for some vampiric information,” Wilhelm answers.

“You’re not coming in with us?” Ask Margo.

“I have a hunch I want to follow,” He replies, smiling at his daughter before turning to Belladonna, who was giving him a: where do you think you’re going stare. “If vampires are traveling here to get the girls, they would need some place to get blood, wouldn’t you agree?” He quietly remarks.

Belladonna nods, looking past him to glance at Delphin, who was hanging back with his sister and his wife, staring at the library and observing the architecture. “Take Delphin with you. Maybe you can learn about the relationship he has with Henriette.”

“So, you are already scheming,” Wilhelm chuckles, kissing her cheek as a goodbye.

She shrugs with a smirk, “It’s what I do best.”

Wilhelm turned to leave. “Delphin, come on,” he called before the young werewolf man looked at him in confusion. “I need extra strength where I'm going.”

Delphin shrugged Venus and Henriette before following Wilhelm to the car, “I see how it is,” an elderly woman’s voice remarked, making Wilhelm freeze and turn back around, seeing an elderly witch in a long black dress and a large magenta shawl emerge from behind Eleanor and Marjorie. Pale purple eyes narrowed at the old vampire man, a smirk across her lips while her short light pink hair reached her chin, “Wilhelm Con Vester, leaving once again before saying hello.”

“You know that is fair from the truth,” Wilhelm retorts.

“I’m still not hearing a hello.”

“Hello, Winifred,” he chuckles, “Now, may I leave?”

“Fine,” Winifred laughed, “We’ll take good care of your girls.”

“Thank you,” Wilhelm remarks, walking to his car, “I’ll be back soon.”

Exchanging verbal goodbyes, Wilhelm drove off with Delphin in tow while Winifred, Eleanor, and Marjorie gave all their attention to Belladonna, Henriette, Margo, Odette, and Venus. “It is rather odd that you have come to us for information on vampires,” Winifred remarks, guiding them through the halls of the library. “Wilhelm is one of the oldest vampires to exist.”

“And he’s actually liked,” Eleanor comments.

Belladonna let out a slight giggle before replying, “We are looking for information on a single vampire, Gustave Batezatu.”

“Mhm Batezatu,” Winifred hums, “Yet again, I am surprised. I would think Wilhelm would have met him in his many years of living.”

“He says he knows nothing about him,” Belladonna retorts, “Only of him.”

“Gustave is a vampire from the 13th century,” Marjorie began to recite, “About 60 decades younger than Dracula, they were turned around the same time, some even say by the same person.”

“Remarked as mean and violent, many say if you are faced with his tall stature and large point teeth, you better have the running skills of a track Olympian,” Eleanor adds before hissing like a vampire with her hands up as if she were acting like a bear.

Winifred opens the large wooden doors to a library wing, bookshelves upon bookshelves even filling a lofted area, rows of large tables, “Our archives of vampirism and lycanthropy here. You girls are free to roam and view whatever you look,” the elder witch remarks before turning to Belladonna, “I can only assume you are searching for information on someone like Batezatu is because you all are in danger.”

Belladonna looked toward Margo and Odette as they ventured into the library with Henriette, Eleanor, Marjorie, and Venus, “Yes, ma’am.”

“We don’t have much on specific individuals when it comes to vampires. However, I do hope we can help,” Winifred replies, “Vampires on the bottom, Werewolves on the top in the loft.” She smiles at Belladonna, “I have to go babysit.”

“Have a nice day, Winnie,” Belladonna calls as Winifred walks away before entering the library nook with everyone else.

With the girls searching for answers in the Witch’s Library, Wilhelm and Delphin drove, “Where are we going?” Delphin asks.

“The blood bank; I have a feeling some of Gustave’s henchmen have gone through the doctor who owns the bank to get blood,” Wilhelm answers. “Find where they are. Find where Gustave is.”

Delphin hums, staring out the window, “How are you enjoying being married?” Wilhelm asks.

“It’s only been a few months,” Delphin sighed, “We haven’t had much time to be alone; we have only been in the swamp manor for like 2 months, and even then, I’m barely home.”

“Belladonna thinks you two haven’t been sleeping together,” Wilhelm comments.

Delphin opens his mouth as if to fight back. However, he sighs, “We haven’t been. Last night was the first time because Belladonna forced us to.”

Wilhelm hums, “Do you love her son?”

“I do,” Delphin admits rather quickly, “I wouldn’t have married her if I didn’t. I just—I—urgh—Having to take over Dad’s place has just fucked my shit up. I’ve known Henriette for years since we were kids, and now I feel like I don’t know her because I never get the chance to talk to her! I don’t know myself; I’m always tired and angry, I just want to spend time with my wife, having fucking dinner with her, and I never can because I’m never home! I haven’t even told her I love her, grah!”

Delphin sat in the passenger seat with his head between his knees, “I’m starting to think I scare her sometimes.”

“Oh please,” Wilhelm scoffs, “She may be an anxious young woman, but once she is aware and secure of her sourcing, her high intelligence shines.”

Delphin thinks back to before he left home. Even though she was anxious about trying to physically stop him from leaving, she was very assertive about accompanying him to Romania.

“You’re right,” Delphin sighs, “But why doesn’t she talk to me?”

“She understands the pressure and stress you are under; she is just trying to keep her distance,” Wilhelm explains, “Or only one could assume.”

“How is love so simple for you and Belladonna?”

Wilhelm let out a laugh. “I don’t rightfully know,” he admits, as his car comes to a stop, “even if I did know that the way individuals love one another is different. You know how to treat a woman in kind, and that’s all you must do.”

“It can’t be that simple,” Delphin remarks as Wilhem gets out of the car.

“It is the simplest part of the concept of love,” the elderly vampire comments, “Come on, son.”

Both men enter the small blood bank in the middle of Romania. The young receptionist is instantly nervous upon seeing two large men enter the business. “Is he in?” Wilhelm asks the woman, pointing his cane toward the closed office door.

The woman let out a squeaky hum while nodding before Wilhelm barged into the small office where an older man in a lab coat sat at a large desk, “Mr. Con Vester, what I surprise—Oh no, he can’t be in here.”

“Adam, I don’t have time for your bigotry!” Wilhelm remarked, “I need to see a list of the vampires that have visited you in the last 8 months.”

“Wilhelm, I can’t just give that information, no matter how powerful you are,” Adam replies, giving a hash side eye to Delphin.  

“Look, man, this is important; we need those lists,” Delphin adds with his arms crossed.

“I don’t have to give out individual medical documentation to random civilians,” Adam says, narrowing his eyes at Delphin.

“This a blood bank; no one has come here for medical care,” Delphin huffs.

“You're not a lawyer anymore, Wilhelm. You haven’t been for a while, and even if you were, I am under no obligation to do anything you ask me to,” Adam comments smugly, “and I won’t.”

Wilhelm sighs, looking at the long side table under the large window in the office, where the surface is covered in pictures of Adam’s family and other decorative trinkets. “You’re right,” he mutters before taking his cane and swinging it across the desk as if it were a baseball bat.

“JESUS CHRIST!”

“I’ve about had it, ya' know. I’ve killed more people in the past 3 days than I have in the last 18 years, and I don’t mind adding you to that list, Adam,” Wilhelm admits before smashing his cane atop a picture frame on Adam’s desk. “Now you either give me the names of the vampires that have been here in the last 8 months, or I’ll break more than just your shit.”

“Alright, alright!” Adam shrieked, jumping up and running to his filing cabinet.

Whilst Delphin watched Wilhelm control a man by the sheer idea of fear, Belladonna, Margo Odette, Henriette, and Venus combed through books with Eleanor and Marjorie’s assistance.

The teens and the witches remained at the table they had settled on while Henriette ventured into the loft to research her heritage for a brief break from the gruesome readings on vampiric history.

“I see you have found something to read,” Belladonna remarks as she approaches the top of the loft.

Henriette hums, “I’m surprised there's so much on my family,” she remarks.

“I have found that werewolves are more open to sharing their history and legacy with the world than vampires,” Belladonna comments, settling next to Henriette.

“Would you ever share stories of your life with the world?”

“Wilhelm might,” Belladonna answers, “Are you enjoying married life with Delphin.”

“It’s… it’s different,” Henriette mutters.

“Different good or bad?”

Henriette thinks for a moment, “He’s under a lot of pressure… we haven’t had a lot of time to dedicate to our relationship.”

Belladonna hums, “I am afraid of doing anything that might make things difficult for him,” Henriette admits, “So I’ve kept my distance. He loves me, but I know I can easily get in his way.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Belladonna coos, “Everything will work itself out.”

“I hope it’s soon,” Henriette sighs.

Belladonna opened her mouth to offer words of encouragement; however, Odette yelling, “Momma, come look!” grabbed her attention.

Once Belladonna and Henriette had made it to the area, the girls were sitting, Margo had an old thick book in front of her, “Insatiable Hunger is a rare vampiric ability that acts more like a curse; vampires affected by insatiable hunger are never be satiated by anything but pure vampiric blood,” Margo read out loud.

“There have been countless rumors that Gustave has made deals with vampires that have had pure vampiric children to have them when they are of age so he can have their blood,” Marjorie informs.

“Wilhelm does have a reputation for hating vampiric society. Maybe Gustave knew that he could only get the girls force,” Eleanor adds.

“It is very plausible,” Wilhelm huffs, entering the room with Delphin not that far behind him, “More than plausible, actually, it is more than rumor; I believe it is confirmed.”

“Were you successful?” Asks Belladonna.

“Very,” he sighs, “I’ll deal with them tomorrow. We know where his pawns are; we know why he wants the girls. Let’s go home and reassess."

“Excellent idea,” Belladonna replies before everyone begins to file out.

Delphin grabs Henriette’s hand, leaving them alone. “Henriette,” he says her name quietly, making it carry a soft tone. “You know I love you, right?”

Her cheeks heat up, hearing him admit his feelings even though she’s been aware of them for years; nevertheless, she nods, “Of course,” she mutters.

“And you know I’m not just saying that,” he continues, “I really love you, doll, like really love you. I know I haven’t been present, but I really need you to know that I love you.”

“Delphin, I know,” Henriette reassures, “I love you too.”

There’s a little ping in his chest that makes his whole body heat up as he just stares at her in kind, “DELPHIN, HURRY YOUR ASS UP,” Venus yelled from down the hall.

“Venus! You’re in a library, keep your voice down!”

“Make out with your wife at another time, you're in a library,” Venus retorts before racing down the hallway toward the exit with her brother chasing down.

Once back at the Con Vester home, upon exiting the vehicle, Aphrodite comes out of the house standing on the porch, looking uncharacteristically anxious, “Aphrodite, what's wrong?” asks Belladonna.

“There is a man in the backyard,” she says.

“A man?” Wilhelm questions, following her into the house.

“He’s very tall, with really dark red hair, dressed in black, pale, very clearly a vampire,” Aphrodite informs as she follows him to the sunroom with everyone else not too far behind, “I have no clue how he got in or even to the backyard, I just got home!”

Wilhelm’s eyes widen just by seeing the back of the man’s head, “Aphrodite, get your shotgun and find a clean shot, now!”

“Wilhelm?” Belladonna asks, “What are you doing?”

“Daddy?” Odette questions.

“What’s going on, Wilhelm?” Delphin asks.

He doesn’t answer any of them rather, he exits the sunroom and descends to the back pouch to face the man in his backyard.

“Who is that?” Venus asks, looking to her brother and Belladonna for any sort of answer.

“That’s Gustave,” Margo croaks.

Standing a menacing 6’9, he faces Wilhelm with blood-red eyes covered by retro shades, a dark overcoat open to display his black button-up shirt and wine-red pants, his pale lips with the faded stain of blood for color hold a wicked smirk as he stares down at Wilhelm, looking passed him to look into the house and laying his eyes on the very scared twins Margo and Odette.

“Hello, Mr. Con Vester,” He laughs.