#r: escapism through devotion

[velvetpantylines]

Imagine your f/o, flushed and desperate, fucking you so sweetly, so tenderly. Completely wrapped up in you, they whisper sweet things between pants and moans, occasionally slipping into a language you don’t speak. Though you don’t understand their words, you understand their tone, fervent and tender, honey sweet and filled with a deep longing .

Pr.oship / co.mship do not touch this post

[hazeism]

Hi!! Since pocketwei just recommended a bunch of your fics, I just wanted to tell you that I think you're the gold standard of dofuwani and mishanks on AO3. Actual inspiration. I need to sit down and devote a day to commenting on your fics because I've read most of them and your writing lives in my head rent free.

AOADFDUKIDUFLJ ??!!!! HOW DO I EVEN RESPOND TO THIS AAAHHA. "the gold standard" aahhadufdgu what the hell, dudedfkdufj. Thank you thank you!!

^^ Live Haze Reaction

Please don't feel like you have to leave any comments or anything, it already means the world to me that you took the time to read my writing, and be so fair and generous with it, (eyes glazing over, maniacal air) bringing it to life inside of you by considering it and letting yourself think about it (normal again), aaaahhaa it makes me so sentimental. We are alive !!!!

That said, of course, I'd be happy to hear anything you want to share in the form of a comment (getting the emaail is like a syringe to the spine for me), but don't overthink it or feel pressured to comment on everything or share in utter Platonic eloquence, blah blah. Just whatever you feel like saying, long or short, critical or flattering, observational or analytical or reactive, or even just an emoticon, it's all good!

(I suppose, too, it doesn't really matter whether you'd like to share them with me in particular--sometimes it's nice to give fixed form to your thoughts, and know they're worth that effort, so there's your explicit permission to simply use my comment sections as a medium to prove you exist, haha.)

but um. tldr. thank you! one million kisses.

[thedeadthree]

SÉRËDHIEL ALMÁRËA ALFIRIN Lady of Mordor + STYLE

👗 + sérëdhiel asked by the dear @noonfaerie

moodboard asks

[blood-teeth]

E N T E R T H E L A B Y R I N T H

In the Labyrinth, they talk of gods.

They whisper between their fingers and sweeten their breath with the tales of titans of old who once stood so tall that a single breath would cause earth-tremors, their steps reshaping the ground trod beneath them. Their fingers were the tools that smoothed the mountains into points, shaped and carved the ridges and valleys in between. If you hike far enough, one woman claims, if you travel to a point where the oxygen is thin and your vision blacks, you can make out a partial print against the mountainside. You can run your own fingers along its length and still feel the titan’s warmth as if his palm were pressed right against yours.

The woman says, It is a thing of worship. It is a thing of devotion.

In the Labyrinth, they ask you to make you make your body anew before the King of the High Hills. They say that you are alive because you must suffer for the life and love of the Lord, that you must open your body and let him lick along your flesh so that he may taste the endlessness of his perpetual reign.

In the Labyrinth, there is no escape from his touch.

“You have a heavy burden upon you,” the headmaster was saying, teeth and eyes all a glitter under the amber cast candles. “I am not unsympathetic to the arduous path ahead of you—but please understand that this suffering must be experienced for the longevity of the king, for the beautiful life ahead of him. Only he is the one who can shed mortality and raise to the gods, because he is the only one strong enough, courageous enough, to count the cost of living forever. You must succeed where others have failed. You, this class, this is our last chance to mend what has been made broken. You must. You must.”

The Mouths of Elysium is a dark-academia fantasy created with Twine where your choices matter to the story. You live inside the Labyrinth, a maze that hates to become known with walls and paths that change every hour. The center of the Labyrinth sits a university that has been there since the beginning of time; its only purpose is to recruit students who can solve the puzzle of life, who can create an elixir that would allow the King of the High Hills to live past the length of forever. Failure means a fate worse than death.

You are one of those students.

Althea Callaghan - You know her in death. She has been the taste of rot against your tongue, the anger and hurt in your palms. You see the nice, beautiful lines of her teeth and become a creature of grief unfolding unto yourself. Debase yourself with the fervent want of her. Bend at your waist and beg for forgiveness.

You hate her. You want to watch her bleed. She feels the exact same about you, but what she doesn't know is that every waking moment of your life is dedicated to her.

The Princess/Prince - The forgotten child of the throne. The 405th child of His glorious reign. Divinity runs through their veins, the heir to so much power, but they will never see themselves rule the unforgiving landscape of the Labyrinth. Their fate is to die and be buried amongst the endless graves of their dead brothers and sisters. They must do this so the King may live forever.

A fully customizable MC including gender, appearance, and sexuality

A landscape of horror. A landscape that hates you and everyone who might try to understand it. Go beyond the walls and be witness to a reality worse than death

Key choices that will influence your game and experience. Will you succeed or fail?

Learn what it means to be forgiven. Learn what it means to suffer. Become devotion. Become loyalty. Make your body anew before the King of the High Hills

DEMO : TBA (coming soon)

[hanlimz]

[midnight thoughts: enha + late night love]

synopsis: late night scenarios with enha :,) pairing: ot7 x gn!reader genre/warnings: soft soft soft / none that i know of! wc: ~0.8k a/n: very short return before my break ends! so sorry i’ve kept everyone waiting (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) i’ve had writer’s block for ages now so this took a lot out of me :// / i hope you all enjoy tho, pls tell me what you think! (sunjaywon’s r my faves but i love hee’s too)

heeseung never lets you close your eyes before he receives his good night kiss. the cool, night air rustles the leaves to create a midnight symphony while his voice accompanies their song. melodious and gentle, the symphony lulls you into a cloudy, fatigued daze. exhaustion seeps into the marrow of your bones, and you’re about the give into its insistence when heeseung whispers your name. it’s quiet and sweet and ever so slightly desperate. there’s a plea in his beautiful, brown eyes; kiss me before you go, they say. you shoot him a dazzling smile, and heeseung falls asleep with the taste of you on his lips.

jongseong adores the fact that you save a spot for him in the bed. tending to leave early and come home late, he always tells you not to wait up for him, so he doesn’t mind when he finds you sleeping. in fact, he prefers it. as the warm air envelops his body and he rids himself of his work clothes, jongseong slips under the covers and slots himself against your body in the space you left for him. the choice is unconscious; as is the way your hands reach for him through slumber, but he appreciates it nevertheless. before submitting to sleep, he presses countless kisses to the palms of your hands. holding them to his heart, jongseong hopes you can feel how it beats for you.

jake is never not cuddled into your side, listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart. ever the romantic, he weaves the measured thumping into a poem of love, of longing, of devotion. jake counts until his brain becomes muddled with thoughts of you; the joy you bring to his life, the way your smile manages to warm his heart, your endless adoration and care for him. as your body thrums beneath the weight of his, jake feels more alive than ever. your fingers trace the peaks and valleys of his soft face, pausing when you get to his plump lips to commit them to memory. it is in quiet moments like these that jake realizes you are his forever.

sunghoon finds the way you drool a bit in your sleep incredibly endearing. though he curses this wall of restlessness that prevents him from the same slumber you partake in, he is thankful for you. as the moon streams in from the blinds, the light illuminates a peculiarly charming puddle that has collected at the base of your pillow. it should be gross, and he should turn up his nose at you; but, sunghoon can’t find even a modicum of distaste in his mind. instead, he swipes at the stream falling from your mouth and giggles to himself. craning his neck, sunghoon places a tender kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes and settling back in. no matter what, it says, i love you all the same.

sunoo talks your ear off before the familiar wave of exhaustion creeps up on him. by the time his voice grows tired and his eyelids become heavy, he has split your sides with peals of uncontrollable laughter. the two of you have swapped more stories and shared more kisses than you think you ever have, and sunoo doesn’t want to give in. sleep threatens to overtake him, and he fights for as long as he can. it isn’t until you caress his cheek with a soft hand and whisper an ‘i love you’ that he closes his weary eyes. sunoo falls asleep with the ghost of a smile of his lips and the promise of tomorrow in his heart.

jungwon falls asleep to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. from the sighs escaping his bitten lips to all the tension he carries in his broad shoulders, you know it has been a hard day. upon seeing your open arms, jungwon falls into them with a huff; tears threaten to spill from his pretty, round eyes as he feels your muscles ripple against his. silent and warm, your lover cherishes you like diamonds and keeps you like a promise. as the tips of your fingers traces patterns along the nape of his neck and he slips into his dreams, jungwon lets you care for him, and you let him know he is loved.

riki won’t let you get up after you’ve chosen to lie down with him. with his long limbs and deceptively lean frame, it’s a game where he always manages to have the upper hand. you don’t mind, however, because riki is soft; he is gentle and kind and good. the way in which he envelops your body makes you feel safe. his touch is warm like the tender sunrise of a spring day, and his voice is enchanting as it mimics that of a summer breeze—thick and husky, but not heavy. riki won’t let you get up because, deep down, he’s afraid you will disappear. so, you hold him tighter and hope he knows that you would never leave.

[xtra7s]

𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader

Synopsis: Billie had a bad day at an event and decided to let off some steam on Y/N.

Content: dom!billie, sub!r, strap-on, bil referred to the strap as her dick, fingering, aggressive sex, AFTERCAREEEE<3333

Word Count: 2.2k

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Billie walked into her house and slammed the door, throwing her keys on the side table and rushing her shoes off.

She stood there for a moment, letting the weight of the day sink in, her mind still replaying the endless stream of demands from her boss. The stress had become suffocating lately, squeezing the joy out of every waking moment. With a sigh, she made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. As the velvety liquid embraced her taste buds, a sense of calm washed over her.

Lost in her thoughts, Billie's gaze wandered outside, where the sun cast its final rays upon the world. A glimmer of nostalgia flickered within her as she remembered her childhood days spent chasing fireflies beneath these very trees. Their gentle glow had always been a source of comfort, a reminder that magic existed even in the darkest nights.

Driven by a sudden impulse, Billie set down her glass and stepped out onto her porch. The air was still and carried a fragrance of wildflowers that danced with the evening breeze.

Y/N walks out behind Billie, wrapping her arms around Billie, and places her head on her neck. "rough day?" Y/N murmured, holding Billie while keeping her eyes on the scenery in front of her.

Billie leaned into Y/N's embrace, finding solace in the warmth of their touch. She sighed, her tension slowly melting away in the safety of their arms. With her eyes still fixed on the horizon, she nodded softly.

"Yeah," Billie whispered, her voice tinged with weariness. "Just one of those days where everything feels like it's closing in on me."

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of Billie's neck, their lips brushing against the soft curve of skin. "I'm here for you," they murmured, their words carrying a soothing reassurance that washed over Billie like a balm.

A soft smile played on Billie's lips as she turned to face Y/N. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, she found an unspoken understanding that bespoke a love deeper than any words could convey. With a surge of gratitude, she wrapped her arms around Y/N, holding them tightly.

Billie grabbed Y/N's waist softly, kissing her gently. Billie grabs Y/N's hand and leads her inside to their bedroom, sitting down on the bed and pulling Y/N onto her lap.

Y/N straddled Billie's lap, their bodies melding together in an intimate embrace. Their kisses grew deeper, fueled by a hunger born from the desire to escape the weight of the world outside those four walls. In this sacred space, they could surrender to the love that bound them, seeking solace in each other's arms.

As their clothes fell away, piece by piece, the room filled with their shared gasps and sighs. Skin met skin, igniting a fire that burned away the remnants of stress and exhaustion. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and tenderness. With every touch, they whispered promises of love and devotion, building a sanctuary of pleasure where they could both find refuge.

Time became irrelevant as they lost themselves in this sacred union. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, mapping out the secret places that held untold pleasure. Soft moans mingled with gentle laughter as they reveled in the joy of their connection.

Billie held Y/N as she brought a hand down to Y/N's pussy, teasing her while kissing and sucking on Y/N's neck. Her fingers glided over the soft skin, barely touching the wet folds of her desire. Y/N let out a soft moan as Billie's other hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The heat from Y/N's body seemed to radiate through her hand, fueling the passion that was building between them.

Y/N gripped her hand tighter, their eyes locked in an intense stare as the tension between them reached a fever pitch.

Billie's movements became more insistent as she continued to tease Y/N, her fingers lightly grazing her clit before pulling away just as she was about to find relief. Y/N let out a cry, her hips bucking against Billie's hand.

As Billie continued to tease Y/N, their breathing became ragged and their bodies began to tremble with anticipation. With a sudden shift, Billie flipped Y/N onto her back, hovering over her with a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked up at the beautiful woman above her, filled with a mixture of desire and surrender. Billie leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a heated kiss as her hands roamed over every inch of Y/N's body.

Her fingers danced along Y/N's skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She kissed down Y/N's neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin as she made her way to her chest. She took one perky nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before giving it a gentle bite.

Y/N moaned in pleasure, arching her back and pushing herself closer to Billie. Her hands tangled in Billie's hair as she guided her mouth to the other breast, wanting to feel that same sensation again.

Billie obliged, giving equal attention to each nipple until they were both swollen and sensitive. But she wasn't satisfied yet. Her hand trailed lower down Y/N's body until it reached the apex of her thighs.

She could feel how wet and ready Y/N was for her, and it only fueled her own desire. With a teasing touch, she slid one finger between Y/N's folds, earning a gasp from the woman beneath her.

But just as quickly as she had started, Billie pulled away with a playful smirk on her face. "Not yet," she whispered huskily before leaning back down to capture Y/N's lips once more.

Y/N whimpered in frustration but also felt herself becoming even more turned on by Billie's teasing game. She couldn't wait any longer – she needed release.

Billie slipped a finger into Y/N, her thumb expertly finding Y/N's clit and rubbing small circles that made Y/N's back arch at the contact. She left more marks littered on Y/N's neck, marking her territory as she continued to pleasure the woman beneath her.

Y/N moaned out in pleasure, her hands gripping onto Billie's back as she urged her to continue. Billie gladly obliged, increasing the speed of her movements and adding another finger inside of Y/N.

The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room along with their heavy breathing. The tension between them was thick and palpable, each touch and kiss sending shockwaves through their bodies.

As Billie continued to create a rhythm inside of Y/N, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge as well. But she held back, wanting to give Y/N all the pleasure first.

Y/N's moans became louder and more desperate, each one fueling Billie's desire even further. She added a third finger, making sure to hit all the right spots inside of Y/N.

And finally, with one final thrust of her fingers and a flick of her thumb, Y/N came undone beneath Billie. Her body shook with pleasure as she cried out Billie's name over and over again.

But instead of stopping there, Billie kept going – prolonging Y/N's orgasm as long as possible until she couldn't take it anymore. Then with one last kiss, she pulled away from Y/N not yet satisfied with how ruined Y/N is.

With a demanding but soft voice, Billie told Y/N to stay. Y/N couldn't help but obey, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm that Billie had just given her.

Billie walked over to her dresser and pulled out her strap-on. She attached it to her waist and walked back over to Y/N slowly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She could see the desire and need in Y/N's eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to fulfill every single one of those desires.

Billie climbed onto the bed, hovering over Y/N as she ran the tip of the strap on along Y/N's inner thighs. She could feel how slick and wet Y/N was already, making her own arousal grow even more.

Y/N whimpered at the teasing touch, wanting nothing more than for Billie to just take her already. But she knew that Billie loved to tease, and she loved it just as much.

Finally, Billie couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed Y/N's legs roughly, pulling Y/N's body closer to hers as she positioned herself between her legs.

Without warning, she drove the strap-on into Y/N's pussy with a force that made both of them gasp out in pleasure.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room along with their moans of pleasure. Each thrust brings them closer to their own release.

"Your pussy is taking my dick so fucking good mama" The words came out as a desperate gasp, tinged with a hint of primal pleasure. Billie's lips were hot against the soft skin of Y/N's thighs, biting down roughly as she lost herself in the intense sensation of their bodies moving together.

Every thrust was met with equal force, their passion building to a fever pitch as they surrendered to their desires. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, intensifying the raw intensity of their connection. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the overwhelming pleasure that consumed them both.

Billie could feel herself getting lost in the sensations and in the way that Y/N's body responded to hers. She gripped Y/N's hips tightly as she increased her pace, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

But soon enough, they both reached their climax – crying out each other's names as they rode out wave after wave of pleasure together.

Gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed onto the bed in a tangled mess. Billie's heart raced as she turned towards Y/N, pressing kisses along her neck and jaw, savoring the taste of her skin. With a satisfied sigh, Billie removed the strap from her harness and placed it on the bedside table, making a mental note to clean it later. "You did amazing, baby," she murmured against Y/N's lips, showering them with soft kisses.

As she stood up to grab a towel, Billie couldn't help but admire Y/N's flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. She grabbed a towel and began to wipe down both of their bodies, taking care not to miss a single spot. After slipping into a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt, Billie gently lifted Y/N's legs and pressed kisses to her ankles before sliding a pair of underwear onto her limbs with tenderness and care.

After cleaning up and dressing Y/N in comfortable panties, Billie couldn't help but admire how beautiful Y/N looked, even in the dimly lit room. She gently brushed a lock of hair out of Y/N's face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Lean up for me please, mama," she mumbled under her breath as she helped Y/N sit up against the headboard. She slipped a shirt over Y/N's head, smiling at how cute she looked in Billie's clothing.

"There you go," Billie said with a satisfied smile as she handed Y/N her glass of water. "Drink up, mama. And go piss please."

Y/N nodded gratefully and took a sip of the water before setting it back on the bedside table. Billie then proceeded to turn off all the lights in the house, making sure everything was secure before returning to bed.

With a soft smile on her lips, Y/N stands up from the bed and walks to the bathroom. As she reaches the door, Billie returns from the kitchen, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Go piss girl," she spoke loudly, causing Y/N to stifle a giggle before entering the bathroom.

Y/N lets out a content sigh as she relieves herself, enjoying the quiet solitude of the small room. She can hear Billie's voice outside of the bathroom, Y/N notices that she's sitting against the doorframe waiting for Y/N. As they continue their conversation, the sound of running water providing a peaceful background noise.

After washing her hands and messing with her hair, Y/N walks out of the bathroom to see Billie waiting for her with a warm smile. The soft glow of light from the living room casts shadows on her face, making her look almost ethereal.

Y/N smiled and scrunched her nose up at Billie, flopping back into bed and pulling the blankets up to her face as she looked at Billie.

She crawled under the covers and pulled Y/N into her arms, letting out a content sigh as she nuzzled her nose against Y/N's neck. "You know I love you right?" She whispered into Y/N's ear.

Y/N turned around to face her with a sleepy smile. "I love you too, Billie," they replied before snuggling closer into Billie's embrace.

The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Despite all the chaos and stress that came with being musicians, this was their safe haven – where nothing else mattered except for their love for each other.

[wol-fica]

-𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕟-

summary - Jenna is a simp.

warnings - fluff!, r is slightly shorter than Jenna, kissing, implied make out session

an - wrote this in honor of @i984 (my wife) cause i love her<3

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Jenna was never a lovey-dovey person. Most often she kept to herself and didn’t bother anyone with her needs or wants, she didn’t prefer to express her feelings.

Love, to her, was a concept she would never be able to understand. She considered herself to be a dry, bland, unsweetened girl whose priorities lied within her job and her family. She had absolutely no time for a relationship, and that was that.

Until you came along.

See, you were different than all the others who tried to swoon Jenna. Your personality encapsulated her in such a way that she thought she was going crazy. Your smile was a glowing aura that lit up the room like the sun on a breezy summer sunday. Your eyes, oh your eyes; they were a glorious color of auburn red and caramel brown with a hint of orange thrown into the mix. Jenna would count every freckle that dusted your face and hit herself when she got a new number every time.

Now, how did she get here?

Well, you were an aspiring film student. You went to and graduated from Harvard with a masters degree in filmography and directorship. You loved movies, especially horror, and have always had a small section of your heart devoted to analyzing and breaking down iconic movie scenes. You adored being on sets and meeting wonderful actresses and actors, then working with them to make something so phenomenal you wish you could save it forever.

Jenna happened to be a wonderful actress, and you scored a job as the co-director for the upcoming Netflix hit, Wednesday. The addams family had always been a classic for you, and now working on it was so surreal that you passed out when you got the job.

As of present day, you were on set for Wednesday. It was lunch break currently, so you resided to your tent to eat Pad Thai and go over notes you had written down. The crisp-smelling air blew through the open flap as you ate, suddenly filling your nostrils with the scent of ceder wood and vanilla. Your eyes lit up in and instant; you knew that body wash anywhere.

In walked Jenna, beautiful as always. Her hair was tied down into its usual braids and she was in her nevermore uniform for filming. A smile graced her lips when she saw you, and she made a bee-line for the open seat next to you.

“Hey.” She said, sitting in the chair.

“What’s up otter?” You shot back, grinning mischievously.

When you first met Jenna, your co-worker thought her last name was pronounced ‘Aw-Tega.’ Ever since, you have called her otter as a nickname.

“Nothing much, just relaxing.” She replied, resting her head in her hand as she stared at you in a daze.

“Sounds awesome. I wish I could relax.” You said, rolling your shoulders in an uncomfortable manner.

“Want me to help?”

You looked up at Jenna in surprise, seeing that she was referring to your tense state.

“Uh…sure? If you want to.” You replied, setting your notes down on the table as she got up to stand behind you.

Her hands made contact with your skin, making goosebumps rise as she slowly massaged your muscles. The way her fingers would gently caress your shoulder blades made her feel, uncontrollably giddy.

A groan escaped your mouth when her thumbs rubbed a particularly tender spot on the nape of your neck, and you closed your eyes in pure bliss. Jenna was thanking whatever power was above her for letting her be in this position, and for not allowing you to see her face; she was as red as a tomato.

A sensation of bravery took over her, and before she new it she was pressing her lips to the back of your neck. Her nose brushed your undercut and she lightly inhaled your shampoo. You smelled sweet, a mixture of coffee and chocolate with a sprinkle of cinnamon.

The feeling of her kissing your skin made your eyes fly open in shock and you whipped your chair around to face her. She shot back slightly, a face of uncertainty and nervousness.

“Did you just…kiss me?” You asked slowly.

“I…uhm…” Jenna gulped, loosing the ability to speak as you stood up carefully, “N-no…i mean…uhh..”

“Jenna..” You warned, stepping into her personal space as she backed into the tent wall.

“I’m sorry…it was impulsive…” She grimaced, closing her eyes in preparation for your outburst…

…that never came?

No, instead she was met with your lips on hers, your hands on her neck while you pushed your body flush against her. She felt your tongue slid into her mouth, intertwining with her own as her hands slid down to grasp your hips.

The break-away was too soon for her liking. She was just starting to relax and enjoy you when you decided to pull back. Either in an effort to keep you close, or just because Jenna was desperate, she chased your lips before you put a finger in between.

“Woah there tiger, slow down.” You chuckled, smiling when Jenna whined sadly.

“Don’t worry,” You purred, leaning in to brush your nose against hers while you wiggled your butt in a teasing way, “You have many more opportunities to taste me..”

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1K CELEBRATION EVENT OPEN! CLOSED!

Hello, welcome! This event is going to celebrate my first thousand followers :D!! It's as the header says, a yandere alphabet, but with my special brand of soft yandere. Please feel free to send in letters for whoever you'd like, there's no limit, I might just pick and choose if you request a lot of letters. Thank you so much for following, I'm so happy you're here! Let's keep having lots of fun together <3 <3

ACCEPTING A-Z REQUESTS FOR:

The batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) The batgirls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) My OCs (Silvan, Daire, etc.) MAYBE for most DC characters, blue lock characters, bnha characters

Alphabet made by @/jaydenchip404 tysm for making this!

List below the cut!

A = Affection (Is Their Love All-consuming, Expressed Through Possessive Gestures and Overwhelming Intensity With No Bounds?):

B = Blood (How Messy Are They Willing to Get in Pursuit of Their Darling? Would They Embrace Chaos and Revel in the Crimson Tableau Painted by Their Actions?):

C = Cruelty (Once Abducted, How is Their Treatment Marked by a Twisted Sense of Devotion? Does Mockery Become a Dark Form of Endearment?):

D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):

E = Exposed (To What Extent Do They Bare Their Heart to Their Darling? How Vulnerable Are They When It Comes to Their Obsession?):

F = Fight (Does Resistance Only Fuel Their Passion? Do They Find Thrill in the Chase and the Challenge of Subduing Their Darling?):

G = Game (Is Every Move Meticulously Orchestrated, Turning the Pursuit Into a Twisted Game? Do They Derive Pleasure From Watching Their Darling Attempt Escape?):

H = Hell (How Carefully Crafted is Their Darling's Worst Experience, Designed to Break the Spirit While Strengthening the Bonds of Possession?):

I = Ideals (Does Their Envisioned Future Solely Revolve Around the Union With Their Darling? Is Their Love the Only Guiding Force?):

J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):

K = Kisses (Are Their Acts of Affection Both Tender and Suffocating? Do Their Kisses Blend Love and Possession, Leaving No Room for Escape?):

L = Love Letters (Is Courting an Intricate Dance Marked by Obsessive Letters and Gestures That Blur the Line Between Devotion and Insanity?):

M = Mask (How Drastic is the Difference Between Their Public Facade and True Self? Is the World Seeing a Mask, While Their Darling Witnesses Unfiltered Madness?):

N = Naughty (Is Punishment a Dark Art, a Methodical Infliction of Pain Designed to Correct Perceived Transgressions and Reinforce Control?):

O = Oppression (How Many Rights Are They Willing to Take Away From Their Darling, Molding Their World Into a Prison of Their Design?):

P = Patience (Is Their Patience a Calculated Facade, Concealing the Storm Brewing Beneath the Surface? Is It a Waiting Game for the Perfect Moment?):

Q = Quit (Is Moving on an Alien Concept for Them? Would the Death, Departure, or Escape of Their Darling Shatter Their World, Leaving Behind an Irreparable Void?):

R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):

S = Stigma (Can the Roots of Their Obsession Be Traced to a Dark Past, a Blend of Childhood Trauma, Twisted Curiosity, and a Skewed Perception of Love?):

T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):

U = Unique (Do They Defy the Classic Yandere Archetype, Adding Layers of Complexity That Make Them Unpredictable and More Unnerving?):

V = Vice (Do Exploitable Weaknesses Exist, and is Discovering Them a Perilous Endeavor? Does Their Darling Tread on a Thin Line Between Manipulation and Survival?):

W = Wit's End (Is Hurting Their Darling a Dark Possibility, a Consequence of Their Unraveling Sanity When Faced With the Threat of Loss?):

X = Xoanon (Does Their Reverence for Their Darling Border on Worship, Reaching Extreme Lengths to Prove Their Devotion and Ensure Unwavering Loyalty?):

Y = Yearn (Is the Pining Relentless, an Insatiable Hunger That Consumes Their Every Waking Moment Until It Inevitably Snaps Into Obsession?):

Z = Zenith (Is Breaking Their Darling a Twisted Fantasy, the Ultimate Expression of Possession and the Culmination of Their Demented Love?):

[sashi-ya]

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

⭒ pairing: dr. trafalgar law x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @anniee-ya ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 moonlight by Kali Uchis 𝄞 ⭒ tw: explicit. oral. vag. alcohol. fingering. cream pie. public. I made the manga edit mixing Law's face with a panel from Team Medical Dragon manga | wc: 0.9k

Strong dark circles, and a tired façade. His shoulders so tight, not even your skilful hands could ease the tension.

“What happened?” you ask, murmuring by his ear as he takes the white coat off. “As always, a hell of a shift (Name-ya)” Law sighs, cracking his neck. His tattooed hands grab yours, pulling them towards his chest. They sink into the blue scrubs he wear, sliding through his collarbones.

The bumps of his sternum, the muscles of his pecs reacting to your soft touch. Law is the type of man where words aren’t needed, and you, are the type of woman to understand what he needs with just the signs of his body.

“Yeah, baby, it's been a hell of a day… but I know a place we can escape”

You caress his lower lip with your thumb; while Law reacts with a smirk, because he knows exactly where you wanna go…

He could have picked the car, but, he chose the bike. Fresh air on your faces, it was something he needed.

With your arms wrapped around his waist, and your cheek resting on his back, he drives you both to the beach.

A beautiful spring night, that’s almost a summer one. Moonlight shining on the coast, with its silver glowing strings over the crashing waves.

The lonely path to a secret place you only both know. With still some traces of the footprints that once were yours.

His hand pulling from yours, running and giggling. The sound of some cans of cheap alcohol and perhaps something else that feels a little bit illegal. Like those teenager days, once again finding shelter with each other, from those days where life gets too heavy.

The dry and bitter taste of those cans run through your throats, burning everything inside you. Your tongues meet, mixing the taste of the alcohol and your own, in sweet kisses.

Little moans slip in between those seconds in which you two take time to breathe. You feel dizzy, Law feels his head is in the clouds.

“Take this off, (Name)-ya” he whispers, kissing your neck as he tries to lift your shirt.

The little abandoned cabin that once seemed to be a beach house still has some spare humid cushions and the lantern of your phones are the only source of light besides the moonlight.

Your skin getting bumpy, as the soft breeze kisses your naked shoulders. Law does the same, kneeling on the ground, kissing your belly with butterfly pecks and with his hands resting on the small of your back.

“I am already feeling better, (Name)-ya” he whispers, licking the line down your belly bottom to the hem of your jeans. He unbuttons it with great expertise, sliding them down to discover your thighs.

Oh, your legs. The place where Law would love to perish, his favourite deathbed.

The little spot of wetness covering your panties, growing bigger the more Law bites the inner side of your thighs.

“God, you are like a drug to me… look yourself into the mirror… don’t you see a doll?” he sighs, pulling down your lingerie to uncover your now dripping sex and moving you to the side so that your profile could reflect on a piece of and old mirror.

You take a look at the most beautiful piece of erotic art ever depicted and is to have such a devoted man about to devour your whole entirety.

His inked fingers spread your labia, like the professional he is. The tip of his tongue, receives the little drop of the elixir he would like to indulge in forever. The warmth of his breathe reaches your sex, making you tremble.

“La-w, you- you were the one stressed out…” you stutter, as his whole tongue reach your core and his golden eyes fix in yours.

He slowly blinks, and you could even sense the smirk he holds as he buries his mouth into your femininity.

Throwing your head back, you wrap your fingers on his spiky hair. Pulling more and more as he goes harder with his tongue, sucking everything out of you.

And just by the peak of pleasure, he stops. “Come here…” he orders, helping you out completely from your clothes and walking you outside where your skin receives the shine of the moon like a holy silver mantle.

Law grabs your wrists and in a swift quick motion he turns you around and pins you against the decaying walls of the cabin.

His chin on your shoulder, whispering from behind for you to get ready to be fucked until you drop.

“Be a good girl to me, help me destress… yes, (Name)-ya?” he whispers into your mouth while grabbing your trembling chin in between his fingertips to face him from the side.

You nod, with eyes semi closed and enjoying the sound of his jeans’ zipper going down.

Freed his sex, it gets absolutely smashed against your dripping core. Alone, and as hard as it is, it slides right in ripping a moan out of your mouth.

The surgeon’s hand passes to your neck, and while he impales you he squeezes your carotids to the point of almost shutting the bloodstream from your heart to your brain. Leaving you stupidly on the verge of climax.

High, high you go. He goes as high as you, with your cheek pressed against the wall and your breasts now squeezed in between his fingers.

“Come, sweet one” he commands, giving you the last thrust that has never been violent but rather deep and slow… so slow that could be enough to break your spirit and mind. You obey, bathing his shaft with your orgasmic explosion. A splashing sound that reverberates into your ears as he keeps slamming himself to finally finish, under a beautiful moonlight, so deep inside of you.

[velvetpantylines]

Need to bite my lovely man’s neck leave some pretty marks make him groan and whine so beautifully, lick firm against his pulse and hum to the rhythm of his heart

[orkbutch]

your nun au. i like it very much. if you don't mind, can you tell me more about it? like what is shadowheart's story? what is up with lae'zel? why is karlach so cute?

Absolutely, I am very eager to talk about it! This is gonna be long tho haha. tw for addiction and self-harm

Shadowheart grew up in a relatively normal, casually Catholic family, but shes always had shit going on. Clinically depressed, and she definitely has a personality disorder, probs BPD, defs not diagnosed because its the 90's and shes masking HEAVY. Even as a kid she was pretty into catholicism though, and liked Christ and his weird more-than-human self sacrificial vibes.

At 13 while in boarding school she got lured into a cult (where she was given her name). This was a mix of older girls and a few much older people outside the boarding school, all women. They were a political cult of feminist seperatists, but also had a layer of idiosyncratic spiritualism originating entirely from the cult leader Shar (real name Sharon). Edgy stuff about darkness, the night, pain and sacrifice being good. But in particular there was a focus on pursuing oblivion, and that resulted in Shadowheart doing some very destructive substances at a very young age, and learning how effective numbness was when coping with being a depressed teenager with BPD. She realised she was a lesbian while in this group, and that wasn't great because Shar was Not chill about that at all. These were radical second wave feminists that considered sex inherently reproductive of patriarchal power dynamics, and the cult was firmly asexual; lesbians were considered gender traitors and particularly looked down on. (Transgender people were not even acknowledged; truly old school r*dfems.) Her attraction to women is what made her question things most throughout her time there, but she was very young and impressionable; she wouldn't start to really firmly question things until she was 16.

She was, through all of this, a big fan of Christ; in fact some of the cult's ideology kinda deepend her concept of Christ and martyrdom, which she admired greatly. Self sacrifice was The Ultimate Virtue to her; a loving masochism, which really spoke to her (and her self-harming tendencies).

She escaped at 17 and didn't return home; she immediately became a novitiate within an Irish-Catholic cloister. This would have been in the early 80's. She dove head first into being a dedicated cloistered nun; it wasn't that different from her time in Shar's group except a lot more sober. When she took her vows and became a full fledged nun, she descended further into worship and over her 10 years there, she became more and more... Medieval with it.

This was a Problem, because this was the late 80's moving into the early 90's in the UK - not only was Vatican II well and truly instilled in the practices of all cloisters, but feminism had been kicking around for a while now and had only gotten more popular. Nuns being hidden away from the world, participating in shame circles and self flagellating was well and truly Over and were banned practices. But Shadowheart researched older methods of worship from deeply devoted cloistered nuns and dove in, because they felt meaningful, helped her cope and they made her feel special to Christ.

Something that had a big impact on her was her duties as a volunteer nun overlapping with the AIDS crisis. She found that she had to consistently fight her sisters and abbess to be allowed to assist people with HIV. This forced her to contend with her queerness, the morality of her relationship to other gay people. That prompted her to start exploring lesbianism and queer community secretly, which tempered her obsessive cloistered nun tendencies; she still self flagellated and prized self sacrifice, but her shame was being challenged, and she had felt how much she wanted diverse, queer community.

Her and Lae'zel started hooking up when she was 25; it started as moments of desperate desire for relief and comfort, but became a little more than that as time went on. (It fucked with Lae'zel A Lot.) Shadowheart was finally kicked out at 27 when not only was she caught with another nun (not Lae'zel), the extent of her self-harm was seen on her body. She became too much of a liability for the cloister. Very soon after that, Karlach appeared in her apartment.

I'll expand on Lae'zel in a reblog >:)

[ooeygooeyghoul]

Introductions

Hi, hello, nice to meet you. I'm Quaid, and this is the tumblr I have recycled into posting content about my lizard man. This will primarily be a FFXIV blog, as it's my current obsession, wherein I will post rambles, pictures, my art, and maybe a few other things, idk. I'll try to keep it organized with the tags, but the system is a WIP.

I've only got my main man here at the moment, but maybe I'll make some more heroes in the future! Might update this a few times, too...

Other socials - Twitter | Insta

ENDWALKED! - NOT A SPOILER-FREE ZONE!

Shiun Kazumasa - Primal | Behemoth

Warrior of Light - Main

B A S I C S | |

Primary Jobs | Warrior, Gunbreaker & Dark Knight

Guardian | Rhalgr, The Destroyer

Nameday | 18th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (May 18th)

Age | 25 years [ARR] - 30 years [EW/DT]

Height | 230cm / 8ft 6in

Homeland | Doma, Yanxia

Occupation | Scion, Sellsword, Blacksmith

Sexuality | bisexual, leaning toward men

Strengths | duty-driven, good at anything that requires physical strength, protective, unbreakable will

Weaknesses | Quick-tempered, stubborn as a mule, emotionally constipated, never asks for help, hides his hurts

Tags | #primordial flame: shiun kazumasa (main), #thaniun (wolship), #forgiven fury (Lightwarden AU), #wandering swordsmith: vulcan (ancient counterpart)

P E R S O N A L I T Y | |

An Au Ra whose face is always scowling or smirking, never anything in between. Shiun is brash, rude, and loud - fueled by constant rage. He acts almost purely on instinct and impulse, which causes his friends no small amount of stress. Don't be fooled by his prickly attitude, he's a true hero with a heart of gold. Devoted to saving and serving as many people as he can to the point of being self-sacrificing. Good luck prying any of his deep emotions out of him, he'd really prefer that those stay hidden.

B A C K S T O R Y | |

Shiun grew up in Doma during the Garlean occupation, so his early life was full of troubles. His parents were quiet artisans that submitted, which afforded them a fairly upper-class lifestyle. But Shiun was different in a way they didn't like. He got into fights with other kids, ignored his schoolwork, and was angry at the injustices he saw all around him. His family did everything they could to extinguish the fire in his heart, but he wouldn't be put down any further. After a chance encounter with a resistance fighter, he fought back against a Garlean soldier that had been harassing people in his village. The Empire didn't take kindly to that, and his family suffered for it. He barely escaped and was forced into exile at the young age of 9. Eventually, he made his way to the Azim Steppe and was taken in by a kind family in the Malaguld Xaela tribe. Scarred by his failed attempt at resistance and the pain it caused, he kept his head down and stewed in his anger for years. That is, until a voice called him to a distant land...

R E L A T I O N S H I P S | |

Alphinaud & Alisaie | practically siblings

Shiun is fiercely protective of the twins. He sees a lot of his younger self in them and has taken on a brotherly role with them. He hates that they've been thrust into this world at such a young age, and tries to urge them to just be kids every once in a while.

Thancred | lover

At first, Shiun couldn't stand Thancred. His overconfident playboy persona really got on Shiun's nerves, so he went out of his way to piss off Thancred, too. After rescuing him from Lahabrea, he stopped being so antagonistic. Over the course of the Dragonsong war, Shiun's feelings towards Thancred began to change, which REALLY freaked him out. So much so, that he pretty much ignored Thancred's existence throughout Stormblood while he considered things. He figured it out pretty quick once the Scions started getting yoinked to another realm. More on this later...

Y'shtola | voice of reason

Shiun appreciates Y'shtola's sharp wit and sharper tongue. She sees right through his bullshit and is often scolding him for his reluctance to rely on others. They get into banter contests a lot, which he rarely ever wins.

Urianger | jock & nerd

When they first met, Shiun couldn't understand a word Urianger was saying, but he learned to communicate with him over the course of their adventures. He's got a good friendship going with Urianger, where he patiently explains complex things to Shiun five times and Shiun helps him get better at socializing.

Tataru | ride or die

Shiun would die for Tataru. She continues to baffle him with her limitless talent towards anything other than combat, and he'll do pretty much anything she asks him to. To be honest, her ability to sniff out the truth and love of gossip frightens him a little bit.

Estinien | friendly rivalry

Despite being an axe-user, Shiun's skill with the lance is nothing to sneeze at. The two talk through their sparring more than they do with their words. Shiun was happy when Estinien decided to stop skulking about and join the Scions, but he still gives him shit about it.

G'raha | brotherly friends

When he found out just how much G'raha idolized him, Shiun was flabbergasted. He certainly wasn't used to that amount of admiration, and he found it difficult to deal with at first. But the hesitation faded away as G'raha accompanied him on more and more outings. Now Shiun thinks of him as a brother and irreplaceable friend, determined to make him into a hero too.

T R I V I A & E X T R A S | |

Favorite non-chocobo mount is the SDS Fenrir.

Favorite minion is gaelikitten named Potato.

Has a major sweet tooth he tries to hide from others.

Is really really bad at cooking. Don't taste what he makes for your own safety.

Actually really does like to fight (don't tell Zenos).

I tend to draw him pretty off model lol.

[moorishflower]

10 Sandman Fic Recs!

I was struck by the absolutely heady and incredible thought that I have reached a. 800+ followers, and b. can place upon your dashboards the fics of friends and also people with whom I would enjoy being friends, and who I think should get more attention. There's going to mostly be Not the Big Fics in this particular list (I will rec all the big ones I'm readin later!)

Therefore, in no particular order, and containing everything from gen, to Dreamling, to Hobrintheus (or w/e the name for it is lol), ~fic recs~

I'm so sorry that you have to have a body by Taxonamie (AO3, Gen, Teen & Up)

A different take on Dream's capture; Dream's POV.

I DO love some good old body horror, and this fic does SUCH a good good job of really exploring what it'd be like for something that's supposed to be Endless to suddenly be trapped in a continuously dying and rebirthing flesh suit. EXTREME Lady Amalthea vibes. Immaculate.

2. Holy Palmer's Kiss by quentintoo (AO3, Dreamling, General Audiences)

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

I'm pretty sure this was the fic that sparked my intense obsession with longing and like, hand-touching and hand-kissing. Scintillating and sweet.

3. to sleep—perchance to dream by fishydwarrows (AO3, Dreamling, Explicit)

Hob Gadling remembers the night of 1889 well. He dreams and dreams of ways it could've been different, but dreams are often a way of escaping a more terrible reality.

For me THEE Hob whump fic, because if you're going to have an immortal why not make him miserable for a time? Mind the tags, but the payoff is SO, so good. I've read this, I think, at least a half-dozen times.

4. Heat Wave by spqr (AO3, Dreamling, Explicit)

“Sounds like you’re horny to me,” says Matthew.

Somewhat similarly, this for me is THE "Hob Gadling fucks and fucks severely" fic. Everything spqr writes is solid gold, but Dream being Endlessly Horny for his good old friend is both amusing and SCREAMINGLY hot.

5. Eros in Pragma by Delta_Pavonis (AO3, Dreamling, Explicit)

In all his long centuries never had he really done something like this. It was exciting and terrifying and exhilarating and too many emotions all mashed together. He felt like his skin was vibrating. Deep breath in. He could do this. He wanted to do this, desperately wanted to, a desire from deep in his bones. And yet… long breath out. Hob walked over to one of his bedside tables and opened the drawer. There was only one item contained therein and he removed it with shaking hands. The silver buckle jingled softly.

Here's a fun fact! I neither read nor wrote a lot of D/S before I got into Sandman, and now I do, and it's almost entirely because of this fic!

6. I have lately learned the difference by Chthonion (AO3, Dreamling, Mature)

While Dream is imprisoned, Hob dreams of prisons, until, one by one, all of them take the same shape: a glass cage. Hob doesn't realize why until he meets Dream again, and the dreams don’t stop afterward. Trauma, connection, and adventures in accidentally mixing two people’s subconscious demons together in the dreamscape.

This is just. SO good. I love anything that explores Dream's trauma wrt his imprisonment but chooses to do so through Dream's mindscape, and this delivers in spades. Let Hob Gadling smash more snowglobes 2k22.

7. point-set triangulation by therm0dynamics (AO3, Hob/Corinthian, Teen & Up)

Hob knows he is dreaming. He also knows he’s being hunted.

The dynamic between Hob and the Corinthian is FASCINATING -- they're truly mirrors of each other, both hungry for humanity, both wanting, both bound up in cosmic Endless bullshit. This is fairly tame, for the Corinthian, so if you're squeamish I can assure you that this is more psychological than visceral. There's an absolutely smoking hot sequel, though.

8. the pleasant punishment by romanticallyinept (AO3, Hob/Dream/Corinthian, Explicit)

“All right,” Hob says, fairly evenly, he thinks, for what he’s been presented with. “Would someone like to explain what’s going on?” Dream has the decency to look slightly abashed, as if he only just realized that he showed up, unannounced, in his friend’s flat, with a nightmare in tow. But it’s only slightly, because he’s still Dream. “I would not ordinarily involve a human in the discipline of one of my creations,” he says, inclining his head slightly, “but you are no ordinary human, Hob Gadling.” One day, one day, Hob will learn to keep his fool mouth shut.

Hey you know how I said I didn't used to be into D/S dynamics

Well if you weren't either, give this one a try. Gentle dom!Hob punishes a recalcitrant Corinthian while Dream watches. Surprisingly tender, incredibly sexy, lots of feel good subdrop soothing afterwards.

9. A Dream of Stars by jehannaford (AO3, Gen, General Audiences)

After the events of Watership Down, Fiver has a dream and is offered a choice. A very short story.

This is super short, super sweet, and super poignant. It's like 200 words, and it's worth every second of your time.

10. as long as this body shall endure by andunetir (AO3, Dreamling, Explicit)

Hob loves eating pussy. (He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about this at school, but it’s free period and the Year Elevens are more than capable of supervising themselves, so sue him, he’s bored.)

There's not a ton of fic that explores gender through Hob's point of view, but this is one I keep coming back to again and again. Trans!Hob gives me ALL kinds of life, and this is a fascinating exploration of immortality and transness. Also, again, it's super hot.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Heya! Hope you're staying hydrated and I wish you the best for your exams! This might sound like a silly request and you're free to ignore it, but can I get some hcs of Ezio, Arno, and Jacob having an s/o who never told them their birthday until a day or week after it passed? I kinda find the idea funny lol

e z i o :

he gets it, he doesn't really celebrate his own birthday anymore

all parties have been organised by Leonardo and/or Rosa with the help of his family

but he wants to do something special for you!

nothing big, he likely just buys you a present and makes a nice dinner and you spend the evening together

all while he wishes you a happy belated birthday

a r n o :

is devastated he could have had the chance to devote all day to doting over you - and you let that chance slip through his fingers?

depending on whether or not you're a party person, he will either arrange a party in the café-theatre or he'll plan out a day where he can take you out sightseeing, shopping, etc and finish the day off with a nice dinner in the café-theatre for you

he makes sure to remember the date next year, you're not escaping his affections twice

j a c o b :

you're the most important person in the world to him so he's a little upset that you thought of your birthday as something not worth mentioning

he organises a get-together of all your closest friends to have a belated celebration for you

and he drives Evie mad trying to get her help to find the perfect gift for you, he wants it to be super personal and meaningful instead of something generic

[jackdraw-spwrite]

Harmonic Frequencies, Chapter 7

Another Harmonic Frequencies update!

In which Clockwork finds some sense he needed, and Frostbite gets some answers he didn't want.

Words: 2149

Characters: Clockwork, Frostbite, Jazz

For @five-rivers and @kawaiijohn

Clockwork phased his tail through Jasmine's legs and brought it to rest around her. Daniel would be no less secure for the adjustment–as comforting as Clockwork found it to wrap himself around Daniel as best he could, he had assured Daniel's safety by other means.

Even if his core sang with warning that Daniel was too far, and others too close.

It was wrong.

Read the rest on AO3, or below the readmore:

There was the lair, and there was Clockwork himself. It would be enough.

Especially, he reminded himself, since no one within the lair would harm the fragile child tucked away behind Clockwork's coils, even given the opportunity.

This, he knew. For each of the intruders to his lair, he had crafted himself six eyes; two for their past, two for their present, and two for their future. To Daniel, he had devoted another twenty-four.

No threat would escape his notice.

Clockwork flexed around the tank, feeling the smoothness of metal and glass against his skin, and where the brass ribbing of his tail left lines of pressure against it. If the tank itself were a danger to Daniel, like this Clockwork could–would crush it in an instant.

Skin slipped from where he had wrapped it around his distorted frame, and there was a skrrrrr-r-r as a bare brass rib met the metal of the tank casing.

Yes.

Clockwork had the upper hand.

This was why he had been calm as Frostbite and his people had entered his lair, why he only watched as Frostbite approached and finally stopped, mere paces from the tank.

He squeezed. The metal gave, just a little.

"Clockwork," Frostbite addressed him. "Thank you for allowing us into your lair. I know doing so was difficult."

Clockwork nodded. Some of his hair obscured his eyes with the motion. No matter. It did not obscure his vision.

"How was the transfer? Did you have any difficulty?"

"No," Clockwork said. "Not with anything material." The pain had been expected. The howling emptiness without his little Daniel safe where he could feel him was…it could be dealt with. Even if he felt hollow, hollow, lost and lonely. Even if the insecurity of Daniel’s absence was just as great as Daniel’s pain had been. Greater.

Even if the thrum of his own core keened with the idea that Daniel would not, could not heal with Clockwork so far away.

It was wrong.

There was the tank.

Daniel was safe, was healing better than Clockwork could do for him. Upset surged through him at the thought he wasn't good enough, and the tank suffered another dent.

"Did you happen to notice the drawer?" asked Frostbite.

"Yes," Clockwork said.

Of course he'd noticed it. He'd confirmed that nothing within it would harm Daniel. Nothing was beyond his sight.

"With the pills?"

"Yes."

"...Did you take one?"

Clockwork paused. He had not.

There were instructions printed on a pamphlet in the drawer, in several different languages of the Realms. They explained how to use the tank, what to do and not to do, how it worked. Everything an overprotective parent wanted to know before trusting their child to it.

The pills had been labeled for use by the parent, and were therefore irrelevant. Daniel was the one in danger.

"No."

There was a blooming of possibility as Frostbite selected a response. "Without asking how you are feeling, if you are upset at the loss of Daniel's core, the pills are intended to help."

Oh.

He'd forgotten. Or it had been irrelevant. Or he hadn't wanted something that was going to calm him down when Daniel could be in danger.

Clockwork wasn't certain. His thoughts were difficult to navigate at the moment.

Gingerly, he unwound himself from the tank enough for the drawer to be accessible. Or he would have, if the drawer weren't stuck from the dents he'd put in it.

"Ah," said Clockwork.

"That happens more than you might think," said Frostbite, wryly. "Or not, I suppose. We have extras."

He offered one to Clockwork, who spent a moment examining it with a few eyes before sinking it into his torso.

The relief was not immediate, but as Frostbite turned away to help set up a slightly more permanent camp in the foyer, Clockwork felt the glacier-grip of paranoia begin to melt. He let some of his eyes melt away with it, felt the ragged edges to his appearance begin to smooth as he watched.

The process of setting up the camp was a long one, and still stressful for everyone involved even if the doctors did their best to give Clockwork his space. The edge to Clockwork's nerves didn't vanish completely, even as the false core settled near his own and began to echo Clockwork's own energy. Even if the howling loneliness was dampened enough to tolerate, it was not gone.

It was stressful, that was, for everyone but Jasmine. She spent the time pressed against the glass of her brother's tank, watching him carefully. Clockwork didn't know what she was thinking but it was easy to assume the generalities. Occasionally her face would contort in sorrow, or guilt, or relief.

Behind her, boxes of equipment were unpacked onto portable shelves, and a secluded corner set aside for a call tent and a cot.

Finally, hours later, it began to quiet.

As preparations wound down, Jasmine began leaning more and more heavily against the glass. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, still checking to see that Daniel was there.

Clockwork felt a surge of compassion for her–they were both so worried for Daniel, and she couldn't feel the whisper of Daniel's energy as Clockwork could. He moved to let her use his tail as a seat but then paused.

Suddenly, puffing himself up so large felt excessive.

No one here would attempt to hurt Daniel in any future he could see. Clockwork's lair was secure. Clockwork was powerful.

Daniel was safe.

Clockwork let his extra size melt away as he finally relaxed back into his accustomed form.

Jasmine would likely find it more comforting to be spoken to like this, anyway. He was far closer to her in size and shape, now.

"Jasmine," he said, brushing her shoulder to get her attention. "You look exhausted."

When she turned her head to look at him, her eyes were bleary. There was a red mark on her forehead where she’d been resting it against the glass, and slight creases marked her cheek where it had folded as she sagged.

"I don't want to go back to the ship."

"I know," said Clockwork. "There is bedding here."

"I don't want to go. Away,” she said.

Then his words caught up. She frowned. ”You have bedrooms?”

Clockwork did. "I meant down here."

She turned around. Blinked. "Oh. I hadn't noticed."

"You were occupied."

Jasmine swallowed. Looked back up at Daniel, still swaying gently with the flow of his ectoplasm bath. "Is he…I thought–I hoped."

She bit her lip.

Clockwork waited.

"Is he asleep?"

It was not the only question she could have asked. There was another, barely there in the flutter of possibility.

"No," said Clockwork. "But it is something like that."

"Oh."

And with that, Jasmine returned to looking at Daniel.

Before she could fall asleep slumped against the glass, Clockwork interrupted again. "We could move one of the cots out here."

Jasmine looked at him.

"For you to sleep on."

So she didn't need to stop guarding him. It was a bit easier to admit to himself, now, that she probably wanted to guard Daniel as well.

Jasmine nodded. "Okay."

Clockwork left Jasmine to fall asleep on her cot and returned to his own vigil. He would eventually require sleep himself, but as a ghost of considerable power he needed it far less frequently than any human.

Still, he found himself glancing her way now and again. Even laying down and exhausted, she was fighting sleep; her eyes would slip closed only for her to wrestle them open again to watch Daniel. Like if she let herself lose track of him again, the question she hadn't brought herself to ask might find him instead.

Clockwork turned it idly in his head as he kept his own guard.

Does Danny remember me?

He knew the answer, of course. That did not mean he knew how to say it.

The first shift of many over the coming weeks and months wound down, with more and more of the crew returning to the Tempered Wisdom to rest, recuperate, and plan Daniel’s care now they had more information on his injuries and current condition.

On his final return of the shift, Frostbite carried a shock blanket folded over one arm.

"It's hers," he said by way of explanation as he settled it around Jasmine. With her asleep, he'd switched to Middle Spirit, a language he and his yeti morphology both found more comfortable. "Though she's had it only since she showed up, the smell should at least be a little more familiar."

Clockwork hummed, not particularly committed to pointing out how nose-blind humans were.

Jasmine seemed to take some comfort from it regardless. She mumbled in her sleep and tugged the blanket so it piled higher around her head. After a few more twitches, she settled back into stillness.

They watched her.

Or Frostbite did. Clockwork’s attention returned too easily to Daniel to say the same. He looked just the same as he had for the past hours, shifting only slightly in response to the currents keeping his ectoplasm bath fresh and circulating.

"I also came to speak with you," Frostbite said.

Clockwork returned his attention to him, then pointedly to the yeti doctor who had taken the first shift of monitoring Daniel in person.

"It's policy not to share this information with anyone outside of Danny's care team,” said Frostbite in answer to the unspoken question. ”We can discuss this with Hoarfrost nearby."

Hoarfrost wiggled her claws in a wave. She did not look away from the tablet she was reading.

"We could also discuss this elsewhere, if you wish."

Even with the anxiety quelled and most of his rationality returned to him, Clockwork didn't want to leave Daniel.

Not alone.

Not so small and vulnerable and lonely.

A quiet croon escaped him. Not loud enough to reach Daniel. Barely loud enough to hear himself. But yetis had good hearing.

Frostbite's ear twitched. "Here, then.”

Frostbite schooled the patterns of his energy into something like a calming breath. "When I was discussing Danny's condition with her earlier, Jazz said their parents did this to him. I know they're ghost hunters, but he's rarely expressed significant concern about them in the past. Did they really…?"

He stopped at the look on Clockwork's face. Or perhaps it was the dark and vengeful edge his aura had taken on.

"They have an invention," Clockwork snarled, "which uses the resonant frequency of a ghost's core to shake them to pieces."

"You don't mean–"

"Daniel tuned it to himself the night before they attacked him. He was using it to feel safe."

Frostbite blanched. "That's monstrous."

"That's typical for them."

Hoarfrost’s paw froze above her tablet screen. Worry and confusion shot through Frostbite’s aura.

"I thought–he said he was safe. That he knew how to keep them from hurting him." He trailed off into silence as he thought, core lowing like heaving ice.

Clockwork looked back over to the tank, Daniel still inside. And to the lump of Jasmine's body, curled on her cot. Her head was still angled towards Daniel even in sleep.

Frostbite followed his gaze. "Is Jazz safe?"

"That depends," said Clockwork, "on whether she can convince her parents that she's not under the influence of ghosts. After panicking at the news that they'd killed Phantom, running into their lab, and stealing their experimental ghost zone vehicle before they could stop her. And going through the portal with it."

Frostbite's aura firmed. "Then I will make sure she knows she can stay with us. I made the same offer to Danny, but he didn't take it." He sighed. "I don't think he really thought his parents would hurt him.”

Clockwork stayed silent. He knew many things, but the inner workings of Daniel’s mind weren’t among them.

Hoarfrost’s clawtip completed its journey to the glass of her tablet. She returned to work, claws clicking faintly against the surface.

"If they show up, what will you do?"

Frostbite asked it as if it were an afterthought. It wasn’t. It was a question asked of all parents in such circumstances.

Clockwork bared his teeth in answer, slow and sharp.

"When they show up, how I respond will be a matter of how they got here. Before that…"

Jasmine had taken the speeder. None of their other vehicles would fit through the portal doors.

Clockwork’s smile grew wider. His teeth, sharper.

"They'll have to get here, first."

[kokobopam]

Second part of my fic rec list! This time exo-centric because I spent a lot of time reading exo fics this year (and because they're my faves)

Keep in mind that, except for two fics, these are all horror stories. Regardless, I hope you can find something here that you like. And if you do, make sure you let the author know with some kudos and comments <3

(And come talk to me about it! I love talking about fics!)

PART 1

PART 2

EXO

supper of the lamb by sighphers (laychen, E, religious imagery & symbolism)

This fic has everything I love in a story (cannibalism as a form of devotion, religious imagery!) and it’s so surprisingly tender despite the horrors the characters go through.

Cyclic by SuperBlondie (baeksoo, E, horror, emotional manipulation)

I’m obsessed with the way this author writes horror. The atmosphere is so tense and urgent and you can really feel Baekhyun’s fear in this. And Kyungsoo..he’s absolutely terrifying.

came the last night by unniebee (Chanyeol-centric, M, gothic horror, haunted house)

Beautifully dark and sad gothic horror about a man restoring a mansion and the ghosts that haunt it. A fandom classic. Many people recommended me this fic and I was hesitant because of the pairing but it’s a chanyeol centric fic for most of the story and it’s so worth reading it.

without any noise by taonsils (mirokkuma) (chansoo, T, time loops, character study)

Reading this fic was so cathartic and healing in ways I can’t begin to describe. Chanyeol’s struggles feel so real but the heavy subjects are handled with so much care. It’s a beautiful story and I hold it very close to my heart.

metamorphosis by sophluorescence (sophluorescent) (baekxing, E, cult of celebrity, body horror)

Baekxing are so deliciously messed up in this fic; so determined to destroy each other (and themselves) if that means that would make the audience love them even more

The Me In You by Nyxessa (Jongdae-centric, G, Obsession AU)

Such a great obsession fic explaining the mv. It’s so hazy and tense and unsettling that it’s going to make you feel like you’re there with the exos.

0K by zoke (Jongdae-centric, M, serial killers)

Murder! So much murder and things that aren’t supposed to happen and jongdae being his best unhinged self. I love it.

in the d(r)ead of night by silvercompass (Kyungsoo-centric, G, Lucky One inspired)

A story that follows exo after they escape the labs in lucky one. Was it really that easy? I seriously love this one, it kept me on the edge of my sit from beginning to end.

(Not) Quite The Same by the_casual_cheesecake (subaek, E, canon compliant)

Let me scream about this fic characterization because it’s SO GOOD!! The author…they know, they understand them! Also, this story is the reason I love canon compliant fics now wow