#sorry I draw her so much shes my muse for real

[crescendo-art]

🌠 hallowed, render practice (2023)

[suntoru]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?!

✧˚ · . alt title: getting jealous of a little kid trying to steal ur man!!

cw: gn! reader, pure fluff, crackfic, maybe swearing, not proofread, idk what else please cut me some slack for wriothesley and nuevillettes part i haven’t gotten that far in genshin

─ ✰ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 notices your little pout and glares to the small child. the little girl’s clutching onto his hand tight, sending him adoring gazes as she nuzzles into him softly, smirking deviously at you when she thinks your boyfriend isn’t paying attention. he’s a little confused at first, but manages to connect the dots. ah. so that’s what it is. his lips curve into a small smile as he notices your jealousy, thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world. he places the now scowling child into adeline’s care for a bit, before making his way to you with a sheepish smile.

“dearest… are you in need of some attention? my apologies, it seems i have neglected you for a bit too long. how about a walk together… just you and i?”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 is a girl dad, you can’t convince me otherwise. the little girl is giggling in his arms, squishing his cheeks as they play princesses and knights. for some reason, the girl is set out for you, side eyeing you every time you try to get close to kaeya. so with a sigh, you sit and watch them play with a small huff. after a while, kaeya hands the five year old some mora, telling her to go buy a snack from a nearby cart and that they’ll play again later. she excitedly runs off as he saunters over to you with his signature smirk. he scoops you up into his arms, holding you flush against his chest. “you’ve got some real competition, hm?” he lets out a charming laugh as he teases you lightheartedly.

“don’t worry my love, you still own my heart… for now.”

─ ✰ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 loves playing with little kids. they remind him of teucer and his other younger siblings, forgetting about his harbinger duties for a moment as he plays hide and seek with the little girl. she shyly hands him a flower she picked herself, blushing slightly. he feels his heart melt, feeling a sense of protectiveness was over him as she clutches his leg tight. he’s unaware of your pout until the child reluctantly has to go back home for supper, his concentration snapping back to you. he grins at your frowny expression, tugging you into his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“aww, y/n, are ya jealous? ahaha, so you are! …stop pouting, i’ll make sure to give you some extra attention tonight~”

─ ✰ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 does not like the little kid either. sorry, what were you expecting? he doesn’t like any kids at all, unless it’s your kid. reluctantly, he entertains the child for a bit, attempting to hide his annoyed expression as the little girl tugs at his hat, giggling loudly. he also finds himself glaring coldly at the five year old every time she sticks her tongue out at you, climbing into his lap as she refuses to look at you. at this point, he just wants to go back to you, but the little girl cries every time he attempts to stand up. he almost smiles when the child’s mother finally finds the little girl, speed walking over to you as he allows you to cling onto him softly, frown instantly melting away.

“hmph. what an annoying brat. …our kid would be much cuter.”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 smiles at the small child as she draws a picture of her and kazuha holding hands. he allows her to play with her hair, acting as a father figure to this sweet little girl. it’s almost like a perfect family… except this demon child hates you. she steals all of kazuha’s attention, and whenever you try to initiate affection, she drags him away possessively. …you never thought you’d have a five year old compete with you over your boyfriend. if not for kazuha’s patience, you might have lost it. he pulls you into a corner with a knowing smile, peppering your face with kisses as he chuckles softly.

“dove, there’s no reason to pout… you’ll always be my muse, alright? so stop frowning… a smile suits you much better.”

─ ✰ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 frowns slightly seeing the girl cling onto his arm. …where are her parents? should he leave? …no, that would possibly put the child in danger… but at the same time, it’s taking away his time with you. he allows the little girl to stay, observing curiously as the little girl blushes ever so slightly while playing with his hair. …strange. this small creature acts so much like you, yet seems to hate your guts… he turns to you, surprised to see you grouchy. standing up, ignoring the girl’s protests, he tilts your head up with his hand, gorgeous amber eyes boring into yours.

“…have i done something to make you upset? tell me, so i can fix it.”

─ ✰ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 knows. this little bitch knows what he’s doing… it’s been a peaceful few weeks, why not stir it up a little? he holds her teensy tiny hand in his, feeding her delulu in further, and spends what was supposed to be your date with him into a play date with the little gremlin. it’s seven when the girl falls asleep, finally paying attention to you. he smiles mischievously at your grouchy pout, pulling you in closer as a soft melody starts playing, spilling you around as you waltz around the room.

“…ah? so you knew i was teasing you? …i have to make it up to you now? very well. how about a nice massage and some cuddles tonight?”

─ ✰ 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 stares at the child. …why is it so attached to him? kaveh and you were right there, with open arms, beaming at the little girl… and now sobbing as the child ignores you… not knowing what to do, he continues reading his book… but it’s not long before she tugs his sleeve, asking for him to read her a book. he obliges, reading to her in the most monotonous voice, it would be more surprising if the little five year old didn’t fall asleep. looking up, he sees you scowling at the little girl, and he feels his heart warm the slightest bit.

“…what i read her? the extensive analysis of the color brown: the non-illustrated edition. simply fascinating.”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 cooes as the little girl bats her eyelashes, beaming so innocently, his entire heart melts. this little girl is his now, sorry parents!! you snooze, you lose. when you whisper to him how you think she hates you, he audibly gasps. this sweet little angel? no way!! he shows her all around his office, the secret projects he hasn’t even shown you yet!! they have a field day with that. when the sun sets, he reluctantly gives her back to her very grateful parents. his eyes sparkle at your pout, squeezing you tightly.

“oh, you wish to know what the classified architecture is too? …it’s… our future home. for me and you.”

─ ✰ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 visibly softens at the little girl tugging his shirt. unbeknownst to most who believe he is as stoic as he is in the court, he seems to be very soft and gentle. he allows her to clumsily braid his silky strands, keeping the hairstyle on for the day, ignoring the confused stares he gets from fellow passerby. however, when you try to give him a peck, she pushes you with a glare, clinging onto his sleeve! your mouth visibly drops, and you don’t know whether to laugh or be mad. neuvillette is equally as shocked, scolding her lightly.

“beloved, are you all right? …no? shall i kiss it better?”

─ ✰ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 expected the five year old to go running into your arms, screaming and crying. after all, he certainly looks like a scary man, having quite a tall stature, covered in scars as well. but no, she innocently beams at him cutely asking to play tea party. so that’s the sight you walked into, a small child, wriothesley, and a handful of barbies surrounding the round table, all having teacups. the girl glares at you, telling you you can’t join, as your smile drops. this little roach… who does she think she is? before you can say anything, he pulls you to the side, whispering quietly.

“babe, we’ll have our own tea party date later… yes, yes, i promise.”

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[irishmammonagenda]

MC's magic going wrong 😱😰

or right depending on ur outlook on life ig

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (extremely brief and only notioned towards), physical affection

You hadn´t thought much of it at first when you got back to the human realm. Everything went back to normal. Or as normal as it could be.

Your mother and father sobbed when they saw you, stating how they though´t you were lying in a ditch somewhere in the stretching countryside. You´d lied, told them you were away on a residency based apprenticeship, that you were sorry for worrying them. Your siblings showed signs of worry you never thought they were able to feel for you. Thus you were being babied for a month or so.

That´s when it started.

At first, it was more corvids at the bird feeder in your garden than usual. Then it was stray cats. Then inexplicable black and white feathers dusting your clothing and hair.

Your mother smiled picking out the ivory feather from the confines of your unbrushed hair, "Oh! Your guardian angel´s been watching over you!" she says playfully, an old wives´ tale, nothing too serious.

You tense for a moment, before laughing with her. "Well I´ll take it as a good sign." Stupid old wives being the smartest people.

At first it was easy to brush off.

Then your father started getting lucky, he hadn't been one to gamble persay, putting a few coins in on a bet for the horse racing or the football was a regular occurrence, sometimes he won,sometimes he didn't. The difference of a few silvers, a share bag of sweets basically, made no real strain on your belts. But now, he was winning left right and center. Winning amounts that shouldnt be possible based on the amount he input.

Though, after you woke up to cats and corvids staring at you unblinkingly, in your room, with a few flies and insects on the walls, and your bedsheets covered in feathers and scales of all colours and sizes, enough was enough.

You were going to give those nerds a piece of your mind.

After shooing the animals out, (making sure to pet the cats), you picked up a lipstick, and channeled your pact magic before drawing a circle with various symbols on the floor,

You stilled, "Ah, shit. I dunno how to do this, i mean half of those symbols are angry faces and squiggles...." but ever the theatre nerd, you improved.

"I, MC, call upon the power of my pacts with the Avatars of Hell! and, using their power; a portal to the Devildom shall open for me!"

And a portal did open for you. Unfortunately, not to the best place. As you travelled through the time pocket you ended up stumbling once you made it to the other side, the stumble turnt into a tumble turnt into a fall. Unluckily for you, the thing you fell on was toned flesh and chuckling heartily, you were in Diavolo's lap.

"It's great of you to drop by MC!" He says, his massive hands pulling you further into his frame.

You cover your face with your hands, now noticing the various other nobles in the council room who are staring at their Prince, attempting to mask the fact their jaws are going to hit the floor.

Atleast the Brothers weren't there, but Barbatos' half polite smile half smirk and Diavolo whispering various playful musings of, "Did you miss me that much little human, we missed you too.", and "Summoning a portal illegally into the Demon Lord's castle and onto the Demon Princes lap...tututut." almost made the brothers seem like a mercy....

...almost.

You couldn't tell if this was a win or a lose.

[grogusmum]

WIP WEDNESDAY/SNEAK PEEK

Dieter Bravo x muse!f!Reader

A Xanadu inspired AU

A/N: Just a little proof that I am working on this idea threw out there earlier in the summer

Prologue: Don’t Walk Away

“Dieter, I foolishly thought a loving person could…” Anika was past crying, but the sadness in her eyes would break anyone's heart. But Dieter was too angry, so instead, he spat -

“No,” she sighed, “help you. Fill the void that you had been filling with -”

“Fix me!?”

Dieter knew Anika loved him and didn't make a project of him, at least not on purpose. But he was feeling defensive -

“What, Anika?”

“Every excess. I was enough of a distraction for a little while. But my novelty has worn off, I guess.”

And that is when Dieter’s tears began to fall.

“I’m sorry, Dieter, this is goodbye.”

He wanted to yell, cover all his insecurity and pain with rage, but he could never do that to Anika. But he couldn’t bring himself to be magnanimous about it either. All he could muster was a broken ‘fine’.

The fire is dangerously high, but Dieter doesn't much care as he tosses another painting on the fire. They’re shit and only represent his manic despair. When he reaches the bottom of the pile, he shuffles back into his studio and pulls out his most recent sketch pad. It fights him a little, and when he gives it a forceful tug, some loose drawings float to the floor. He trains his eyes onto the one on his croc clad feet.

The Cliff Beasts Debacle was finally complete, with his wife walking out the door. The one and only good thing he said came from that ridiculous film, and the fucked up experience of making it. Dieter would love to say he just threw himself into his work, but parts began scarce ever since. (Shocker.) So he drowned himself in whatever mind altering substance was available and painted. It only reminded him more of the worst time of isolation while making that wretched movie. So, not helping.

It’s you.

Eyes wide and a playful knowing smile; at some point, he had added color, and your eyes look so real. He looks around at the other drawings, some large sheets of good art paper, some torn scraps, all you. His muse. His beautiful muse. Now, if he was with anyone and described you as such, they may think he’s waxing poetic about a lover who supported and inspired him. Sure, you were his lover. And you did support and inspire him. But when he says you were “his muse”, he means it. Literally. A daughter of Zeus… and Mnemósine. Not that he can't pronounce her name, so he kind of forgets about the titan goddess of memory (to her vexation).

Dieter picks up the watercolor; his hands trembling. He looks out the picture window at his impulsive bonfire. He grabs a few items in his art studio, bursts out the door, rounds the pool, and places the portrait on a nearby table. Out of his pocket, his pulls a zippo lighter and a small bit of wood, lights it until the end is glowing, and sends off a sweet smoke.

“Terpsichore!” the actor intones. He’s only ever used the name one other time. Generally calling you by the name you gave him. But for this, he uses your greek name. The Official One. Trademarked and all that.

“I - I beg - I beseech you, return to me. You came to me once, and I squandered your gift and, um, yo-your favor. I have learned my lesson. Just let me prove it to you.”

The glow of the fire flickers on his face in the halflight, and he murmurs your name. The one you gave yourself, the one he moaned when you touched him - “Please come back to me.”

Suddenly, the Santa Ana winds kicked up, and his rendering of his lovely muse is pulled from his hand and flies up on the draft made by the fire. He can't see if it went into the blaze or not, only that it went up and over. Then the quiet but for the snap and pop of the flames was interrupted by the blare of a fire truck siren, called by a neighbor, no doubt.

THANKS FOR READING 💚

[nerdieforpedro]

I love how you write and it makes me so glad you are here.

can I ask what inspired you to start?

signed - a maybe inspired future fic writer

This is such a wonderful ask! 🥰

I'm glad you enjoy my writing. I have ideas and I write them is my short answer and explains nothing I realize.

The long answer:

I've written fanfic before, off and on for maybe the last 10-15 years. Very different fandoms. Started out with anime, dabbled a bit in Yaoi then transitioned to Marvel and now I'm firmly planted in the Pedro Pascal, Oscar Issac, Benny Miller triangle of hotness.

Fanfic for me is an expression of a story, show, movie, video game or pice of media that I enjoyed so much, I just had to make something. I can't draw, no mixing of hot tracks or beats, I've just started dabbling in photo editing this year and am a beginner at that. It's all purely fun for me. I enjoy it and it's fun to share with other people who create and are like, "Hey! You like that? I like it too. Let me see yours and I'll show you mine. Where'd you get the idea for that?" And then hilarious conversations leap from there.

What inspired me to start specifically in the Pedro Pascal fanfic world was The Mandalorian. It was the first time I realized, "that's the man I've seen before!" And then realized I've seen Pedro Pascal in many of my favorite shows, (The Mentalist was watched for the sake of completion. After season 6 and the first episode of season 7, there wasn't a real reason to continue other than spending time with my mom. She's fine, when I tell people that they think she's passed on but the woman is still lifting 50 lbs mulch bags in her mid seventies. She more than fine.) I then became fixated on this man, reset the password on my AO3 account and found Pedro Pascal character fanfics. I was then led back to Tumblr which before I was on years ago for anime and read fics by @secretelephanttattoo ( I shall always sing about Headshots. It inspired the first fic I posted on Tumblr and is just so damn cute. El is also just a sweetheart.) and @morallyinept whose Tendrils fic only deepened my brain rot for that tall beskar bucket, she's also a dear friend who's made me laugh, cry in a good way, inspired me and very time I turn around she's crafting something new. Fics, banners, self-care, doodles, smut, databases, and all sorts of Pedro interviews and dialogue. Because I'm a fangirl of them both and many others actually, I keep 👀 on them.

What keeps me going is the fandom overall and that despite, recent tribulations let's say politely, we're all still here. Geeking out over a goofy, handsome, I know he gives the best hugs, actor who loves what he does and has been working at it for years and it's finally paying off.

I've met wonderful friends and moots who reach out, give me encouragement, tell me I do well (I'm starting to listen to them I swear. I'm not good at taking compliments in person so it's even worse online FYI.

So I hope this answers your ask and I do encourage you to write that weird, funny, smutty, cute, sweet, dark, twisty, angsty fic that you want to write. I do hope whoever you are, you tag me in it so I can read it. 🤭

Special love to the following and if I left anyone off, I'm sorry. It's after work, I rubbed my eyes, wipes my glasses because I got them wet while writing this and it was a lot:

@maggiemayhemnj @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings @for-a-longlongtime @i-own-loki @undercoverpena @connectioneverywhere

@soft-girl-musings @perotovar @julesonrecord @lotusbxtch @604to647

@yorksgirl @pedroshotwifey @fhatbhabiee @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @bitchwitch1981

@jessthebaker @avastrasposts @inept-the-magnificent @lady-bess @grogusmum

@schnarfer @boliv-jenta @iamskyereads @iamasaddie @chaithetics

@tinytinymenace @yourcoolauntie @alltheglitterandtheroar @musings-of-a-rose @rhoorl

@trulybetty @laurfilijames @wannab-urs @legendary-pink-dot @din-cognito

@sin-djarin @beefrobeefcal @spacecowboyhotch

[baalzebufo]

HIII. can i just say. absolutely ADORE your gravity falls stuff!! i'd love to hear more of your headcanons (especially abt gideon) (that's my SON)

yes yeeees i was part of the Original Wave of Gideon Enjoyers back when like, episode 4 aired and it was about ten blogs who didnt hate his guts. i mean, i still want to throw him out a window, but I also think he has really interesting character stuff going on that some people just didnt wanna look at bc they hated him! which like, fair, he's a villain, but that freaky little dude will always be one of MY faves, haha

this post got. very long im sorry I had to put a readmore here haha but I haven't had an excuse to infodump about this for ages so here's a couple Things I like Thinking About... also a doodle I did the other night to break up the wall of text below

ok ok to start i LOVE him so much as a foil to dipper (and to an extent ford too) as examples of what the journals/that kind of power and information can do to people. its why im so adamant that he does actually have albinism, even if its not Technically Canon. dipper and ford both have a like, 'physical oddity' about them (birthmark, sixth finger) i think it makes sense for gideons to be his albinism as something that set him apart. all three are 'weirdos', were ostracised to an extent by the world, had that longing for something special or important, and then found it. and its what they DO with that which sets them apart

especially as a foil to dipper like... from time to time in the show, he gets a bit gung-ho about abusing the journals power for his own gain. but he has friends and family to reign him back in. he has more of a moral compass about not wanting to hurt people, generally. dipper never became like gideon did

this is getting into headcanon territory here but, my general summary of gideons childhood is an isolated one. only child, fairly sheltered, had some medical complications early in life which led to a lot of time on his own in hospital, attended school briefly and was subjected to significant bullying. and without a real support network outside of his parents who were very doting to the point of spoiling him because hes their Little Miracle he wasnt exactly well-adjusted even as a kid

but basically, that kid ends up finding this journal and learns about spells and evil artifacts and suddenly he has the power to make people like him. not only that but Fear him. he goes from feeling powerless to an absolute ego-trip. and his only close relatives would never tell their little boy 'no' about something, so they're not disciplining him in any way. its a perfect storm for a disaster to happen

it stems from this childish desire to go 'look at me im important and special and everyone likes me' and hes become so embittered already by people being dicks that he doesnt care if he hurts people on the way

that only really changes when mabel shows up and is the first person in town to approach him from a like... normal level. shes nice to him but not in the overly-saccharine and doting way his fans are, just in the way a girl who wants to be friends is. she treats him normally and is nice and he thinks she's pretty and that ALSO becomes a perfect storm of 'well shes nice to me and i like her so i must be in love with her and she is with me!' and, of course. kid who has never heard the word No before. so the later rejection becomes a HUGE sticking point and grudge to the point of being flat-out murderous

later in life with a little Introspection i think he'd realize it was less love and more just. basically imprinting on the first person to be normal and kind at him in years

UM. I should wrap this up i have so much in my brain. gideon was one of my earliest roleplay muses i'd write and draw with my pals, so I subjected him to a LOT of personal characterization stuff and also making a thousand AUs for fun. (aus always come in two flavours either its 'im going to make you marginally more well-adjusted' or 'im going to make you so, SO much worse')

ive got a soft spot for con-men and fake psychics and generally shitty little weasels and gideon just stormed into the show being a jerk with an aesthetic i adore and i was like ahhh. i want to punt him. hes my favourite.

ok im going to shut up now. last minute headcanon. gideon got into wood carving in prison art therapy because using a knife to stab something in a non-murder way helps soothe his urges. he whittles little people figurines

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[wonryllis]

MOOT GAME : " put your moots and their biases in a prompt generator and rate them!! "

only if u want to ^^

、ㅤ🍓 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MOOTS IN PROMPT GENERATOR ᵎᵎ

that's such a creative game! loved doing this!! since this is an enblr account i've only done enha bias,, included everyone except those who have left or are inactive or whose bias i don't know. (p.s. @okwonyo this is the one i suspected was you :) ( MUTUALS )

@jaesvelvet ( cha )

jay. cuteee 8/10 and then taking pictures and getting sad when the cast comes off but really like drawing on cast is therapeutic.

sunghoon. that's straight up soft romance like ahhh 10/10 sucks for that friend to see y'all lovey dovey even in sleep but that's literally the purest thing everrrr

heeseung. now this is my thing, we're getting on to the real deal everything/10 can read this trope thousand times and still love love love it though cha it'll be pretty sad for you bae.

@hoes4hoseok ( piper ) & @heelvsted ( rin ) & @boyfhee ( caelin )

jay. this is crack, full of crack but this trope is saurrr good one of the best of all times and piper would probably elevate it even further obvious x obvious 11/10 we all love that don't we.

heeseung. oh my god rin you living in a f2l fanfic this is so good and cute and fluffy like 17/10 imagine lee heeseung cheering you up with his silly jokes and rizzless(full) attempts at flirting. if you ain't falling for him there's and then, then you are god's strongest soldier.

heeseung. this is 1000000/10 this is so unique, don't know if it's cael's cup of tea but it's definitely mine! crack and romance,,, next level of crack like imagine cael getting her enemies to lovers arc after becoming a ghost and scaring the daylights out of people, fun right?

@jangwonie ( fae ) & @atrirose ( seiu ) & @jungqkook ( aurora/haru )

jungwon. this is totally my type again, the sick in love would do anything to see you happy tolerate all your shit, find it adorable ... 99/10 those lovesick eyes that watch you tell the most unhinged thing and think of how much they love you and how cute you are and how much you mean to them. like okayyyyy that's love.

riki. so cute so cute so cute so cute,,, love/10 literally so good sei is living in her own yn world and we are all just side characters. and not to mention this is so riki too he'd definitely fight and then somehow be discovered by the one he has feelings for and they boom the awkward confession and kiss ahhhhh i'm in love with this prompt,, kinda manga vibes which i loveeee

heeseung. noooo this is the cutest yet saddest prompt everrrr,,, haruu babe im so sorry this had to be it buttt let's look at the cute and crack part only especially if you get scared and startled easily imagine him trying to talk to you not having shown himself yet and you just get scared and scream lmao 9/10 becuz i don't wanna see haru sad.

@enhalov ( muse ) & @okwonyo ( jiah/bambi )

jay. the perfect little yn moment straight out of "how to get your crush to notice you" 100000000/10 love love love thisss, museee you got such a banger prompt, so so so fanfic coded i can't stress enough on how perfect it is and how much you suit this!!!

sunoo. this is a kdrama moment! 7/10 because pda (i feel shy even witnessing it) but good for muse you're showing it off to everyone and that too on ny eve like imagine the fireworks finishing off and then sunoo goes for a kiss becuz now everyone's attention is off from fireworks.

jake. okay no why is this so jiah coded? bambi would definitely do this for jake like a million times yk reminding him how much he means to her and how much girlie loves him. "she needs to make sure jake is always aware of his importance in her life!" infinity/10 one of my favs.

@joomiu ( nat )

sunoo. cuteeee strangers to lovers starting on the train 7/10 falling asleep on someone's shoulder is such pure fluff. nat better seize the opportunity to bag sunoo up, you don't getting him laying his head on you everyday.

sunghoon. this is so classic but still so heart fluttering man 111/10 absolute cuteness. full of domestic vibes! i know for a fact nat would do this and then giggle over this for weekss,, i mean who wouldn't.

jungwon. this is thousand kisses nat vibes totally fits her vibes and can literally imagine this actually happening, nat fussing over the fogged up glasses and lovesick won staring at her with heart eyes omgggg gem/10

@heecyon ( bee/ally)

sunghoon. this is like a lifetime kinda love you gotta grab it while you have it 9/10 absolute domestic vibes yk a supporting partner who goes to all ends.

jake. this is cute, super cute, next they kisss. 6/10 because we hate getting sick

jay. another angsty one we here 1000/10 for my sad loving ass. the star-crossed illfated turned forever lovers we go. this gives the love, rosie vibes i cried my eyes out to that but that was some good emotional shit.

@heesbaby ( cinna ) & @ctrlemis ( art )

jay. classic and then they realise their feelings and fall in love. 15/10 cinna and her dream jay date?

sunoo. now this seems very unlikely,, it would be more like both of them screaming their lungs out but this is nevertheless super cute so 9/10

sunoo. this so gives art vibes. can really picture it all happening, sunoo all excited to match? and then there's art secretly loves it but no way is gonna show it on the outside and happily wear it to make sunoo and sunoo's mom happy. 9/10

[appleofthemoon]

⸻   *  ❪  ❀  ...  CAT & MOUSE

premise. and just when jungwon thought it would be a boring night, another round of chase begins.

pairing. non-idol! yang jungwon x s/o! reader.

pantone. yandere.

word count. six hundred thirty four.

warning. overprotective yandere, possible allusion to drugging, the victim is addressed as a mouse, murder. 

note for the reader. the depiction of the muse does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world. the muse’s actions are also not condoned by me, this is all purely a work of fiction.

extra note. i haven’t written dark fics in over a month now so please excuse how rubbish this is. i’m using @/dear-yandere’s prompts as my warm ups.

CURIOSITY WON'T KILL THE CAT.

jungwon knows because he's still alive, sitting by your side. and he's entertaining himself by watching the mouse drag herself across the floor, painting a messy, crimson trail as she does so. when she reaches the doorway, she manages to pull herself onto her knees and press one hand upon her wounded abdomen.

silly little thing, she believes she's going to escape. heaving herself upright proves to be a mistake after the pain surges through every nerve in her aching body. and in such agony, she couldn't bother suppressing her scream.

his lips twist into a frown. really, did she have to make so much noise? cleaning the dirty floor is already going to be a pain and a half, now—

you begin to stir, eyes almost fluttering open. that is, until jungwon's humming bleeds into your dream. combine his dulcet lullaby with his gentle caresses upon your skin, and you decide there's nothing wrong with staying under for a little longer. eventually, his fingers dance across your wrist until he feels your slow rhythm once more.

“that's it, baby.” he leans over and kisses your forehead. “sleep tight, i'll deal with our little annoyance.”

satisfied, the dyed noir cat carefully pushes his chair back and removes his dress shirt. as he had come to learn a few months ago, red doesn't let go of white so easily. oh well, at least he knows now. it'd be a shame if he had to destroy another article of clothing—especially when this was one you loved to ‘borrow’ from him.

he picks up his knife and leaves your bedroom, remembering to shut the door as he does so. don’t worry, he’ll clean up the mess later. now that he's sure you won't be disturbed, he's free to run around and look for the mouse.

by a stroke of luck, he finds her wobbling down another hallway. jungwon has to give it to her; she's lasted longer than the others. in fact, he's so impressed, he thinks about letting her go.

“where are you going? you can't run or hide~” he taunts her, the words chillingly echoing through the air.

she looks over her shoulder and sees him getting closer. fear is consuming her, yet she still pushes herself to make it down the hall. it doesn't matter if the pain increases tenfold, she picks up her pace.

by the time the mouse reaches the stairs, there's not much energy left in her. realizing this, she resigns herself to leaning against the wall, chest almost caving in on itself as she slurs, “i'm sorry.. please don't kill me..”

jungwon crouches down and innocently tilts his head to the side. “why not?”

“please.. please.. i won't tell anyone..”

“i see..”

“i.. i swear.. i'll do anything..”

“any~thing?”

“yesss..”

he seems to give it some thought. she really is fun to play with. it wouldn't be far off to say she's the best toy he's had in a while. perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to keep her a little longer..

he draws out a sigh. “but you came here to hurt my baby, don't think i forgot that.”

indeed, for some reason, her stupid mind conceived the idea that by doing so, the pain your rejection inflicted upon her will ebb.

so jungwon decides to test the theory for her. of course, he makes a few modifications before that.

“wh.. why-” is all she manages to choke out before her body falls slack, just like her heart's rhythm. without her hands weakly fighting to pull his knife away, he gives it a little extra twist.

the cat, now satisfied with the knowledge that his theory is correct, merely smiles and lifts his bloody hand to pat her head.

“because experimenting is fun.”

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

"Sir Nicholas."

"Lady Isabeau, welcome back. I was so sorry to hear of Lady Elisaria's death. She will be mourned across England and Europe for many seasons to come. In my own home country, Champs le Sims, she and Lady Ursula were renowned for their beauty and grace. It is a great loss for us all."

"Thank you, my mother would have loved to think of so many mourning her, I am sure. While I, too, must mourn, I want also to return to my work. I understand you have a new collection to show me?"

"Please, this way."

"I wanted to create a set that would muse on the two sides to the Crusades: the national and the individual. While the national picture is one of united power and chivalry, the individual picture is much more conflicted, torn between the love and duty for one's country and the love and duty for one's family."

Isabeau took her time to silently study each piece.

"Are you not concerned about making the failed Crusade a subject?" She asked.

"No. I believe history is written by the artists. These paintings do not tell a story of defeat or revolt. They tell a story of strength and bravery."

"Rewriting history with art... a bold claim," smiled Isabeau, impressed.

Nicholas noticed the way Isabeau had gravitated back to the painting of the lover's embrace.

"This one is my favourite," he said softly.

"You have an impressive ability to capture the emotion of the subject."

"It is always easier when one has real emotion to draw on. While I myself have never gone off to battle, I know what it means to long for someone - to want to hold them and never let go."

Isabeau felt his body just behind hers and it felt as if his entire energy were transferring to her body and rippling through her. She didn't reply, but held her position for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, Sir Nicholas, I do not think I can support this collection," Isabeau said, turning to him. "The Crusades is still a very sensitive topic for many at court and there will be some who will be offended by any mention of them. I suspect that a collection being created by a Frenchmen on an English defeat will only pour more salt into the wound."

"I understand," Nicholas replied, "But I will not deny my disappointment."

Nicholas took Isabeau's hand then added, "There is no greater tragedy than when fear and caution deny us from beauty... or love. I have always admired those with the courage to live and love boldly."

Isabeau looked intently at Nicholas as she replied, "I would say the greater tragedy is when beauty and love blind us to the importance of fear and caution, leading us to peril. There is nothing admirable about being so absorbed in one's own feelings that you disregard those of everyone around you. Excuse me, I must be going."

As Isabeau turned to leave, she said to Nicholas, "Write to me when you produce something I can support."

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[songbirdtales]

Small Talk (OC Tav)

Author's note:

Hey folks! I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to add this little scene into something bigger so it's just a little bite sized jawn based on one of the little conversations the NPCs have when you're running around in early game. I'm just a little too obsessed with my own OCs sorry lol

“Any special someones waiting at home?” Astarion knew when he was barking up the wrong tree, which is why despite looking straight at Shadowheart, he wasn’t really using her as a gauge. If anything her exasperation fueled his real target. He caught their face in his peripheral vision, a soft grin that consciously hid the tiefling fangs underneath. Their hesitation told him enough.

The young elf was more than a little flustered as the party trekked through the bog. “And what about you?” She deflected in the way a young woman with no interest in men desperately shoves off their attention.

“The only woman waiting on word from me would be my mother.” Gale said in an attempt to defuse the tension. The words had drawn Tav’s attention.

“Could be a good thing? A boy your age could use some adventure.” They couldn’t help but tease. 

“And what of our bard? Surely there’s at least one waiting to hear from you.” Gale could take a joke, his smile warm and cheerful despite their circumstances.

Tav’s blue fire eyes stayed on the road ahead as the 4 slowed to a stroll to conceive their strength. “Well,” They tilted their head side to side. The group swelled with excitement as they egged Tav on, all curious to draw out the tale. “I used to travel with a Paladin of Lathander. We’d split ways just a few moon before all this… I don’t know if he even knows I’m missing, but I know once he finds out he’ll be worried. Can’t help himself like that.”

“A fearsome ally,” Gale mused. “Could be worth having such a warrior on our side.”

Shadowheart scoffed. “We don’t need another follower of a conflicting god at camp.” She’d feel less strongly about this when it came to Halsin, but a paladin of Lathander was to Shadowheart like recruiting another Githyanki.

“A paladin?” Astarion almost sounded disgusted. “Sounds annoying. I can see why you left.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Tav said with a shake of their head. “We could have kept having adventures, living on the edge of what we should have been and what we wanted, but sooner or later something was going to give.” They seemed lost in the thought of this mystery man. “He’s so… true. Like a fairy tale. Someone like that is too precious to the world for me to ruin.” Tav shrugged. “So he’ll remain my untouchable champion and I will be alone on stage singing his praise.”

“That’s…” Shadowheart’s awe quickly shifted to annoyance. “So twistedly tragic. And you… think that’s romantic?”

Tav flashed Shadowheart a fanged smile, only pulling them to view for a purpose. “A little madness is part of the trade, love.” One eye closed as Tav winked at Shadowheart. Her reaction was much different to Tav. Despite Astarion’s elegance, there was something feminine about Tav that he just didn’t have. Their androgyny tripped Shadowheart up. A man would never make her melt, but Tav wasn’t a man, or perhaps was more than just a man.  

They all fell just a little more under Tav’s charm, Astarion could even feel the tug of their charisma on his opinion of them. His eyes narrowed as he watched them focus on Shadowheart now, fully committed to flirting with her until her face was bright red. She could only give half hearted refusals to their words as the ground she tried to stand crumbled from under her with the wash of Tav’s gaze. 

This kind of power, the charm to talk their way out of anything… A lot of things were adding up. Astarion had been decided right then and there that he’d seduce Tav, make them his shield from the others. And if he was lucky, maybe even his weapon against Cazidor.

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️

Thanks for the tags @bad-surprise and @wyrd-syster

Mine are all from other fandoms, but just in case any Reylos still follow me or your sexual awakening was also Jareth the Goblin King 😂, I'll share my 5 favorite fics that I’ve written w/ all the old shit I made for them:

1. when the moon met the sun in the sky [reylo fantasy au | E | 71k | 20/20] — To date my proudest work, just because it was fun to try and attempt to evoke a Miyazaki-style fantasy world, and the world-building was so much fun.

"Who?" Rey asked.

She knew who. But she didn't know what else to say.

The man called Kylo Ren — Ben, her mind whispered — rolled his shoulders, a tick she'd seen before, a thousand times at least; an echo of a boy she used to know.

He seemed to notice. He took a tentative step toward her. When she flinched in response, he froze.

"Don't do that," he said, soft as a psalm. His dark eyes darted over every inch of her.

"Do what?" she asked.

"Lie."

2. Boon [reylogan heist au | E | 39k | 12/20] — This is such a niche fic in the first place because it’s a crossover between SW and Logan Lucky, but man, it was so fun and Rey/Clyde are so soft. I’d never attempted to write a heist and I obviously didn’t finish but I still have a fondness for this (permanently? IDK) on hiatus little fic.

“Your jar looks like it’s full of stars,” Sadie said, gaping at it.

“It does,” Clyde agreed. He raised his own. “Time to set them free?”

Sadie nodded, skipping into the night to release hers. As Rey turned to follow, Clyde snaked his good hand around her wrist.

“Follow me.”

He led her around the house, where the night felt denser, darker, somehow warmer. Underfoot, wild daisies swayed in the dying summer breeze.

“Here,” he murmured. She smiled at him, then twisted the top of her jar off. He followed suit. Together, they shook the little bugs free — to fly away, blinking little lights in the darkness; hazy yellow stars they might touch.

3. Crown Glass [reylo fantasy au | M | 4k | 1/1] — I love this one because it just sort of came into being; a prompt/gift one-shot that took on a mind of its own, but I got to play more with present tense and some high-fantasy elements bouncing around in my brain.

She shouldn’t be able to find it. But she does.

It stands tall, tucked away in the back of the cellar; she weaves through abandoned armor, crusted cauldrons, and shelves and shelves of spellbooks to reach it. It’s old, ancient even; she can feel that, even if she’d never set eyes on it, full-length and ringed in circles of crown glass that shimmer in the gloom.

She reaches out a hand, skimming the surface–

And then a world appears on the other side.

A room, awash in milky moonlight. A desk, buried by books. A bed…

And a man.

She draws her hand back, heart thumping as loud as the magic in her ears.

The world flickers and fades back into blackness.

4. This is the Sign You've Been Looking For [reylo modern au | E | 29k | 10/10] — My first real Reylo fic and what got me back into writing after years away, so I have to give it credit! Also my first ever AU, and Virgin artist Ben Solo and sign maker Rey were so sweet and sad but with a nice HEA.

"I'm sorry," Rey murmured, drawing close. She could only seem to look at her feet.

He pressed a large palm to her face, tilting her head up to look at him. The music filtering in from the living room was noticeably softer; vaguely, Rey recognized Elton's "Your Song" playing in the background and decided it was a good idea to rest her hands on Ben's hips.

He glanced down at her touch, swallowing hard.

"Don't be," he hummed.

5. Muse [Labyrinth canonverse fic | E | 82k | 20/20] — I have a lot of Feelings about this fic, but I have to include it even though a part of me wants to edit it into oblivion, haha. I feel like I’ve come so far as a writer since finishing this in my early twenties, but I’ll always appreciate this for how it helped me improve, for how it gave me an avenue to do more with fantasy world-building, and for the nice response it got in a small little fandom.

"Why did you give me the peach?"

He stared at her, his expression unfathomable.

"Are you going to answer me?" asked Sarah quietly.

"You know why I gave it to you," replied Jareth, "To make you forget."

"No," continued Sarah, "I know. That wasn't what I meant. Why did you give me the peach, knowing that I would never be able to leave after taking a bite?"

Tagging: @demonscantgothere @scriberated @myrsinemezzo @thrillofhope and @formerlyir

[a-lonely-dunedain]

also celeair and margim body swap, perhaps, for funsies ✨

And now for something totally different! we've seen the Mournshaws be scary spooky, but she can do silly too 😌 get yourself a cursed forest who can do both.

I might do a continuation of this at some point bc this was mostly setup, but my brain isn't letting me write anything long rn soo *shrug* (I also had an idea for a dumb drawing but I can't promise anything)

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“This isn’t funny, Elain.” Margim growls, her annoyed tone sounding most out of place in Celeair’s voice, and her scowl looking even more out of place on his face.

“It’s a little funny.” Elain insists between poorly stifled snickering. It wasn’t exactly her fault that Margim’s glaring now looked about as intimidating as a disgruntled kitten.

“I think I would be more inclined to see the humor in this if I knew it wasn’t permanent…” Celeair chimes in, looking most uncomfortable with his newfound stature. It seemed it felt very unnatural for him to be towering over his companions like this, and he appeared to be moments away from trying to curl up into a ball and hide. “This… isn’t permanent, right?”

“Oh, certainly not! I would not have laughed so if I thought you might be stuck like this forever!” she gives Margim a pointed look, mistakenly directed to Celeair at first. “Please, I may be tactless, but I am not cruel.”

“Of course. Sorry to have doubted you.” Margim sounds a little sarcastic, but she was being genuine. She has enough trouble clearly conveying her intended tone in her own voice, much less someone else’s. Luckily Elain knows this, and does not take offense.

“So, you say the last thing both of you saw before you passed out was a white lynx with shining eyes, correct?” they both nod.

“Which was strange on multiple counts,” Celeair muses “There are no lynx in this area in the first place, right?”

“Indeed, there are not. As I’m sure you might have guessed, it was no real lynx you encountered. Sounds to me like you came across Cogwyr. He’s a trickster spirit, but not one of the dangerous ones. Usually.” That last part did not reassure them as much as the rest. “At least we have a name for him, people have encountered him and lived to tell about it! That’s far better than I can say for most denizens of that forest.”

“So, this is his sick idea of a joke?” Margim mutters

“Indeed it is!”

“Unfortunate that you share in his sense of humor.”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Yes. Please.” Celeair interjects, seeming a little panicked.

Elain holds up her hands “Of course of course, I’m merely teasing, I would not withhold such important information over something so petty.” Margim glares at her for frightening Celeair, looking far less intimidating than she’s used to, but says nothing.

“Well anyway, they say Cogwyr plays these tricks as part of a game of his. He’ll use his magic to work some unpleasant change on you, and if you manage to track him down and catch him, he’ll change it back.”

“It would have been helpful for him to tell us this beforehand...” Margim grumbles

“Well, no one ever said he plays fair.” she shrugs.

“On the bright side, if this is a game of tracking then we are fortunate to have the most skilled Elain with us!” Celeair nudges Margim’s shoulder, attempting to mask his palpable discomfort with optimism.

“About that…” Elain’s smile falls, and Celeair’s follows suit.

“What do you mean?”

“I do want to help you, genuinely, but if you’re to win at his game you must play it. If I track down Cogwyr for you or assist in any other direct way, he would likely see that as cheating and then he might never change you back, or do something worse to all three of us!” She gives them a sympathetic look, her jovial attitude vanished. “The risk is too great, for all of us. I’m afraid the most I can do is provide you with this guidance, you’ll have to be on your own for the hunt.”

“But,” she continues with an optimistic smile, “it’s not a terribly difficult game. As Mar- I mean Celeair already pointed out, there are no other lynx dwelling here, so any cat-tracks you find will most definitely belong to him. You shouldn’t have to be an expert hunter to find him.”

“I guess the hard part will be facing the forest itself then. I’m not in a position to effectively defend either of us now.” She hated to admit it, but she felt very helpless like this, and it was probably a factor in why she was so short with Elain. She knew that Celeair, being a scholar for most of his life, was not a particularly strong man, but nothing could have prepared her for how jarring this change would be. She’s not even sure she would be able to lift her mace, let alone wield it.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out. I think between the two of you there’s a whole brain somewhere!”

“I’m going to pretend that was a compliment.” Celeair smiles

“Hey, you’re the ones who wandered into the cursed forest unprepared, I think you deserved that at least.”

“Alright, fair.” Margim begrudgingly admits, earning another chuckle from Elain.

“I think I’ve done all I can for you now. I should return to Lhan Tarren and tell the Elder what happened, but after that I’ll come back to this spot and wait for you.”

With that, she bid them farewell and good luck “Not that you’re going to need it,” she adds “Probably.”

The two of them once again stand at the entrance to the Mournshaws, somehow feeling far less prepared than the first time they entered. The trees are deceptively beautiful, inviting, almost.

“Well, we’d best get going.” Margim sighs “The sooner I can give that damn cat a piece of my mind the sooner we’ll be back in our own bodies.”

“I have thought of one silver lining to our situation, at least.”

“And what’s that?”

“I finally get to do this!” In one swoop Celeair scoops up Margim in a tight hug, lifting her a ways off the ground. Turns out being absurdly tall with the strength to match does have some perks, even if he did feel much like a ‘bull in a glass house’ as the saying goes.

Margim makes a small undignified “A” sound in her surprise, but quickly collects herself.  For what it's worth, she found she rather enjoyed being held like this, and it’s not something she would normally get to experience. She returns the hug with a weary smile.

“Alright… I guess it’s not all bad.” 

If she had to be in such an uncomfortable situation, at least she was in it with Celeair. That helped. A lot, actually.

[oathofkaslana]

ALBEDO FOR THE ASKS PLEASE

YAYYAYYAYAYAYAYAYYA MY GIRL<333

First impression:

god i really liked his hair and by being my first 5* character he held a special place in my heart by default yk. then i learned abt him and klee and THE END LINE TO HIS STORYQUEST <- guy not normal abt fictional martyrdom................ and he shot up on my genshin blorbo leaderboards :3

Impression now:

i hate her i hope she Dies!!!!!!!!! dear god she makes me sick in the head i've spent so long analyzing every lil thing about her and her character stories and her relationship w her family and humanity as a whole. in some way i think the love she possesses is more of a statement about humanity than the statement about love as a force yk and i appreciate that a lot. i think she's suuuch an interesting character w so much potential and i really really hope they do her justice bc her story could be so satisfying..... i also really appreciate the fact that her story is entire family centric. youtube title. albedo saves genshin impact. <- real adn true.

Favorite moment:

theres a lot of lil moments im not sure i can pick.. it's somewhere between the moment in their character story 5 where he muses about whether or not their last mission is just rhine's way of tgetting them to live a fulfilling life or them actively telling klee that they could probably bounce jumpty dumptys off of alice's beach chairs without breaking them and then jean making them sign an agreement to not pull pranks w anything from the gaa island kasbdjhdbad.

Idea for a story:

character study of her first days in the KOF. i just think it'd be amusing to see her slowly realize that she and klee have genuinly become a family instead of feeling like klee and alice are his host family yk? :) also. klee calling her gege.

Favorite relationship:

... albedo and klee yeah whatever whatever who even saw that coming theyre the siblings ever Sorry. after that probably him and rhine... or durin.................................

Favorite headcanon:

fuck it have three. they chose to set up camp overlooking durin's bones partially because they felt weirdly drawn to it and when they needed to take a break sometimes they would start sketching the bones. after his arrival in mond, alice's house has been littered w drawings both from albedo and from klee. genderqueer (any pronouns) and bi. :]

[violetueur-archive]

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears . ( from suma bc wouldn’t that be funny that the crybaby is wiping away nicolette’s tears :’ ) )

NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE » ACCEPTING

The nights have grown colder this time of year.

With every gentle breeze that blows through the thin fabric of her simple yukata a tremor runs through her body, though she hardly feels it, lost in melancholy as she is. Sitting at the edge of the engawa, Nicolette stares out into the yard with a distant look. Her bare feet nudge at the small stones lining the perimeter of the estate, toes flexing against the pebbles.

She does not hear the door slide open, nor the soft patter of footsteps drawing near, but jolts minutely at Suma's sudden presence by her side. She says nothing at first— neither of them do. Normally talkative, Suma seems to hesitate at whatever expression she finds on her face. Even without words, the slayer can practically feel the other's concern. It's palpable and terrifying, but not entirely unwelcome. Somehow, the addition of a warm, familiar presence at her side makes it impossible to ignore just how cold she'd been before.

❝ Sorry, ❞ Nicolette is the first to speak, voice soft and uncharacteristically timid. Ashamed. ❝ I didn't mean to wake you. ❞

Suma shakes her head, denies the misplaced guilt. Nicolette isn't sure if she's telling the truth or not— even if her exit from the room hadn't awoken her, it's clear that Nicolette's absence had inevitably pulled her from bed. It's a strange feeling, to be both warmed by the knowledge of being missed, and chilled with regret for being an iconvienance.

It's still hard to be cared about. She isn't very good at accepting it sometimes.

❝ Everyone else is still asleep? ❞ She feels foolish for asking, but can't resist. Maybe it's some twisted way to figure out just how much self-inflicted punishment she deserves. Maybe Suma realizes it too, because she nods— assures that she only happened to wake up by chance. It could be true, but it's hard to tell. After another moment of silence, the kunoichi moves closer, sitting right beside slayer, smooth legs tucked under her bottom. Their arms brush with how close they are. It's enough to make Nicolette tense up for half a second before immediately relaxing by a thread.

A soft, sweet voice asks her what's wrong, and she shudders.

❝ I don't know, I— ❞ She stops, breathes in, then out, a trembling sigh. It'd be easy to just make an excuse, to brush it aside. Suma might be stubborn enough to put up a fight at first, but she'd never try and force Nicolette beyond her comfort. Yet... it feels wrong. She's trying to get better at this, at being loved, isn't she? ❝ Sometimes I have these dreams... they're not even nightmares. Not really, at least... not like I'm used to. ❞ Scarred fingers twitch in her lap, moving incessantly as she speaks. Clenching and relaxing. Picking at fabric. ❝ They're just... things I've experienced. Like I'm out on a mission... and there's all this blood. It's mine. I'm hurt real bad, and I'm laying there, all alone... and it's cold. So cold, and quiet. I can't move— I don't know if anyone will get there in time. I might die... I'm a little scared, I guess, but I'm used to it. It happened all the time before, but then I wake up, and I— I feel like I'm not really here... ❞

Like a confession, her voice falls to a trembling whisper. ❝ I wake up, and this is the dream. I'm not hurt, and I'm in bed, and I'm not alone— I'm safe, a-and... and it's not REAL. I want so badly to reach out and touch one of you, t-to just prove that it is, but... I'm so afraid that I'm wrong. That one selfish touch could ruin everything and I'd wake up all alone, covered in my own blood. Or that I might not wake up at all. I figured that it was better... better to never touch any of you again, if I could just stay in a beautiful dream. ❞

She doesn't realize she's shaking until Suma reaches out grab her hands, stopping the way they'd begun to clench so tightly that her nails left bloody, crescent-shaped wounds in her palms. ❝ But the thought of that made me feel so alone... you were all right there, but you couldn't have been further away. It was so confusing and scary. Before I knew it, I was out here... but I still didn't— don't feel like I'm in my own body. ❞ Her voice cracks with rising emotion. A gentle palm moves to cradle her cheek and lifts her head hanging head. It's impossible to hide the expression of acute grief on her face, eyes wide and glistening, lost. Suma doesn't look away, instead cupping both her cheeks, thumbs stroking awake tears— when had she started crying?

Nicolette sniffles and sinks heavily into the other's embrace as if the strings holding her up had been cut. Arms wrap tightly around her body, hands rubbing at her back and brushing through plum hair. She feels a pair of lips pressing into the crown of her hear, murmuring soft assurances and loving praise, and it's enough for the last of the tension to melt away. Wet lashes flutter closed, flushed nose burying against her lover's smooth neck to breathe in her familiar, comforting scent. Suma keeps talking, keeps touching, proving that she's here. That this is real.

The words follow even as exhaustion sets in. Sleep begins to claim her, and Nicolette dreams of nothing but a beautiful warmth surrounding her on all sides.

[bellewintersroe]

Hi :) Would you consider doing a Band Of brothers ship for me? Pronouns she/her, I have fluffy caramel hair and blushed cheeks. I wear lots of wide-fit, vintage, velvety clothing and Art Deco jewellery. Am easy-going, low-voiced, bluntly honest, more of a listener than a talker but am a total flirt when I like someone :)

Adore painting, art therapy, music, creativity - and psychology behind creativity.

Am most comfortable around someone once they’ve shown a flawed side of themself, and I fall hard for real warmth and character.

Thank you! No worries if you don’t want to do the ship :) Love your writing, keep it up.

hey of course!!! Thank you for your request and sorry for the long wait &lt;;3

I ship you with… David Webster!

LISTEN WHY DO PEOPLE NOT LIKE THIS MAN HES SO ATTRACTIVE- genuinely such a stand out performance in BoB and ep 8 was genuinely one of my fav episodes.

Webster would find you attractive from the second he saw you, with your quirky fashion sense and how artistic you are he finds it so sexy.

you two would have so much in common? At first you might be like meh he’s not very smooth, but the genuine warmth of his character and how he’s brutally honest and opinionated in many situations matches your energy perfectly.

if you flirt with him he’d lose the ability to speak.

let’s say you’re doing something creative or reading a book about artists, he’d probably come over and accidentally bug you but it’s only out of pure intentions, he’d just wanna see you.

you could tell him he’s annoying and then kiss him and he’d be like WOAH WHAT?!

genuinely questions how you’re so into him, baffled that you’re as attracted to him as he is to you.

you’d read to each other and you could paint him or create him something super cool and he’d cherish it literally for ever. Like, even if it’s a crumpled piece of nothing in the bottom of his pocket he STILL keeps it.

Let me tell you Liebgott fancied the duck out of you and he is PISSED when you choose Webster- Web is soooo smug he fucking loves it, haha u loser I got the girl.

no but genuinely is so respectful, he’s never want to cross a boundary with you, and if he did he’s glad you’d be so honest with him.

really values the honesty of your opinions, however I think the two of you have the potential to clash a little? Just kiss him and he’ll shut up though.

at the end of the war you calm him down, you’d be his muse when he’s the most vulnerable, and he’d really become more confident around you at this point.

stands the fuck up for you. If anybody says shit he has a gun to their cheek- or even just straight up punches them. Even Liebgott is a little intimidated. (Lieb would be super proud tho).

maybe if you give him a piece of your jewellery to remember you by when he gets sent off the line for those few months to recover he’d stare at it all the time.

very sentimental, would probs cry if he missed you.

keeps pictures of you in his wallet and stuck in his car mirror 🥺🥺

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I ship you platonically with… Babe Heffron!

This mf is so hard to write about platonically cos I love him and he’s too cute.

defiantly has a crush on you, stares gob smacked when he first see’s you but then his eyes shift to the left and- AWOOP jump scare Webster’s death staring at him.

realises it ain’t gonna happen, but grows very close to you as a friend, he’s chatty so it’s very easy and he genuinely has such an interest in your art.

BEGS BEGS BEGS you to make him something/ draw him then sulks when he loses it.

scared of Webster? Until after Bastogne and his confidence grows.

I just think Babe is so authentic so you’d really enjoy his company and I think he’d turn to you for advice about almost anything?

Is surprisingly good at advice, just nobody realises as he comes across not like that.

defends you against anybody, finally teams up with Webster finally.

the best of friends, life long, the kind where you want your kids to be friends and they are.

ahhhh so cute, you’d be his wing woman.

Easy to bully lollllll

[fumikomiyasaki]

breathe with Carol and James or recovery with Elias and Taylin

Gentleness Action

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

Settling down Carol almost fell onto the bed out of exhaustion... not only the tutoring was quite much that day, she did also try her best to keep up with James training but eventually she was way too stressed and done after... she was glad he told her to rest at his room so she didn’t have to wait to get back to Ramshackle... seeing her rest up he layed down with her, holding her close which eased her breath a little.

“You could have told me you were stressed, I could have just done training alone-”

“No... I wanna use any opportunity I can to see you... the real stress came else where...”

“Then why don’t you tell me.”

She turned to him and looked at him with a warm smile before nuzzling her head against his chest and holding him closer.

“Many have high expectations of me... and I don’t want to dissapoint them but... I feel like suddenly I have too many students and not enough time...”

“You don’t have to meet those expectation... you are only one person...”

“I know but-”

Quickly he shut her up with a small kiss which she gave into and after enjoying it for a long while he withdrew.

“I think others would also prefer you smile more and not be tired all the time... cut down on students and do only what you can, alright. This way we can have more dates, and you won’t be stressed as much... “

“I... guess I should... thank you James... “

Seeing her calm he also met her with a smile... however he soon felt her gain some energy and quickly draw close to kiss his neck.

“H-hey...”

“Why not spoil you a little... as thanks for cheering me up...What do you say?”

He smiled and put his hands on her hips...

“So thats the game you want to play... alright then... lets see who makes the other weak first.”

“Bring it on.”

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recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

Before Elias found her she sat in a corner... nervous about getting lost in this unknown school, but she said she wanted to visit him on her own to her brother... he was glad he found her first... because of Maaike found her she would likely be worse... And so he got her back to his dorm and sad down with her... rubbing her back so she can calm...

“Thank you...I was just... afraid I was at the wrong place.... I didn’t hear voices anymore.”

“Its fine... I did found you but... Its best not to walk off alone in this school.”

“Sorry...”

Seeing her visibly calm down he took her hands and smiled even if she couldn’t see it.

“Should I make you a tea for starters? So we can chat?”

“That would be sweet...”

As he got up and fixed all for making them a tea she spoke up again.

“I... just hope that one day despite my condition I can just visit you alone.... always asking my brother or someone else feels... awkward... especially when I wanna surprise visit you.”

“But you don’t have to, I could also just pick you up.”

“I know but.. nevermind... I just should accept it... “

He sat down next to her and held her tight.

“I will gladly be the one to guide you wehn you are lost.”

“Thank you.”