#strong angel/devil vibes here

[zorosbeau33]

Courting Gifts~ One Piece Omegaverse Headcanon Part 1!

Starring: Ace and Luffy! x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, sfw AU: Omegaverse, Omega Reader Wc: 1180 TW: Mentions of battle Masterlist~ Part 2~ Is ready! Thank you everyone for all your support! All characters involved in this fic are legal age or older in my au hope you enjoy!

This Goofy goofball knows exactly how to court. He gives me soft alpha/strong beta vibes. And he learned from Makino the ways to court long ago.

HOWEVER that being said, he also likes making you laugh. Courting gifts when it was just a crush were often goofy and maybe small inside jokes, or even mini pranks. 

Like a cupcake with sour flavored icing, still good but not at all what you were expecting. Boy did he giggle and laugh when your face puckered up with confusion.

Once he realizes these feelings are here to stay, or if you take initiative and heavily hint or gift him something. Then he gets sincere and downright smitten and soft

I hope you like the color orange, because he thinks you look so cute in the fuzzy luxury fur blanket with orange silk lining. Yes the fur has been dyed orange to match as well and you stick out like a sore thumb on this winter island but you're warm!

He is much more of a simple gift kinda guy, first sign is him not just sharing his food with you but getting a plate and filling it for you before looking after himself. 

He long ago memorized your favorite food 

He uses his devil fruit as a gift for you as well…yes in his mind warm hugs or warm handed deep tissue massages count as courting gifts. They're a promise from him to you he will take care of you forever if you allow him.

He has never understood collecting shiny rocks, seashells, and the like…until now. Something about courting makes every exceptional seashell and rock extra special now and if he thinks theyre pretty he will pocket them to give to you later.

“The way it shined reminded me of your eyes/smile”

He's much more of a physical show rather than buying gifts. So his presents may not be noticed immediately.

Giving you rides in his flame boat (he has to carry you so his flames dont set you on fire and boy does he love carrying you now)

Insisting on being the one to be paired up with you for anything and everything. From crew game night, to exploration parties, to mission assignments, even to his previously hated cleaning duties. 

Soft touches, on your waist, your hand. To help you get across a large gap (if he doesn't just pick you up). To reassure you if you’re expressing a moment of doubt/trouble. When he thinks your smile is especially bright and he just needs to touch your cheek to ensure you’re real.

 Or to push you behind him in times of danger or conflict, yes you can take care of yourself BUT he wants to be your support and fighter. He is first to cheer you on in a fight, but if he can prevent a needless dangerous encounter he will put himself in front so any animosity is directed at him not you.

When he realizes you might want clothes, or scented items he goes to Marco.

He understands the process, he gets how to scent something. However he wants his brother figure and the very honest bestie to help him judge which ones are best. He doesn’t want to over scent something and have it be oppressive. And he knows he’s rough on clothes so he’s making sure the things he’s giving you are good quality still so they’ll last as long as you want to keep them.

He also gives you a nickname, you’ve always had one but it was more of a teasing best friend kind of thing. Suddenly you have a much more dignified and polite nickname…its also a very classic 50’s romance sort of nickname like Doll, or Pumpkin, or Kitten…or Angel

Okay he’s alpha, if that wasn’t evident from his emperors haki and being captain etc 

Unlike his brother he is dumb…very dumb. Has never cared about courting a day before in his life. Used to say “EW” and stick out his tongue (even at 16)

He doesn’t even realize at first that the things he is doing is courting when he first starts. Probably because he doesn’t realize at first that he has feelings for you.

Robin did from day one, Zoro did maybe the first week, Sanji had suspicions too after a month or so, and the others later feel like they should have seen it coming since he constantly talked about how mouth-watering you smelled and loved to cling around you and just burrow in your neck to snuffle you. He learned not to nip when Nami yelled at him for it the first day he met you. Like I said the others feel they should have seen this sooner.

Giving you bits of his food, scenting you, constantly asking to hold your hand, and giving you every single cool thing he sees for you to “keep safe” but if you try to give them back he’d “no thanks you keep them!” then laugh and bounce off

Unlike what anyone would have expected Luffy figures out his emotions for you very quickly. It didn’t take Robins hints to him, he knew after you all finally got in a large altercation together against the world government or some pirates. He was always protective of his nakama, but before the enemy could land the devastating blow to your back in the battle. Luffy was screaming in rage. Bounding across the battlefield to you to protect HIS friend. His…ohhh…

He talked to Robin and Nami, they advised him on courting and how to make you his. He only grasped 30% but he’s trying

He would make the ship go broke in order to buy you every cool thing, or every soft nesting thing, or all the food you could eat. 

The king of bringing you random plucked wildflowers (several have been confiscated by Chopper as they were poisonous plants, Luffys eye for weird things haven gotten the best of him)

They're messy but he learns to make flower crowns for you both to wear. Talks about making them for your future kids

He didn’t used to own much clothing, but now he is expanding his wardrobe just so he can have more things that smell like him to wrap you up in.

You have exclusive hat permission, don’t abuse it but if you ever ask him, he does not mind putting it on your head for a while

He thinks you look so good in it too, makes him puff up his chest and yell to the world how awesome you are.

He has bought you one very nice present, one he had to work his butt off to get. Literally, Nami made him get a job on an island to pay for it and he was actually sincere while working there (sorry Baratie). 

It's a unisex gold bangle bracelet with a red ruby with your and his initials engraved in the gold along with the date you joined his crew (because yes he remembers the date perfectly)

[blackdragoness]

⛽GASING YOU UP, BABY⛽

YALL NOT READY FOR ALL DIS' GASSSSS. Lemme gasssss yo lil fat head up, okayyyy. This PICK-A-PILE is for you!

"somebody call 911, shawty fiyah burnin' on da dance floor." -sean kingston

Pile 1 -

Pile 2 -

Pile 3 -

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Pile 1: Show Stunnah 🌻

Overall Tarot Card: The Devil 😈

Channelled Song: Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson

⛽ The gasssss on you is....⛽

🚨🚨ALARMS GOING OFF. YOU SHUTTING THIS SHIT DOWNNNN. LESSSGOOOO 🚨🚨

First of all, you muthafucka's is FINE as hell! I'm talking about FOIIINNEEEE as hell. Body on fleek, face card never declines. As soon as you walk into the room, all eyes are on you and all your competition starts to die a little inside 😂 You are the talk of the town, the talk of every circle, babbyyy 🤤 But y'all been knew dat, 😏

"BEEN that bitch, still that bitch" - Megan The Stallion

Natural beauty with the confidence to match

Confidence of a lion(ess)

Honestly, physically, you got it muthafuckin' going on dawg, what the fuckkkkk. Out of all the piles, this one wins in the Looks Department LOL sorry to the other piles

I'm seeing a face that is so fucking beautiful and angelic. Forever youthful.

Your beauty never dies and it never ages.

I have this huge urge to gasp in awe! You make people gasp with your beauty, ermagerrrdddd this is too cute! I feel like I'm melting in your presence 🫠. It's like everytime people see you in person, you take their breathe away and all they can do is gasp in awe at your undeniable beauty 😂😂😂 it's so fucking corny bro, but damn. That was a channelled message for someone's fine ass out there. You got it like that Mami/Papi, *snap snap snap*

A literal fucking goddess/god. Like you make men want to turn all romantic and old school, writing poems and singing outside your window in the middle of a full moon & shiiit. Or for my men, you make a girl wanna break all her rules and go buck wild for you!!! Like this shit crazzzyyy!! But this is what you be doing to these people lmaoooo!

I'm sure you're a great person on the inside and all, but there is so much emphasis on your physique that I apologize if you feel exploited right now 😂😂 and tbh, you might know the effects your body causes on people so you might be a person with strong boundaries. But damn Papi, what dat body do? 😏

With the devil card crowning your reading, people are OBSESSED WITH YOU!!! Bitch, who tf are you? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with yo ass!? Lmao

"I can do bad all by myself." You're very independent but you may have many friends too.

Imma just say it flat out: YOU GOT THAT GOOD WAP BABYYYYYY. THAT GOOD WOOD, ya know what I'm sayin' 😂 rumor has it, you can fucking werkkkk it. You got people THIRSTY AF out here, mayneee. Chilllllllll.

You got this hella chill vibe to you though. Like laid-back. Relaxed. Not about the shits or the drama. People can try to ruffle your feathers to get any type of reaction out of you but you stay unbothered AF and that's what draws them nearer to you.

You have a gift for social interactions. Most people have social anxiety but you maneuver and work the room with ease and calmness. It's very admirable.

So many people want to marry you dude, I'm not even kidding. But I'm sensing that you are just focused on yourself and your goals. Relationship isn't a priority in your life right now. But that also is what turns the thirst factor UP when it comes to you.

SEXY, SEXY, SEXY, SEXY, SEXXXXX-Y.

Rich girl, city girl, material gworl vibes

"You always got dem eyes on you" - people love to watch you and stare at you. Sometimes people zone out in conversation with you because your beauty distracts them 😂 you could be talking to them in perfect pronunciation and speed but they won't hear a damn thing you said lol I guess your beauty is deafening too 😂

As beautiful and as sexy as you are, you also have a tender kindness when you interact with anybody. Your beauty shines both inside and out and that's why you are the mf GOAT.

You turn heads every where you go. You got bitches jealous wishing they was you. Ermahgerrrddd, I'm getting a rush of energy from tons of people who fantasize about what it would be like if they had your life. Honestly, that sounds like I'm over hyping y'all, but it's the truth lol. Maybe knowing this information will help you see the beauty of your own life and appreciate it for what it is. Because from folks looking on the outside into your life, they would literally trade spots with you in a heartbeat. Heck, they are already doing it in their daydreams. Recognize that YOU ARE THAT BITCH.

You may come from a great family life. Or people think you come from a super good looking family judging based off of your looks alone lol

A lot of people want to be tied to you in some way. People feel that being connected to you gives them "brownie points" in popularity 😂😂 some people may try to befriend you for clout. I'm not even getting social media vibes, although y'all may be big on social media too. But I'm sensing like real life clout, which is ten times better than social media clout, ya feel me. It's almost like knowing you in real life makes people feel more important in real life.

Y'all are the IT GIRL/ IT BOY. Everyone wanna be you, do the things you do, talk like you, walk like you, fucking everyfannnggg!!! I cannot with y'all. You guys are unreal but thats why we are so fucking obsessed with you, booo. Keep doing you and keep being you 🌻

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Pile 2 - Cutie Pie 🥧

Overall Tarot Card: Ace of Cups

Channelled Song: My Bestie by Lloyd ft Sevyn

⛽ The gasssss on you is.....⛽

🍯🍯CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER 🍯🍯

Everyone wants to hug you, squeeze you, love on you. Stick you in their pocket and take you home. This vibe is so mushy and gooey!

Everybody's little sister. You provoke a very protective spirit in those around you and those close to you. You are looked at as something that needs to be protected at all costs.

I dunno what it is about you but people will go to bat for you no matter the situation or the time. If ever you are in trouble, you have a whole gang of people who you can count on to drop what they are doing and prioritize you. Even if they are pissed off at you, they would lay their differences to the side and come to your rescue.

You make people feel very emotional when it comes to even just the thought of you. You are so special to people I don't think you realize that!

You are that person in people's lives that they cannot imagine ever losing. Like an angel in disguise who needs to be protected from this cruel world.

You attract friends like flies!!!!! This pile is SOOOOOOO popular and you don't even have to try. You could actually be a more introverted and reserved person but constantly have a crowd of people with you.

Sooooo warm and soft. Feels like I'm sinking in an ocean of really warm honey. That's how you make people feel.

People LOVE hugging you, cuddling you, and feeling you. Your presence is very calming and motherly.

You have great motherly instincts and people trust you with their children and animals. Kids might naturally flock to you and easily trust you because of your kind nature.

You may only consider a small group of people as friends but there are so many people who consider you as one of their best friends. You may make some friends jealous because they envisioned some type of exclusive friendship with you. However, a lot of people need you in their life and so that's something they need to come to terms with.

A lot of people feel like they can confide in you with confidential matters, knowing it will be kept safe. You also give really great advice that helps people progress further on their life path.

You are a very necessary presence in many peoples life stories. If every human soul had a book about their life, there would be at least one chapter about you in multiple life books. While most people are only focused on writing their own book, they are scarcely mentioned in other stories. But you, you are very necessary in the development of other people's life journeys. Like you make an impact on their story for the better. Wowwwww. I can only imagine that this role comes with a lot of positive karma for you and your generations to come.

You beautify every place you enter, every floor you walk on, and every person you meet. You are a contagious ray of light that shines everywhere you go even in the darkest of places.

You very rarely compete or get jealous of people and that's why many consider you to be their best friend. They feel completely free to be themselves around you with no judgement, guilt or shame.

You are unapologetically yourself and it's a big turn on for the opposite sex.

Many people wish they could possess your unapologetic nature but they are realizing it is a lot harder to mimic than they thought.

"I walk like this cuz I can back it up. I got a big ego" -Beyonce

You been through a lot and it shows through how sweet and caring you are. And because you put out that energy, people wanna love you the same way in return.

You really tug at people's heart strings when they think of you. I'm hearing "a heart of gold and titanium". So valuable and indestructible.

You have been placed on this throne by a lot of people. Very very respected and admired. I'm hearing you proved yourself. Your true colors shown and they worked in your favor.

An example for others to follow

A true royal

SELF-CONTROL, SELF-CONTROL, SELF-CONTROL. You have so much self control and people are both envious and admiring that trait of yours. "The one with the most control over themselves is the one with the most power in the room."

You might be a very adaptable person. You literally can chop it up with anybody you want! No personality is too hard for you to adapt to.

You have such a knack for resolving conflict. You can de-escalate any situation with your soft spoken voice and level-headedness. Things always run smoother when you are around.

People take you seriously and really listen when you speak. You may not vocalize your opinions as often as others, but when you finally do, it shocks people, so they listen.

A deep well of wisdom.

Honorable. Highly respected. Highly trusted.

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Pile 3 - LEGEND ⚜️

Overall Tarot Card: 8 of Pentacles

Channelled Song: One Call Away by Bina Butta

⛽ The gasssss on you is.....⛽

🥶🥶 YOU OUT HERE GIVING US THE SHIVERS WITH YO ICY FINE ASS 🥶🥶

BOSS BITCHHHHH. I see you focused on that bag and getting that bag!!! If you chose this pile, YOU LOOK LIKE MONEY, HUNNY 🤑

"came through drippin *drip drip*"

You are a hard ass worker. I'm getting strong energy coming from the workplace you work at. You got a lot of people dumbfounded at your work ethic. For some reason, I'm getting that they didn't think you were going to be the type of worker that you are.

You may be known as someone who bosses up every time you experience a hardship in life. It's actually pretty phenomenal to watch.

Phoenix rising from the ashes.

You are that one character in a movie story that never dies 😂 it's like no matter how many battles you fight, you never fucking die lol it's annoying to your haters but so inspiring to those who witness this inner strength of yours.

You are a LEGEND! Some people think that your life experiences are too good to be true. But they just ain't ever met nobody like you before thats why. I'm hearing that behind your back people try to investigate the validity of your story just to be humbled when they find witnesses who retell the same story.

People want to know the depths of your life experience. I'm getting that people view you kind of like Indiana Jones who is well travelled with many stories and adventures to tell for many days.

You inspire people to think outside of the box. To want more for themselves and be open to newer opportunities that can make them feel free and alive again. You make them want to explore life again.

You walk around like a large ball of life force energy. Anything within a 5 foot radius of you starts to be influenced by your vibration.

A lot of people speak about you!!! A lot of people have your name in their mouth. It's very positive though. I'm hearing a lot of praise, chanting your name. Celebrating you!

I sense you might be hermit mode or really just focusing on yourself. People can see the changes that are happening through your physical appearance . Your hardwork and focus shines through your countenance.

You have a lot more people who support and love you. Im feeling that for this pile, the support isn't as apparent as it was for Group 2. I'm feeling like this pile stands alone with lots of silent supporters. Something about you being very intimidating or being closed off to a connection is what's blocking people from showing their support but it's like they understand why you are closed off and respect your boundaries.

People feel like you are going very far in life and will hit it big in the future. They want to see you win and are silently watching until then.

The way you carry yourself is top notch alpha type vibes. Specifically for my feminines, this is so sexy about you. You carry this masculine energy in such a sexy feminine way it intimidates and submits even the strongest of men. Very BAWS BOSS like.

RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 🦁

BOSS, BOSS, BOSS, BAWSSSYYYYYY

"Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass" 🤨🤨okaaayyyy, someone clearly has a nice juicy ass that needs to be pointed out 🤷🏾‍♀️

You must have a very strong presence in your work place because the energy keeps taking me to a work environment. Either that or you think about work all the time 😂 you really are such an independent woman. Some may call it hyper independent but do you honey. Set the standard as high as you want. Don't let their intimidated ass opinion shrink you 😉

Maybe you own a lot of businesses or aspire to own your own business. People see the potential for you. But I'm getting indecisive energy. You are probably really talented at SOOO many things and are weighing out your options. However, you know that once you have made your decision, there is no stopping you from reaching the top. Everyone else knows it too and that's why they are silently watching you.

You are a rare human. You have an imagination that is so active. Anything you imagine, you create in this world. You were probably a very imaginative kid and highly active. With how hard you work coupled with your crazy active imagination, you actually have the power to manifest whatever you want into existence. Maybe you are aware of that. Maybe you aren't. But channelling this energy feels very magnetic and strong. Keep your imaginations alive. Keep your dreams alive. Chase them.

People wonder how you gained such a bright imagination. They wish they could have that light that you have. You heal a lot of people's inner child by giving them experiences to exercise their imagination. Maybe you enjoy conversations about the trendy things from people's childhoods or you like to talk about the future a lot. You spark creativity and imagination for people and it gives them motivation for life again.

You lead by example. Lots of people are out here running they mouth but you stay steady on your grind proving your worth through your life.

You have silent supporters because you are a silent leader. You don't do much talking. You just do the damn thing and later on people find out what you did and are completely shocked.

You are a bombshell. Not only do you look great but you're like a ticking time bomb in people's minds. You constantly have people stewing over you and then boom, you do something that blows everybody's minds lol. I like this vibe. Very spontaneous and fun to be around

[gallusrostromegalus]

Something that you might have discussed that I just missed for AEIWAM - if Hell is basically Soul Rehab for souls that aren't Contributing Properly, then why does having high spiritual energy mean that you're more likely to go to Hell? Are they basically bleeding off excess energy from those souls, or?

Yes and no?

1. Hell is rehab for Souls that would damage the cycle of reincarnation*specifically*. People only go to hell for two* reasons: they do a lot of harm to others (aka Bad Karma), or when reincarnating them would throw the balance between worlds off (High power)

Basically, there needs to be... Approximately the same amount of spiritual energy in the living world, spirit world and Hell. So when an exceptionally powerful spirit like say, a Captain, dies and moves onto the next plane, there sort of needs to be 'room' for the incoming powerful soul. There usually isn't, and also the Life Machine that generates reality needs to eat, so Hell solves both problems by having really powerful souls come to hell and vent power for a while until they are only about as strong as a regular soul, and then send them back to the living world.

2. So, yes, the more powerful a soul, the more likely they are to go to Hell, no matter how they behave in the living or spirit world.

For people on the level of Gotei-13 captains, it's pretty much guaranteed, unless they manage to do something bizarre like drain all of their spiritual energy into a magical barrier or leave it stored in the Family Cursed Artifact (looking at you, Tsunyashiro clan). Lieutenants stand an estimated 50/50 chance (unless they learn Bankai in which case, again, guaranteed), and all seated officers are at some increased risk.

3. How they behave while alive still makes a difference though.

See, Hell in AEIWAM isn't *necessarily" The Bad Place. Souls cause harm to other souls for TONS of reasons that aren't evil: mental illness, getting caught in terrible circumstances, genuinely trying to make the world a better place and severely fucking up, and sometimes it's just bad luck. Hell isn't there to punish, it's there to figure out what went wrong that this soul hurt so many people, and try to fix it.

Sometimes that's things like "magically removing the ego and putting a different sized one in", sometimes it's "cognitive behavioral therapy" sometimes it's "you're not a bad person but you did fuck up so you gotta do a really boring and gross task that helps restore the ambient vibes of the universe for 400 years to balance out the damage" sometimes it's "actually, we can trust you to do good deeds, here's a visa to the living world to dole out minor miracles to anyone who needs it".

In AEIWAM, the only difference between a devil and an angel is that the angel does field work and the devil does back office.

So sure, all the captains are going to Hell at some point. But if they did their best while alive, they more or less get to skip rehab and have Free Time until they're weak enough to leave. It fun, actually! Captains and the like get assigned a Demonic Personal Assistant and told to go have fun, don't break anything, and are turned lose to go adventuring, get married, take up farming and/or stamp collecting or whatever they desire.

*note from above: there is a third "legitimate" way to enter Hell: Superlative Karma.

It's RARE, but once in a while a soul so vastly improves life for everyone else they end up with such extremely good karma that they run the risk of unbalancing the planes just by sheer vibes clash. Superlatives are plucked out of the cycle of reincarnation by Hell to help the spend some of that karma having a very literal HELL OF A GOOD TIME.

4. And so, all the planes of the wheel lived in harmony, UNTIL THE BOURGEOISIE ATTACKED.

Problem is, about... 1500ish years ago, a bunch of the noble houses got together, tricked The Monk Who Speaks The Name into letting them into the house of the guy that maintains The Life Machine, they very literally butchered The Divine Tech Support, and used parts of his body to jam up the wheel of life, because they thought they could be God better than God.

Dumbasses.

One of the things they jammed was the Exit from Hell, so now only a few people can leave at a time and the backup is threatening to unbalance the entire wheel now, so Hell is also being VERY VERY CAREFUL to not let any of the Captains die until they've gotten enough souls out that there is effectively 'room' for the Captain.

So yes. Higher spiritual power means a soul is guaranteed to go to Hell, at least for a while-but it also means they won't be going there for a long, LONG time.

[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: A page from Trigun Maximum. In the top panel, Vash has his arms outstretched to hold his gun. His right arm, sleeve and all, is distorting and cracking as part of it twists and extends up into a branch that has curled around and caught a bullet in mid-air. Little feathers, like the beginnings of wings, are extending from some of the cracks. Vash is wide-eyed, frantic-looking. The bottom panel shows a closer up image of Vash's face and upper arm, showing that the branch has caught the bullet just inches from his right eye. The bullet is still turning and giving off smoke as it expends its momentum, the thin branch evidently extremely strong to hold it. End ID.]

Not that I don't love a good wingfic/wingart but I think we've got some REAL wasted potential in leaving out how much Vash's extensions are both feathered and resembling leaves, bark and branches. And evidently capable of not just warping his body but the fabric of anything he's wearing. The first time I read this I thought this might have been as much of a surprise to him as it is to the reader--that he's so off his game today that he has a closer call than he has before and reacts with an instinct he didn't know he had. My current read, based on a panel below, is that he did know he could do this, but usually does his damndest not to. He is off his game, not fully in control of his reactions, so he slips and does something he normally avoids at all costs, possibly because he knows what the reaction will be...

[ID: three panels from Trigun Maximum. In the first, Meryl is collapsing, clutching her head in both hands, her mouth open and eyes wide in terror. Milly is throwing her arms around Meryl with a frantic expression, yelling "Ma'am! What's wrong, Meryl?! Hang on!" The second panel is a flashback to Vash's partial angel transformation, focused on the inhuman scream on his face and his right arm transforming into the Angel Arm weapon. The whole panel is overlaid with a staticky filter that makes this dark and chaotic. The third panel is a close-up of Meryl's terrified expression, in a photo-negative style so that her skin is dark and her hair is light. End ID.]

PTSD is a BITCH. Meryl seems to be holding it together after Ryutsu Citadel--she often comes off as the kind of woman who prides herself on being level-headed and keeping her shit together in chaotic situations--but this unanticipated transformation triggers a whole-ass flashback and that throws her into a level of terror we've never seen her experience before, not even when she was actually kidnapped, because that's how PTSD be. All that terror that she would have felt at the time had she not been full of adrenaline and anger and panic, unloading out of nowhere when there's nothing else to interrupt it. I'm glad Milly is there, she seems like she gives good hugs, but GOD this hurts to see--especially since it generates more grief and guilt for Meryl because of how her reaction drives Vash away. She's vibing with Wolfwood on the "this guy is terrifying but he's also the best person I've ever met and I can't help being in love with him" but she's had WAY less time to process knowing what Vash is...

[ID: Four panels from Trigun Maximum. In the first, Vash looks angry and frustrated, his teeth gritted as he looks down, panting, "Sh-shit!" The second panel shows some random generic townspeople looking on with wide-eyed, startled expressions. The third panel has reduced those same townspeople into pitch-black silhouettes, with only their eyes and mouths visible as blank white lines as they say, "Did you see that?", "He's a monster", and "He really does have the power of the devil." The fourth panel shows Meryl, her arms cradling her head and mostly covering her expression, but one eye is visible, wide and crying. She's visibly trembling. End ID.]

With so much Christianity about it's not surprising that some people jump to "he's a witch!" but still, OUCH. Vash's frustrated expression here is what makes me think that maybe he did know he could do this--he has, after all, seen Knives create his blades from his arm--but he really, really, REALLY does not want to and usually avoids it at all costs. He's just that far off-kilter to begin with and accidentally doing this does not help. I have to wonder if he's ever done this before and gotten the "burn the witch!" reaction before... that REALLY wouldn't help his fear/lack of knowledge about his own body as an independent plant if he never actually explored what he can do because he wants so badly to be perceived as human/pass socially among humans. And if showing his non-humanity so deeply terrifies not just strangers but even someone he was getting quite close to like Meryl, why wouldn't he hate and fear himself?

[achaotichuman]

An AU where tamlin (disguised as female) and rhysand fall in love tthen tamlins like wait i have to tell u something then rhys finds outs hes tamlin and undergoes a sexuality crisis

YES, I LOVE THIS PROMPT. Don't know why but this is giving me a Cinderella retelling vibe. Btw sorry for the late response anon, but here's how I think this would go down.

*Trigger Warning- Innuendoes, non-explicit mature content.*

The white trail of her dress was like an angel's wings dragging across stone carved from the mountains of Hell. Lace lined her arms and the top of her breasts. A long slit ran up the side of her thigh, revealing the same lace work hugging her legs.

Golden hair spilled down her back and shoulders, flowers and rings of gold weaved through those luscious strands. Her shoulders and collarbone deliciously bare, off the shoulder sleeves hung over the lace of her forearms. An angel indeed, left in the company of devils.

Rhysand watched her from his throne. His eyes locked in on those slender legs as they moved her through the crowd. The females eyed her, disgust twisting in their face, constricting their eyes and noses. Males stepped out of her way as she moved past them like fluid.

A powerful, or perhaps idiotic, decision to wear such garments, not a stain on the white silk. A symbol of purity, as if anyone from this Godforsaken city could be called pure.

She looked up to the throne set high above the people below it. Her eyes were of the deepest green, as if they had been sucked from the heart of a forest, flecked with gold like stars. Their gazes locked and for a moment, the world ceased to exist, everything turning to a black void and low drone of voices. Even though her head was tilted up to see him, Rhysand couldn't help but feel like she was looking down on him, like his existence was worth little more to her than whoever else wished for her presence in bed, or hand in marriage.

Then she turned away, she turned away and every nerve in his body burned for her to look at him again.

What was this strange, heady feeling? Rhysand tilted his head, watching as she walked back into the crowd, unable to disappear from view, as she was a sliver of light in the sea of black and deep Night Court purple.

'Are you staring at her?' A familiar laughing voice boomed in his head. Rhysand allowed the smallest of smirks as he cast his eyes in the direction of his friend and General.

Cassian grinned back from his place beside Azriel, stationed close to the throne but not close enough that they overshadowed him.

'There are many 'hers' here tonight, Cass, enlighten me on which you speak of.'

'Oh, don't be so formal, High lord. The pretty one in the white dress, everyone's lookin at her.' He murmured it in such a low tone Rhysand had to suppress the urge to snap.

'Careful Cass,' Azriel murmured through the mental bond, 'Rhysand's already called first bite.'

'There is no first bite, Azriel.' Rhysand replied smoothly, 'Though it is a... proud choice to wear such clothing.'

'A cocky choice more like it.' There was Mor, Rhysand was wondering when she would but in with her opinion, 'To wear robes like that when our Court uniform is solely black, blue and purple is insulting at the least, an act of defiance at worst.'

'Calm yourself, Mor. She hasn't done anything as of yet.' Rhysand drawled.

'Apart from looking like an angel with her wings cut off.' Cassian said.

'Get back to work you three.' Rhysand ordered, shutting out the tones of his friends before resuming his former position, sitting on an oversized throne being bored as all Hell.

Rhysand scanned the ballroom again, watching the waltzing taking place before him. The deep, low tones of the music in the air hummed like background noise, nothing more than decorative festivities meant to give the people an opportunity to move their bodies in a fashion that wasn't simply standing around.

Music had never been the Hewn City's strong point. Such artistry was better off in Velaris, where good people could actually be found.

Rhysand sighed, if the Darkbringer's army wasn't so powerful he would have had Azriel and Cassian bring the foundations of this place down and allow the wicked cruelty festering down here to be crushed. That's all these people deserved after all.

Too lost in his own bored musings, Rhysand failed to notice the swift, silent steps coming for him until she was standing directly before him.

Rhysand near jolted but forced his body to remain calm. Up close she was even more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.

Her arms were toned and muscular, her waist clipped and hips flaring out to show off curvy thighs. For a moment the urge to grab them squeeze pricked his mind.

"You are standing before the throne, yet you are not on your knees?" Rhysand hummed, his voice deceivingly kind.

The female before him wasn't stupid and he figured that out quickly by the hardened glare she gave him. But it was clear to see she lacked fear of consequence, because the first words she spoke to him were, "Do you always just sit on your ass on this throne, or will you actually mingle with your own people?"

Rhysand opened and closed his mouth, completely and utterly at a loss for words.

"I beg your pardon."

"My pardon is granted; now will you answer my question?"

Rhysand stared at her, unable to form a coherent sentence that did not entail yelling his indignation. So, he opted for a gentle brush of his talons against her mind.

Finally, she narrowed her eyes and took a slight step back on instinct, remembering how dangerous the male before her truly was.

"Are you drunk, lady? Or perhaps do you lack self-preservation? You stand before my throne, asking insulting questions and assuming you give pardon to me?"

She tilted her head to the side as if she was truly pondering his question, "It has been mentioned that I lack any real self-preservation, but I like to call it a lack of tolerance for entitled self-serving Night Court royals."

Rhysand couldn't help it, he snorted, a quick, genuine sound. He had no idea how it even slipped past his defenses. Her lips quirked up in a slight grin, counting his reaction as a win on her side. He quickly coughed into his hand trying to cover the sound but that only seemed to serve to amuse her more.

"What is your purpose in antagonizing me, lady?"

"I am not antagonizing; I am asking a genuine question. Are you going to sit on your ass for the whole party, or will you join the festivities?"

"I'd hardly call this," He gestured to the stiff, tense dancing- if one could call it that- taking place below them, "Dancing."

She glanced at the people behind her, then she looked over him again. Her green eyes so sharp as they swooped up and down him like a predator's watchful gaze.

Even though she was but another Hewn City citizen that he could have tortured and executed if he wished for it, Rhysand couldn't help but feel as though he was not the one in control.

"Perhaps the people would be more responsive if their ruler joined them instead of sitting up so high above them." She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to her left leg as she waited for his reaction.

"Who are you to tell me how to rule my people?"

She grinned at his scowl. A grin with bone white teeth and sharp, gleaming fangs. Between that glowing smile and the way those gold specks in her eyes seemed to shine brighter, Rhysand felt his world shift from one side to the other and it was dizzying.

"I am the person telling you to get off your ass and come dance." She said.

Rhysand blinked his violet eyes; she blinked her green ones back.

"Are-are you asking me to dance?"

"No."

"No?"

She took his hand in her own. Her hands weren't soft and dainty, no, they were calloused and firm. Hands like his. Hands that were used.

She tugged and Rhysand, adding horror to curiosity, followed her silent order. He stood up.

The High lord was marginally taller than the female before him. But he was surprised at her height regardless. In a good set of heels, she would surely surpass him.

She was playing some game, doing something to him that Rhysand couldn't figure out.

"Asking would insinuate you had a choice to dance or not, you're dancing with me, that's final." Her cheeky pink tongue slid across her fangs, red spread across Rhysand's face. A strip of blotchy red that undoubtedly did not escape her cunning eyes.

Sucking in a breath, Rhysand tried to find the will to rebuke her. But before he even got a sentence out, she was pulling him down to the dance floor.

Looking out at the sea of people. Rhysand watched as jaws dropped and eyes widened. Even the music from the orchestra faltered for a moment as eyes went to the feared High lord of Night being half-dragged by a strange, beautiful female in a dress of pure white.

When Rhysand's eyes snapped to those watching they quickly resumed their ministrations. Pointedly not making any eye-contact with the Lord or the mysterious lady.

Once in the center of the room, she spun on her heel and put a hand to his shoulder, forcibly placing his hand on her waist. Then she smiled up at him. A beautiful display of pearly whites with a sweet gaze.

"Well High lord? Show us all what talents you keep hidden while you're sitting on the throne."

*** "What do you mean she can't be found?!" Rhysand yelled, Azriel didn't so much as flinch, Rhysand did notice the slight roll of his eyes.

"I mean no one can find her. Like she just," Azriel gestured to nothing, "Disappeared into the night air, and from what I've gathered, no one had ever seen her before."

"What does that mean?" The High lord hissed, knowing very well what that meant.

"It means your little crush wasn't from the Hewn City, somehow she snuck in there. Which means she could be from anywhere."

"Impossible. It's impossible to leave the Hewn City or enter it without my permission." Rhysand stood up from his chair, walking away from his desk and towards the large window behind him. Looking out over the view of Velaris. Soft evening sun was upon the world, casting tall shadows over the ground and filling the air with a soft cool breeze. The scattered lights of the city looked like stars on Earth.

"Even if she somehow snuck in as you say, she couldn't have left. The security is to tight."

"I don't know what to tell you Rhysand, she danced with you then disappeared."

"Impossible." Rhysand repeated shaking his head.

Her waist in his hand had been like heaven pressed against him. Looking down into her eyes are they moved, spun and turned had been a religious experience. Nothing in the world compared to her long fingers travelling up his neck to brush the underside of his chin. No drug in the world could ever get him higher then when she had let him spin her away from the ballroom.

"Hello, Night Court to Rhysand!" Cassian smacked the side of his head. Rhysand reeled around and went to punch him right in the throat, but the larger male caught his arm before he could get close.

"Give it up, Rhys, it's been a week. The girl's not comin back." His General told him.

"You don't get it, Cass. She..." How could he move on from that. From the heady feeling of her hands on his body, travelling to find any skin not protected by his clothing. Nothing could compare to her heavenly voice whispering back-handed compliments and jokes about him stepping on her toes.

"Cassian's right, Rhys. Let it go. Who knows? Maybe you'll find her again. For now, we have other priorities." Azriel insisted.

With a strained groan, Rhysand turned back to the window and put his hands to his head.

They were right, of course they were right.

But how could he focus on other things when he could only feel her lips on his skin when he led her out into the dark, empty hallways, away from the ballroom?

***

He dreamt of her. He dreamt of that night. Of her dress flaring out, brushing his legs as they danced. He dreamt of her laughter, a honey-sweet sound in the midst of so much darkness. He dreamt of her knowing smile, and the expression on her face. As if whatever game she was playing, she had won.

He dreamt of whispering in her ear. Turning up his charm, trying, near desperate for a chance as she seduced him within an inch of his life.

He dreamt of her hands wrapping around the collar of his shirt and her telling him to make it worth her while.

Pinning her against the cold wall. Rhysand buried his nose into the crook of her neck. She laughed and buried her fingers in his dark hair, pulling until he looked back into her eyes.

She smirked, a glint of danger in her eyes. Quicker than his hazy brain could think, she jutted her head down and nipped his neck, leaving a small bite mark. Rhysand near lost his damn mind. Roughly grabbing her hips he shoved her more forcefully against the wall. His own head going down onto her neck. Leaving darkened bruises on her pale skin.

She clicked her tongue, "So rough, needy, are we?"

"Gods above."

"The Gods aren't down here, High lord. No one but the devil is watching our sins." She murmured in such a seductively low tone; Rhysand may have lost a part of his mind to her in that very moment.

Trying to keep his thoughts on one track. Rhysand moved his hands up and down her thighs, bunching her skirts in his hands. Her breaths turned heavy, and her face went a splotchy red. Rhysand felt a smirk matching hers curling on his lips.

"You're right. No one's here to see how the Lord of Night plays with such alluring delights like you."

"All talk. No play." She drawled.

"Not one for foreplay, darling?"

"I'm one for proving you know how to wield the thing between your legs, darlin."

Rhysand loosened a near feral noise. But as he went to push back her skirts to reveal what was between her legs, the loud ringing of the stroke of midnight rang true through the Hewn City.

She sucked in a breath and drew back from him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Is something amiss, lady?" Rhysand asked, trying to keep the hot, heady feeling of the moment but concerned for her reaction.

"Midnight." She whispered.

"Yes, lady." Perhaps she was on a curfew, that was true for a great number of females in this City, "Do not worry over any curfew, I will grant you-"

"No," She sharply pulled away from him, forcing his hands off her, "No, no, I have to leave."

"Lady, I-"

"This was good," She smiled, it was girlish smile that he hadn't seen before, almost an apology for her hasty escape, "This was good, but I must go."

Then she was sprinting down the hall. Dress following her like a cape. Rhysand watched her, stunned into immobility.

He looked at the place she had just been, then a vital thought crossed his mind. He didn't have her name. Without another thought, the High lord of Night found himself racing after her.

"Lady! My Lady, wait!" He called out, but she didn't slow. Grabbing the edge of a corner she whirled around and was gone from Rhysand's eyes.

As he rounded the corner and stared down the dark hallway. She was gone. Disappeared into thin air. If it weren't for her floral scent clinging to everything he was, he would've convinced himself she was never there.

***

Rhysand dug his spoon into the tasteless porridge before him. Flinging small scraps onto the table. He pointedly didn't look at any of his family.

After Rhysand set his cup of near empty coffee on the table with an unnecessarily loud clang, Mor growled, "Rhysand, what is your problem?"

"Nothing is my problem, Morrigan." He hissed back, finally looking up to meet her equally hateful stare.

"He's lusting after the angel he saw two weeks ago in the Hewn City. Mad he can't find her again." Cassian dobbed on him. Grinning as he swallowed his own breakfast.

"Angel? You mean the girl wearing white?" Morrigan rolled her eyes, "She was arrogant for wearing that. It was practically bridal wear."

"She looked like a Goddess on Earth." Rhysand cut her off.

Morrigan levelled him with a hard stare, "Rhysand, leave the shitty poetry for Tamlin."

Azriel nearly choked on his coffee as he started giggling, his shoulders shaking. Rhysand growled at all of them, "I don't understand how no one has seen her since. Azriel, instead of laughing, how about you go and make sure the sentries at the Hewn City aren't skimping on their jobs?"

Azriel held up his hands, in an 'I'm innocent' manner, "Don't snap at me. I have checked every nook and cranny. Skewered every sentry for information. No one saw her enter, and no one saw her leave."

Cassian hummed in a low tone, "There could be a weakness in the Hewn Cities defenses allowing people to enter and leave as they please."

"Which means you both check again. From top to bottom, side to side, I don't want one household, one corridor, one room unaccounted for."

"Yes, Lord fell in love after one dance." Cassian taunted as he stood from the dining table. Looking at Azriel, he jutted his head to the door and the Shadowsinger nodded. Standing up he gave Rhysand a warning glare, before he followed his brother out the door.

Only Mor and Rhysand were left in the room. Not for long as Morrigan stood up, picking up her plate before she looked down at Rhysand.

"That female was in the wrong for wearing a white dress. Don't waste your feelings on such women." Mor warned him, before disappearing as well.

Rhysand never got the chance to tell his cousin, that the cocky, self-assured attitude that female had was half the reason he was going insane for her.

***

A year passed and Rhysand never saw the female again. But he didn't forget that night. It repeated in his head over and over. He examined every word, every expression, every shift of her lips or eyebrows. Every movement of her dress shifting on her body. He didn't forget. Couldn't forget. In his hottest fantasies he sought out the feeling of her skin under his fingers, in his darkest nightmares it was her warmth he was drawn too.

Over and over, he spun himself in circles. Trying to forget and move on, but lulled back into her memory like she lived in his head. Always finding him, never letting him leave. At times Rhysand wanted nothing more than to comb through every household, every road, every path in Prythian just to hear her laughter in the distance. Other times he wanted to rip out his mind and meticulously pick her memory out of his head, just so he could focus on something else without her smile lurking in the corner of his thoughts.

Cassian and Azriel had long accepted he was going to take a good long while to get over her. So, they resorted to simple teasings and rolling their eyes. Morrigan was less inclined to entertain his pining. Snapping at him whenever his mysterious lover came up. Becoming colder and more reserved. He didn't know whys he was so affected by her. Why she hated the idea of this woman just for wearing white.

He supposed it should've been considered an insult for her to wear such as color when she had nowhere near the authority. But Rhysand couldn't bring himself to care.

He wouldn't see her again, that he was starting to convince himself of. Finally, on solstice when he went the whole day without thinking about her, Rhysand thought he was ridding himself of her.

Then he was invited to a solstice celebration, hosted by Helion.

They all went. Everyone did. Even the other High lords. The Day Court palace had been transformed into a party, decorated with gold and lights that swirled in his vision. The drone of voices filled the air. The smells of good food and wine enticed Rhysand to fall away from his entourage not long after they arrived. Blending into the crowd. Rhysand found a male offering drinks to all, he took a glass and sipped on the delectable liquid whilst observing the party from the outskirts.

People danced, spinning around, twirling, pushing and pulling. Music was in the air, blending into the mix of laughter and chatter.

"Don't have a throne to sit your ass on," Every part of Rhysand's body was set on fire as he heard the voice that haunted his dreams whispering in his ear. He couldn't even turn as a too familiar hand slid down his chest, "So you're standing out here, avoiding everyone."

Rhysand finally forced his eyes to turn, and there she stood. His memory did her no justice, for she glowed with an alluring nature that his mind could not capture. Those golden curls were decorated with the same flowers and golden rings as before, except tonight a pair of striking antlers stood out like a crown.

Instead of that heart-stopping white dress, she wore something very different but equally as royal, equally made Rhysand wished to tear it away. A suit of dark emerald, green, a pressed white shirt underneath a waistcoat decorated with striking golden embroidery that swirled in the shape of flowers. A long jacket made with the same material as the waistcoat covered her arms and slid around her waist. Rhysand wanted to rip it away and place his hands on her waist once more.

"It's you." He breathed, unable to say anything more.

"Miss me, High lord?" She murmured, voice falling into that seductive low tone. Rhysand went weak, becoming nothing but putty for her hands.

Near shaking, Rhysand took both her hands in his. Gently pressing a kiss to each finger, he whispered against her skin, "Dearly."

She took in a breath, when he looked up, he saw her green eyes were soft. Her face ethereal, warm in the light, divine like a Goddess.

"I missed you too." She admitted.

"My darling-" He started, then she pressed a finger to his lips.

"Come with me somewhere... private." She said, looking out at the sea of people.

His blood started racing. Heat warmed his cheeks. As much as Rhysand wanted to take her against the floor where they stood, he found a different desire was battling his sexual ones. The urge to pull her close, breathe in her scent and forget the rest of the world existed was getting stronger by the minute.

She held onto his hands tightly. Then she moved, dragging him along behind him like she did when she took him off the throne. Rhysand went more than willingly. She kept them in the shadows of the party. Not a soul paid them any attention.

They found an empty balcony. She all but shoved him out then closed the curtains and the glass door.

Finally, she tuned back to him. Oh gods, if she looked beautiful in the warm chandelier light, she looked bewitching in the silver of the moon. Rhysand nearly dropped to his knees. In that moment, if the female before him told him to martyr himself in her name, he would've and he would've done it smiling.

How did one person he met a year ago have such a hold over him?

"Darling." He meant to purr the word, but it came out broken, desperate, near begging. He planted his hand on her hips and pulled her close. Pressing his nose into crook of her neck like he had in his dreams an unaccountable number of times, "My darling."

She slid her hands up his chest and Rhysand felt higher than the moon itself. Felt like he was amongst the stars themselves.

Then she pushed him away. Rhysand panicked for a moment. Fear took hold of him, strangling him till he couldn't breathe. Fear she would run away. Fear he would never see her again.

"Wait-" he started. Then she grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, keeping him at an arm's length but not letting go. It eased only a sliver of his worry.

"Rhysand," She murmured. Oh, gods his name on her tongue was like being handed a slice of heaven itself.

"Yes, my darling."

"I... you have to forget me." She told him.

Everything spinning his world came to a crashing halt, "My... my lady, I-"

"Forget me, forget everything about me. This cannot be." She told him, beginning to let go of his collar. Beginning to let go of him.

He was quicker than her this time. This time he didn't let her leave him. He took hold of her waist and pulled her back to him.

"What do you mean it cannot be?"

"I cannot be with you, you not with me. It would never work. It... we can't."

"We can." Perhaps she was already engaged? A forced marriage maybe? Or was she worried about someone low-ranking being with a High lord.

"Rhysand-"

"It will work, I will make it work. I will kill any that need to be killed. I will fix anything that needs to be fixed. I will get on my knees for you if that's what you want, please just... don't leave me again."

Tears pooled in her eyes; Rhysand desperately wanted to get rid of them.

"There is something about me you must know Rhysand." She said.

"Tell me, whatever it is, I can handle it." He insisted.

She huffed a laugh and lightly shook her head, "You will hate me once you know it. You will hate me and you will make my life hell for it. I would rather you just forget me."

"No. Never." He nearly shuddered, what could she know that would possible invoke his wrath?

"You are going to hate me." She told him, not a question, a factual statement.

"Tell me anyway." He said.

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Stepping away from him she forced him to let go. He felt the need to reach out, but held himself back.

Then in the blink of an eye, she changed. Her suit changed as well to fit the new body it held. Her torso became longer. Her shoulders filled out the shirt more. In a second she was taller, almost exactly his height. Her jaw become more carved, slightly broader. But her eyes, hair and skin stayed the same.

Rhysand felt his mouth fall open as a ringing in his ear drowned out the background noise of the party.

Tamlin pointedly did not look at him. He looked out over the view of the Day Court. Rhysand's eyes could only look him up and down.

"I'm sorry Rhys." Tamlin murmured. His voice deepened, but still rich like the sweetest of honey, "I'm sorry."

How...

"I wanted to escape for one night. I went to the Hewn City, it was the only place completely and utterly removed from Prythian. I saw you and I... it pissed me off how high and mighty you looked. I didn't know how far it would go."

How did...

"I had to go back at midnight, lest Lucien and Andras send out a search party looking for me. But I... I couldn't stop... thinking about you." He whispered the last three words like they were cursed.

How did Rhysand never know?

Everything about Tamlin had remained Tamlin in his female form, except having a more feminine look and high-pitched voice. His personality remained precisely the same. The same sarcastic, dare-devil attitude. The same cocky, self-assured air about him. The same cheeky smart cunningness.

"I'm sorry for leading you on, but I-"

Rhysand laughed; he couldn't stop it. It burst from his throat like a tidal wave. He nearly doubled over. Tears springing from his eyes.

Tamlin's face turned from shock to indignation and finally mild amusement. He crossed his arms and waited for Rhysand to collect himself.

"You done, yet?" Tamlin drawled. Rhysand forced himself to take in a deep breath, controlling himself.

"Yes." Rhysand said.

They both looked at each other. This was the first real one-on-one interaction with each other since... since that night all those years ago.

"Do you hate me?" Tamlin whispered, "Not just for before but... for this?"

Rhysand barely heard the question, too busy watching the way a hair fell from its place to frame Tamlin's face.

"I..."

Did he?

He should. He had to. He had to feel angry for this. For being led on like this.

But he couldn't. The fire he had felt when Tamlin appeared in female form just minutes prior still burned, in fact... it was getting hotter.

"I don't know." Rhysand said.

Tamlin gritted his teeth, not liking that answer. He turned on his heel, striding away from Rhysand. He opened the glass door and called over his shoulder, "Well when you figure it out,"

Tamlin turned just enough to look Rhysand in the eyes, "You know where to find me."

Tamlin tossed the curtains open and they were faced with the Inner Circle staring at them with wide eyes and open mouths.

Tamlin just gave them a cocky grin and a wave before he strolled away. Heading for Lucien and Andras who called him over, oblivious to what had just occurred.

***

No one had spoken to him. And Rhysand didn't speak to them. Once they got home, he beeline for his office, shut and locked the door. They all assumed he was humiliated. Embarrassed at having been obsessed with the male he claimed to loathe.

Rhysand sat in his office for days. The shadow twins brought him meals. Neither speaking, just walking through the walls to hand him whatever they had prepared, then they left.

They all assumed he was thinking of ways to murder the male that had made him insane for a year.

They were all so far from the truth.

Rhysand sat in his chair, staring out at his city, wondering how Tamlin was still stuck in his mind.

He half-expected to at least be only thinking of Tamlin's female form. Still obsessed with how she looked.

But no, his mind wouldn't let him think of her, he could only think of him. Could only think of Tamlin's laughter, Tamlin's smile, Tamlin's face. Tamlin dancing with him. Tamlin touching him. Tamlin beneath him-

Rhysand scrubbed his face with dry hands. Trying to rid his mind of those thoughts.

He shouldn't think like that. He was a High lord for the God's sake. It was his Cauldron-given duty to marry a female. Fuck a female. Put an heir in a female. And give the Court their next High lord. All with a female.

What kind of reasoning was that? He shouldn't be thinking like this because it wasn't him. He didn't... males simply didn't think like that. It was... it wasn't.

What was he trying to convince himself of? Didn't he preach about Velaris being a safe haven for all that wanted to do as they wished with their bodies, give their love to whomever?

Everyone else could do what they wanted. But he couldn't. He wasn't like that. He just wasn't.

Right?

Right.

Tamlin's eyes appeared in his mind's vision and Rhysand nearly flipped his desk.

Slamming his head back against his chair, Rhysand groaned loudly.

He stared up at the ceiling, thinking the untouched white would distract him. It only served to make his mind wonder back into dangerous territory. Tamlin with his hand on Rhysand's shoulder. Tamlin nipping his neck with his sharp teeth. Tamlin grinning as Rhysand went down on his knees-

"God's above." Rhysand whispered.

'The Gods aren't down here, High lord. No one but the devil is watching our sins.'

Instead of a female's voice murmuring, it was Tamlin's. Rhysand lost his own breath for a moment, eyes shuddering closed.

Rhysand forced his eyes open. He forced himself to stand up, roughing brushing himself off. He looked out at the view of Velaris.

Hands trembling. He roughly threw open the window. Wings appearing on his back as his wards dropped. He fell into the wind and shadows of Night.

'Do you hate me?' That torturous voice whispered in the cavern of his memory.

"No." Rhysand spoke into the night as his wings snapped out and he shot up into the clouds.

"How could I ever hate the best thing that ever happened to me?"

The twins would go into his office the next morning with breakfast, and they would find an empty room. Mor would be frantic, and Cass and Az would search Velaris from top to bottom.

But they wouldn't find him, because Rhysand was going to the place his mind and heart had been stolen too.

Rhysand was going to Spring.

Rhysand was going to Tamlin.

Thank you so much for this prompt! It was very fun to write!

By the way this is what I imagine Tamlin's dress in the Hewn City to look like. Found this image on my Pinterest feed.

And here's the inspiration for Tam's suit at the Day Court party.

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Kristen Applebees Season 1 Character Playlist BREAKDOWN

OKAY, SO this one is gonna be an ordeal.

I set a 6-song limit for every other playlist I made, but this is the playlist that started it all. So, I didn't have a limit. So it's 12 songs long.

Which is honestly like a normal playlist length BUT it's gonna be a long breakdown which I will lovingly do because I LOVE Kristen with my whole heart. Either way, this is deffos gonna be a long post so read if you want (i would very much appreciate it obvi but I get this is pushing it).

Genres Included: Folk, Singer-songwriter, Alternative, 80's

1. Save the People, The Mountain Goats

When wilt thou save the people? Oh, God of mercy, when? Not kings and lords, but nations Not thrones and crowns, but men God save the people For thine they are Thy children as thy angels fair Save the people from despair

Starting off strong with my main man John Darnielle. John, as prolific as he might be, did not write this song it is originally from the musical Godspell by Steven Schwartz. I was raised as a theater kid and I remember one summer my mom took out our cable and the only things we could watch on the tv were dvds and vhs tapes of musicals, and the 1973 Godspell movie was definitely one of my favorites. Its like "what if Jesus was around in the 70s and was a hippie clown and also was crucified on a chain-linked fence and beaten by cops" ...ah, good times.

ANYWAYS, I don't feel like I need to get into why this is a perfect Kristen song - I feel like it really gets to the divide between the way that Christianity is taught to kids vs the way it is enacted by the adults that do the teaching.

2. Father Texas, Birdtalker

Father Texas on his toes Tells me where and when to go He's a savior, liturgy man He's a stickler and a soap monger Shove it down your throat Holy answer man He says obey and I'll love ya Now I'm doing just to prove And I'm walking out of fear But the devils done

Ok so I was raised Catholic, which I feel like is a whole different flavor of religious trauma compared to Evangelical or Baptist vibes - which I feel like the Helioic religion gives. Either way, this song slaps and really gets to that Evangelical vibe.

3. Big Houses, Squalloscope

I build bridges with these arms I will not build a fortress In the circle around the kitchen table I say my "amen" because I feel blessed Secretly hoping, while joining hands, that you can't feel my trembling fingertips

Here's young Kristen Applebees - Chosen One of Helio- who just wanted to help people. She meets her first non-religious friends, plans to convert and save them, and then straight up dies on the first day of school. She comes face to face with her literal god, is disappointed and grossed out by him, and then is magically (and violently) revived.

Can you imagine her returning home, trying to answer her parent's questions about the first day, making it through dinner, crawling into bed, and just lying there? AHHHHHHHHHHH

4. Under The Table, Fiona Apple

I'd like to buy you a pair of pillow-soled hiking boots To help you with your climb Or rather, to help the bodies that you step over along your route So they won't hurt like mine Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up, I won't shut up Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up, I won't shut up

Speaking of those family dinners, as the days go by and Kristen gets closer to her party, how do you think she's gonna react to whatever comments her parents make about them hmmmmmm? The result of coming out of your social shell and realizing how bad the people around you really are.

5. Cleric Girl, Sisyfuss

I need my cleric girl tonight So she can bless me in this plight Dress me in crucifixes so they die on sight I need my cleric girl tonight

This is just a fun song I see as Kristen finds her groove within the party, kinda around the DJ brains fight. Also it makes me think of the prayer chain thing that she had the whole party on at some point.

6. Cornflake Girl, Tori Amos

She knows what's going on Seems we got a cheaper feel now All the sweeteaze are gone Gone to the other side With my encyclopedia They musta paid her a nice price She's putting on her string bean love This is not really, this, this This is not really happening

There's something about a Tori Amos song that never fucking misses. This song, for me, kinda gets at the part of growing up when you really start to uncover the truth of things for yourself, instead of listening to the things you were always told. Kristen buys the book of world religions and reads about the atrocities people did in her god's name. She is also told that the "cool camps" she was going to were run by an actual fanatical cult. Yikes.

7. Eldest Daughter, Isabel Pless

Bring me your battered, your bruised, and your scarred Florence Nightingale, to your broken hearts Bring me your bleeding I'll stitch it up with a bow Tugging at the sword in the stone The dormant hero in me is yet to be known Dying to prove myself again, but I don't know how Wanna lay my weapons down Lay my weapons down Want everyone to adore me even though People's emotions are out of my control Smothering fires Letting flames claim my hands I would do anything to be needed Over and over again.

Okay, the thing about this song is that we get the root of it here in season one, and it shows up really lightly, but God almighty, do we get one hell of a payoff in the next two seasons. Damn. The first time I listened to this song I cried. It's on several of my dnd character playlists - because, for some reason, I can't stop making dnd characters with self-saccrificing tendencies. HM! I WONDER WHY?

But anyways, yeah... something something, Christian households raising their eldest daughters to be surrogate mothers and laborers, something something Kristen is a cleric while her brothers are paladins, something something Women being healers

8. Angel Eyes and Basketball, Foot Ox

There are flowers growing all around A massive animal inside of me And it's so ugly, and I'm so broken And I'm so ugly, and it's so broken I am calling all of my friends To pull me out of this hole But they're so caught up in their own shit And I'm so caught up in my own shit

Ok, this is full Christian guilt. I also really like the way this song is one of those upbeat but devastating ones because it makes me think about her inspiring speeches to her party members just being her ranting about how horrible everything is, and then they get +1 to attacks and extra hitpoints. Living La Vida Loca.

9. We Fell in Love in October, girl in red

Smoking cigarettes on the roof You look so pretty, and I love this view Don't bother looking down, we're not going that way At least I know I am here to stay We fell in love in October That's why I love fall Looking at the stars Admiring from afar

Ok, I know this is cheesy. BUT TO MY CREDIT: both the song and the season came out in 2018. Also, you know Kristen would stream the fuck out of this song.

10. Running Up That Hill ( A Deal With God), Kate Bush

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places I'd be running up that road, be running up that hill With no problems

AGAIN TO MY CREDIT: I made this playlist in 2020 - two years before Stranger Things brought the song back to the general psyche. No shade, of course, to the stranger things; it's a perfect song to choose, and the scene effectively made me cry.

But anyway its here because at her bones, Kristen would die for her friends and has and will (unfortunately) continue to. Speaking of

11. Arms Tonite, Mother Mother

I cry in the afterlife I cry hard because I have died And you're alive I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside Your arms alive

Kristen's dying count is more than double most of her friends at this point - and golly gee just wait till season 2!

Can I roll a nat 20 and then be alive?

12. Glory (Bunker Sessions), Bastille

And all their words for glory Well, they always sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven Way down here upon the ground When we're lying in the dirt There's no looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven

I really love this bunker session version of this song; the strings and the piano just give it a lovely honesty. Gorgeous song. Perfect way to end this season

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| La Belle et le Bad Boy ||

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Succubus!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit, no minors pls!

Tags/warnings: season 3 vibes, religious tropes, demon physiology, pheromones, oral (69... niiice), unprotected p in v sex (pls be responsible irl), maybe a tiny little smattering of real feelings.

Author's note: it's gradually getting into Spoopy/Creppy season so I gift thee some monsterfucking! Stuffed full of ridiculous religious tropes and allegory as usual, a bit of humour (I dunno wtf I was thinking for the dialogue at the end except that Matt is a complete slut lol), and I dunno about you but I've always wanted wings and a tail 😁

~

You were both nocturnal creatures, one thing you had in common at least.

You observed him, on silent wings in the dark. He seemed to be some sort of guardian angel of a small part of the city. After a couple more nights and a closer look, you updated your information as you watched him hang some wretch over the side of a building's roof with a grin on his face.

Nope, not an angel.

A devil.

And so it goes that you were in need and he was hurt, but he was strong. He also seemed to have a slightly enhanced healing ability, and a flicker of heat lit up within you as you pondered the possibilities. Oh yes, this one would be fun.

You waited one more day, this one would be worth it. Slinking through the night back to the side of the church you knew he slept at, you ached with the hunger, but unlike mortal beings, the pain of it was not concentrated in the digestive system. It wracked your whole being, it was making you weak, making you desperate. You needed to feed.

The crypt below held his scent. There was a single bed next to a sink in the corner that was splashed with a few stray spots of dried blood but not his, you could tell. With some effort you tucked away your wings, tail and horns, melding them into your body and skin so now you looked just like any other woman on the surface while underneath, the eternally insatiable appetite for fornication that you'd been cursed with yearned…

Normally you'd just pick up a random guy in a bar who was easily stunned by your looks, have him six ways from Sunday and then see yourself, or him, out. However, you had ascertained very quickly that this one would need a rather different approach. Fortunately you had a range of weapons in your arsenal.

Sprawled out naked on the bed you breathed in the scent of him, allowing it to infuse into you, mixing with your own. Biochemical reactions in your skin were transforming it into an irresistible concoction of pheromone perfume.

Now all you had to do was wait.

You amused yourself by looking around the crypt, your nails scratching over the old dusty stone coverings of the tombs, curiously examining some bloodied lengths of rope on one of the shelves, lighting a few candles, flicking through stacks of silly old Christian texts and leaving your scent over everything.

You smelled the fresh blood first, wafting down the stairs through the iron gate. Again, little of it was his. Underneath it was a steady alluring thrum of adrenaline. Delicious, you thought, there might be even more than one meal tonight. There was little point in hiding so you just sat on the end of his bed, watching him descend into the crypt and stop suddenly, tensing, clenching his fists, tilting his head to the side as if he could see you through the black fabric that covered his eyes.

“What… are you? And what the hell are you doing down here?"

This was interesting. He didn't seem too unnerved, could tell you were not human at the very least. You wondered what else he knew.

“Just a girl, looking for a date.” you replied with a sharp smile, your fingers stroking over the soft folded-down bedclothes.

“In a church crypt? Think you might have better luck in one of the bars uptown.” His nostrils flared and you saw him shake his head a little.

“Oh I don’t know, there’s something to be said for a dark dingy lair stuffed to the brim with religious symbolism. You might call it a kink of mine.”

Matt huffed a breath out through his nose, trying to disperse the odd and distracting scent that was pervading his senses and get to the bottom of why there was a ‘thing’ with the strangest heartbeat he had ever heard, in his church, on his bed. So much for tonight being quiet.

You leaned forward, now able to fully appreciate his form at this close range. “And mysterious vigilantes dressed in all black? Now, there’s another kink…I reckon I’m in just the right place, don’t you?”

Your pheromones wormed their way into his bloodstream as easily as oxygen, you could see that he knew something was off, something was wrong, and he was trying his best to fight it. Poor thing. You pushed yourself up and slowly walked towards him, relishing in the way he was visibly trying to remain in control.

Your voice turned soft, serious, but with a lilt of playfulness. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to do anything you don’t want exactly…I just need something from you. Will you help me?”

Matt was almost starting to pant, his chest and shoulders heaving as he tried to get clean air into his lungs but all he could taste was you, damp, cloying and thick, sweet and musky, more and more of it clouding over him. The scent gave him a mental image of you and him tangled together, and it was all he wanted.

“In fact,” your breath washed over the skin of his neck raising the short hairs at the back. “I think you’ll enjoy it. I know you like to wallow in the darkness.”

His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to touch you, a little frustrated that you seemed to have him pegged out.

“What do you need?” he gritted the question out although from the way he was feeling he already knows the answer.

"Come." He gasps as your skin touches his, your hand on his hand. "Sit with me."

Matt allows you to lead, heat spreading through him as he settles next to your naked form on the bed like it's completely normal.

"Your scent, it's like nothing else, what are you?" he asks again, acutely aware that every cell in his body is vibrating with the need to touch you and taste you even though you've only just met. And aren't even human, he thinks…

You don't answer, instead your hands come to his head and untie the cloth mask, pushing it off so you can finally see his face without obstruction.

He's pretty. Gorgeous brown eyes, the unchanging dark pupils flitting around with minute movements as you stroke your fingers through his thick hair. He leans into your touch, his tongue flicking over plush pink lips that are marred by a bloody split. You cradle his head in your hand, scratching through the stubble on his jaw and chin and he's practically purring.

Then you kiss him.

For some reason he can't fight it, doesn't want to, it's like you've poured the purest honey down his throat. No, something even better than that - a warm liquid yearning trickling through every vein and capillary, alien and familiar in equal measure. Your tongue licks across his lower lip tugging the split there open and releasing the iron tang of blood into both of your mouths. But then you're pulling away from him, he chases you, he wants more. They always want more.

"Matthew."

His newly learned name feels so good on your tongue. You like it, it suits the whole sad, tortured saviour vibe he's got going on, living in the bowels of a church and running around the city beating up criminals in black pajamas for fun. It's cute.

He looks confused. He's really cute.

"How do you know my name?"

You sink to the floor in front of him hitching up the bottom of his shirt and begin laying soft kisses all over his toned stomach and chest, crawling up and pressing him gently backwards to lie down. He goes so willingly.

"It's written in your blood," you murmur, distracted by the slightly pained way that he gasps as you suck a light bruise to the surface of the skin of his hip. He's extremely sensitive, you're going to enjoy this.

He aids your oral exploration, pulling the shirt off entirely and you lick your way to his nipple, arousal already coming off him in waves as you tug and scrape with your teeth and then soothe with your tongue.

"I can tell a lot from a drop of blood." you admit to him. "your name, your desires… all the little secrets that help me get what I need."

Matt groans as you draw your hips over his, the very centre of you dragging over his semi-erect cock through his pants. "You… you still haven't told me what that is." He grins and pushes his hips up and you smirk back, grinding down and feeling him harden as he finally touches you, sliding those strong hands up your thighs to grip your waist and rock you against him.

"A little bit of sexual energy, that's all." You reply, leaning down to taste his lips again. He's a good kisser and you take full advantage, sick of the multitudes of men that would jam their tongue down your throat like it was a fight. You may be a demon but that didn't mean you didn't enjoy being treated gently.

And yeah he's gentle, but what you saw on that rooftop tickles at the back of your mind.

"Mm, you've confirmed my suspicions," he says as he breaks away, "although I thought things like you, succubi… demons… only existed in fairytales."

You chuckle as you smooth your hands down his body and tug at his belt. "I'll bet you've experienced some quite fantastical things in your time, Matthew. Things you can't quite explain. Why can't I be real?"

It seems to be enough for him as he unbuckles the belt, kicks off his boots and takes off everything but his underwear. He traces rough fingertips up your arm and you shiver pleasantly before he quickly flips you underneath him.

"How does this work, are you taking my soul? Damning me for all eternity?"

"We fuck, it feels good, and I'll only take your soul if you ask nicely." you tell him with a grin, somewhat surprised at his boldness. You were used to your 'partners' usually being so quiet and submissive. He's anything but as he kisses and nips his way down your neck, crossing over your breasts, making you arch and sigh as he goes down, down, spreading your legs apart and breathing you in.

You feel giddy. It's been a while.

"I'll ask nicely, sweetheart." he says it so casually, before dipping his head between your thighs and licking a wide, wet stripe over your pussy.

"Mm, fuck yes-"

All your long years it had always been take take take, but now this man, this devil of Hell's Kitchen, wanted to give to you.

The pull of your pheromones are strongest here, but he's in no hurry. His tongue flicks and swirls over and around your clit, his hands hooking around your thighs so he can pull you firm against his hot mouth, lapping you up. He's good, so good.

"You taste fucking amazing." he muses, breaking away for a moment to catch his breath.

"It gets better…" you purr, snaking fingers through his hair. He moans and his strong arms lift you up as he rolls underneath you. You turn to face the bottom of the bed, thighs either side of his face, and ride his mouth, feeling his moans vibrate right through you as you're inching your hands down his abs to slide the black silk shorts off. He kicks them away, his beautiful cock now exposed, curving up hard and just begging to be sucked and worshipped. Matt jerks as you wrap your fingers around the base and slide your soft, wet lips over the head. A fresh flood of your slick drips into his mouth and has him reeling with drunken desire and he can't help the way his hips thrust his cock further into your hot mouth and throat, moaning loudly as you take him so deep, nose brushing against the thick curls at the base of him without even gagging. You were right, it does get better.

Precome leaks down your throat and you hum at the little appetizer, working your mouth, tongue, and hands, bobbing your head up and down his length and feeling how he tenses and twitches. He pulls hard on your hips, lost in the taste of you and the way you're sucking him off. He hasn't had anything but his own hand for a good while and even then he's usually too busy or physically wrecked to enjoy even that. But you, fuck, you were revealing yourself to be a gift from this darkness he'd wrapped himself in. You may be a demon but it certainly didn't seem like you were here to judge him for the choices he had made.

He bucks his hips when you slide your hand down to cup his balls and squeeze. His tongue flickers and laps at you incessantly, moans muffled in your dripping cunt as your body jerks, your erratic pulse climbing and thumping in Matt's ears with your thighs clamped around them as he feels you start to cum on his lips, filling his mouth with your slick, delectable essence.

It pulls his orgasm out of him like a revelation, the song of your unbridled pleasure ringing in his head and the taste of you surrounding him as he releases down your throat with a deep, feral groan. You said it would feel 'good'. The understatement of the millennium. You swallow and lap up every single drop, humming in satisfaction as your hunger is starting to abate. Matt shivers under you as the sensations become too much, hands flying to your face and hands to tell you to stop.

You lay down beside him while he recovers, tucking yourself into his side admiring the unabashed way he licks the remaining taste of your from around his glistening lips.

"Good?" you inquire, gazing at the long lashes brushing his cheeks as he closes his eyes. It feels like this relaxed expression of his might be rare these days.

A slow smile spreads across his lips.

"I thought you were gonna suck the soul out of me."

You return it. "Oh, you'll know about it when I do."

He slowly reaches for your face, running his fingers lightly over your features, building a picture of you in his mind.

Am I to your liking?" you tease, loving the attention, even if it was partly hormonal. You'd stopped emitting the pheromones just after you'd swallowed him down, and the effects were starting to wear off.

He explores your skin, tracing a path down your neck, collarbones and trailing off down your chest.

"I always thought demons would be…"

"Monstrous? Terrifying?"

He shakes his head. "Beautiful. And you are."

Men were always quick to lay compliments on you when in the midst of pleasure, but you could feel that these words were genuine.

He moves you, guiding your legs over his to straddle him.

“'Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.'" he recites.

"I'm not weak," he slides a hand to the back of your neck pulling you near to kiss you again, your back arches as he runs his hands down it and presses you close to his body. "...but I am willing, is that so wrong?"

He's hard again and you move forward slightly, tilting your hips and catching the tip of his cock at your entrance making Matt's breath hitch. He holds you by the hips as you sink down on his thick length, a soft shared gasp of relief between the two of you as he's sheathed so deeply inside of you.

"Doesn't feel wrong…" he breathes, his hands mapping every inch of you he can reach as you ride him. You claw his scarred chest letting your head fall back, giving yourself over to the sublime feeling of an itch that was finally getting scratched.

Matt grits his teeth at the pricks of pain from the tracks of your sharp nails. "Fuck…" he grips at your thighs and ass leaving marks and you hiss, leaning forward to pull his upper body up off the bed towards you. He mouths your breasts, kneading with a hand while he teases and sucks with his tongue and lips, one then other, and all the while you rock and grind down on his throbbing cock.

"I don't even know your name." he sighs, kissing along the underside of your jaw.

"Mm, I don't have one. You can call me anything you like."

Matt leans back on his hands so he can thrust up into you and it makes you moan so prettily.

"Gorgeous- Beautiful-" he punctuates each pet name with another thrust. "mm god, you feel so good… Angel."

It feels amazing for you too, so good that your horns, wings and tail are all itching to be unfurled from under your skin. Matt's hands slide over your shoulder blades almost at the exact same moment as if he knows, but that's impossible.

"What's wrong?" he asks. God damn him and his oddly perceptive senses. "You want to say something, do something, you're holding back..."

You rake your fingers through his hair, tipping his head back so you can suck marks all the way up the side of his neck.

"I'm not like other girls…"

Matt splutters out a sound that's half-moan half-laugh. "No shit."

You bite him in gentle retaliation.

"This isn't my exact true form…I don't normally show my partners…"

He strokes the side of your face. "Would you show me?"

"I don't want to scare you off, I'm kinda having fun."

"You won't, and I am too. Please?"

You can't resist it, there's something about him that makes you want to please him and so you stretch above him, arching your back, sighing with pleasure as let your short, curved horns break through the skin of your scalp parting your hair. You guide both his hands up to them, his mouth dropping open a little as he feels them carefully. You moan at the intimacy of it and then Matt feels a sudden draft sweep through the crypt, fluttering the flames of the candles causing them to smoke as your leathery wings spread out to their full extent. You guide his hands down again to your back from where they emerge, shivering as he strokes over them so reverently. Something snakelike wraps around the top of his thigh, his hands continuing down your sides and over your ass to touch it, and you flick your tail around his wrist making him smile in surprise.

"Oh, wow."

"Mm, that feels so much better," you admit. "What do you think?" He still rock-hard within you so he's definitely not frightened at least… fuck, you'd never felt this self-consciousness before…

You're not given time to ponder as he grabs your face in both hands, smashing your lips together, kissing you so deeply and with such ravenous passion that you swear to yourself that you'll make this the best fuck he's ever had. You lick your tongue against his as it slips between your teeth, sighing as he nips at your bottom lip and diving in again while his fingers are weaving through your hair and caressing your horns. You groan into his mouth, bucking and rolling your hips hard against his as he's pushing all of your buttons now. He brings his lips to your ear, running his thumbs over the point of your horns again slowly, making you whimper.

“Oh-”

"Does that feel good, angel?"

It wasn't supposed to go like this, you squeeze around his cock and it's his turn to moan, one hand on your lower back and the other slinking down between your legs to find your clit. The tight, slick little circles he draws on you make your tail thrash and your cunt throb. It was always on you to give pleasure, I mean, yeah, you took some from sex in general, but you had never been treated like this, never been given so much so freely.

As you rise and fall Matt feels your wings wrap around him. It's the strangest situation but he doesn't give a fuck anymore. You hadn't hurt him as you promised, in fact you had done anything but.

He keeps rubbing your clit in time with your movements, the simmering heat between you blazing up to the next level as his touches escalate yours and back and forth until you're both rapidly approaching your edge. The small bed creaks loudly as you move together, the frame knocking against the stone wall, sending tiny bits of masonry dust trickling down as it thumps against it. There's a crucifix up there, and the thought of trying to fuck him so hard next time so it falls off the wall it briefly flashes through your mind.

Next time.

What was happening to you?

Matt can't hold on anymore, you feel too hot and tight around him, plush and yielding, dark and delicious, everything all at once. And yet there's a tiny glint of innocence in you that hasn't been corrupted by whatever made you.

A fallen angel if there ever was one.

"Sweetheart, gonna give you what you want…" his breath is coming short and fast and you can sense the familiar thrum and pulse of energy you've been waiting for, ready for release, begging for you to take it.

You wrap yourself around him more tightly, weaving your limbs with his, your breathy moans spilling into his mouth as you share desperate, fervent kisses that push you both closer to your peak.

"Angel…" a prayer, a plea.

"Matthew… my devil."

"Fuck, angel, I-" his fingers strum over your swollen clit and you cry out as you cum, your wings beating back and forth, pussy clenching around his cock as he keeps fucking you oh so sweetly, like you're not a 'thing', not a monster. Like you're his.

He moans so beautifully as he comes undone for you then, looking like a fucking renaissance painting, and the pleasure you both experience is blinding. It's a white hot fire, it's exploding stars and galaxies, it's every single inadequate metaphor that could ever be drawn on sparking and rippling through the two of you as he spills deep inside, sating your eternal hunger with the richest feast.

For a time.

Afterwards, he lies in your arms, shrouded and warm in your wings as you trace a history written in scars over his body.

"What you do, in the shadows... do you think you'll ever be able to stop?"

Matt thinks about it for a moment before answering.

"No. Not until I'm satisfied." He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "I guess we're the kinda similar in that way."

You can't help but laugh as you consider the comparison, "I dunno, I've fucked quite a lot of people…"

He just shrugs and chuckles along with you. "So have I, angel."

There's a peaceful moment of silence between you and then Matt leans in, kissing your cheek, his lips soft and inviting as he makes his way towards your lips. "You still hungry?" he asks, the mischief in his tone unmistakable to you now.

You swear you’ve never had such a willing man. "I’m sure I could manage some more..."

Matt Tags (let me know if you want added or removed): @saintmurd0ck @mindidjarin @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdockspainkink @marvelswh0re@hellskitchens-whore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @briefcasejuice @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @e-dubbc11 @father4giveme @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @imperfxctly-me @stress--relief @murnsondock @stupidthoughtsinwriting​ @whistle1whistle​

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* Angsty follow up 'Wish These Snakes Were Your Arms' drabble here *

[2af-afterdark]

heyy it's me blookky. Decide to change my blog lol

everytime i recall that Solomon was prettying loved by all, I can't help but feel like it's a little off don't you think? Being love by both humans and devils? without getting envied nor hated? even once? That's kinda weird my guy

so following your theory about solomon and god being the same can back up the original concept on why Solomon was almost loved by all (- angels)

When god run away, he disguise himself as human, hoping it's enough to hide who he is. Now while i can't claim that devils will outright know who originally he is, i got the feeling that what attract them the most was his godly presence in the first place. The warm and comforting aura that will give you fuzzy feeling and make you dizzy (not orgasm mind you). what lead to devils become attached to solomon/god one by one.

This can explain many things, like on why hurting satan feels estacys for him. Not because his a masochist or anything but . maybe the pain was blend with this 'godly' effect that reversing the feeling of pain to delicious pleasures. So the envy will replace with admiration (let's be honest even though this is just a theory, you can't lie that it can easily back up on why leviathan like us just like the rest. it's not because we're just some lucky human)

This also explain why Gabriel is freaky freak. (i forgot the chapter but-) the time when he 'feel' god's presence he was already shaking in estacys. Mind you, this is just presence.

Which means that despite the amount of time god disguise himself as the other, he's enable to mask his own aura. if im gonna rate how strong his presence are, im gonna go for 101%.

so fast forward in the future, god just ✌️ off then transform himself to another human, minyheok. even in this day, god- now know as MC still can't mask his presence. attracting shit left and right.

in summary, god is just another disney princess.

anyway im gomna cut it here. There's another though i have, following this. though it's mainly about god!MC. The plot and interaction will be different from the original, though the plot stay the same. much just like zhongli's case, MC is pretending to be a just a normal human next door but people can't realy agree on that when he talk like he knows everything (he does) and he give off a vibe of pee paw. I'll send that later.

Hey blookky!!! Or, I guess Odyssey.

Hmmm... I never thought of the god!mc au in this way, but it's interesting.I almost wonder if this is a different kind of god au 🤔 Always feel free to tell me more! I love thoughts. I devour them.

[gakehc]

My Sweet Enkeli: Chapter 2

"Enkeli": finnish word for "angel".

When Noah Sebastian met Nori Nurmi for the first time, he knew he wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful like an angel and dangerous like the devil.

♡ Author's note: things are going to get more spicy! Also, we will know more about Nori's feelings towards Noah. Please let me know your opinions, I would love to know your thoughts 🖤 and if you're liking this fanfic please reblog so more people can read it. CHAPTER 1 HERE.

♡ Warnings: This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction written. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too seriously. +18 only. My english sucks. Female masturbation.

♡ Characters: Noah Sebastian × Nori Nurmi (OFC).

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Even though it's not the most comfortable place in the world, her bunk is making Nori feel safe as she can hide behind the curtain that guarantees her privacy inside the tour bus. She grabs her favorite pillow and holds it tight - the one that she got from a fan as a birthday gift a few years ago -, trying to feel any kind of comfort like she could get from a hug. Of course it's not the same thing, but at least helps her to release the tension she is feeling. Why is she feeling so messed up because of a stupid tattooed singer who likes to play videogames and watch anime? For God's sake, Nori never felt so pathetic in her entire life. Not even when she was just a teenager and had a crush on a guy from school who was obsessed with aliens and conspiracy theories. She's a total control freak and she knows that she was about to lose herself a few minutes ago while Noah was holding her by her arm and getting so close to her that her heart was racing inside her chest. Losing control it's never an option!

The truth is that Nori doesn't tend to flirt with rockstars. She has known a lot of them and she knows how they are: selfish, always looking for a pussy and nothing more, loves to feel like they are in command. As a woman in this business full of men, she had to learn how to deal with them and she will never show any feeling that might seem that she wants something more than friendship. Yes she's always nice with everyone, always smiling and open for conversations but once a man tries to cross the line everything changes and she shows nothing but rage. Noah did try to cross the line but for a brief moment she wanted him to do that. And then, she reminded herself that she needs to stay focused on her job and not fuck things up. This tour it's very important for her, there's a lot of things to be concerned about and being involved with Noah Sebastian could put everything at risk. What if he is a total asshole? What if they fight? She has been there before. Nori isn't a person that runs away from fighting when there's something serious going on. Even though she is always trying her best to maintain a good vibe between everyone, once someone does something really wrong she loses her mind. She just can't and won't let anyone hurt her feelings anymore.

Also, time and a lot of disappointment made Nori hide herself from all kinds of flirting and love interests that might appear on her way. She was hurt too many times before and she doesn't have the strength to heal anymore - at least that's what she thinks. She doesn't see how strong she can be. It could be something totally sexual with no feelings attached but she knows that she can't control her heart so she doesn't want to deal with anything she can't control.

Her mind keeps remembering the scene that she witnessed earlier at the bar while she leans her head on the wall. How Lara was touching Noah's hair, getting closer to him and making him laugh… It's driving her insane! Nori knows that being easily jealous it's part of her nature just like the good scorpio she is. She wishes that she could be the one to touch him, to feel his locks sliding through her fingers. Deep inside she knows that the guy is messing with her real bad, she just doesn't want to admit it.

All these years that Forever Damned is on the road, everyone is always trying to convince Nori to let herself enjoy life and live some adventures, to be wilder and not too afraid of the consequences. Each girl in the band has certain habits when it comes to flirting and dating. Her sister Mirva has a boyfriend, a very nice guy who truly loves her and she loves him back so she is totally faithful to him. Auri it's hard to impress and she has an unfinished situation with an older guy in Finland - he's definitely her boy toy. But, if someone is weird enough to catch her attention she will give it a try. Maila and Lara are the wild ones. They like to hook up with hot dudes they might meet on the road, especially Lara. She doesn't need to strive to find someone, there are always hundreds of mens waiting to have a chance with her. Nori's habits are staying away from man and distractions, keeping herself inside her bubble and focusing on giving her best to her fans, always. Sometimes, she's envious about how Lara can be so bold and not afraid to seek for her physical pleasure. She wishes she could be more like her friend. Maybe, if she had a little bit of "Lara boldness" inside of her, she could let Noah get closer to her. Maybe, she could do what her body craves for her to do.

The truth is that Noah Sebastian is a hot guy, there's no doubt about that. Seeing him in person, and being physically close to the singer makes anyone easily fall for him. But he's not the type of guy that Nori tends to like. Jolly would definitely be the one who she would pay attention to in the first place and of course she finds him handsome, too. Actually, Bad Omens is made of beautiful mens, each one in its own way.

When Nori saw Noah for the first time in person, she made the huge mistake of looking him in the eye. That was enough to rock her entire world. She is used to guys with blue eyes in her homeland so staring at his darker gaze was what woken up something inside of her. The way he can shift between puppy eyes and totally mischievous look makes all the butterflies, moths, dragon-flies and all the other flying insects in her stomach fly around like a huge kaleidoscope or something like that. And the similarities between them are big, maybe because they are both scorpios but it's a fact that they have some things in common: they are both extremely perfectionists and could give their lives for their careers. When they love something, they truly do with all their hearts and souls, and this also applies to hate - it's 0 or 100%, there's nothing in the middle.

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Another night, another show. Bad Omens is on stage and Nori decides to watch. Actually, she can't take him from her mind and couldn't resist the temptation of watching him wearing his sexy ski mask. The intrusive thoughts are getting out of control and she doesn't like this at all - it makes her anxious. She plays with the hem of her mini black skirt as Noah performs, showing his strong arms covered in tattoos and broad shoulders, his big hand holding the microphone as Nori bites her lower lip with the view. Her thoughts are starting to get more messy and inappropriate and soon she is lost in the pictures that her mind is creating. She is feeling like Eve facing the red juicy apple hanging on the forbidden tree; Noah Sebastian is the true definition of temptation. Is it really worth it to allow herself to sin? Will she end up burning in the flames of hell? Staring at Noah's eyes makes her feel like he could take her to paradise with him.

He can't help but smirk when he notices that the show it's almost over and Nori is still there. His eyes wandered to her so many times tonight that he hopes no one noticed. Knowing that she was watching him made Noah feel like the fucking king he sings about.

While the band finishes the last song, Nori takes off in a hurry. She needs to be in her safe place, away from Noah's presence for a while so she can put her thoughts in order but damn! How hard it is. It's like her mind is sabotaging her. The way he looked on stage tonight was a turn on for her, she doesn't know how she holded on during the whole show but she can feel that her underwear is definitely wet.

She looks for a pair of shorts so she can change from her stage outfit but step noises freak the shit out of her. Her eyes capture Noah walking towards her, his face red and hair wet from the sweat as he just left the stage and came immediately after Nori.

"Stalking me again?" She says, trying to keep focused on her bag full of clothes.

"I came in peace. I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday".

Finally, Noah gets her attention. Maybe, an apology means that he quit her.

"And you couldn't wait? You had to leave the stage and come after me straight away?".

"Yes. I saw you there watching the whole show and I couldn't stop thinking about it".

"If I forgive you, will you leave me alone?".

Nori knows that she is lying when she says she wants him to leave her alone and so does Noah. She doesn't want him away from her, she wishes things could be easier and Noah could be a total stranger that she would never see again so she could quench her thirst for him without worries.

"I can't promise" he answers, getting closer to her.

"So it's a no, then. You have to earn it".

"Why? Why do you keep torturing yourself like that?".

Nori keeps messing with her clothes, trying to find something like she is still remembering what she was doing before Noah entered the bus. Everything now is a huge pile of fabric on the tiny couch. Noah intervenes and holds her hand as he tries to stop her from making a bigger mess.

"I see it in your eyes that you want me as much as I want you" his voice is velvety and shivering.

"You're dangerous, Noah Sebastian".

"And so are you, Nori Nurmi".

Even though Nori says no, her body shows the contrary. Noah is still touching her hands and playing with her fingers while her eyes follow his moves. Soon, his fingers run through her arm while he is positioned behind her, his nose almost touching her head as he smells the scent of her shampoo - definitely smelling like some exotic oil, she must spend a lot of money to keep her hair so soft and healthy. She closes her eyes, letting herself feel his touch on her shivered skin. When he reaches her neck, she quickly turns around so he stops his moves, which is not a good idea because now there's the mischievous look on his face again, his eyes capturing all the details on her skin like the little freckles on her nose and how the color tone of her green eyes changes with the light of the bus. A perfect black eyeliner drawn around her eyes with some glitter on it, long black lashes framing them. The red lipstick on her lip it's almost fading. She looks like a perfect Finnish goddess, so perfect that makes Noah's heart hurt.

"You're melting under my touch" he says, a smirk on his face.

"No, I'm not" her voice is weak, her whole body losing its strength.

"I bet you're soaking wet down there".

Noah's moves are so fast that Nori can't even think straight. He grabs her and puts her on the small kitchen counter, spreading her legs so he can fit between them. His fingers quickly work to raise her skirt so they can find her arousal. She is totally wet for him, her core aching with the feeling of him touching her for the first time.

"I knew it" he is satisfied knowing that he was right.

Carefully, he inserts one finger inside of her and it enters so easily that Noah can't help but smile. Her walls feel so soft around his fingers that he needs to put another one. He squizors them inside of her, trying to find that sweet spot that will make her go insane with his touch.

"It's been a while since no one touches you like that, huh?" He asks.

Nori presses her lips against each other trying desperately to hold the moans. Her body arching as she feels the pleasure getting closer, one hand holding Noah's wrist as he holds the counter and keeps on playing with her pussy with the other one. When his thumb touches her clit, it's impossible for her to hold on. She feels an intense orgasm growing and taking her completely, making her legs shake at the pleasure that his hand is providing her. She hates herself so much for that but, at the same time, she is so relieved that he is finally touching her the way she wanted so badly; there's a war going on inside her head.

"You're cumming so good in my fingers for me, angel" he says, his mouth closer to her lips.

"I'm not… fuck, Noah!".

"Then why are my fingers so milky like that?".

He can feel her walls clenching around his fingers, he knows that she has reached her apex as she holds the counter with such a strength that her hands are getting white.

"I-I fucking hate you".

Of course she doesn't hate him. Her eyes are almost watering because of the pleasure, she wishes she could go further but there's still a little angel on her shoulder saying that she should take it easy. When Noah takes his fingers off of her she almost whimps at the feeling of emptiness. The devil on her shoulders tells her to ask Noah to fuck her right on the counter.

"You're so beautiful when you cum" he says, teasing her.

"Noah, please…" she let out a sigh.

This situation is so tiring to her that she feels like crying but she is strong enough to hold the tears. Now that she felt Noah touching her like that, making her feel an intense orgasm just with his fingers, she feels like they crossed the line. She shouldn't have let him do that in the first place but, at the same time, she doesn't regret it.

"I'm sorry, angel…" he's worried.

She looks at his totally soaking wet fingers and the mess that she made on his hand. Her cheeks blushes as he cleans them with his shirt and soon she sees that there's a huge bulge on his pants. He is so damn hard for her that it hurts to let him this way.

"Please, don't call me that. You don't understand" she says.

"I don't, as much as I try to. You're so perfect to me that just the thought of having you completely… shit! I know you want it, too".

He cups her face and caresses her chicks with his thumbs, making Nori close her eyes with his tender touch. She's starting to feel at home with him.

"It's better for us if we forget about what just happened" she says.

"I don't think I can".

"But you can try. Please, if you care about me that much, you need to try".

As much as it hurts for Noah, he knows that he will end up breaking her heart if he doesn't do what she is desperately asking him. For him, it's better if he suffers instead of her.

"If that's what you really want, I will" his voice is weak.

Noah slowly walks towards the bus exit as Nori stays there, sitting on the counter with her legs open. She watches him leave with a heavy weight inside her chest, feeling the tears finally going down on her face. Why is she even crying? She feels so stupid that she desperately searches for a bottle of wine or anything that will help to mask her suffering. Nori wishes that she could leave this tour and go home, going back to her normal life near her family where she can find the comfort she needs. Maybe, if she focuses 100% on her work, she will be able to end this tour without going insane. There's still some demos and lyrics that she needs to work on for the next album and that's going to be her escape for the next few weeks. She just hopes that Noah has understood her side and will keep his word.

[soleilnomoon]

YASS!! ZORO ASKS!! LETS GOOOO!!!! Can I respectfully request some whipped Zoro pretty please?? (s/o gn with devil fruit (?), fluff & smut) Cuz we always see him calm and stuff but I think that when he will meet his love person he would not mind showing his love 56% of the time or if he has a lot of attention on him like to picture the idea: I think he would be the type that randomly snatches his s/o and kiss them in the middle of street cuz he saw some group of men gawking at you and he's all confident and proud like YES THIS AMAZING SEXY COOL PERSON IS M I N E !!😏 And of course if you don't mind doing it! 💚 Sending lots of love and positive vibes to you 💜✨🌸💚💫 (s/o gn, fluff & smut)

ooh, whipped zoro, i like this; fluff is not my strong suit, but i hope this works. & thank you, angel you’re so sweet <3

2.1k words, gn reader (no pronouns), fluff & smut, zoro is surprisingly calm here (probably the alcohol).

the pub is much rowdier than you expect. you roll your eyes when you witness your captain drunkenly announces that he can outeat anyone — and then laugh uncontrollably when he actually does it. the accompanying laughter from your crew mates makes you feel light and at home—even in a dingy pub with terrible music and even worse food. the alcohol is good at least—not to your favorite swordsman’s liking, however, something he grumbles about after downing another tall drink.

you nudge him playfully with your shoulder, thigh touching his when you lean closer. “how can you drink so much and still be grumpy?” you ask playfully, face flushed from the four drinks you consumed previously. you try pacing yourself, never really being able to drink as much as some of your crewmates—but you don’t let that bother you; instead, you enjoy all the revelry. for the first time in a long time, things feel good.

he orders another round of drinks and raises a brow at you questioningly. “it’s a crime to make bad alcohol, and sell it for such a high price,” he retorts almost seriously. but still, he drinks. because it’s so packed, you feel the temperature rise around you; you pull at the neckline of your blouse to give yourself some relief. it doesn’t work much, and since you foolishly accept another drink, you start to sweat a little. 

motioning for him to lean closer, you whisper in his ear, “i’m going outside.” the heat doesn’t normally bother you, but it seems like the alcohol pushes you to your limit. maybe a walk outside might cool you down. when you stand up from your seat, zoro watches you closely, his eye catching the way your pants cling to your legs, bring attention to your hips and to your ass, causing him to take another gulp of his beer. it’s all he can do to keep his frisky hands to himself. self-control is important to him, but when it comes to you, it all goes out of the window.

a breeze flits by, tickling your skin, giving you the kind of relief you were craving for earlier. you stretch your arms over head, a soft, satisfied groan leaving your lips when you feel a familiar pop! in your upper back. heavy footsteps and a gruff, loud voice behind you stops you in your tracks. he’s so terrible at being discreet when he’s tipsy; a smile graces your lips, growing wider when you look over your shoulder at him. 

“i’m joining your walk,” he says matter of factly, cheeks flushing lightly as you laugh—a bell-like, melodic ringing around his ears, a familiar song that he plays over and over.

you place a hand on your chest, theatrical for the sake of egging him on. “my knight in shining armor.” he thinks the nickname is unwarranted, that he’s the furthest thing from a knight, and that you deserve much better than what he has to offer you. but ever since he saved you from drowning years ago, you’ve never let it go—especially after you confidently insist that you can float on water, a joke that nearly costs you your life; being a devil fruit user is tragically inconvenient and embarrassing at times. he’s had every chance to berate you for your actions, but didn’t—and, most assuredly, won’t. 

so, you insist on the moniker—unrelenting and triumphant with your argument. he accepts it for your sake, doesn’t mind when you boast to others about how wonderful and heroic he is; again, he thinks you exaggerate, but he lets you believe it.

because if it makes you happy, then he’s happy.

“yeah, well, this knight says it’s too dark for you to walk around like this,” he huffs, arms crossed against his chest. 

you almost ask what he means by that, but playing stupid won’t earn you any points with him. smiling sheepishly, you pat his cheek gently, enjoying the warmth emanating from his skin. “i’m not that clumsy, y’know.” it’s a lie. you absolutely are clumsy; your crew has a running joke about it, except zoro takes it very seriously. if he could wrap you in a bubble, he probably would.

and when you mix in alcohol? it’s a bad combination.

a small smile slides onto his lips, turning your whole world upside down. it isn’t a secret that your boyfriend is devilishly handsome—but when he smiles? immobilizing, dizzying, promising; you keep those thoughts hidden, pushed into a small box deep in your heart, not wanting to let him know just how much he affects you. 

as you busy yourself teasing him, a small group approaches. you’re not bothered by their presence—a few of them were at the pub with you and your crewmates, drinking heavily and laughing hard—but he tenses, his arm wrapping around you protectively. 

he recognizes most of them. not because he’s great with faces—his memory is shit, everyone knows—but because he saw the way they watched you in the pub. your charisma, your quirks and odd way of saying things; people naturally gravitate towards you. already you can feel his energy shift, making you nervous for the men who accidentally incurred his wrath. they slow their steps, and one boldly tries to approach, his face showing off his intent with the way his eyes rake over your body. you’re not one to shy away from people like that, but you don’t want zoro to fight them in his current state.

you lick your lips and reach your hand towards zoro’s face, fingers grabbing onto his chin, turning him to face you instead. “we should go,” you say, low enough for him to hear; it’s not often that you get to separate from your group like this. plus, you really wanted to change your clothes—it’s much too warm still. his gaze is still on the group, specifically on the man who is still approaching you probably because the others behind him are cheering him on.

when zoro finally looks back at you, his residual annoyance dissipates immediately; maybe it’s because you look so determined to distract him or maybe he’s just simply enamored with you. a combination of both prompts him to pull you closer; your hands settle on his chest, fingers curl delicately into the fabric of his shirt, the corners of your lips curving into a knowing smile as he kisses you.

you like this side of him, though—and as his lips move against yours, tongue playfully licking, dancing around, essentially siphoning all of your common sense as you ignore the small audience near you. you can faintly hear all the grumbling and hushed words from them, before they walk away—and you swear, you can feel the amusement on his lips. the closest zoro will get to romance is by indulging in this compulsion—the desire to proclaim that you are his and his alone. not one for eloquence, nor one to grandstand, to make speeches, to obnoxiously sing your praises with flowery language—he’s a man of action, and they do speak louder than words, don’t they.

it’s what crosses your mind when the kiss transforms; a sloppy affair—tormenting, decadent, and rapturous. by the time you pull apart, you’re alone with him again, face burning as you sway a bit.

“huh, they left,” he says thoughtfully, almost in awe, as if you didn’t notice. you pinch his cheek and give him a look, to which he sports a sly grin—unapologetic for his previous behavior. and why should he be? to him, it’s perfectly normal to want to kiss you like that; and if there are people around, so be it. it’s strange, though; he’s not normally into things like this, but every so often the urge creeps up on him and he gives in to it.

with a roll of your eyes, you wiggle out of his grasp, a coy smile on your face. “i thought we were taking a walk,” you say and slink your arm around his. his laughter warms your soul, the moon finally coming out of hiding, the light an ethereal presence on the quiet street. your intention was to head back to the ship and just call it a night, but maybe you’ll stay out a bit longer. you talk about impossible dreams, he tells you stories from his childhood, your hand seeks his while he nudges you towards a nearby alley.

it isn’t long before you’re against a wall, blouse half undone, your chest littered with reddish marks, a satisfied moan traipsing out of your mouth as his tongue licks your collarbone. any other night, you’d be reluctant to do any of this, but tonight is different somehow. it’s evident in how feverish your kisses have become, in how you can’t keep your hands off of each other, and in how you clearly don’t care about getting caught.

miraculously, it’s really not a concern of yours. 

buttons undone, your fingers pull on his zipper, your name a soft whisper on his lips, lighting your skin on fire—inextinguishable, forceful, provocative. you want to tell him that this is the opposite of cooling off, but you’re caught up in his whirlwind, a tremor passing through you as you beg for him to help you relieve that insidious ache that keeps growing inside of you.

as your hands stroke his cock, a slight euphoria temporarily blinds you, an inescapable desire that has you melting under a different kind of heat. unable to contain himself, he spins you around, your hands pressed against the wall before you. he tugs your pants and underwear down in one go, rash with his movements, doing his best not to rip anything important. you chastise him playfully, in turn he rubs his stiff cock against your ass, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his voice husky as his lips graze the shell of your ear.

whatever filthy thing he says is lost on you; too consumed by need, you push your hips back against him, urging him to go go go. he catches the hint, smirking as he slides his fingers inside of you, groaning at the way you squeeze around him, even as he pumps his fingers in and out. your nails dig into the weathered bricks and you bite down hard on your lip, trying your best to keep quiet. it eats you alive, but you manage to survive.

you’re half in tears, half begging before his cock replaces his fingers, nudging slowly, your whimpers drowned out by his hips snapping against you hard. this time, you don’t try to keep quiet—and neither does he. you tell him how badly you were waiting for him to touch you, he moans your name in response, your hips pushing against his in tandem with his thrusts. zoro fucks you slowly, wanting to savor the moment, liking the way you’re falling apart for him in public like this. did a part of him want those guys to come back and see you like this? yes. would he slice them in half if they actually did that? also yes.

the pace is driving you wild—and when he holds you still, he picks up the momentum, cock slamming into you recklessly with long, quick strokes. you cry out shamelessly, legs shaking, a bit of drool coming down the side of your mouth. he doesn’t make it any better as his groans turn you on even more; you can’t take any of it, but you also don’t want to stop. a wonderful conundrum to have, you suppose—the lewd sounds that your bodies make each time his cock pummels into you, his hand reaching around to slide in between your legs. 

he kisses the side of your neck, his fingers stroking you affectionately, and it sends a shock through your body. your orgasm is a force to be reckoned with, as sweat pools on your temples, trickling down your back. you cum on his hand which only makes him fuck you harder, his own orgasm within reach; it’s when you roll your hips and take him in a little deeper that he loses control. he cums after a few more thrusts, hand on your neck, pulling you closer and angling your face so he can kiss you again. 

that you’re still able to stand is a feat all on its own, but with him holding you like that, kissing you like you’re the only person he wants to kiss for the rest of his life. that sort of intimacy scares him; and while you’re also a little hesitant, you know that you’ll be able to safely navigate through all of it with him by your side.

[crimeronan]

So I THINK I know already.. but which songs on the Princess Luz playlist are about Hunter?

i've got so many OC asks to answer but i am so slepby and i'm a sucker for music so i reply 2 this quastion instead. i don't think i actually even posted the playlist over here so here it is. that girl sure can sad. sorry for making your life suck so bad luz i swear i love you so much

anyway. u probably DO know, it's pretty obvious what songs are about hunter versus belos versus luz's self-hatred. but i will give u the names and most relevant bits of the lyrics because i FUCKIN LOVE ME A GOOD CODEPENDENCY TRAUMA SONG WITH POETIC NONSENSE LET'S GOOOO WOOOOOO

people who haven't read the main fic can glean at least some of the vibes from these snatches of lyrics probably. sorry for making everything edgy horror about sad people. i will do it again.

gun in my hand - dorothy

why did love put a knife in my heart in my bed, in my head, in my heart was it for redemption or was it for revenge? was it for the bottle? was it for the ledge? was it for the thrill of pushing my hope to the edge?

chasing twisters - delta rae

i lost hope when i was still so young had an angel on my shoulder but the devil always won (...) feel the lives that i have taken, what little soul that i have left and oh, my God, i'll take you to the grave the only love i've ever known, the only soul i ever saved

frozen - within temptation

i can feel your sorrow, i sacrifice you won't forgive me but i know it'll be all right it tears me apart that you will never know but i have to let go tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? can't tell the reasons i did it for you

politics of love - rise against

i hear your voice in the wind it follows me, it cuts right through the noise as we spin on dance floors made of ice so rest your hand in mine steady now, ignore the sound of breaking lines the cracks beneath our feet as time runs out

heavy in your arms - florence + the machine

are you strong enough to stand protecting both your heart and mine? who is the betrayer, who's the killer in the crowd the one who creeps in corridors and doesn't make a sound my love has concrete feet, my love is an iron ball wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall

ship to wreck - florence + the machine

don't let the curtain catch you 'cause you've been here before the chair is an island, darling, you can't touch the floor and oh, my love, remind me, what was it that i said? i can't help but pull the earth around me to make my bed and oh, my love, remind me, what was it that i did? did i drink too much? am i losing touch? did i build this ship to wreck?

close to heaven - breaking benjamin

hate, lost inside, i dare to dream, faithless lies caught in the web, i will face the weak within so i'll stay unforgiven and i'll keep love together and i'll be yours forever, i'll sleep close to heaven i'm coming home, i'm coming home, i'm coming home

[laugtherhyena]

And here's his ref + a more indepth explanation of his powers

-Cherry used to live in an old shack in the middle of the woods until Makima found him and used her control powers to bring him to public safety

-He enjoyed the calm life but really doesn't mind living in the big city + working as a devil hunter, he's a go with the flow kinda guy. Shares a similar "All lives are equality trivial including mine" mentality as Power.

-He worships Chainsaw man and is a big fan of his! That's why Makima tends to pair him up with Beam both in missions + the two share the same room in the bureal. They became best friends over their shared adoration for Chainsaw man, they're bros, besties, himbos.

-His powers are on the same vibe as Angel's. Cherry drains the life of his victims whenever he speaks to them which causes the person's body ages rapidly and they die because their physical form starts decomposing, this works in any living creature.

-The person doesn't have to talk back to him in order for the powers to affect them, Cherry talking to them alone does it. If they can't hear him clearly, they're immune to his powers.

-He always starts a phrase by saying the name of whoever he wants to target (he just knows everyone's names by looking at them, devil shenanigans) and pointing at them, this makes it so that only that person will be affected by his powers. If he doesn't do that anyone who hears his voice will be affected.

-He can target multiple people at the same time, just gotta say all of their names first. Tho the more people he is targeting simultaneously the slower his powers will work, that being said, his powers do work pretty fast.

-Cherry is very physically strong as well, while he doesn't necessarily need to punch and kick people in order to kill them he'll do it anyway, he's a fan of violence.

-Similar to Angel, he has dreams where the people who's life he drained show up to haunt him. Cherry calls them his audience and proceeds to sing or talk to these people for hours and hours until he wakes up, he loves these dreams as they're the one ocasion where he can talk freely.

[msfcatlover]

I finished my Death Mask (Red Hood) Steph playlist, if anyone's interested.

Only took multiple months, am I right? So, if you've got... oh gods, like 6.5hrs... check it out?

(I also have the playlist with all the songs I ended up cutting in this one over here. So if you have even more time and just want a strong dose of RH!Steph vibes, open that up and hit shuffle.)

Full list under the cut, in case youtube decides to take some of the videos down or rearrange my list---or if you want to rebuild it in your playlist player of choice---broken up into rough time periods to make it easier to read.

Introduction through Death:

Trouble by CRMNL || Take It Like A Girl by Khamsin, Molly Moore, Win Woo || Giants by Neoni || That's My Girl by Fifth Harmony || Raising Hell by Kesha, Big Freedia || Make It Look Easy by Valley Of Wolves || Enemies by The Score || Oh My Dear Lord by The Unlikely Candidates || A Little More Time by Natasha Blume || Reflection (Hollow Knight OST)

Resurrection through Return:

Goddess by Cepheid [cover] || Secrets Kill by Ely Eira || Come Alive by Ely Eira || Be My Guest by Azari [cover] || Who Am I? by Besomorph, RIELL || World On Fire by RIELL || Gossip by Måneskin [cover] || A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel || Who Are You? by SVRCINA || Hanahaki Syndrome by Shiki Miyoshino || Shadow Shadow by Azari [cover] || The Devil Wears Lace by Steven Rodriguez || Pink (Freak) by Elliot Lee || Thumbs by Sabrina Carpenter || Feed The Machine by Poor Man's Poison [cover] || Make A Move by Icon For Hire || Dirty by grandson || Devil Inside by CRMNL || That's How You Make A Villain by emlyn

Return through Identity Reveal:

Ready For War by 2WEI, Joznez, Kataem || BURN by 2WEI, Edda Hayes || Know My Name by Tru Genesis, DJ Form, Corinne, Sean BE || Champion by Neoni, burnboy || Too Loud by Icon For Hire || Way Up by Jaden || Godsent by Smash Into Pieces || Paranoia by Neoni || Royalty by Egzod, Maestro Chives, Neoni || Good People Do Bad Things by David Thomas Connolly || GOOD FOR HER by MOTHICA, emlyn || Shut Down by BLACKPINK || You Were Wrong by Icon For Hire || Little Girl Gone by CHINCHILLA || All Eyes On Me by CRMNL || Pomegranate Lips by Derivakat || Night Of Your Life by WAR*HALL || Everything or Nothing by Willyecho || How You Like That by BLACKPINK || See You In Hell by Amy Harriet

Reveal through Tower fight:

I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha || I'M NOT SORRY by Neoni || One Woman Army by Porcelain Black || Calling All the Monsters by China Anne McClain || Monster by Willyecho || Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME || They Don't Care About Us by Michael Jackson [cover] || The Road To Hell by TheUnder X Matthew Grant, Ellis Island || Villains Aren't Born (They're Made) by PEGGY || WONDERLAND by Neoni || Rituals by Jiovanni Daniel || Angry Too by Lola Blanc || Devil's Worst Nightmare by FJØRA

Tower fallout:

Go To War by Nothing More || Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) by Will Wood || Motherland by REACH || Play Dead by Ellise || Aimed to Kill by Jade LeMac || Twisted by MISSIO || You Can Run by Adam Jones || Tomboy by Destiny Rogers [remix] || Whisper Whisper Whisper by Azari [cover] || Outlaw by Neoni || Wild Lands by Koethe || What's My Name by China Anne McClain

Spite-Flirting With Tim (Oracle):

Hot One by Leyla Blue, Baby Tate, REI AMI || Inferno by Bella Poarch [cover] || A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard || DICTATOR by REI AMI || plot line by emlyn || you make a woman wanna... by emlyn || Here Come the Wolves by Lola Blanc

Fighting the family & Running the Alley:

Pretty Distraction by SkyDxddy || Stronger by The Score || Bloodshot by Sam Tinnesz || Let's Do This by Outskrts || Go For Gold by Autumn Kings || Hey Brother by Jakob Samuel|| Don't Stop The Devil by Dead Posey || Legend by The Score || What's Up Danger by Blackway, Black Caviar [remix]|| Welcome to the Party by Diplo || Do It Like A Dude by Jessie J || My Name Is... by Once Monsters || Queen of Kings by Alessandra Mele || Monster by Besomorph || I Like It Loud by Cash Cash || Confident by Demi Lovato || Looking at Me by Sabrina Carpenter || Immortals by Fall Out Boy || Up In Flames by Icon For Hire || Can't Get Enough by Jaxson Gamble || Do Right, Fear No Man by The Last Knife Fighter

Saving Jason, Having Hard Conversations, & Reuniting with the Family:

Deadly by Ellise || Cuttin' the Cord by Lunarcode || Soldiers by Sam Tinnesz, GoldTop || So Close To Me by Marc Boudreau || Dynasty by MIIA || Monster by Beth Crowley || It's Alright by Mother MotherGhost Town by Neoni, Layto || The Kid I Used To Know by Arrested Youth || Broken Boys & Bitter Bitches by Ellise || DDU-DU DDU-DU by BLACKPINK || Poison by LuLuYam || life's a bitch by TAELA || Give and Take by Poor Man's Poison || SHIT SHOW by UPSAHL || Lay Your Weapons Down by Ilse DeLange || Chasing The Sun by The Wanted || Hold Back The River by James Bay || Better Than One by The Score

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(Holy shit, sorting/fixing these took like 3hrs, and I started by just copy-pasting the playlist's text directly to tumblr...)

I’m actually super proud of a couple of these transitions, or how I chose to build the mood in certain sections

[kalosinflames]

vibe check —

His aura isn't from here. That much Sir Aaron can tell right away - and it is strong. Insanely so; the sorts of strengths that many heroes of old only dream of reaching. It is bright, too, and yet that shine is not entirely its own. Something else has bonded with this man's aura, a power that he should not have.

And yet despite its brightness - its convictions - it is false. It is an evil thing, a devil in the skin of an angel. No matter how much the man believes, the aura does not lie.

He has done something unforgivable.

[bugbearstew]

One Piece Posting

so i finished the Skypiea arc recently. and hoo boy I understand why no one talks about this and why I had no idea this all happened. While the idea of the crew going into a sky island filled with angel people and a mysterious golden city is pretty fun and exciting, the whole arc was just kind of........... Okay

Especially following the Alabasta and Baroque Works stuff its just like, kind of that but worse. The vassals dont really get enough screentime before the fights to be fun and the fights with the vassals arent as compelling as the previous fights in the series.

One Piece has a lot of fun worldbuilding and powers but wow I just do not care about dials. The whole idea of "press a button and a thing happens" is just so boring and most of the time they're not even used in any interesting ways. Just "haha i touched you with my kills-you dial, i win"

Eneru (or Enel I guess depending on where u read it) is probably the highlight of the whole arc. He's really charismatic and has a sort of kefka "fuck everyone i got mine" vibe thats fun to watch. Plus his whole brutally strong devil fruit powers that take out the straw hats instantly is REALLY fun to juxtapose against how his powers just do Not effect Luffy. His "Kingdom Come" attack was also really cool. My issue with Eneru is that he's kind of just a less fun Crocodile and his fight goes on..... way too long oh my god.

All that said, however. The final ringing of the bell of shandora was pretty fuckin' cool. Leading up to that, as soon as Luffy's hand gets stuck in a big golden ball you kind of know where it's going. When he rings the bell, though, and theres like 6 pages of it just going CLAANG it feels really powerful and emotional.

7.5/10 arc

Idk if the foxy and long long stuff is counted as a full arc? but I am just now starting on the Water 7 stuff and I'm excited because I've heard this is like the best part of the series so! lets go

(crossposted from cohost where I post more casually than here. Should I post more text stuff here?? let me know)

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bendy and the dark revival part 5

Thonks

The keepers have taken my friend! Locked him away like some animal! Just because he's big and strong.

But they don't need go after him! No! If they just make sure to feed him in time, Big Steve won't ever hurt a fly!

He loves the food from "the little Devil lounge" best.

If only someone one take the long road back through the sewers, climb up the elevator shaft and seek out his favourite thumping delicacy.

Then they would see how harmless he really is!

... I have... So many questions.

Big Steve?

Also this just feels like a trap.

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Looks at giant ink monster

... I'm guessing this is Big Steve.

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Jeez no wonder Bendy didn't wanna come here, the keepers have been torturing him.

Poor lil guy.

... Least I think so, can't quite hear the keepers logs.

Doesn't help that they sound like a glitchier version of Daleks and there's no subtitles. And my ears don't work too good.

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One food run later, Big Steve happily noms.

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That's where the ghosts live. Just beyond that door.

The keepers prison.

The Pit.

No one ever comes out, at least not the same.

Thanks, Heidi? For that creepy exposition. So your a lost one like Port.

Wonder if that's where the ink machine is?

But! I could open the door for you. I do know how! I really do!

I sense a catch here.

But first, may we play a game.

There it is.

Hide and seek in a creepy parallel ink world, fun.

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Found ya.

Doors open and, she gave us a new ability.

Cool.

Looks at mark getting mad cos it would've saved him so much time earlier.

Or not.

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Decontamination activated

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How.. How are decontaminising ink? And for what??

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Excuse me?

Hmm who would be in this world that kinda looks like a ghost like Joey did and is drawing in a prison

... Henry?

You must be really lost to be asking me for help.

It is Henry!

Why would you be a threat to them?

I'm what they call a Cyclebreaker. Once upon a time I knew how to start althe cycle over. And when that happens everything begins again.

Yup you've done that, many times.

Obviously Wilson and the keepers don't want that to happen.

Heh Wilson and the keepers, sounds like a band.

It turns out the Ink demon himself is the key. This world is his, but even he must obey it's rules.

For now at least.

If you can get him to look at something very specific, it will reset everything.

It's a real of film. Labeled, the end.

Ohhh in the first game, that's what he looked at before he turned into beast Bendy... And than it was over.

Makes sense if its the way to break the cycle if that's how Henry's been doing it for over 400 times.

They keep it upstairs in the Pit.

That's convenient.

I just wanna go home.

So did I.

Yeah that sympathy for Joey is fading... Guilty of not you still damned your best friend to his own personal inky hell.

Of your creation.

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Annnd giant Betram Piedmont head statue is just... Here.

Oh shit is everyone from the last game minus Alison Angel and Sci Boris here?

Because they can't really die because of the ink and I'm betting Wilson would've locked em up.

Cos he's the worst.

... 👀Could Boris be here???

I mean, Heidi did say this is where the ghosts are.

... And Henry's spy glass thing is in contraband.

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Are you worthy to walk with angels

Jee wonder who wrote that?

And there's someone playing I think that's a banjo??

Sammy!

Sat right in his werid inky summoning circle with his candles and mask on the ground.

Subject 418.

Missed you bud.

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There's always hope

By a desk, I'm guessing that's Henry's.

And it showed up on the door Joey was standing next to.

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Idk if its me but the Keepers are giving Projectionist vibes.

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And from the hollowed darkness, from the wretched abyss a saviour comes at last.

Oh fuck off Wilson.

And we're laying unconscious in a lift with him. As he watches us.

... Why..

Rest yourself, Audery.

I'll be honest, inky and glowing he looks bout the same.

And no, how can anyone rest with you there?!

Your still weak.

I can still kick you where it hurts.

The keepers can be relentless to strangers. But there's nothing to fear, as long as I'm with you.

Your safe now.

... How is you get more creepier by the second..?

Does Joey's ghost know that your with his daughter?

Don't think he'd be happy with it.

You bought me here, you turned me into this... This thing!

This doesn't make sense! I've never done anything to you!

You haven't, but your gonna wanna..

Open your eyes and look around you!

Ah yes, ink, paper just like the last time I looked.

None of this makes sense.

The one thing I agree with you on... That felt icky to say.

Also get back bub!

Drawn walls. Nightmarish creatures.

Drawn walls does, that's pretty normal tbh. Nightmarish creatures, yeah makes sense.

An ancient studio that died out almost 30 years ago.

No that makes sense as well.

It's all fiction.

Careful, he's becoming self aware.

Reality guided by its masters pen.

Noo it was the ink machine.

The franchise isn't Bendy and the masters pen.

What do u want from me?

I need your help, to save my father's life.

Nope.

Nope not helping. Your father's probably worse than you.

And why is your father here?

What is with all the dad's here???

Also how dare you think you can do all this, do this to me and than demand I owe you anything?!

I said it before, and I'll say it again.

Fuck you Wilson!

And chapter 5 the dark revival begins.

This place isn't as safe as it once was.

Because your here.

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Walks past keeper choking out a lost one

... OooKay than.

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The demons evil continues to spread.

Than maybe stop getting around.

The world has begun to shutter

Because of you not allowing the cycle to go on.

He's lying Audery!

Hey Bendy, no yeah I believe you over him.

Be quiet!

Damn Audery.

What did you say?

It was nothing

Ohh so Bendy's talking, telepathically?

Probably for the best, Wilson would go nuts if he knew.

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Oh and he's just shut us in here... Of course.

And there's a gun.

Hehe.

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Jeez we're in everyone praises Wilson land with his Relax poster everywhere.

Creepy.

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Welcome to the civilised world.

If civilised means people wanna line up and kiss your ass... I'd rather be a savage.

How do you like my signal towers?

How do you like my right hook?

They nullify the ink demons powers so he cannot pass them.

So no bendy zone.

How long did it take to come up with this?

... How long have we been here?

I wish I could say I invented them, but it seems our friends at the Gent Corporation had a demon problem of their own, long ago.

... Hmmm...a demon like Bendy?

Who's this lady?

Now my dear if you'll excuse me. I have a lot to prepare. We'll talk later, I promise.

Take all the time you need.

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Also is that a portrait of yourself behind you with you holding a sword to a cowering picture of Bendy?

The ego on you... Also again, how long have we been here that you hag that painted.

I'm assuming painted cos that never happened for a photo to be taken.

Besides you must be very tired.

Tired of your bullshit.

A quick rest will do you good. Betty will show you too your room.

So this creepy maid looking genderbent eyeless Jack Lady is called Betty?

She's my housekeeper.

I'd have goouged my eyes out too if I was your house keeper, poor lady.

Among other things.

... To reiterate, poor Betty.

You never actually killer the ink demon, did you?

Call him out Audery.

No. He's too powerful to destroy.

Imagining Bendy just sat smirking like 😏 yup im too powerful.

So we sealed him away, trapped him in a different form.

One that was smaller, harmless.

... You made baby Bendy...

It was a fitting prison.

Grrrr

Although he seems to have found a way to free himself.

Because your pathetic and he's too powerful. Also no we will not be dealing with that

There's some nice fresh blankets all laid out for you. You'll be dreaming in no time.

Betty... Betty, tap twice if your being held against your will.

Wait Wilson. One more thing, if you needed my help, why didn't you just ask?

Would you have believed me?

... Yeah.

Yeah if you mentioned it after we got sent here and clearly you don't care if we did or not.

Wouldn't have believed me, like your speech earlier was any better.

Smh.

Come along! And no more dawdling this way now.

Through... The same door as Wilson... Oh boy.

Ah you're here at last, it's so exciting having you with us!

... Soo exciting...

Now, to give you some bearings, we're currently in the south wing. Wilsons laboratory is downstairs.

A wing? How fancy is this place? What is this a palace?... More like a tower where the princess is locked up.

So the ink demon is why the north wing is locked up and if I go there I'll be ripped to shreds if I don't go with Wilson.

Good to know.

It's not very often I have guests to look after. Almost everyone here either can't speak or they're completly mad.

... And what Betty, makes you different?

Finest bedroom here you should see where I sleep, ew.

Wilson got you in some nasty servants quarters? Fuck him you get this room when I bust out.

... I don't trust that "sleeping draft"...

Is it always night here?

It's always dark if that's what you mean.For as long as I can remember.

Are you... Very old.

Audery! You cant just ask that.

No, as far as I understand, I'm something quite new. Although, I didn't turn out the way I was supposed to.

So she came from the ink machine?

One in a long line of failed experiments.

Ohh she's one of Wilsons experiments.

But Wilson will keep trying.

And do you trust Wilson.

This is the realm of the ink demon his shadow hangs over us all I don't trust anyone.

Smart lady.

But Wilson takes care of me.

You poor thing.

Keeps me safe, he once said I remind him of something he called his mother.

Hes trying to save his father and his mother has preseumbly passed on and he's trying to recreate her?

Tell me is that a good thing. Where you too are from.

I'm not sure.

... Same...

I mean you remind him of his mother so much so he preseumbly gave you her name.

And he makes you sleep in what seems like nasty servants quarters, and keeps you around as your house keeper.

.... Doesn't paint a good picture...

And he'll keep trying until she's, what? Till he's perfectly recreated her?

And if that's his mother, what about his father?

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I erm think we'll give the sleeping draft a miss... Don't take it Audery... Don't!

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