#will probably add more in the near future

[coconutredbulllover]

little rant type shit about azzi and paiges current and kinda future media presences

i think azzis reposts are like her way of letting people know shes gonan be okay without having to be actually present and ibteractive on socials. she was literallt just comibg back from her drought/break/pause (wtvr u wanna call it) and likely wont post for a while because dawg camp and the draft content was like the most we’ve had from azzi in so long. i think shes probably doing alright considering the amount of support shes surrounded by and honestly she didnt really seem like in any hurry to suddenly become active like an instant unpause after not beibg active for so long, like i dont rlly think her being “on a break” was all that deep she was probably convinced to post but didnt really seriously care to upkeep not postibg in the first place so itd be practically no change in her lifestyle to go back to not posting i dont think she was like resisting the urge to post or anything. specifically now post-situation it might not be “i dont psot often but i sometines do wheneveb i feel like it” instead she might purposely stay away and actually jsut take time away from media focus for a little and we’ll get like a crumb once and a while.

and i think paige being active rn is a mix of moving on from the incident and also the fact that the season is over and shes back on media and does like beibg on it like for example on lives and stuff. i feel like shes trying to show that shes moving past it as well as not letting it effect or stop doing what she enjoys. i also think that if paige had gone media silent after what happened it mightve brought even more attention to it with people speculating the effects it had or twitter running wild as it always does. i think her vague-ish thanking for support tweet near when it happened was good because it further fueled people who had been covering the timeline and helped speed up efforts to get tweets taken down but didnt actively add crap tons of spotlight on it. plus her normally posting and tweeting helps spread around what people are focusing on when she appears or if shes mentioned and it js moves the crowd on. we also know shes been described as/has said about herself that shes the type to put on a strong front in stressing times so even if shes beibg active on media and seemingly doing alright she could be doing it for all the reasons i just mentioned about moving the public on (like damage control/reputation padding) and still be literallt depressed behind the scenes and js doing it bc she feels she has to. either way we have no way of knowing whats actually happening and we will probably never know, i can only guess abd assume just as much as everyone else, i could be insanely far off or completely spot on, even if it doesnt match how any of us assume or imagine her acting just remember that we literally do not know any of these people!

i hope things settle and we can see them together again i dont think the situation would have effected their relationship with eachother theyre like ride or die and its not like its their fault it happened. obviously no one wouldvt wanted it to happen but i like to think that behibd the scenes theyre supporting eachother or they could be givibg eachother space but all n all i dont see this being the reason they suddenly drop eachother and i have ful lconfidence theyll come out the other end still side by side.

if anyone has any thoughts or responses feel free to add on or share or if i left smth out or got smth wrong feel free to correct me bc its literallt 6:30 am rn and im suppsoed to be awake in less than 2 hours 🤣🥲

[acosmicdisappointment]

— wesley.

is that JONAH HAUER-KING? oh, no, that’s WESLEY GRAHAM, a TWENTY-SEVEN year old SALES ASSOCIATE AT INHERITED ESCAPES/GHOSTWRITER who uses HE/HIM pronouns. they currently live in CASABLANCA COMMUNE, and the character they identify with most is MILO THATCH FROM ATLANTIS: LOST EMPIRE. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASICS.

FULL NAME. ellis wesley graham NICKNAME(S). wesley, wes, ellis (hates it and knows someone is mad at him when they use this) AGE/BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC. 27 / july 1st / cancer SEXUALITY. heterosexual BIRTHPLACE. london, england HEIGHT. 6’1” EYE COLOR. blue ILLNESSES/CONDITIONS. lover boy with abandonment issues TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/SCARS. half compass on his forearm (right), a lily on his wrist in honor of his grandmother's birth flower (left) FC. jonah hauer-king

PERSONALITY.

empathetic sweet reliable insecure sensitive paranoid

HISTORY.

tw: parental abandonment, mentions of death — Barely a year old, Wes and his older sister, age 5, were left in their grandmother's care when their parents decided they couldn't handle the responsibilities of parenthood. No explanation of why they just up and left. The absence of any explanation or farewell left a lingering sense of abandonment and confusion, with no closure even as they grew older. — Growing up in a quaint London flat, Wes found solace in Evelyn's nightly stories, which not only sparked his lifelong love for literature but also served as a balm for the parental love they lacked. Despite this, the void left by their parents' absence often made Wes question his own worthiness of love. — Wes was just 16 years old when Evelyn passed away, and it was his sister who stepped up to provide the support and care he needed, continuing the nurturing environment their grandmother had created. — To help make ends meet, Wes turned to ghostwriting, initially starting with academic papers for peers at university and gradually expanding his scope of work. His talent in writing became a source of income and stability. — Despite his skill and potential for success as an author, Wes chose to remain a ghostwriter, fearing the pressures and intrusions of fame that accompany being a published writer. Also if he became famous his parents might come knocking on his door or something, no thank you. — After graduating, Wes and his sister went their separate ways, but not before getting matching tattoos; a half compass symbolizing their belief that no matter where life took them, they would always find their way back to each other. — Valparaíso has been Wes's home for nearly two years now, where he has found employment as a sales associate at Inherited Escapes.

EXTRAS.

to read to see to listen

HEADCANONS.

— the type you would bring home to mama <3 — would ALWAYS open doors for you (will get sad if you didn't let him) — has a goodreads account (@grahamreads) — never misses a good morning and good night text — has never gotten into a relationship (why? idk girls back home don't seem to like good boys or smth) — book boyfriend coded — has assigned mugs specifically for tea and coffee — believes in the traditional way of courting (i.e., writing letters, serenading, sending flowers)

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS.

inner circle — this boy needs friends! wes is definitely the designated driver whenever they go out hello darling — regulars at inherited escapes (word on the street he is responsible for an increase in sales; would need more research to prove this) woman of his dreams — wes is my ultimate dream boy and anyone would be so lucky to have him as a partner pls snatch him up more tbd! just slide into my dms to plot

[kara-knuckles]

I wonder if Ines wears contacts.

We know that her Arts affect her vision, and the crystals under her eye suggest that this area is especially influenced by Oripathy. So, nowadays her vision is probably bad enough to require some aid, and she may need specialized eye medicine to deal with her Oripathy.

Of course, it's all good while she works for Babel/Rhodes Island, since she has access to people, medicine and technology to help her. But I imagine it was quite troublesome back in Kazdel/Reunion, when even a good meal wasn't a certainty, let alone specific medical help.

Another complication is that her vision may rapidly drop when she overuses her Arts, as seen in Darknights Memoir. It probably gets better afterwards, otherwise she would be blind by now, but it still causes some long-term damage. In that case, if she wears contacts, I imagine she removes them during Arts-intensive combat, since they would soon turn into more of a nuisance due to wrong prescription. Although, she can probably rely on her shadow vision to compensate, at least until she is safe enough to stop using her Arts.

And on a less dramatic note, her sewing hobby may also negatively affect her eyes, especially since she likely does it during evenings and doesn't always have adequate lighting. Obviously, it wouldn't affect her nearly as hard as the other things, but with her eyes already being at risk, it may contribute to the problem.

[bangcakes]

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[akagamiko]

still very much in the works but i set up a sideblog / OP multimuse here <3

[cypriathus]

This post and the next one will contain some animal species that are prevalent within my multiverse. For this post, I'll be sharing the animals I created.

COPPER-BACKED HORSEFLY: A shockingly large horsefly species who either feast on the blood of small mammals or rotting organic matter. Females are about 25 inches (63.5 cm), while males are approximately between 20 inches (50.8 cm). The females rely on blood for developing eggs, while males preferably feed on nectar and/or carcasses. They’re known for their reflective copper abdomen, legs with yellowish-brown rings, and the reddish iridescent wing membranes. This particular fly species is commonly seen in dense forests where animals are plentiful.

SMARAGDINE BLOWFLY or BELSZARVODI’ EYE: An average-sized blowfly species that are attracted to the stench of decay and filth. Both male and female smaragdine blowflies are close to 10 inches (25.4 cm). They’re known for its metallic bluish-green, gold coloration with a brilliant eye-like marking strewn across their thorax. Like most blowflies, they appear as scavengers, consuming rotting carcasses and excrement. According to legend, they’re seen as the servants or manifestations of Belszarvodi. Belszarvodi uses these seemingly normal blowflies to spy on other worlds or specific people.

CROWNED LOCUST or SINGING PLAGUE: A locust species that has been associated with bringing apocalyptic diseases and various plague deities. All crowned locusts are physically androgynous and are about 50 inches (127 cm). They are large locusts with eerily human-like faces and their “crowns” are made of thick cartilage. Their bodies are covered in a thin layer of an unknown substance attributed to the Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri. They form enormous swarms that spread across various regions, spreading insect-related diseases, devouring crops, and leaving serious agricultural damage. They are known for creating a mixture of high-pitched buzzing, clicking, and chirping sounds. They use this sound to attract mates, communicate with one another, and warn predators.

FISH-MONGREL or SAND-BELLIED LEOPARD: A medium-sized wild cat species whose habitats are close to large bodies of water where fish are plentiful. Males fish-mongrels are as big as 67 inches (170.18 cm), while females are relatively close to 63-65 inches (160.02-165.1 cm). They’re commonly sighted near coastal cities and are known to be domesticated by humans for the purpose of fishing and potential companionship. Their hydrophobic, sandy-coloured fur coats help them to camouflage from their acquired target. They run nearly as fast as a cheetah, which benefits them greatly when they’re in unexpected danger.

CACOPHONOUS MOON-ELK: A unique elk species who has a front-eyed, human-like face that appears to be fire-coloured with big, piercing icy blue eyes. Male cacophonous moon-elks are 8’ 2” (248.92 cm) and females are approximately 7’ 11” (241.3 cm). They have massive, branching antlers that span approximately 6 ft (183 cm). The colour of their fur coat is a shimmering reddish brown, while their rump is a mixture between yellow ochre and pumpkin orange. Their long, fluffy mane and under belly is that of grey-ish ivory. Instead of regular deer hooves, they possess large eagle feet with razor sharp talons. They’re usually sighted near forest lakes together as a large group. This particular elk species is known for imitating a myriad of sounds heard within their forested environment. As a result of this, these sounds are used within their communication and mating songs. When moonlight strikes, their gorgeous fur and eyes appear to be glowing like a will-o’-the-wisp floating above a marsh. According to legend, these elk are seen as guardians of the night deities and protective forest spirits who can endlessly reincarnate.

ROSY-THROATED WARTHOG: A warthog species that are tremendously bigger in size and an incredible ability to quickly evade their predators, even being able to climb vertical cliffs. Males are 6’ 1” (185.42 cm) and females are close to 6’ 4” (193.04 cm). Males have coffee brown mixed with golden yellow fur coats, while the fur of females are light sandy brown, ochre, and ivory. However, both males and females are known for their striking reddish throats. This particular warthog species can either imitate or perfectly learn and understand human speech. They are also capable of intellectual thinking, using this to form group tactics and create interspecies relationships. This particular species is sometimes used by humans and Ufrajozlens as forest guides. They would lend their knowledge about the forest environment in exchange for either territory or specific foods such as mangoes and dragonflies.

DAYBREAK BEETLE or KHIPEZORJUWA’S GOLDEN TEARS: A larger-than-usual size scarab beetle species that is well-known for its shimmering golden colour. Both male and female daybreak beetles are relatively close to 14 inches (35.56 cm). Their elytra is also known to have a sapphire and emerald iridescence. They possess one thick, decent-sized horn for digging and rolling balls of dung. According to legend, these beetles were believed to have been created by the sweat that accumulated from Khipezorjuwa’s body. Khipezorjuwa’s job was to roll the sun above the horizon and carry it through the other world after sunset, only to repeat this process. This might explain why these scarab beetles were used as Khipezorjuwa amulets during Ancient Egypt as well as their natural colour and why they roll balls of dung.

BONE-HEADED VULTURE or SCYTHE-BEAKED WATCHER: A fairly large vulture species that can be commonly sighted near cemeteries and labyrinthine forests. As bone-headed vultures are physically androgynous, all members of this species are close to 4’ 6” (137.16 cm). Their plumage is grey like fresh ashes and, weirdly enough, its head appears to be made of some unknown metallic cartilage material. Like all vultures, they’re highly versatile scavengers that rid the landscape of deteriorating carcasses. However, they primarily feed on fresh corpses or ones beginning to decay. According to legend, the bone-headed vultures are servants for a myriad of death and chthonic deities, using their sunset eyes and extraordinary scent to track down their next victim.

WHEEZING MOUSETRAP: A ferret-like mammal with a long bushy tail and large eyes that are commonly sighted in large forests. Their face is round and covered in a thin layer of whitish fur with horns protruding from their foreheads. They also have four stubby legs with bird-like feet and feline ears. There’s a very noticeable sexual dimorphism between females and males. The female wheezing mousetraps are 2’ 1” (63.5 cm) and males are 1’ 10” (55.88 cm). Females also have shaggy reddish fur coats and longer horns than males. On the other hand, the males are various shades of brown and have smaller horns. They’re usually scavengers who feast off of carrion, but there have been rare cases where they hunt small prey when things get desperate. Their name is a reference to the weird sounds they make during communication and when they’re attracting mates. However, they’re known to make high-pitched squeaks when in danger and purr when they’re happy.

RIPPLING HELMINTH: These aquatic parasites prefer to inhabit decently shallow bodies of water. During most of their lifespan, rippling helminths can grow up to 73 inches (185.42 cm). When they open their mouth, it appears to be a suction-cup with sharp teeth arranged in concentric circles. Their eel-like body is adorned with patterns that are eerily similar to the rippling surface of an ocean. Like most parasites, they also reproduce asexually, but there are cases where they switch to sexual reproduction in order to encourage diversity. They’re all born microscopic, but once they have found a host to survive off for long periods of time, they begin to grow about the size of a sea lamprey. The only viable ways to enter their host is either through the anus or mouth. They prefer feasting on the entrails and/or laying their eggs within the intestines of larger creatures.

BLUE-GOLD OPHIOMORPHOS or LIZARD OF KNOWLEDGEABLE FRUIT: These serpentine reptiles prefer to inhabit heavily forested areas, spacious meadows or deserts. Their name is a reference to their bluish throat and golden insides. Besides those two defining features, they have a bone-white underbelly, and maroon scales with a striking purple and green sheen. They also have bluish-grey eyes with vertical pupils, four legs, sharp claws, and a pair of supraocular “horns”. They’re noticeably longer than all known python species, 31 inches (78.74 cm), and this growth is connected to warmer climates. They can kill their prey through acidic venom, constriction, and using their razor-sharp claws. According to legend, they were created as serpentine creatures with the intention of spreading heinous evil. However, they bore the fruits of enlightened knowledge that saved humanity from being ignorant to the material universe.

ELEPHAS OF JUDGEMENT: They’re an elephant species that’s a staggering height of 17 ft (518.16 cm) that has six legs that allow them to have better balance and can move noticeably faster. Their skin is very durable and can withstand both cold and warm temperatures. They have four tusks with razor-sharp ends and they’re made from a pseudo-metal that their body naturally produces. In order to show their old age, they grow a third eye that allows them to telepathically communicate with other living creatures. They can also see their moral alignments and emotions through their auras, and accurately predict future events pertaining to nature. They’re incredibly strong and highly intelligent, which allows them to fight with ease and make firm decisions. Like all elephants, they prefer to engage in playful interactions and use their trunks and telepathic abilities to communicate with one another. They’re often used in wars and traversing a large amount of people from very far places. They genuinely prefer to befriend and work with herbivores and omnivores as they strongly dislike carnivores.

PROBOSCIS CAMEL: They’re a camel species that is approximately 9’ 5” (287.02 cm) and they possess three small humps on their back, allowing them to store fat and nutrition in arid environments. The hue of their fur mimics pink and red sand with a long orangish beige mane and beard of long hair occurring on the neck and throat. They have eight muscular legs, the feet of a roe deer, four iridescent eyes, and two rows of herbivorous teeth. They’re known for their 2 ft (60.96 cm) proboscis that can make extraordinarily loud roaring noises, spit acidic mucus, and better direct their sense of acute smell. They’re used by desert-dwelling Awukhoziels to traverse more efficiently to a desired location through a saddle or caravan, while carrying 5 times more than the average camel. The Awukhoziels decorate them with colourful, knitted blankets, jewellery, and a helmet that fits their head.

CROAKING WOLF: A seemingly regular-looking canine species with a height of 7’ 2” (218.44 cm) and slippery, yet viciously sharp fur. They prefer to thrive in environments where ungulates, smaller canines, vegetation, and lakes are plentiful. They have large teeth, piercing olive green eyes, lavender noses, small horns, and two bushy tails. Their name is a reference to their slightly thick vocal sac that helps them to emit a guttural mixture between a howl and croak. They use this sound to assert their territorial dominance, warn others that they’re nearby, attract mates, and use it as a social rally call. Their colours consist of reddish-orange, blonde, purplish-brown, silver, bluish-white, and black. They possess divine intelligence, zoolingualism, a poisonous miasma, and enhanced strength, speed, agility, and durability. They’re often the watchful and curious guardians of the cacophonous moon-elks.

PLUMED WHALE: A bioluminescent, freshwater whale species with plumage that’s gracefully soft and they’re 130 ft (3962.4 cm). They have a red-orange head with yellow, wisteria, turquoise, and jade plumage that’s covered in hagfish slime and dewdrops. They’re often seen in a pod of 5-7 plumed whales, socialising and hunting large fish and aquatic mammals together. In order to accommodate this, they have four rows of bone-crushing, carnivorous teeth. The light from the sun and moon empowers their supernatural strength, agility, durability, and intelligence. They can send subliminal messages to all living creatures and control the ocean, wind movement, and aquatic growth.

GRIPPING WHISKERED SANDWORM: They’re a mysterious worm-like species that are 968-1205 ft (29504.64-36728.4 cm) and can only be found in grand deserts. They live underneath the sand in order to prevent scorching to death, but they do occasionally pop up for air and a short sunbathe. Due to being fully blind, they rely on sound, touch, smell, and vibrations to locate prey and decide if there is any danger nearby. They have an intestinal appearance with infernal ruddiness, a catfish-like head, sturdy, yet translucent fins, and crooked canine teeth. They can spray venom, let out an electrical discharge, and create sandstorms to paralyse and confuse its prey. They have a destructive bite and no living creature can escape its grasp once caught in its jaws. Some people have made it a spot to hunt them down because their liver has divine healing properties, their eyes can see future events when touched, and their bladder is full of leech slime.

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay so this is gonna sound completely random (being it’s 2 in the morning, almost 3), but I like Loomian Legacy & Pokémon, right?

so I thought I’d draw 2 new favorite characters I had, one from Loomian Legacy, & one from Pokémon

but then I decided “you know what, I actually don’t know much about this Pokémon! Lemme do a bit of research about them!!”

and ohh boy am I glad I did that.

it turns out, these 2 characters could not be left in a room together!

so obviously I drew that

here we have Celesting from Loomian Legacy, & Tinkaton from Pokemon

[kanayukii]

i have 4 people done for my lovemail do i publish now or do i wait until im done w everyone....

[the-kipsabian]

the hardest part of making a quiz is having to choose which blorbos i wanna add as the results lmao

[stepfordgoth]

love the no makeup look, queen

Thank youuuu 💋 I'm loving it too!

Quite honestly making the decision to stop wearing makeup was one of the best things I've done in recent memory. I'm not fully makeup free, I'll wear a little bit of brown mascara from time to time and occasionally I'll put on some tinted lip balm but 9 times out of 10 I'm barefaced these days and I highly, highly recommend it. I could go on and on about all the good things that have resulted from this decision but in short:

My skin is SO MUCH HEALTHIER now. I really only break out if I'm about to start my period these days. My skin feels softer and less sensitive and so far I've also been noticing my seborrheic dermatitis hasn't really been flaring up since I stopped wearing makeup.

Because of the point above, I don't feel a need to do the whole elaborate skincare routine thing anymore. That saves me time, effort and money. I'm a lazy girl.

I've become so much more confident in my natural self. No one gives a shit if I'm wearing makeup or not! I've kinda stopped thinking about what other people think of the way I look. And I've started to actually really like my natural look, which is a fairly recent thing for me in general.

I actually love being out in public, having fun and doing whatever and not worrying about how my makeup looks. I never worry about rubbing my eyes anymore, and that's fucking awesome. If I'm out with friends and I'm laughing so hard that tears start running down my face..... I don't have to worry about thick black mascara migrating down my cheeks lol

[anananass]

Wriothesley reacting to you telling him you’re pregnant

warning: a little suggestive but otherwise extremely sweet because he is a silly man with a big heart in my eyes

note: I will keep this one part with him only but AHHH I’m planning on doing some of the other boys in the near future because hughshhsh

Wriothesley

You decide to bring the fortunate news at the most random moment ever.

There you are, enjoying some tea in silence during his afternoon break whilst both your favorite artist plays in the background making the best atmosphere for a regular afternoon.

Truthfully, you figured the news not too long ago but right when you found out, you thought of how you should inform him. Wrio loves children from the bottom of his heart and does anything in his power to assure their safety and well being and that alone causes you to melt at the simplest thought of telling him that he himself is going to be a father. But how should you tell him???

He deserves to fibf out in a big way but at the same time, can you really resist keeping your lips shut???

To sum up, you can’t, not with the tensed look he is flashing you. Is he able to read the air and notice you are pondering really hard?

“Something on your mind, darling?” He asks, genuinely curious, but when you take longer than usual to respond his expression turns into one of worry. Still, he is so sweet and just assumes you might have a little difficulty with telling him what’s bothering you so he gives you the time.

But his icy eyes and the awkward silence consume you so much that you sigh and just stare at him for a little longer. You need to figure how you’re gonna word all that and it’s okay, he doesn’t mind it although it’s eating at him.

“There is something I should tell you.” You finally utter whilst holding back your breath for the big announcement you’re about to make. However, he mistakes your enthusiasm and excitement for worry and anxiety.

“Come on, tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it. Anything it is, just say it and it’s done. ” He insists and lifts himself from the chair just to cut the corner of the desk so he can kneel before you to bring a sense of comfort within you. He even holds your hand and stares deeply into your eyes and dear god, the tint of wonder mixed with concern in his eyes is killing you.

You gulp and take a big breath before unleashing the news. “You know… remember when I told you back then that you’d make a great father? When you took care of that lost child?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He doesn’t catch the hint but only because his priority is your current mental wellbeing that he has to ensure is fine.

“What if I told you that you WILL be a great father?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you give him the brightest, the most radiant smile that he has ever laid his eyes on, and even with that he can’t figure what you’re referencing.

He remains unresponsive for a second and soon enough, the digits begin to add up. He is going to be… a father?? Is that what you meant??? He has to make sure he’s not getting the wrong idea.

“y/n.” He murmurs, sounding all soft and quiet while his eyebrows raise. His eyes begin traversing your whole face and it’s looking a bit more intense than he probably intended.

“Wrio.” You repeat after him, just waiting for him to say it himself.

“Am I going to be one?” Those words barely slip his throat, they sound almost stuttered, as if he was holding back tears perhaps? His heart races the more he processes this possible information.

you don’t give him a straight answer but lower your head to your belly and place gentle rubs against the lower of your stomach, occasionally flashing him glimpses of your eyes.

His eyes follow your motions and he is utterly unable to take his eyes off you. He allows for the silence to settle once more and instead firmly places his wide hand against yours so he could feel your touch, and where the baby will be. You notice a gentle smile paint his face, and with each second it seems to be widening more and more.

That’s your favorite side of him to see and it’s fine, he doesn’t need to say anything more, his gesture is just enough to show you how content he is right now.

However, as soon as both your eyes lock back onto each other, he leans in to melt a kiss against your partly open lips. Now that he’s much closer, you can hear his heavy breathing growing steadied. Then, you feel his hand slowly creep closer to your lower back and within a few seconds, he begins pushing you closer toward him. His other hand finds your thighs as a resting spot. His fingers tug at your skin but different than usual, it’s rather a gentle grip that still pushes you to make some noises that are music to his ears.

Shortly after, he parts away from you. “God, the way you’ll look so stunning.” He mouths softly and immediately eyes your belly again.

He can’t lie to himself but feel a little worried about how he’ll handle a child. Not that it’ll be a hard thing to do, but… will he be a good one? Will he be up to his own standards and be the father he never had but yearned so deeply for? Will he take good care of you? Is he worthy of such a blessing in his life? And most importantly, will you still consider him worthy of being a father afterwards? You know, definitely not because he wants more than one child.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cream] 1/2

Jimin and Yoongi share one major problem when it comes to you and Jungkook- they're not hybrids, which means there's things in life they can never fully understand. But that's what you've got each other now for. And he can't wait to get a taste.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, just hybrid things (scenting, grooming, biting, licking, scruffing, and more), hurt & comfort, heat, manhandling, smut, Dom!brat tamer!Kook, sub!brat!reader, Fluff, SFW in this but smut in the next, some Angst, hints at (sexual) abuse, MCs past somewhat revealed, lots of comfort though

Length: ~4.3k words

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Jungkook has to laugh a little as he watches you emerge from your room to presumably check out the smell of the soup, all bundled up in a giant burrito of blankets, tail barely poking out from the bottom between your legs.

The dog hybrid had managed to give you some fever medication, a soft laugh having escaped him as he realized that almost all the medication for you is more so branded towards kittens than actual adult feline hybrids- something Jimin explained was the only way you'd take any of it.

You're so terribly spoiled- but Jungkook can't blame him for doing so.

"M'sorry.." You slur, simply leaning your body against his, face buried in his chest as you rub your forehead against his clothes. "you were probably really.. excited.." You mumble, and he chuckles, a hand on your back- or more so all the blankets wrapped around you.

"Don't apologize." he reassures you, stirring the pot with soup on the stove before he turns off the heat. "I'm more worried about you than anything else. And I told you we wouldn't have to do anything anyways, so no issues there at all." He jokes, though you just stay in your position stubbornly.

Jungkook can really just assume what's happening to you- his internet research and general knowledge from his job offering him a few pieces to the puzzle here and there. It's clear that it's some sort of trauma response- but Jimin had told him that there's nothing documented that would explain why you sometimes fall into such a state during your heat, while other times, you'd be fine. Something Jungkook had found could be that your mind simply 'locked' any memory of something happening- making your body remember, but not your mind. It happens in some hybrids who'd suffered traumatic events in their pasts- and from the looks of it all, that might just be what's going on with you.

All Jungkook really wants however, is to make sure you're alright. He doesn't need to know your past- only your future matters, and he wants to paint it in colors nowhere near as sad as you sometimes look.

"Jungkook.?" You ask suddenly, voice muffled into the fabric of his sweater, and he hums, moving his hands to hold your face in his palms so you can look at him- which you don't do, averting your eyes from him. "Will you.. stay with me?" You ask, and before he can answer, you add on; "..even though I'm me?"

For a moment, he can only hear the clock in the kitchen ticking, his entire body frozen in place as he realizes what you're really asking him.

So he was right all along.

You're scared of being left alone, and he knew this already-

but he might've just figured out what happened to you in the past to cause your body to shut down every time you hit your heat.

Abandonment. Someone had just left you during you most vulnerable time.

"I'll stay with you forever if you want me to." He says, teasingly squishing your cheeks a little, making you pout at him with a playful glare. "No matter if you're sick, or if you're annoying, or if you're angry, or sad-" He rants, tail wagging when you start to smile. "-so stop worrying, and let me be your guard dog." He jokes, making you laugh, before you cough a little.

"You're an idiot!" You laugh, before he lifts you up, blankets and all, to sit you down on one of the kitchen chairs-

boldly pecking your cheek.

"Well, I'm your idiot now."

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"I'm going over-" Jimin suddenly says, Yoongi however reaching out to grab his wrist and hold him back.

"Park Jimin, my hybrid is currently busy spoon-feeding soup to your blanket burrito over there, she's fine." He sighs, before nodding over to the window, where Jimin can actually in fact see your legs happily kicking around on the chair, while Jungkook feeds you, most likely because you refuse to untangle yourself from the blanket. "Jimin, I have been wondering something. And I want you to be honest." He says, as the younger human sits back down. "Do you love her? Romantically?" He asks, and it's quiet for a moment, before Jimin shakes his head.

"When I brought her home, she refused to do anything for days." Jimin explains. "No eating, no drinking, no talking- she was like a wild animal rather than a mostly human being." he remembers, looking at the tabletop. "No one knows what actually went down in that home, since she doesn't remember, and the other two hybrids she was living with had been completely shut down last time I saw them." He recalls, and Yoongi listens intently. "As far as I know, she's the only one who ever recovered to a point where she's considered independent again."

"And now you keep seeing her back in that state, and it scares you so much you rather avoid any negative situation so she doesn't fall back." Yoongi finishes.

"At first, I was walking on eggshells around her." Jimin runs a hand over his face. "One step forward, two steps back. It was a constant push and pull." He explains. "One day she'd make amazing progress, and then the next she'd be back at square one just because I accidentally did something that would set her off. It was.. frustrating, as bad as it sounds."

"It's not a bad thing to admit that it was tough." Yoongi reassures. "It doesn't mean you demean her just by saying that she was a challenge. I can't imagine how hard it must've been to work through all of it on your own."

"I knew that at some point, she was using things to her advantage. She was using me-" He sighs, "-and I let her. Because I knew that she didn't do it because she was a bad person."

"She was just in survival mode." The older human agrees, and Jimin nods with glossy eyes, feeling relieved that his partner seems to understand.

"And at some point, it just became.. okay. I felt content being her punching bag if it meant she was getting better. So I let her bite, and scratch, and yell. It was fine." He nods to himself. "And then.. she changed. Became so soft." the younger human almost whispers. "I don't- you might not really believe it, but she can be so sweet. Once you push past all her nasty walls and all that acting tough, she's an angel. She really is."

"I mean, I've seen glimpses of it, here and there. So I believe you." Yoongi chuckles. "And I think I understand your feelings towards her too. You're.. similar to me and Jungkook, I guess." He shrugs. "It's more of a.. caretaker situation. I feel responsible, in a way, since I practically raised him through his teenage years. Every flaw he now has somewhat falls back onto me." He laughs to himself. "I love him. Not intimately, or romantically- just.."

"Just love." Jimin says, nodding. "Nothing else. Just pure affection."

"Exactly." Yoongi nods.

And for a moment, both of them just look at each other-

enjoying the feeling of knowing that finally, someone else seems to understand.

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Due to his job, Jungkook has become pretty good at recognizing behaviors and adjusting his own accordingly. And he realizes quickly that your body and your mind are terribly disconnected in one way or another- making it a bit tough to figure out how to place his steps to make you feel comfortable.

Your mind is clearly content, happy and relaxed around him. You're purring against his chest right now, belly filled with warm soup and fever slowly coming down little by little, giving you finally a chance at proper rest. Your body, however, is still on high alert- ears constantly moving, tail never staying still, muscles tense in case you need to escape from whatever might happen.

He's basically forced to work with two sides of you at the same time- and upsetting one, could send the other into a panic at any time, due to your heat.

But he's got an ace up his sleeve- he's just as much of a hybrid as you are. And he noticed some things that work very well on you already.

You've currently started to roll around next to him on the bed- uncaring if your blankets or pillows fall down. It's clear that you're starting to become comfortable again, to the point of your heat actually making you interested again. And it also brings out your personality once more- as you playfully bite after him whenever he tries to touch you. You clearly initiate every contact first- from bumping your head into his body, to actually laying over him and holding onto his arms. But the moment he moves towards you, you bite, kick, or push at him again- and he knows that it's your instincts kicking in.

Jungkook has had sex before. He's not innocent in the slightest, and yet, he's sure that once you're ready for that with him, you'll be able to give him something he's been missing in every experience he's had before;

something wild, and untamed.

"Stop biting me you gremlin." Jungkook laughs while he watches you dig your teeth into the skin of his forearm that you hold onto- though you're not breaking skin whatsoever. It's just a play-bite, and neither is he mad about it. "You wanna get up and eat something?" He asks, and you finally let go, roll onto your back, and huff.

"No." You whine. "But I'm hungry." You complain further, and he chuckles.

"So what is it then?" He wonders, and your tail smacks loudly onto the bed.

"I wanna eat!" You complain, arms crossed. "But here!" You say, and he shakes his head.

"You're not eating in bed." He denies. "Once your heat breaks through you'll spend enough time here." He tells you, and at that, you begin to squirm a bit uncomfortably. He's noticed it some time ago already, can only really assume the contents of your most recent dream you had while sleeping next to him-

he somehow hopes he was a part of it. Maybe even the main part of it.

He can sense that you're slowly breaking out of your fever, but you're not yet there- there's still a certain sense of distrust you seem to have, and he fully understands and respects that. After all, considering this will be your first heat and first sexual experience, there has to be some sort of anxiety within you. He can only imagine how intimidating everything must be to you.

"How do you feel?" He asks, carefully reaching out to run a hand over your naked shoulder- an action you now let happen, no longer in a playful mood than before. "Hm?" He asks when you just cringe and whine, slowly sitting up.

"Dunno.." You mumble. "Don't wanna.. do stuff yet though. Sorry." You say, when he moves around on the bed, now sitting on his heels in front of you, hands on your cheeks.

"I'm not here just to take advantage of you, or have my fun with your body." He explains to you in a serious manner. "I'm not here just to have sex with you and satisfy myself." He says. "I'm here because I want to take care of you, and because I want to help you."

"Yeah and like, help is gonna-" You start, but he shakes his head.

"Help is gonna be what it's gonna be. Even if you don't want any help in that department at all, I'll still stay if you want me to." He shrugs.

"I want that." You say, grabbing and holding onto his sweater, pulling it towards you. "You gotta stay. Or I'll get sad." You tell him, flopping down into your side on the bed, and he grins, leaning down towards you.

"And we don't want you being sad, right?" He hums lowly, making you nod softly, almost shy.

"If I get sad I won't let you see me naked." You boldly tell him, and he laughs, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Oh no, I better keep you happy then!" He dramatically exclaims, laying down next to you. "What does a poor dog gotta do to make the princess smile?" He wonders dramatically, and you grin playfully, rolling onto your back.

"He'd carry her to the kitchen and feed her." You sing, tail curling impishly around. "And then he'd probably have to cuddle her, and make sure she's never lonely." You explain.

He nods. "I think I can do that." He suddenly says, before he gets up to throw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You complain, and he laughs, testing the waters by playfully hitting your butt once as he walks out the door towards the kitchen.

"You wanted to be carried." He shrugs, laughing when he notices you suddenly becoming shy. "You never said how."

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"I lied." You suddenly say as Jungkook is back in bed with you, having you laid over his lap while he pets your ears. "I had sex before. Well-... kinda." You mumble, and his touch never stops.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks casually, careful not to make you nervous. "It's fine if you don't want to."

"No, It's just-" you huff, visibly riled up by the topic. "I don't remember it well. Like, it's like a dream that you know you had but you forgot most of the details. I know I was bad, and I know it wasn't good. I remember that I was alone after, and that I was in the bathroom- I know that I slept in the bathtub, back at my old home, but I don't remember why. I just.. woke up there." You shrug, and Jungkook nods.

So it really is how he thought. Your mind has locked certain memories away to protect you- however, the trauma responses are still there, instincts unable to forget that easily.

"I guess that's why my heat is sometimes like that. I don't know.." you mumble. "..I don't know how to deal with this stuff. I'm not sure what you do and what you don't do during your heat.." you look someplace distant. "I'm broken. And I don't know how to fix me." You sigh.

"You're not broken at all." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're you. And I like you."

"You say that to get into my pants." You roll your eyes, and he laughs.

"I'm saying that because it's true. I don't want anything from you that you're not willing to give me." He shrugs.

"Then what if I don't want to have sex with you?" You ask, rolling onto your back to look at him. "What if I don't want you to touch me? Or if I'm mean? Or-"

"That won't change the fact that I like you." He says, shutting you up. You're so used to people only doing things so they can get something out of it for themselves, that Jungkook's words have become alien to you. He's just like Jimin, back then.

Intimidating, because his friendliness is just way too suspicious. But for now, you just go to sleep- taking a nap close to him, to maybe relax and sort out yourself and your situation for once.

Maybe.

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You're suddenly huffy yet again, hiding away from Jungkook underneath the blankets, and no amount of treats or praise seems to be able able to get you out from underneath them. He tries it all for a good while- offering your favorite foods, promising cuddles, even getting Jimin for you- but you refuse to come out and face him any longer.

He's not sure what happened after your little talk, but he's determined to find out.

"You can leave now!" You hiss underneath the heavy blanket, and he sighs, sitting cross-legged on the bed instead, not moving an inch. You're stubborn- but he's got the better patience of you both, so he decides to just wait it out for now, instead of getting you out underneath. He'd risk setting you off again- and he's not sure if he could handle the guilt of being the one to cause you distress. "Go away!" You yell again, but to no avail. He's not moving.

"Not until you tell me why." He responds to you calmly, and suddenly, your face pokes out the blanket, eyes red from crying, face clearly angry.

"I'm not in heat anymore, you can go now..!" You huff, and he tilts his head a bit confused, unsure what you're talking about.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and you just hide underneath the blanket again.

"I don't know, I'm just not anymore, so you can fuck off!" You growl, pulling the edges of the blanket close.

Jungkook thinks for a good moment. Maybe you're confused? You clearly still smell like you're in heat- more than ever, in fact, but your mind is pretty obviously not anymore, which doesn't make sense. And even if you weren't anymore, why do you suddenly seem to hate his presence?

"Do you think I only wanted you.. because you're in heat?" Jungkook wonders, tests the waters, and your silence tells him everything. He sighs loudly, and pulls on the blanket, easily overpowering you and taking away your hiding spot. And just as you try and get away, he pins you down instead by your wrists, leaning over you to look at you closely. "I want you when you're not in heat too. I want you whenever you want me." He tells you, and you look at him with wide open eyes.

"Why?" You ask.

"I don't think any explanation would really convince you." Jungkook says, looking at you. "Because you don't seem to understand that.. love and affection, that doesn't need anything else. Actual love isn't a giving and taking. It's not a transaction. You don't decide to love someone." He shrugs, before his hold on your hands loosens, arms rather wrapping around you to pick you up and hold your body against his, hugging you with his face in your shoulder. "Let me love you." He hums against your skin, and you don't know what to do for a good while.

He's right.

Love always comes with some responsibility for you- or at least it did, in the past. If someone loves you, you're obligated to return it in some way- you have to pay it back, somehow, no matter if it's not what you want, or if you don't love that person at all. Love always has some sort of hidden meaning. There's always a compensation wanted.

But Jungkook is like Jimin. He doesn't want anything from you- so what are you supposed to give?

Because compared to everyone who 'loved' you in the past, you actually want to pay him back. You want to return it. You want to be loved. But he doesn't want anything from you in return. What do you do now?

"What do you want from me?" You almost whisper, unsure. "I want to.. I don't know what to give you." You whimper, body shaking a little.

"I don't need anything from you." He chuckles, holding you a bit closer.

"You have to want something!" You call out in frustration. "I don't know what to give you in return- I wanna-.. I need to give you something, anything.." You stutter, and he realizes what you need.

"How about your love then?" He wonders, leaning back a little to look at you. "Please love me." He asks, a smile on his lips and tail happily wagging.

And for once in your life, never has a request been so easy to fulfill.

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'I'm not in heat anymore', is what you've said. In reality, you very much still are- and Jungkook realizes as you lift your behind up next to him with red cheeks, face hidden in the pillows in embarrassment, that you finally broke through. So if anything, you've never been so deeply in heat than right now.

You trust him enough to let yourself go, and leave your body in his care- instincts taking over as you whine in complaint next to him on the bed.

Before you went to sleep a few hours prior, he'd had a very in-depth talk about what's allowed to happen in this situation. How far he's allowed to go, what you think you'll enjoy and what you absolutely do not want, no matter how much your fogged up brain will ask for it. So he's empowered by a certain sense of confidence in his actions- and he's also more than excited to help you.

After all, you're his partner from now on. You're his princess- and he can't wait to mark you up as such, too.

He turns onto his side to watch you, as you slowly move around to roll on the bed and get your scent everywhere- dark spot on your underwear giving him an idea of the predicament you're in, inside of your legs already glistening with your slick, probably having started during your nap earlier. He can also see the underside of the base of your tail wet from having been pulled between your thighs in a pitiful attempt to somehow provide any sort of relief- which didn't work. And even your hand, which travels shamelessly underneath the fabric of your underwear, doesn't seem to help you at all.

The moment your eyes lock, he waits. He knows what you want, but he refuses to act on anything that's not your clear words. You're in heat, after all- not mute.

"Jungkook..!" You whine, rolling around once more before you kick after his legs- though he catches your ankle, holds it with a stern but playful look. You whine again, no words coming from you, as you try and pull your leg away.

"Words." He simply states, letting go of you before he moves one arm to rest behind his head, lazily watching you. "I can't read your mind." He shrugs.

"You can!" You hiss, sitting up. "You know!" You argue, and he's got the audacity to laugh at you. "Do something!"

"How about you beg a little and I think about it?" He teases, and he can see in seconds how your cheeks turn red.

"You're evil!" You hiss.

"And you're being a brat right now." He shrugs, looking at you, now sat up to glare at him. "Just a pretty little 'please' and I'll do whatever you'd like me to." He almost sings, very much aware that he's riling you up right now. He's studied you enough to know how far he can go. He'd never intentionally make you feel bad- especially not in a situation like this. But he also wants to have a little fun with you- you're just too easy to tease.

And so fun, too.

"Please~ do something then!" You huff, flopping onto your back, making him laugh- before he moves his arms, opening them, inviting you silently. He's not even gonna move for you- you have to come to him instead.

And so you do just that-

Giving yourself to him in a final display of trust.

And he's gonna make sure you'll know it's not being misplaced with him.

[merakiui]

Not a request, I just wanted to share this idea with you cuz I feel you'd appreciate it.

Tweels(disguised, of course) kidnap you and Azul and lock you both in a room and because he's their friend(and they know they can get away with it), pump him full of aphrodisiacs and let him loose on you.

Azul looking Soo cute trying to fight the hormones (is he in on it? Idk, didn't think that far) and he looks like he's suffering.

:O anon......... ANON. This is so yummy waaaaaa. orz the eels are always meddling in his business. Good. >:D they're doing him a favor.

I hope it's okay to add an omegaverse layer to this concept because can you imagine the tweels hiding Azul's rut modulators and your heat suppressants in an effort to bring the two of you closer together!!!!! Locking the both of you in one of the Octavinelle storage rooms and Azul's near-feral because he's got one of your shirts tied around his eyes and nose. Maybe he's even tied to the post,,,,, collared tako who is going so crazy because the rut is especially rough this time around. And it doesn't help that he can smell you everywhere and you're so obviously on the cusp of your heat, too. His canines are so elongated and his pupils are blown so wide. The most debilitating horny grip of all time!! He has to bite you and claim you and breed you!!!! No more logical, sweet Azul. </3 this is just an Azul brought to a primal level.

Trying to approach him with caution, but at the same time you're keeping your distance because he seems so dangerous even though he tries to keep up a gentle façade for you. >_< and his pheromones are so strong....... so much that it probably forces you to go into heat and now you're even more of a temptation for him. The chain is just long enough for Azul to touch your hand if you were within a certain distance, and you make the mistake of straying too close........ oops hehe.

The two of you fuck raw and nasty like animals!!!!!! No thoughts, heads effectively empty. Biological imperative grabs hold and even though the future you will regret it you're babbling through your cries about how you need him to bite you, to knot you, to do it inside. Azul's never known true inner peace, but he's certain this is something very close to it when he sinks his teeth into your neck and knots you.

The eels are in for quite the scolding when he gets his hands on them. How dare their meddling almost make him feral!!!!! Although it did help considerably in finally making you his, so maybe it's not entirely terrible. <3 it's hours later when they poke their heads inside the room to find you and Azul curled against one another, purring so contentedly. A very happy ending.

[hikkikoaubrey]

Please read, don't scroll pass this.

Hello, in this post I mainly wanted to talk about KOSA, as well as the "banning TikTok" bill that has also been a big problem lately. Now I know this is mainly an American issue but in the long run if these bills get passed it could lead to other places, and even then, it will ultimately effect America for the worse.

These bills aim to censor people and suppressing their freedom of speech. Literally going against first amendment of the US constitution (which is about freedom of speech)

Here are some links that will probably explain things better than I ever could, please look into them, and of course do your own research on this. (also KOSA and the TikTok bill are not the same thing) If nothing is done this could end up changing the internet for the worse.

(20) ˋˏ🍉 jessie/jes. ⁴ ⁵⁵ 🏎️ˎˊ on X: "A 🧵of resources for you to learn and start taking action against KOSA (a trojan horse for internet censorship): https://t.co/UfSIzz5nrD" / X (twitter.com)

https://x.com/T_H_E_B_I_T_E/status/1767935486926979327?s=20

https://x.com/SoftSuperstar/status/1768404026293420072?s=20

(20) Isa Baguette 🥖🍉 on X: "America is LITERALLY becoming a facist state before our eyes and some people STILL seem to think democrats, or republicans, will fix it. There NEEDS to be a MAJOR change to the way our government works and functions, because this is NOT it." / X (twitter.com)

https://x.com/_bilaire/status/1768067681687654471?s=20

(20) MaceAhWindu 🇵🇸 on X: "The fact that they won’t try and pass an actual American data privacy bill that protects user data and instead tries to ban the apps that aren’t based in America is proof that this banning TikTok thing has never actually been about protecting citizens." / X (twitter.com)

(20) courtney 🇵🇸 on X: "we’re watching blatant censorship bc these old farts are scared & y’all are not concerned enough for my liking 😭" / X (twitter.com)

(20) Mothball on X: "Btw the TikTok ban bill passed this morning, but only in the house, We will have a chance to fight against it in the Senate. I will make a thread on it in the near future. The TikTok Ban is a different bill from KOSA." / X (twitter.com)

Might add more to this post tommarow, and will make a post about project 2025 sometime soon

[eyebagshawty]

Is It Really You? (Part 1)

Pairing: Astarion x Spawn!Reader

Summary: While Astarion is roaming the streets for Cazador's next meal, he stumbles upon someone crying near the edge of the lower city. Turns out, you wouldn't be a worthy victim, and you're a lot closer to him than you may imagine.

Song Inspo: Is It Really You? By Loathe

Warnings: Canon-typical violence/cruelty, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, NSFW (18+ ONLY), Cazador is his own warning

Other Tags: Slow burn, eventual smut, fem!Reader, soulmates

A/N: Hello! I wanted to make a self indulgent first installment to this playlist event I’ve got linked below. This will probably be more than 2 parts. I'd love to create a tag list if folks are interested, but alas I do not know how. If you would like to be tagged in future updates, please comment below or message me and I'll make sure to add you.

Part 2 Part 3

Your dagger sliced through the belly of a dead sheep, your hands immediately moving to inspect the entrails. While magic in Faerûn was quite advanced, nobody had succeeded in finding out how to perfectly see the future. This meant that most had to resort to unusual forms of divination, such as haruspicy. This involved the sacrifice of an animal, inspecting the entrails, and speaking to the god that blessed one with this ‘talent’.

Your thumb rolled over the small intestine, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull. “Well girl, what do you see? Say it,” Cazador hissed, his nails digging into the sides of your throat. The dark lady, Shar, whispered into your thoughts.

“Lady Jannath will agree to your request to meet, you will acquire 6 spawn,” you mumbled, your mouth dry and lips trembling. Your head reeled as your eyes rolled back into place, your vision a little blurred as you got your bearings. You were so hungry, but you knew the vision wasn’t good enough to acquire more than a rat.

“And what of the deal?” His nails clenched harder, just breaking the skin of your neck. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, fear nestling into the depths of your stomach.

“The dark lady knows nothing of the deal. The shadows were too great to understand if you would gain control over the area. All she told me is that you will keep the power you have now at least, my lord.” You choked out. With the grasp he had on your neck, he threw your head into the sacrificial table in front of you. You crumbled to the ground, hands immediately covering your head in defense. “Please my lord, I am hungry. It is all she allowed me to see I beg of you.” He tugged you by your hair onto your knees and bent down so that both of you were eye level with one another. You felt the all too familiar intrusion of your mind, your every vulnerable thought being exposed to him. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him; his thumb traced the ridge and squeezed it when he had pried all available information from you.

“I see you do not lie. Leave and fetch another animal, something larger. We will do this again, and you will tell me how this deal ends. Once you do, you will be fed.” You stood, and were roughly pushed to the door, feet tripping over each other as you grasped the door frame for support. “Now! Leave. My. Sight,” he hissed, the door slamming closed behind you as you stumbled through the darkness of the castle halls.

Astarion kicked a pebble with his shoe, slowly walking through the quiet streets of the lower city. His goal for tonight was the Elfsong, maybe a lonely human down on their luck and 5 drinks deep. His skin crawled at the thought, disgust with himself, with Cazador, worming it’s way through his veins.

He let his mind drift, thinking about the past 200 years — he at least thought it was around 200 years, but he had honestly lost count around year 5. He was nowhere near the Elfsong, instead walking near the edge of the city near the woods. Cazador surely can’t punish me more if I get his meal back to him an hour late, he thought. His feet stopped in place as he heard sniffling and stifled sobs nearby. He snuck closer, peering around the stone wall of a house, and he saw her.

His heart lurched, feeling a strange pull towards her; he wanted to see her face, maybe comfort her. His nose scrunched up and he averted his gaze. He shouldn’t be doing this, he needed to stick to the plan lest he end up with Godey for a fortnight. He looked back to her to see her looking straight at him, eyes the same color of red as his with her fangs peeking through in her shocked expression.

Warmth flooded his body as he stared at her. He had heard about true vampire mates from Dalyria whenever she gabbed on and on as he tried to fall into a trance. Could she be his? No, she can’t be. You’re just a spawn. This couldn’t possibly happen to you, you imbecile. He shook his head free from all thought and walked over to the bench she sat on. “Is this seat taken?”

If you had the blood to blush, you’re sure your face would be beet red. You’d never seen another spawn while out in the city, nevertheless the castle. Cazador only ever allowed you to interact with Leon, the longest favored spawn waiting hand and foot on his ‘cherished’ haruspex. You looked up into his eyes, the same wine red color, and you felt warmth flood through your cold skin and a tug at your unbeating heart. You nodded and patted the space next to you.

He sat with very little distance next to you, and glanced down at the wolf below you. He looked over your features more and noticed the fresh scratches and dirt covering your form. “Forgive me for asking… but were you fighting a wolf?” You let out a defeated chuckle.

“I’m the haruspex for our lordship. The vision Shar granted me tonight wasn’t to his liking so he sent me searching for a better, more sentient animal,” you looked down to the cobblestones below you, sighing weakly, “I’m not sure the vision will change. I can’t control what she tells me, which probably means no food for a month until his next request.”

Astarion placed a hand on your shoulder, scowling at the same ground. A shock raced through both of your bodies at the contact, jumping lightly. “You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry,” as he spoke, a thought entered his mind. “How come I’ve never seen you before? Surely I would have recognized your face you’re…” he trailed off. Your head tilted in question, waiting for him to continue. “Beautiful.”

You smiled at his quiet admission, looking over to his stark white curls, his pointed ears, his gaunt but perfectly sharp cheekbones. “He keeps me next to his personal quarters. I’ve never been allowed to see another spawn except for Leon, who oversees my practices and brings me the occasional rat— or cat if I’m lucky. We’ve become quite close. Well, as close as we can be with Godey’s supervision.” You heard a light growl at that. “I don’t love him of course, I’ve kind of lost any hope for that kind of relationship since I was turned,” you quickly assured, not wanting Astarion to get the wrong idea. You’d only just met him, you didn’t even know his name, but you felt deep down that you wanted to please him. “I also think you’re quite beautiful,” you whispered, looking to the sky in shy embarrassment.

Astarion didn’t understand why his stomach filled with rage when you spoke of being close to Leon. He wanted you to be close with him. He wanted to learn everything about you; what you loved, what you hated, who you were before this new life. He slid his palm from your shoulder to your hand, stroking your thumb gently as you looked back to him. “What’s your name?” He asked, already knowing it would be the most beautiful word to flutter from his lips.

You gave your name to him, your eyelids becoming hooded as you slowly leaned closer to him. He smiled and fully intwined your fingers.

“Astarion.” His lips met yours, and the tugging at your heart strained even more, an inseparable bond being created. You reached your free hand to his curls, pushing one behind his ear. As your finger stroked across the shell of his ear he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

He knew that you were his; his true mate.

He nipped softly at your lips and pulled away reluctantly. You both stared at each other with eyes full of adoration and soft, tender love in the mix. You smiled and cupped his cheek, eyes never leaving his. “Tell me about yourself, Astarion.”

He looked off to the side. “Hmm… well. Before all of this, I was a magistrate. There’s not much I remember except for that,” he sighed softly and you stroked his cheek with your thumb, encouraging him to continue. “I was attacked in an alleyway, beaten within an inch of my life. Cazador found me, offered help and more, and I took it. Now I’m here, I’ve been here for quite a while. 200 years perhaps. Seducing, silencing, and bringing back unaware victims for Cazador to consume. It’s monstrous,” he snarled.

“I don’t think you’re a monster,” you mumbled, searching his eyes which softened before you. “I think you’re just trying to get by. Same as me, same as Leon, same as all of the others. I think people often forget that spawn are victims to him just as anybody else. Sure, the longer end of the stick, but we’re all grasping at the same one.” He leaned into your hand, nuzzling your palm with his cheek.

“My dear, you might be the only one who sees that. But nevertheless, thank you. Now, enough about me. Tell me about yourself,” he gently smiled, rubbing your lower back with the hand wrapped around your waist.

“Well I don’t remember much of my family, but I remember my mother. Not her face, or anything specific, but how she made me feel. She made me feel so loved, supported. I cried a lot after I was turned. Because all I felt was this loss for her,” you sniffled a bit mentioning her, and Astarion squeezed your waist in a comforting gesture. “He must have loved me in his own fucked up way, because the next day I was bathed, dressed, and taken to a mother superior of Shar to learn haruspicy. It’s been about 350 years since that day, but I remember it like it was just this morning.”

He quirked his brow and the corners of his mouth turned downward. His concern flooded through your chest. “What do you mean by ‘loved’?” You filled with shame and broke eye contact with him. You maneuvered his arms from around you and stood, worry flashing across Astarion’s face. You motioned him over to undo the laces of your simple blood red gown. “If you also have one of his poems I wouldn’t be sur-“ his breath hitched as he took in the state of your back.

Near every inch of skin was marked by Cazador, each bite mark, bruise, and scratch in various stages of healing. “I don’t know if I would call it true love, he’s completely insane about me speaking to anyone. That’s why I can only talk to Leon, someone he knows wouldn’t turn their back on him. He’s tried to… be with me a couple of times. Each time I turn him down it’s a week in the dungeon.”

The emotional pain radiated off of you into Astarion’s heart. He could feel the pain of his mate, how she had been used. He brought her to his chest and wrapped a protective arm around her back, the pain being replaced with pure hate. “I want to get you away from him. I don’t want him to touch you ever again,” he growled. He buried his face in your hair and kissed your head. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. As long as you’ll have me.” He nuzzled the spot that he kissed.

You looked up into his love filled eyes timidly. “Astarion, I want that too, but I truly don’t know you very well. I don’t know why I feel so strongly for you, like I was made for you, but strangely I’m falling for you. I want to see where this goes first. And I don’t think Cazador will ever give up on finding me if I’m gone.”

He kissed your neck again and rubbed your sides. “You should ask Leon about true mates, without Godey if you can,” he mumbled as he looked to the sky. The blackness of the night had faded to a dark blue. He needed you to get back to the palace safely; the sun would rise soon. “Darling, we must go.”

Your head popped up, gasping at the lightness of the night sky. You let him take you back to the palace, frantically running away from the early morning Baldurian sun, the dead wolf cradled in your other arm. You were now a block away from the palace. Astarion took your wrist and nipped it. Your heart lurched in its place from the bond and you felt it might snap in two from how tight it had gotten. “Astarion… when will I see you again?” You looked frantically to the castle and then back to him, your worries being calmed ever so slightly by seeing him before you.

“Whenever the time is right, make sure Shar obscures one of your visions. I hunt for him every night. I will wait at the Elfsong tavern every night to see you again my love.” He kissed you fervently, lips moving affectionately with yours. He squeezed your hand and let it go. “Now go on darling, I would never forgive myself if you got punished for being out too late.” You walked backwards toward the palace, only breaking eye contact with your mate when you looked up to the window, clutching the wolf’s body tighter to your chest as you saw Cazador looking down to you in the courtyard from a tall window in his quarters. Astarion was just out of eye view from him and mouthed, “I’ll be right behind you, my sweet.” He was less scared of the punishment he would be receiving later, as he finally had something — someone — that was his.

[routeless-writer]

hello, i hope your day is going well! i'd like to request some cuddles with lilia and any other characters you'd like to add. just simple cuddles, maybe some playful moments, pure fluff, if that's okay!

Oh what I wouldn't give to pull Lilia into a several hour long cuddle sesh. Sevens know that poor man needs it, with how busy he is and how much he's gone through. I'm more than happy to give you some fluffy headcanons with the bat hubby, hun, and I hope your day/night is also going well! I stuck with just Lilsy for time's sake, but I'd be happy to do this with any of the others in the future.

MC pronouns: none, GN/implied they/them

CW: reader having hair mention, Lilia liking to spook the reader awake (just a little)

Listening to: Galactic Bloom (Bee and Puppycat OST)

Lilia’s very flexible when it comes to love languages, but physical touch is probably up there near the top of his list

He’s a clingy little fucker, and once he’s comfortable with you, he’ll hang off of you a lot. It’s something he does to everyone he cares about–the kids, his friends, and now you!

He’ll even start to initiate snuggles in public, nuzzling into your side and wrapping his arms around you. He’s quick to pull off when he needs to, though not without a huff or a couple complaints. When y’all get home, on the other hand…

He’s so goddamn domestic. He’s on you like whiskers on a cat and he just will. Not. Let. Go. We’re talking following you to the kitchen, round the house/dorm, and back while his face is pressed up against your back.

The second you sit down he’s jumping on you and shoving his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms and legs around you, and making soft purring noises. (Bats can and will purr btw. I love bats and I love him <3)

He’s down for you to nap while he cuddles you, if you want. As a fae, and a nocturnal one at that, he doesn’t need much sleep, so he’s more than likely awake while you cuddle. If you’re also awake, he may poke you or boop your nose. 

He likes to talk while you chill, but if you’re not in much of a talking mood and just want to be in his presence, he’ll read, dm you memes, or rest his eyes. He may also simply make little clicking or squeak sounds at you as a form of nonverbal interaction. (He’ll do this throughout the day anyways. If you squeak back he’ll fall in love all over again. He also does it across the room/house/dorm to get your attention.)

He looooves running his fingers through your hair or having you touch his. He might give you a few playful kisses or nips at your cheeks, lips, and neck.

If you have to get up, he’ll totally complain about it.

“But darling, you’re so warm. Don’t leave me…”

He’s SUCH a pouty baby about it. Don’t worry, he’ll get his revenge by surprise cuddling you later. Sometimes, if you’re asleep in bed, he’ll hover above you and wake you up while hanging upside down to freak you out, and while you’re distracted, tackle hug you.

And then keep you there for hours, once again. Quite a bit of your relationship is spent on cutesy, domestic things like this. Laying in bed all day on your off days, making meals for him while he’s stuck to you (do NOT let him help), cleaning together, shopping together, reading on opposite sides of the couch and looking up every ten minutes to smile at each other…

He’s a busy guy! As a student, Malleus’ caretaker, and more importantly, the boys’ parent, he’s got a lot on his plate, so he likes to spend as much downtime as he can with you. So, if that means trying to convince you with puppy dog eyes to snuggle up with him for another hour or so, then so be it. <3

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