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"Nick's mother, Sel's mother, mine. How many mothers has the order taken?"

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"Mothers, gone. Mothers, taken. Mothers, lost."

Happy (early) Mother's Day to Faye, Natasia, and Anna with their little ones 💕

The amazing artist: @marf244 thank you so much for making these!!

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can yall act like yall love eachother

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It’s a good number.

A holy number.

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mys!vylad x fem!reader, spending the night together and talking about everything in life ? pretty plz 🙏

𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys vylad x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and your best friend are always able to talk about everything, and you're always able to enjoy each other's silence. isn't it obvious he'd want to spend the rest of his life with you, just like this?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, best friends to more? very obvious mutual pining, vylad is a sweetheart, he loves you hehehehe

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: I LOVE VYLAD I LOVE HIM! also i did nawt proof read this so i'm sorry for any typos guys :c

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

oh, vylad. the youngest sibling of the ro’meave family, overlooked by his father and quietly forgotten by everyone else. he’s said over and over that he doesn’t mind, that the handful of people he holds close to his heart—including you—are enough for him to feel like he’s enough.

and you know he means it. he has always been mature and open about his feelings, even when he was a kid, and you know he had grown even more since then. but despite all the meditation and journaling and talking, those moments when you’re pushed aside like nothing as a kid can stick with you. he handled that internal angst much better than zane, that was for sure.

at least garte had cared enough about him to help finance such a nice place to live. a small and cozy house at the edge of town, private with a backyard leading into the woods. it was so vylad. from the warm interior to the well decorated back porch, which was where you found yourself now, a couple of hours deep in conversation.

“i mean, it’s not like i was necessarily neglected or anything. but sometimes i just felt so… different. and far away.”

his voice is hushed and quiet, keeping the scene serene and light despite the heavy turn of your conversation. one of his arms props up your head, snugly creating a comfortable pillow for your neck as his hand lightly traced shapes into your arm. 

it had been a while since you’d last seen your best friend, and best friend is a label between the two of you that hadn’t questioned or changed for years despite the quite obvious feelings you both shared. that line that led you both to being something more hadn’t yet been crossed, but the lack of space between you as you laid together in his hammock dangerously teetered that line.

it wasn’t because you were scared, you don’t think. no, not with vylad. in fact you’re sure it’s because you were the least bit scared with him. even if you weren’t official, you knew he’d always be there, and you’d be waiting for him. there was something comforting about the slow burn you had with him, because you weren’t all that afraid that you’d lose him.

“i’m at peace with it though. i mean, i was as fine as i could be about it even as a kid and when i made it to high school, but in a way it still kinda hurt. you know?”

you turn your head to him, observing at how soft his side profile looked in the dim lighting of twilight. the sun has just disappeared beyond the tree line and horizon, waking the crickets up for their nightly concert and casting a dim blue light over the sky. the stars hadn’t quite begun to show themselves, but you’re sure the both of you would talk here well until every constellation could be seen hanging above your heads.

“it was emotional neglect, vylad. you had every right to feel upset and left out. even though garroth and zianna treated you with so much love, zane and garte acted like you didn’t even exist. that’s hurtful.”

he’s quiet for a moment. not from anger, or sadness. he’s just thinking, and you give him that time to, comforted by the slow sway of the hammock and his fingers on your skin. when he gathers his thoughts he turns to look at you, your noses nearly brushing against the other.

“yeah, i guess so. but zane is better, and… i think dad has started to care more in his old age. it’s kinda late to really bond with him like he did with garroth and even zane, but… i still want to try.”

you don’t need to say anything, and he doesn’t expect you to either. it’s the smile and the slow nod of encouragement you give him that satisfies him, sending a peaceful quiet over the two of you as he looks back up to the sky.

the quiet between you stretches on until the constant soothing rocking and the warmth of vylad’s body by your side lulls you until your eyelids feel heavy against your face. you don’t realize you’ve nearly completely passed out until vylad nudges you with his hand, his voice muffled in your ears.

“hm?”

“let’s go inside.”

“why?” you draw out the question, stretching your limbs.

“cause you’re falling asleep, silly.” he quietly laughs.

you nearly roll over in the hammock as he gets up, the jostle bringing you to your senses a bit as you catch yourself. warm large hands encase yours, tugging them up and pulling the rest of your body up after. you try to not be completely dead weight with your legs, but end up creating too much momentum, your body crashing into his as you practically fly into him.

“woah!” he laughs, steadying you by your shoulders.

you nod, most definitely awake now as he rests his hand on your back, guiding you back up the stairs through his screened off porch and into his back door.

“wanna watch a movie?” he suggests, pointing you to the couch as he pulls a blanket from the closet.

“sure.” you concede, the soft cushions and throw pillows looking unbelievably inviting.

you plop yourself right down into the seat, and you were not wrong about the comfort of the couch. you practically sink down into the worn in cushions, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as your eyes drift closed again. the blanket is draped over you and you feel the couch dip down next you, the light from the tv flashing behind your eyelids.

“already asleep again?” vylad questions, making you force your eyelids open again, looking over to him.

“sorry, i’m not trying to be lame on you.”

“you could never be lame to me.” he quickly returns, voice hushed and soft.

his eyes are wide, pupils blown as he looks around the features on your face.

“it’s okay,” he continues. “you’re gonna stay over anyways, right? we can talk more in the morning. if you’re tired, then just sleep.”

you can’t help the small smile that forms on your face, the warmth settling into your chest. it’s as if his words were laced with a sleeping agent, your head falling to his shoulder while the faint sound of the show he played turn into white noise in your ears.

your eyes barely crack open again, but this time you don’t find yourself curled up on the couch or squished into the hammock. instead you’re so… comfortable. your limbs stretch into the warm quilt that drapes across you, head sinking down into your pillow.

…your pillow?

eyelids that were heavy just a second before snap open, your eyes drifting around vylad’s bedroom with realization of where you were. your feet meet the cool wooden floor, your arms wrapping around yourself from the cold as you step out into the hall, catching faint noises from the kitchen.

vylad is there, sun shining into his hair from the window and casting a reddish tint in his hair. he’s over the stove, scrambling some eggs and glancing over to the toaster where two slices of bread poke out. there’s a plate with sausage, too, next to butter and what looked like a few different options for jams.

he jumps a little when you sneak up on his side, shooting you a small smile as you pick them up to debate your options.

“of course you have blackberry jam from o’khasis and… tu’la mountain wildberry jam? when’d you get these?”

“you meet some cool people when you go on hike excursions. you should try a little of each of those, they’re really good.”

you hum, setting the glass jars down.

“you moved me to your bed last night?”

“yep,” he nods, leaning his arm into your shoulder. “i slept on the couch, by the way.”

“you didn’t have to do that, i wouldn’t have minded sharing with you.”

“well, it’s fine. my couch is comfortable and i wasn’t gonna wake you up to bother you about it.”

you huff. “i can’t believe i was so tired i didn’t even wake up to you moving me.”

“well i’m glad you got some good sleep.”

you shake your head, leaning into vylad’s side and holding onto his waist for a tight hug. he turns the heat off, sliding the pan of freshly made eggs off the stove burner as he wholeheartedly returns the gesture. his cheek rests against the top of your head, a relaxed sigh leaving his lips.

“thank you for breakfast.”

“of course.” he whispers, voice rustling your bed hair. “i’d make you breakfast every morning, if i could.”

your brain is still too foggy with the early morning, vylad’s warm chest against your ear and the sun shining in against your closed eyelids distracting you from the stutter of both of your heartbeats at his words. maybe when you’ve woken up, and the two of you chat over breakfast, you can gain the courage to ask what he means.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

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ok… the garroth-fancy-dinner fic got me wondering… could u have vylad x reader at a fancy party watching garroth deal with important people and zianna and/or nana trying to get zane to be social and vylad and reader being like “sucks to be them lol”

it doesnt have to be exactly that but i need some stable, chill, us-against-the-world banter LOL

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys vylad x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: being a wallflower isn’t all that bad, especially when you have someone special by your side.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, dry humor, vylad is subtly playful with you all the time and i’ll stand on that characterization, you both irish goodbye the party lol

𝐂𝐖: none. i guess i imply the the reader isn’t super wealthy, but i don’t specify anything

𝐀/𝐍: lowkey i forgot to incorporate more of the others doing their fancy shmancy stuff but i really like the convo they got into soooo yeah!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“You know…” Vylad sighs, leaning back in his chair with a bemused twinkle in his eye. “Sometimes, I kinda appreciate being the wallflower of the family.”

You furrow your brows, tearing your eyes from the other, noisier end of the room, where your boyfriend’s family and friends were playing the proper corporate game. Vylad is watching on, gently swirling his glass of wine (the singular glass probably costs at least ten times more than the bottles you usually get at the grocery store) and smiling almost… smugly?

A second passes before you prompt him to continue. “Oh, yeah?”

He turns to smile at you when he picks up on the sarcasm in your tone, a short chuckle falling from his lips. “Look at them. Do you wanna be in their shoes right now?”

You glance back at the formal scene ahead, watching as Garroth nods at the words of an older looking gentleman, his lips tight and forced into a polite smile. Zane is next to him, silent and poised (likely annoyed the attention is once again on their oldest brother, despite the fact he will most likely be taking over the Ro’Meaves’ company when all is said and done). Nana stares at him, her fingers playing with his sleeve cuff, the sweet girl looking out of her element. She has a concerned look on her face, and you notice her attempting to nudge him, as if encouraging him to join the conversation to no avail so far. Yeah, it definitely doesn’t look fun.

“We just get to relax and sip on some fancy wine while everyone else plays this… game, I guess?” Vylad wraps an arm around your back, squeezing your side once and leaning closer to hide his critical words from the partygoers around you. “I mean, if we’re all so rich and hosting these types of things, why not have a fancy party in a cool part of the world? Who wants to drink wine downtown in some CEO’s house and talk about stocks? At least make it a little interesting.”

You giggle at his rambling to which he gives a cheeky smile in return, and you’re convinced the youthful glow in his eyes may never fade away, no matter how many wrinkles will eventually engrave themselves into his skin. Biting your lip, you can’t resist reaching out and poking his cheek, the soft skin and baby fat that still clung to his cheeks (despite how he’s definitely no longer a teenager) squishing under the pad of your index finger. He wrinkles his nose, but doesn’t shy away, merely shaking his head as his smile widens.

Deciding to entertain his train of thought, you hum. “Well, if you had to plan a fancy party, where would you have it?”

He purses his lips. “There’s plenty of options. The mountains in Scaleswind. Maybe even on an island in Tu’la.”

You laugh. “I’m not sure any of these people would want to take a hike in their Louis Vuittons.”

“Maybe the only ‘guest’ I want at my party is you,’ he says, his voice somehow softening more than the gentleness his natural cadence had. “And I know all the pretty places. We can take this party to several countries and secret spots. Wherever we want.”

The way he says it seems serious, his fingers dancing up and down your waist in a repetitive, soothing motion. It’s like he’s waiting for your reaction, the way his eyes trail up and down your face, watching every twitch of muscle. 

Vylad was a traveler. Is a traveler. In your college days, he left to study abroad in several countries, exploring all sorts of different cultures and seeing all sorts of sights.

You remember his social media posts and feeling a strange mix of melancholy and happiness, mourning that you could only see him maybe once during the holidays, and relieved that the pressures of being a Ro’Meave didn’t seem to weigh him down. It’s a life you’re curious and drawn to, you can’t lie… but you for some reason never imagined yourself traveling next to your free-spirited boyfriend.

When he had returned to visit and settle down at home for a while, you gladly used the opportunity to get closer to him again. But you never really thought once the two of you started dating that he would take you on another one of his long trips. You aren’t like the rich daughters Garte and Zianna tried to matchmake their sons with, and being able to go off wherever you want whenever you want seems like a dream far away. You suppose you just decided to never entertain the idea, sparing yourself from the disappointment.

“Really?” you murmur after a moment, realizing you’d gone quiet.

He takes a swig of his wine, smiling sweetly at his mom from across the room before returning his attention back to you. “Of course.”

It’s a simple answer, leaving you wanting more. He was always so articulate, and never really held back before in telling you his dreams and plans. Yet, as you lean closer for further explanation, he only smiles, his eyes squinting.

Ah, he’s just trying to be cheeky. Though, playing along might be more entertaining than trying to decipher what the businessmen around you were talking about for the fifth time tonight.

“Planning to whisk me away and take me across the world?” you muse.

“Is that something you’d want to do?” he whispers. “With me?”

You don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He grins that cute, boyish smile, his dimples indenting into his cheeks just the way you love as he  lets go of your waist. Before you can pout at the lack of warmth by your side, he quickly interlaces his fingers with yours.

“Want to sneak away and talk about plans, then?”

You blink, giving the room a sweeping glance. “Right now? Won’t they notice?”

Vylad snorts, side eyeing the scene again. Garroth has successfully wriggled himself out of his conversation and fled to Zianna’s side like some sort of safety net, and Zane who seems to have now shockingly commandeered the attention of a few important looking people. Nana’s eyes wander around, seeming content with how Zane is acting now, but she’s very much not a part of the riveting conversation around her. (…Is she even blinking?)

“Absolutely not.” He raises an unimpressed brow.

You shrug. “Fine with me. Sucks to be them, huh?”

He giggles under his breath, nodding as he tugs on your hand, pulling you with him to the exit. “Couldn’t be us. Besides…” He squeezes your hand. “I need to explain to the love of my life how I’ve been saving up traveling expenses for two ever since I got back. Plans need to be made”

“…Since you got back? It’s been years, and we weren’t even dating yet. Do you mean…?”

He smiles, ignoring your questioning stare and silently shutting the front door behind the two of you before speed walking towards the elevator.

“Hello?! Are you gonna answer?”

“Use your context clues, hon!”

“Vylad!”

©starhvney 2024. do not plagiarize, feed to any AI, or repost my works to any sites.

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BETWEEN YOUR EYES

‘If you’re a Jackal, call me a Fox.’

jackal (charles) x oc

In which an elusive assassin finds his match in a barista by day, trained killer by night. They become entangled, playing a game of cat and mouse with an MI6 officer as the clock works against them.

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‘You kill men?’

‘I kill bad men.’

‘Hm.’ She takes note of the corner of his lips. How they turn up into a small smirk. ‘Should I be worried?’

‘...It would be a shame to put a bullet between those eyes.’

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CHAPTERS:

chapter one: one shot, one kill

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i can't get over this stupid fucking animation. i love how comically high the framerate is compared to all of his other animations. blud looks like he's boutta roundhouse kick silver the hedgehog

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I hope they meet each other one day

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kris and susie playing fnaf

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i`ve redrawn his hands... 5 times (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง

also some funkass close-ups cause Tumblr loves to shrink-a-dink the quality

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i forgor how to draw Ragatha but that does not stop me from sketching her in the Portrait de Madame X pose [under da cut]

Maybe ill redraw that sketch into more detailed piece but for a warmup it`ll suffice

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i kissed the brick before i threw it dw

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So, you guys think he still has the car, right?

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This is a PSA. From here on out I write for all women (because I have yet to explore gender neutral writing and I don’t want to accidentally slip up and say something that might make it seem like it’s only woman based)

MEANING. Black, White, Asian, Brown, Hispanic etc.

And if I’m writing about a certain race it will be specified. As a black female it really angers me to see x readers with an obvious target audience that doesn’t include myself, all my life myself and so many other women watched as others were in the spotlight and I rarely saw any representation of myself on screen, let alone ACCURATE. It always has to be stereotyped into the story. Why can’t we be written as an heir to a long line of lawyers or doctors. Why does it always have to be we made it from the trenches and we don’t belong.

Wrote all of that to say. My fics are for ALL women, unless I say otherwise. I just want people to feel more accepted and show that change is happening.

Yes I will be writing WOC for EVERYONE I write for.

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And just when life was looking good, your favorite blonde dies.

— newt, jj maybank.

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I can't trust character ai with my fictional crushes because they make them completely different and always say things that aren't canon

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