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[yaut-jaknowit]

Whirling Seas Lap At Soft Shores

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3132

Summary: After a gruesome battle with Dwainet, We'ar-ow deserves aftercare from her newly crowned mate.

Author Note: I may have put finishing this off on the back burner. I... I didn't want to finish it. I wanted to leave it open. I hate finishing stories. It's a chapter done in my story. But, I pulled myself up by my big girl breeches and completed it. There will be two other side parts to this.

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All the way back to her quarters, not a word was said between the two of you. Your heart drowned out any noises that may have filled the breezeways. Blood dripped from her fingers and lead a path to her front door. It followed inside the quarters. You led her towards her room and guided We’ar-ow into her bathroom.

It was clean and pristine in here. Until she entered. The neon blood created spots on the tiled floor. You motioned with your hands for her to wait there. Curious, the Yautja listened to your command and watched your form trot over to the bath. A small smile gracing her features. You began to fill up the bath, fingers touching the warm water. Once you deemed it the perfect temperature, you added some incense she never thought to use. They cluttered around the edge of the bath, collecting dust.

A soft aroma filled the humid air. We’ar-ow took a lungful in and let her eyes shut. The heat in her veins was disappearing. The walk back here helped ease down the excitement that filled her entire being. Hunting and killing Dwainet was more than relieving. There may be other dangers that could endanger you, but with the main problem out of the way. You had no reason to fear the outdoors again.

The problem was in her hands. His blood staining the tiles under her feet. It had cold down some but the warmth she could feel was delicious. She had made sure you had watched as she used her own strength to rip his head clean off. To show off. To ensure you knew how strong, how mighty, how skilled she was. We’ar-ow was easily able to defend you from any attackers. Including one she wished she had killed off long ago.

Your soft gaze landed on We’ar-ow. All thoughts of the past left. We’ar-ow dropped the head in the nearby sink before stepping up to your shorter frame. The position forced you to tilt your head back, exposing your throat to her. A vulnerable position she would be caught dead in. Yet, here you are, willingly giving such a fragile portion of your body to her. Not that the rest of you was vulnerable as well. She didn’t mind. It made you, you.

We’ar-ow’s chest no longer heaved for air. The battle left her veins. Now, it was time for you to step in.

The first thing you did was tap at her armor on the top portion of her torso. Her bright eyes observed you a little more. Then, her hands got to moving.

They easily unlatched each piece of metal and let them fall to the ground. We’ar-ow would later come around to cleaning them. Right now, she was more focused on you. There was something you were planning. She was willingly to wait it out and see what you come up with.

From her shoulders, she moved down. The pink Yautja exposed her entire frame to your scanning eyes. Despite the battle being unfair from the start, a three verses one – you didn’t find much for her injuries.

Most of the blood being her enemies. There were going to be plenty of bruises to see later. All you could see was where a few throwing knives were embedded into her skin and where her tresses had been pulled out. If only that darker red Yautja had still a little life left in him. You would’ve been more than happy to stomp on his face. Her beautiful tresses had been tug straight out of her skull. A very sensitive organ.

Once the last piece of clothing had been discarded to lie at her feet. You scanned over her, admiring the frame she’s crafted from meticulously. Then, you realized what you were doing. Right in front of her.

Heat flushed your cheeks to life. You squeaked before spinning around and facing towards the tub. “Um, you can… you can get in whenever you want,” you sputtered and strolled over to the faucet. The bath was close to being filled all the way. You distracted yourself with that and carefully watched her out of the corner of your vision.

We’ar-ow stepped up to the edge of the bath and look into the water. A relaxing aroma soaked into the air, causing the Yautja to let her muscles go lax. She glanced at your crouched position, not even looking at her. She chuckled deep with in her chest.

The water drew her further in past the first step. The bath easily fitted her towering form, designed specifically for someone of her size and stature. She sat down on a ledge, arms spread out on the edge. A position of relaxation.

One of her hands motioned for you to come closer. You gulped before listening to her silent command. The heat in your cheeks still prominent as ever. She looked beautiful like this. After a hard and demanding battle, she deserved this peace to recuperate. You stopped on the other side of her spread out arms and gazed down at her. We’ar-ow used a finger to get you to lean down. Confused, you still listened to her.

Something latched onto your wrist. A tug had you flailing and falling headfirst into the tub. Your body caused water to spill over the edge. You surge past the water’s surface and gasp for air. Adrenaline buzzed to life, trying to fight for your survival. Anger boiled in the pit of your stomach as you scrambled for the edge of the bath.

Hands grasped at your waist and pulled you into a figure. You fought against the hold but it was pointless. All you were able to do was spin around and pounded a fist on her chest.

“What the fuck was that for?!” you screamed at her then wiped off the excess water on your face. We’ar-ow rumbled a chuckle, shoulders rising and falling. You steamed worse than before and harshly huffed, arms crossed.

Now, all of your clothes were soaked and clung to you like a second skin. It felt terrible. We’ar-ow rested her hands on your waist. The tips of her fingers and thumbs nearly were able to touch each other. That just made you feel even smaller than before. You still in her lap and tilted your head up. She was watching you with an unknown emotion swirling in her eyes. You didn’t know what it was.

“I’m all wet because of you,” you pouted, brows lowered, features pulling a ‘resting bitch face’ well. “Do you know how uncomfort-“ We’ar-ow snatched a handful of fabric and easily tore it from your torso. “What are you doing?!” That didn’t deter her from ripping every single article of clothing straight off of your body.

You stayed sat in her lap, unable to stop her until you too were naked as the same as her. After so long, the nakedness wasn’t as much as an issue as before. She’s stripped down plenty of times in front of you. Plus, she’s forced you to bathe despite disagreeing with her. That included what she just did to you.

Her hands returned to your waist and rested. There was no twitching or tight holds on you. It felt like you could leave at any point you wanted. Instead, you stayed there and found her eyes again.

The female Yautja started to purr and gingerly leaned forward. Instinctively, your eyes softly shut on their own and let her rub her forehead against yours. It was just a gentle manner; you almost thought it was a dream. We’ar-ow wasn’t soft. Not unless she wanted to be.

It caused you to relax in her grasp. Your hands came up to touch at her chest, to hold yourself up. One of her palms shifted to drift over the skin on your back. A curse sounded in your head. You melted into a pool of goo in her grasp. She knew what she was doing. It wasn’t like you were going to stop her in the first place.

Then, you shook yourself free from the calming manner and pulled away. One of your hands reached up to cup her jaw, feeling the smoother scales. You sat up higher on your knees and cupped some water with your hands. She watched as you let the water carefully run over her mandibles. You used the water to wash off the blood flakes that stained her mandibles and pink scales. It easily came off with your help.

A silence overcame the two of you. At first, you felt tense, unable to find your voice. We’ar-ow wouldn’t stop look away from you somehow finding your face the best thing to peer at. The stare of a predator forced your muscles to tense up. You fought against it, long enough to clean up her face and call it good.

Next, you worked on her upper torso since the water covered the soft swell of her breasts and down. The steam in the air created precipitation to run down your face. A heat you still weren’t used to. One you may never get a hang of. You ignored her gaze for the betterment of cleaning her up. Green blood of her enemies still staining her scales.

When you reached for the back of her head where the tresses had been pulled out, We’ar-ow ensnarled your wrist. You jolted at the unsuspecting move and found her gaze again. She brings your hand to her breastbone and pushes the palm to the scales. You can feel her powerful heart thump under your touch. A reminder she survived through it all.

We’ar-ow scoots a little closer to the end of the ledge was sitting on then dunked her head under the water. When she came back up, she shook her head and flung water everywhere. You gasped and turned away from the assault. “We’ar-ow!” you scolded but couldn’t hide the slight hint of playfulness in your voice. She instantly started to rub her wet features over your drying skin.

When she deemed it enough, We’ar-ow pulled back and lifted up her top two mandibles. A smirk. You pursed your lip and crossed your arms. “I was trying to be nice and help you. This is how you pay me back?” you huffed. The Yautja started to purr again. Your weakness.

One she knew when and how to use against you. A sigh left your lips. Your shoulders sagged. “You’re lucky I care so much about you.”

Her massive hands cupped your cheeks, easily dwarfing your features. “I am very lucky to have you at my side. Very much so,” she cooed and leaned again to nuzzle her forehead to yours. You let your arms wrap around her neck and stayed there in her arms, enjoying the moment of peace. One you knew would be far and few between.

Both of you clambered out of the bath. We’ar-ow using her brute strength to simply lift you out and set you down on the wet tiles. The heat of the ship and room kept you from feeling a chill. You were happy for once about how hot the mothership is kept at. We’ar-ow steps out and lets the water creates pools underneath each step she made.

After all the times in here, you find the blow dryer and stood on top of the grate. A warm gust of air helped fling off any drops of water that clung to your skin. You moved your way into her room and let the towering Yautja dry off as well. She followed after you.

Before she could stop you, you were quick to throw on some clothing. You knew if she had an opportunity, We’ar-ow would’ve denied you clothing. There was something about you being naked she enjoyed seeing. Especially in the safety of her quarters. All of your features exposed for her eyes only. She deepened her purr and crowded behind you.

Yet, you spun around and poked a finger into her stomach. “Hold up, go sit on the bed,” you demanded then pointed towards her bed. It would decrease her height and make it easier for you to care for her injuries. Her bright eyes narrowed down on your form. She snorted then stroll over to the low bed. You watched her for a few seconds afterwards before trotting back into the bathroom.

A first aid like kit was snatched from a cabinet before you were back at her side. We’ar-ow peered over her shoulder and observed what you were doing.

The kit was opened and laid out off to the side, on the bed. You found a serum and used it to rub across her side where the throwing knives were once embedded in her skin. It was rubbed into her scales and left it exposed. The wounds weren’t severe enough to warrant any bandages. You peered at the pull tresses and cringed at the painful sight.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything for your scalp?” you asked and moved to stand between her open legs. In this position, she was eyelevel with you. You cupped her cheek again and rubbed a thumb along the ridge of her upper mandible.

We’ar-ow shook her head softly. “No, there’s nothing to be done. The wounds will close but the tresses may never grow back. It all depends on if they do or don’t,” she explained and pinched your jaw between two fingers.

Being this close to her, you weren’t disturbed by the face she was still naked. A sight you’ve seen plenty of times, nearly every day. Some Yautjas liked to sleep naked. You kept your eyes strictly on her face, trying to respect her. The sight of her naked was beautiful though. A goddess carved into the most beautiful, most powerful creature to walk this universe.

“Okay,” you timidly responded. In response, We’ar-ow ensnared an arm around your waist and tugged you flush to her. A yelp surged past your lips. Your free hand was then pinned to between the two of you. She laid down on the bed and brought you down with her. Her other arm wrapped around your back, effectively pinning you to her.

You just let it happen. Your eyes slowly shut, letting the calm setting wash over you like the most soothing bath ever. Her arms were a comforting weight on your back and kept you pinned to her. One of the most safest places to be.

An unknown amount of time passed before she was shifting from underneath you. A groggily noise escaped your throat when you felt her warmth leave you. Your eyes blinked open to find We’ar-ow pulling on a simple pair of shorts. The Yautja strolled into the bathroom before heading into the main area of her quarters.

Curiosity got the best of you. You slipped out of bed and lumbered after her retreating form. She stepped into her trophy room. A place you kept a wide berth from. There were human skulls inside. It was natural to fear the fact one of those could be you. This time, you only hesitated before taking the plunge and going inside.

The room was considerably large. A work desk was built into the wall. Random gadgets and smaller bones laid about the wooden table. We’ar-ow set down Dwainet’s skull into a vat full of what had to be acid. It was angry looking and smelled like it was burning. You timidly stepped up to her side and motioned towards the vat. “What are you doing?” you asked and turned your head towards her.

We’ar-ow was watching as the acid bubbled with the added food. “Cleaning your courting gift,” she answered then plucked it from the vat. The sky-blue liquid dripped off of the now skinless skull.

White bones were all that were left in its wake. The other pieces part of the jaw and mandibles had to be scooped out as well. She brought all of them over to the desk and set the pieces down with the skull.

A stool was pulled up for you perch upon. You thanked We’ar-ow and watched. She carefully used a clear string like fishing line to reconnect the mandibles and jaw back to the main part of the skull. The way her large hands were delicate and still with the process shocked you. You didn’t doubt her. Far from it. But, for such a brute creature, We’ar-ow knew when and how to use that strength when the time calls. Including coming to your aid when you needed someone most. She became that someone.

The Yautja worked swiftly with practice. You zoned in on her work and ignored what the rest of the room held. It was best not to think about it. Or else, you’ll freak out. That would look terrible in front of her.

It didn’t take long before she stepped back from the standing desk. Despite the knowledge of who that skull is, you weren’t weirded out. Actually, it offered a sense of peace of mind. Dwainet couldn’t do anything to hurt you anymore. Now, it was just We’ar-ow and yourself to face what else the universe may throw at you. The two of you could defeat them all.

She took the skull into her hands before kneeling in front of you again. Inside the swirling emotions in her eyes, you saw the love that sparkled in them. Your name soft left her mandibles as her gaze pierced your very soul. “I wish to present this skull to you in a show of my skills and triumph of today’s battle. I show my skill and prowess to protect you. I show there is no reason to doubt me or what I can do to protect what’s mine,” she declared and lifted the skull closer to you.

Your hand rested on the dome section of the skull and smiled at her. “We’ar-ow, thank you. You don’t understand how much this means to me.” Your shoulders slightly sagged. “I don’t mean to seem like I’m doubting you but it’s human nature. I know you are strong and mighty. I don’t doubt that. I trust you, We’ar-ow, with all of my heart,” you stated, gaze softening at We’ar-ow.

The air between the two of you grew tense. You felt it squeeze at your chest.

We’ar-ow was the first to break eye contact by clearing her throat and looking away. “Do you have somewhere this should be hung up?” She stood back up to tower over you. You softly huffed through your nose with a shake of your head.

“Anywhere is good.”

The skull ended up above the bed. It’s final resting place of the male who betrayed you.

[starshinedragon]

SSO: LIFE WARDENS The magic trees of Jorvik

Main tree: Jordrassil in the Jorcrater -> The Crater is where the first pandorian contact happened, Aideen met the centaurs -> She combined the 3 magics (Light, Earth, Pandorian) and fought Garnok. -> Jordrassil is the first tree, manifestation of Aideen’s life powers. -> Also the place where she dispersed, gave up her light and souls to the creatures of the island -> Master portal- planted many other trees on the island, so she can get around quicky in the war. -> Jordrassil has the strongest hints of Aideen’s light (other than MC) would be a top prize for G to corrupt

Life Wardens: Primeival trees -> Fast travel system, their roots for portals after saying the right incantation.  -> From Jordrassil you can fast travel to ANY (living, friendly) tree -> From other trees only to the next in the network -> Guarding and strengthening any magic: Aideen’s or Garnok’s if corrupted. -> They can be awakened and speak, have different personalities.

1. Harvestlands: -> Sleeping Widow: Forgotten Fields. Helped Lisa, 1st one we meet. Wants to reconnect with the other Trees. Protective of the little one also growing in the Forgotten fields. -> Golden Lady: Scarecrow Hill. Grows Golden Apples, which are pure Aideen/Light power. Neighbors and best friends with the Widow. -> Ancient Sentinel: Wildwoods. Protected by the Wild Horse tribes. There is a pandorian rift underwater in the lake, through which Pandorian magic seeps through, infects the area. We close it when Garnok fully corrupts Pandoria and manage to prevent the Sentinel from being corrupted. -> Singing Yew: South Hoof. Helped Justin. Slumbering in the fields, the winds blowing through the branches make a song. -> Silent Poplar: Firgrove Mountain. Very mysterious. Turns out a hundred years ago he was corrupted and almost lost to the darkness, but they used the cleansing ritual to save him. -> Hidden Willow: Fort Maria. Hiding underground in a cave, guarding the library. The first place we go when we unlock the Tree Portal fast travel system. Guards the knowledge about the Life Wardens.

2. Winterdale -> Fire Glory: Ashland. Red pine, likes the warmth there, very lively, constantly talks about how much she likes the warm and finds the fires and the volcano beautiful. -> Glacier Heart: Dino Valley. Sister to the Ashland one, likes the cold. Constantly annoyed by Fire Glory’s neverending chitchat about Ashland, which she can hear. -> Astral Crown: Starshine mountain. Next to the Secret Stone Circle, protects it, she is why the DRs can’t come close to the circle. -> Silver Runebark: Rimefang woods. Silver leafs, revered by the Kallters, likes them, his bark covered in glowing azure runes. -> Wise Leaf : Anvil woods. Helped the druids protect the forest from DC, gives them advice. Talks in verses, metaphors and tales.

3. Springvalley -> Royal Cedar: Blossom woods. Majestic and reliable, he has been guarding the Blossom woods and Springvalley from the storm in Winterdale. -> Everbloom Elm: Everspring plateau. Covered in various flowers, she’s very proud of them. Gives you some random herbs every day if you go say hi to her. The tree is so full of herself, she’s basically giving you an autograph, don’t worry about it. -> Sun Queen: Suncrown lake. Cleansed from corruption by MC and SRs. Protects the Von Blyssen manor and vineyard. -> Twilight Oak: Morrinweald. The source of the valas’ power. Was corrupted by dark powers, later cleansed by MC and SRs.

4. Summerplains -> Restored Guardian: The Great Clearing. Was cut down long ago. We grow it back, like the one in Forgotten Fields. -> Elder Witchwood: Old Morass. She liked to watch the rituals the witches did in the swamp. Quickly becomes best friends with Pi and Mrs Holdsworth. -> Shadow Chestnut: Claymore mountains, hidden. He was tasked with keeping an eye on the Claymores- they have been serving evil for a long time. -> Aspen King: Lone Star canyon. Yellow-golden leaves, huge tree. Likes the Lone Star Cowboys, who bring gifts (anything from horseshoes to elk skulls). 

The New Fast Travel System: -> Advantage of using the trees: you pay for the trailer rides, but you use the tree portals for free. -> With all 4 big areas unlocked, you will need to cover great distances. You have a lot of choices: 1, Trailers (costs money, but most accurate, quickest) 2, Tree portals (free, but less accurate, takes a bit of time) 3, Pandoria portal in-between shortcuts (free, jumps great distances, but least accurate). -> Trailer rides now cost more money the farther the distance you go. Prices: 25 JS:  if you travel inside a great area (e.g. staying inside Harvestlands). 50 JS: if you travel to another great area next to you (e.g. from Harvestlands to Winterdale) 75 JS: travel to another area second next to you (e.g. from Harvestlands to Springvalley) 100 JS: travel to third next area (e.g. from Harvestlands to Summerplains) -> [Keep it in mind, that by our game design the JS cap has been raised to 100.000 and you earn more money, via reworked quest rewards.]

[disorganizedkitten]

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Coldest Girl In Coldtown

And I Loved You So Much I Turned Around

Behind Borrowed Blood

Bloody Phosphenes

By Definition, We’re Not Insane Yet

If Home Is Where The Heart Is, Where Do The Heartless Rest?

Infected Pearl au

No Pandemic Au

Pearl Bach And The Horrible Terrible No Good Very Bad (88) Days

Thorns and Tombstones

Time Loop

"1800s" au

Harry Potter

A Conspiracy Of Errors

A Week In A Day

And Salt The Earth Behind You

Antithesis / Charlie's Demons

Arial Anarchy

Cobra Lily

Dark As Dried Blood

Dark Magic For Dummies

Emotional Support Cookies

Gentle As Flaking Blood

Harry Potter Does Not Exist (A Presentation)

Hyacinth

I'm Gonna Kill Santa Claus (But Uno Reverse)

Incubus

It’s Only Right As A Math Problem

Judge My Carmine Fingertips (It Won't Make Them Clean)

No Rest For The Wicked

Not Every Open Wound (Is Simply Healed By Time)

Not (Our Parents’) Children 

Nothing Like A Trail Of Blood To Lead You Home

Obliviate

Seven Months Away

Swing a Scepter, Wear A Crown

The Potter-Riddle foundation for abandoned children

The Soul Feels Like The Universe / I Feel As Though I've Been On This Earth Before

There Is Magic In Every Living Thing

Three War Orphans In A Magic Castle

War Crimes Verse

Win Come Late

You Held My Heart In Your Hands

Miraculous Ladybug

A Bug To Bee Talk

A Day In The Life Of - Mafia Au

A Miraculous Mix Up

A Study In Friendship

ANJR

Be Still My Undead Heart

Bursting Bubbles of Bad Luck

Chronicles of Ladybug and Baset

Climbing the Louvre

Depth of Cold

Four is Quantic but five is too

G-day: a celebration of Girlfriends and Glitter

Going outside (for more than the view)

Is It Really Safe?

It's in the blood

I’m Literally Right Here

Luck of the claws

Miracle Fighters

Moving Places

My Safety Isn’t The Concern

No Longer A Villian

Paper Lanterns

Plume Reign

Red’s the Color Of Your Heart

Rena

Scarlet Swords

Shades of Warmth

Sharing is Caring

Skipped a Step

Sunshine and Roses

The Marinette Lucky Charm

These Hopeless Helpless Miraculous-Wielding Romantics

We Recover Only To Be Broken Again

You’ll Survive

Crossover Fics

#girlsupportinggirls

Carrying capacity

Circus au / Into The Mixing Bowl

Closer Than Friends

Exchange of blades

Feathers and Shells

Geronimo Weasley

Ghostinette

Gifts Between Girls

How To Live (When You've Long Been Dead)

Immortal Children

Ivory Shadows

Jaded eyes, stolen stories (Jaded eyes, poached prophecies)

Jagged Leaves

Life goes on

Location Soulmate au

Marinette's Guide To Adopting The Local Vigilante

Power he knows not

Princess Mara au

Queen, Devil, Champion

Recruiting Red

Robbery chatfic

Seven Faces over Seven Continents

Switching and Swapping

Tales of the Tacticional Twins

Talon mindshare

Tim Drake-Wayne vs Albus Dumbledore

Trained Together

Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead

Wine Aunts Salt au

Wishes Fishes

My Hero Academia

Borrow

Hold Your Bloody Head Up High

How Long Can Someone Be Lost

Lost In Translation

They Call Them Feral

We're All Dead Here

Wingfic

Scooby-Doo

Eldritch Doos au 

Gang Soulmate au

Summer camp au

HTTYD

Dragonborn

The one where Dagur is a good brother

The one where Dragon Riders are their own tribe | Feral Hiccup au #1

The One where Dragons are actually Aliens

The one where everyone is secretly friends

The one where Heather and Mala pop in during HTTYD1

The one where Hiccup and his brother kill the red death before realizing they’re brothers | Feral Hiccup au #4

The one where Hiccup Gets Hurt in the ring

The one where Hiccup Runs Away (and meets the wingmaidens) | Feral Hiccup au #2

The One Where Stoick Suffers Despite His Best Efforts | Feral Hiccup au #5

The one with the human sacrifice except Dagur is a faithful husband and very offended | Feral Hiccup au #3

JCA

Hypermnesia

Reacquisition

Danny Phantom

Age Swap Au

Three Feet To The Left

Walk Beside My Corpse (It's the memory that decays)

Welfare Check

Other

In The Vacuum You Left Behind

Keep Me In Balance

Prerecognition

The Fuzzy Duckling

The Name of Frankenstein

The Paris Fic

We Dared Open The Door

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[weavefcrged]

Reese was always weave touched but it wasn’t obvious / signs didn’t begin to show until after her first death / near death experience. She was ice skating with her little brother (adopted, she was adopted into the family after her birth parents died - ostensibly out of charity, but actually to gain control of her family’s holdings and finances) when they fell through the ice. Although they were both recovered fairly quickly, he was already gone by the time he was pulled out of the water. She was seemingly dead but resuscitated without any apparent external intervention a minute or two after she came out of the lake.

The headcanon here relates to some higher power / entity (typically one with dark purpose) latched onto her and infused her with a seed of its own power, leaving it there to fester and grow until such future time as they could manipulate her to their own ends by influencing their opinions, thoughts, desires, visions etc. until such time as they can use her to their best advantage. In her original “canon” it was Darkseid but any deity or entity works just fine in this verse. (If you play one of the trio with the crown, for example, this could be your character’s deity, for example, and can use that connection to exert influence over her through the power that has grown in her over the decades.). It could also be a deity like Shar or whomever she starts out as an agent / priestess of or it could be an entirely heretofore unknown entity. I’m literally up for whatever plots with this.

She was twelve the first time she died and the power was amplified / seeded in her pattern. Every time she dies and comes back it gets a little fiercer of a hand hold. Also, there’s a certain sense of sadistic irony involved as her main offensive capabilities are fire from her draconic ancestors and ice, from the weave powers that were amplified by whatever deity brought her back all those years ago; cold and ice terrify her but given how powerful those magics are for her, they tend to be ones she uses most often even if it makes her nauseous thinking about people dying that same cold fiery death that she did when she was a child.

[the-muse-coven]

Reiji Sakamaki TWST Verse Headcanons

-He's still a vampire, still also (kind of) Royalty. Karlheinz is also still an asshole. The main difference is that Karlheinz in TWST verse is no longer an OP af sort of asshole.

-Passed over by his mother Beatrix still since he isn't the oldest/first born sibling, Shu is still heir.

-tbh beyond less intensity in the assholery from Karl, everything about his backstory is the same in terms of chronological events.

-The main difference is also that he did not kill Beatrix in TWST verse. She is still alive. Reiji however is basically an Estranged Son as he did not forgive Beatrix for how intensely he was neglected as a child.

-Sacrificial brides are still a thing where they live, it's not as common anymore, but it still happens ever so often, with them being sent in hopes of appeasing them so they don't target random members of the town and drain them dry.

-He was sorted into Heartslabyul. He liked when Riddle was strict on the rules. As he has an extreme fixation on rules and moral codes.

-He has all sorts of medical knowledge from independent studies, and has a few certifications in the medical field to match. Therefore, the moment he heard the infirmary was sort of short staffed, he bugged Crowley about letting him work there. It wasn't hard because of Monstro Lounge existing and showing that students were allowed to have jobs and work while on campus.

-He has special provisions due to being a vampire on campus, though it's not fresh blood. Which in terms of vampire eating habits means that Reiji feels like he's being sustained on stale, cold food.

-His UM functions on a phase system, Phase one acts similar but not to Riddle's Off With Your Head. Phase two allows him to use the magic he's nullified. His UM is called Ruler's Crown. The magic the UM seals is the other adversaries UM.

-Reiji has been prepping to try and duel Riddle for the title of Housewarden. And I mean prepping. Strategizing, taking note of weak points, reaction times, everything. Because he does not plan on losing.

-Karlheinz had him train on his UM until the time limit he could use each UM he'd sealed off is up to 2 full hours. He is still training it to increase it further.

-While he was sorted into Heartslabyul, he was actually not initially enrolled in NRC and was instead a transfer from RSA that was then sorted into a house by the mirror.

-Would be 10x worse than Riddle in Book 1 if he was the Housewarden.

-As I'm including threads in here, he has visited and drank from Azul. He is also one of the few members of the student body who has never asked for any favor from him and so is not under any Contracts and has not lost any of his magic or traits. Mainly because he does not want Azul to get a hold of Ruler's Crown.

[zorkaya-moved]

Is this light of hope or despair?

[bloodieddove]

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[eclipsedmemory]

tag dump

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hiya! im new here and i heard requests were open. please can i have some soft Jane the killer, kate, Leia and Brian hibernating with their fem s/o? like cuddling, boob holding (because apparently that releases good hormones) and whatever else you think :D tysm!!!!! ily 💟

Jane the Killer, Kate the Chaser, Hoodie/Brian Thomas and Leia Sower Cuddling

For those of you not aware and coming from the tags, Leia is my OC! More info about her from my masterlist.

Jane the Killer:

She's such a good cuddler omfg.

For her partner, she's just going to wrap you in her arms, and hold you so tightly.

Her hands will trace up and down your body until she finds some part of you she wants to hold.

Often she's doing to rest her hand on the side of your hip and just squeeze.

Other times she'll rest her hand on your lower stomach and just rub small circles because she thinks that's cute.

Jane is actually a physically cold person, so like,,,, please warm her up lmfao.

She will whisper in your ear and tell you all of her secrets. Her voice is so sweet and low in these instances.

It honestly is super peaceful for her because she's really physically exhausted lmfao. Being near her partner is going to make all her problems melt away.

She also really likes when you run your fingers through her hair and space out. She will comment on how pretty your hair is and honestly might end up doing little things to it while she's cuddling with you. Jane is well versed in all types of hair and many different styles!!

Just nap with her, let her hold you and protect you even in dreams.

Kate the Chaser:

She's a tad touch stared ngl. So if her partner wants to cuddle, that's all she could ever ask for lmfao.

It mostly happens when she's about to sleep because that's like the only time she can rest. She's gonna be a little shy in holding you, but will eventually wrap her arms around your waist.

Her hands will rest either on your thighs or cup your chest. She just likes holding you in that way tbh.

Kate will also let you wear her hoodie!! It smells like pine and oak, just good things.

Kate also likes to play with your hair.

Please play with hers as well.

She likes when you roll over and rest your head on her chest so she can squeeze your butt lmfao.

Please speak in a quiet voice and tell her every little thing on your mind. Your voice makes her feel so, so safe.

Kate likes when you listen to her heartbeat and fall asleep on her.

She's a bit of a space heater so like, you're always going to be warm with her.

Brian Thomas:

Obligatory I write Hoodie and Brian as different people. Brian is such a gentle cuddler. He will pick you up and rest you on top of his chest.

Like, laying on the couch, you in between his legs and listening to his heartbeat in his chest. He will play with your hair.

Also runs his hands all over your back and rubs little circles before just gripping your butt.

Wants to just touch you and then take a nap lmfao. The two of you cuddle all the time.

Brian likes to cuddle when it rains though, he gives such cozy and soft vibes. He will quietly sing to you while cuddling as well.

Tell him about your day, your worries, tell him everything. He'll listen to you without any judgment.

Brian will let you wear his hoodies just so you can pick up his scent.

He also likes to spoon you as well. Will cup his hands on your chest and hold your breasts, honestly likes to knead them gently like a stress toy lmfao.

Your scent is absolutely intoxicating to him, and honestly helps him pass right out.

Brian also likes to kiss the crown of your head, and he peppers you with those kisses right up until he falls asleep with you securely in his arms.

Leia Sower:

Leia is a physically affectionate person with literally everyone. Ofc, she respects boundaries but she's super physically and verbally affectionate with everyone, especially her girlfriend.

Her big main love language is touch, so she's always going to touch you, as long as you're cool with it. She'll often hold your hand or rest it on your shoulder, kiss you, just show everyone how much she loves you.

Leia has cuddling down to perfection tbh. She's going to give you one of those goofy grins and be like 'c'mere bby!!' and just take you into her arms.

She likes to wrap around you like an octopus, but she also likes being held by you as well.

So please, like, hold her and touch her. She wants you to touch her body just as much as she wants to touch yours. Not even in a sexual sense! Just, you can touch her breasts and cup them or her butt, her thighs, her waist, everything just touch her.

If you're comfortable she's doing the exact same thing. She likes to wrap her arms around her partner and cup their chest.

Leia is also a pretty physically warm person, you'll never be cold around her lmfao. Though sometimes, she gets super cold and you need to blanket her.

She is really big on peppering you in kisses! Wants to press her lips to your neck and your face, your shoulders, the top of your head, everywhere.

Let her play with your hair please.

Leia can't really sleep unless her partner is near her or in her arms. She just wants to hold you like a teddy bear, you make her feel secure.

[skywalkerstyles]

Skald(Bakugou x Reader)

Part one:

Warnings: werewolf Bakugou, arranged marriage, Viking Bakugou, slightly out of character Bakugou, A/B/O verse, soulmate verse, love triangles

Summary: an alliance is made between the werewolves and humans. That’s all I can say for now

“She’s mad and she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.” -Charles Bukowski

“Every single part, is who you’re meant to be, and you were meant for me, and you’re everything I need.” -Skylar Grey

Y/N kicked Asger hard, sending her sparring partner to the ground. She smirked, righting herself and sheathing her sword once more.

“‘S good Your highness. You get better every day.” She basked in the praise. It felt good to be acknowledged as more than just the Chieftain's daughter. She was a warrior, just like her brothers and sisters. “Next time though,” he barreled into her, knocking her to the ground. “Plant your feet. Never let the enemy give you a surprise.” He reached down, helping her back up.

“Thank you Asger. It means a lot that you’re willing to spar with me.” Not many of their clan would. She was.....she was the Chieftain's daughter. If she got hurt heads would inevitably roll. He smiled, nudging her gently.

“Don’t tell your father I was rough with you and we’re good eh?” She laughed. He pulled out his drinking horn, taking a drink of mead before handing it to her. She drank from it gratefully.

“Y/N!” She rolled her eyes, hearing the loud bark of her father. Chief Hagen was a huge man. 6’7, dark hair braided down his back and shaved down the sides, a burly beard and rosy nose. He was intimidating beyond words and Asger quickly turned on his heel after snatching his gourd back.

“faðir(father)” she reached for him as he wrapped an arm around her and hugged her tightly to him, kissing the top of her head.

“barnið mitt(my child). Was Asger rough with you?” He asked. Y/N shook her head.

“No. He just told me to make sure my feet are planted and sparred me a bit.” Hagen nodded, eyes following Asger’s retreating form. He sighed, looking back at his daughter with a smile.

“Your mother and I have something we would like to discuss with you. Will you come home?” She nodded, following behind her father.

Their home was the largest in the village. A big stone building with wooden posts and a solid foundation. Oydis, Y/N’s mother, was outside, shelling green beans with her grandmother. Nana Rhigda smiled at her as they approached.

“Nana.” Y/N said, stopping to kiss the older woman on the cheek. Her skin was withered and cold beneath her lips.

“Sweet girl,” her mother said, garnering her attention away from her grandmother. “We need to speak with you privately”. Oydis held out her hand, gripping her daughter firmly as the three of them walked into their home.

Katsuki was shifting back into human form when his father came to collect him. The boy was pulling his trousers up his legs when he turned and saw him, Chieftain of their clan, walking towards him. Katsuki paused his movements, set on edge by the look on his father’s face.

“Good hunt Katsuki?” he asked. Katsuki nodded.

“Three deer. ‘Spose itll be good for winter once the women dry the meat out.” He had caught two of them. He loved the thrill of the chase, attacking something, wrestling it to the ground and tearing it apart with his fangs. The power was intoxicating.

“That’s good...care to go for a walk?” this surprised Katsuki further. He was never asked to go on walks with his father unless the conversation was serious and needed to be away from prying eyes. Katsuki followed him down the stony path towards the ocean, where the long boats sat on shore, gazing out at the horizon.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. His father nodded.

“The pack is doing very well. We’re thriving actually. But you know as well as I do that, that can change in a moment.” He snapped his fingers. “‘S why alliances are so important. Especially for Werepeople. We aren’t human. And humans can be fickle things. They let fear run their heart and they hate anything they don’t understand.” they stopped infront of one of the boats, His turned to look at him fully. “‘S why I’ve made an alliance with the Helvig Clan...you’re to marry their eldest daughter, Y/N, within a fortnight.” Katsuki’s heart nearly burst out of his chest, he looked at his father with wide eyes.

“W...What?”

“No….I...I’m not ready to marry.” Y/N said, shaking her head. Oydis put her arm around her daughter, rubbing her thumb against Y/N’s shoulder to try and calm her. Her father stood in front of her, face stern and unchanging.

“It’s already been decided.” Hagen said. “It….Its our life on the line sweetheart. Or family. Our tribe. This alliance is a powerful one. With Werepeople on our side we can be unstoppable.” Y/N shook her head, tears falling down her face.

“I don’t...I don’t want to marry someone I don’t love.” Hagen swallowed hard. He loved all of his children, and if there was another way, he would take it over his daughter’s tears in a heartbeat. “You will meet Katsuki tonight at dinner.”

Hana waited by their tree. It was a little after the time they had set to meet and she worried. Katsuki was never late. Not when it came to meeting, their secret moments when they could be alone together.

She was picking petals off a flower when she heard his familiar footfalls, turning to launch herself into his arms. He caught her and held her tightly, pressing soft kisses to the skin of her neck.

“Hello my love.” he whispered. His heart was breaking but he kept up his composure. It was Hana he wanted to marry, to be with. But those dreams had been shattered with one conversation.

“Katsu?” she whispered, pulling back from him, she kissed his cheeks, as he rested his forehead against hers. She smelled heavenly. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re going to hate me.” he mumbled. She shook her head.

“Never darling. What’s wrong?” He took her in, studied her dark hair, the bright blue eyes, soft pink lips. What other woman could compare to her. The girl he had loved for three years now.

“I’m to be married.” Hana felt as though someone had struck her hard across the face.

“W..What?”

“An alliance. I’m to be married within a fortnight.” Now Hana couldn’t stop her own tears. Katsuki held her close.

“I love you.” she cried into his shoulder. He nodded, swallowing thickly.

“I know.”

Y/N was nervous. She had never been interested in anyone and no one had ever fancied her before. But her mother and grandmother bathed her, washed her hair and placed perfume on her body. They put a crown of white lilies in her hair and a maroon satin dress on her. Oydis placed her hand on her daughter’s rosy cheek.

“You look beautiful my girl. Absolutely stunning.” Hagen stuck his head into the room, mouth parting slightly when he saw his eldest daughter. Gone was the tomboy he adored, now stood before him a young maiden, ready to be married off. It broke his heart a little.

“They,” he cleared his throat. “They’re here. Is the meal prepped?” Hagen couldn’t look at his daughter. He would cry and he couldn’t do that.

“Everything is ready son,” Rhagid said, waving him away. “Bring them in and we will bring her out.”

It was a smaller village than their own, but it looked quite cozy. Katsuki walked stiffly beside his father, as His father led him to the largest of the long houses. Before knocking He turned to Katsuki.

“I know this is hard for you son….but with time comes love. If you don’t love her now you will. It did for me and your mother.” Katsuki looked at him in shock.

“You...you and mom were-”

“Arranged? Yes. And I was a horrible husband in the beginning….” he ran a hand through his hair. “I loved another before her you see? And I kept going back to her. I didn’t….I refused to see how it hurt your mother. Until the day she threatened me with divorce. We managed to work things out, and I fell for her madly. But in the beginning I never gave her a chance.” he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, looking him in the eyes. “All I’m asking is, give her a chance. You’re a good man. Be a better man than I was to your mumma.”

Hagen opened the door to his home widely and warmly, smiling at the fellow Chief and nodding in respect. He looked at the boy that would be marrying his daughter. He was about 5’7, blonde spikey hair, and brilliant red eyes. He nodded at Hagen who did the same in return before welcoming them in.

“Smile darling. It’s not the end of the world.” Oydis said softly to her daughter. Hagen shouted from the main area, bidding them to come. The women stood, the older two exiting first and then, the girl to be married.

Katsuki’s breath came out sharp and short when his eyes met his bride’s for the first time. She was a beauty, beyond anything he could have imagined her being But there was something else, something warm that he had never felt with Hana. This woman’s scent called to him, it was of honey and brown sugar, of lilies and roses. It was intoxicating.

“May I present my daughter? Y/N.” Hagen took his daughter’s hand, bringing her forward. Katsuki felt his father’s hand on his back, pushing him forward as well. Hagen reached out, holding his hand out for Katsuki, who took it blindly, he was still gazing at his wife to be. When Hagen placed their hands together, warmth shot up Katsuki’s arm, causing him to shiver. Y/N’s eyes went wide and her breath stuttered, she was most likely feeling the same thing he was. When she finally looked him in the eye he nodded, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Hello.”

Dinner was an event. The men were rowdy. Y/N’s brothers talking and laughing loudly with Katsuki and his father. Katsuki liked to boast and brag. That was the first thing she noticed about him. He bragged about his victories and hunts, pridefully puffing out his chest. Hagen seemed to get along well with Katsuki’s father and that eased Y/N’s fears a little. Her father would never give her to someone who could hurt her. He loved his girl too much and she was the only daughter.

Katsuki sat close to her but didn’t speak much to her, and when she tried to engage him, he cast her off, rolling his eyes. But with one stern look from his father he stopped, swallowing hard as he looked down at her.

“After dinner, we can go for a ride. I mean….if you’re not chicken shit?” Werewolves courted in a different way than humans, usually going for hunts and runs together to bond. But a werewolf had never been mated to a human before, so Katsuki was a little lost. But if she would trust him enough to go for a ride, maybe things could be good. If they could not be lovers, they could be allies.

Y/N smiled, nodding her head. “Will you shift?” she asked. Katsuki snorted, taking her hand in his.

“Of course. It’s the only way you’d be able to keep up.” she narrowed her eyes slightly, challenging him a bit.

“Don’t underestimate me.” he laughed again, placing an awkward kiss to her cheek. This surprises even him, he hadn’t meant to be so forward. But he didnt mind her. She was kind and could keep up with his banter. So she had that going for her.

“I would never.” the two of them stood, unnoticed by the dinning party, who were telling stories and passing around the drinking gourd. Katsuki led her outside and they walked the small path towards the woods. Once shrouded in darkness he let go of her hands, taking a few steps back away from her.

“Look away. Don’t want you to see.” Y/N turned, squeezing her eyes shut as she began to hear the snap and crack of bone, Katsuki’s grunts and growls becoming more and more animalistic as the snapping increased. And then there was silence.

Y/N felt breath, hot and heavy on the back of her neck and then something wet nudging her.

Katsuki was worried that seeing him in wolf form would frighten her. But she gazed at him curiously, studying him. He wished he could speak to her, but she would’t hear him. She wasn’t a wolf, there was no link there.

“You are….magnificent.” she whispered. He was huge, with shaggy yellow fur, his red eyes glowing as he watched her. She reached out, hesitating just as she was about to touch him, Katsuki bowed his head, grumbling lowly when she scratched behind his ears. She made him feel dizzy, lightheaded.

“Be a better man than me.” Katsuki decided he would. He would treat his little wife with respect at least. He would do the best he could.

[elenamegan14]

Yandere TWST Wonderland Moulin Rouge/Hu Lin’s Inn Verse AU Part 1

I love performance but I also love the hidden dark side of every night club or burlesque. 

The inspirations for this verse is taken from Barz Lurhmann’s Moulin Rouge! and Hu Lin’s Inn haunted house in Universal Studios Singapore Halloween Horror Nights.

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The Night Raven Club, known many as NRC, is a place where dreams and reality collide. For many, it’s a wild, exciting experience... but many also whispered that it is also a nightmare came true. 

Crowley have seven main performers known as the “Seven Wonders”. Each commanding their own troupe and can be often building allies or rivalry within each troupe. They are popular amongst women - adored, worshipped and luring them to the depths of their den...

You are the eldest sister of a prominent middle-high class family. Your little sister happened to be frequenting to NRC a lot, to the point that she stole the family’s savings and getting into fights with your parents. What’s more, your once sweet, innocent sister suddenly became more vulgar, more crueler and rotten. As your older sister, you are worried about her. 

So you sneaked in to NRC just to see what witchcraft that turned your sister that way. You braved yourself as you entered the door into the twisted world of “villains’ itself...

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Riddle Rosehearts, known as the “The Rose Tyrant”. A cute, boyish apperance with a personality fit for a bad-tempered tyrant. he is merciless, plays around sadism and bondage and tend to use his image to cater towards a spoiled and cruel boyish aristocrat. Apparent, he was popular amongst the so-called “shotacon” fans - but you once heard your parents and friends calling it a travesty. Riddle’s performance is ordered, kingly and showing off the power of his own cruelty... and he expect things to follow in his order. 

Leona Kingscholar, dubbed as “The King of Beasts”. Like his namesake, he is rough, daring and downright dangerous. A perfect companion to women who is looking for more a “manly, rougish” bad boy type. the fact that he can order you around like a prince only makes him more desireable. His perfomance are wild, loud and sometimes he would take volunteers just so he could play around with his “prey”. Many clients have fought to become his prey instead of the other way around. 

Azul Ashengrotto, nicknamed as “The Merchant of the Deep Seas”. He allures his audience with a charming voice, an irressistible seductive dance and performance that could make anyone swooning for him. He started his performance in a quiet, lounge gesture before evolving into a bombastic manner as he reached into the climax. Sometimes he might take a random audience of his face where he sings and make them dance alongside him, whispering sweet nothings to the flushed participants. After all, he is a slick merchant that guarantees to make everyone buy into his performance. 

Kalim El-Asim, crowned as “The Diamond of Seven Deserts”. Amongst all the Seven Wonders, Kalim is easy to approach. He would welcome anyone into his arms, relying on his sweet, innocent charms of his personality. His performance are the most extravagant, much like how K-Pop idols would perform. On top of that, he acted more like a sub and grants the “wishes” of his audience in the form of fanservice. However, Kalim seems to have a hidden side as he seems to get a little bit greedy with his clients...

Vil Schoenheit, titled as “The Beautiful Oppressor”. Everyone knows that if there is one person who is unapproachble yet alluring, it would be their resident “queen”, Vil. Many have complimented, drooled and faint at the way Vil walked. Everything about him screams elegance - he relied on subtle charms, complicated performance that showcase his entire being, putting everyone into trance. Sometimes he would tease them with subtle hints of stripping, either unbuttoning his shirt, sensually running his hand across his bare chest and perhaps poisoning them to come to him only to have him pulled himself backwards much to their dismay. Either way, his performances radiates the most beauty and artistical aesthetic than any of them. 

Idia Shroud, called as “The Underworld Noble”. Now Idia is well-known by many patrons as the elusive performer of the Seven Wonders. He rarely performs live, and preffered to lock himself inside his room. However, that reclusive part become one of the biggest selling points for NRC - for on the days that he put on his rare live performance, tickets were often sold out within an hour or two. All of his performances are otherwordly and yet sizzling hot - something that Idia would do if he was goaded into a bribe or challenge. On times where he did not perform live, he would give dirty talks to his clients by phone or a special communication room where his clients would listen to his harsh, commanding voice. In the end, they always stumbled out in a complete bliss and arousal. 

And finally, the last of the Seven Wonders and the main headliner. 

Malleus Draconia, christened as “The King of Thorns”. Malleus is very well-known and served as the main mascot and headliner of NRC. He is mysterious, dark, commanding and cold. And he knows that too. He would not let just any clients touch him - oh no. He would pick the one that he felt suitable to him. Whether you are a commoner or a noble, he would pick anyone regardless of who they are. Malleus’s performance is just as classy and alluring - sometimes he would sing songs that people have yet known, sometimes he attractes them with string violin. He is the one who interact mostly with his audience, cursing them to his side and treating them like a lover. No one had ever seen a performer like Malleus for a whole long time. 

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As you nervously entered the club, you were stopped by a deranged old woman who told you not to enter the club at all cost. Before security pulls her out, she gave you a bag that contains seven charms that she yell at you to use it at all cost. 

Now you are wondering if it is a bad idea or not...

[bangbaby]

##소리꾼 (THUNDEROUS) !

ALBUM: NOEASY

COMEBACK RELEASE: AUGUST 23RD 2021

TRACK: 소리꾼 (THUNDEROUS)

i’m not sorry, i’m dirty . . .

SKZ: villains make our blood boil !

audio moodboard by kiki ! [ vocals by meloneye ]

— 악당 무리에 뜨거운 피가 돌아 온몸에 번져 !

FORMAT: dot point

PAIRING/S: lucy and the boys ( skz )

GENRE: idol, fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: implied romance, alpha female energy, mentions of chan’s abs and ass

##PRODUCTION !

first things first, noeasy is lucy’s era. well, it’s everyone’s era but it’s the comeback where she’s got the most lines.

you would think being a main lyricist would cut her some slack but nope, management was always adamant that the group had to increase/maintain their popularity before lucy could get a chance to “shine”.

jokes on them though, because where would they be without lucy’s clout?

and now, they’re million unit sellers.

legends say taylor swift’s the man was actually written for lucy kang.

after kingdom, there was absolutely no way she was hiding from the spotlight ever again. the nation knows she’s not just the token female member, she’s a monster born and created: a triple threat alpha ready to devour.

too noisy? too bad.

no more background harmonies/vocals or a couple of pity lines— this girl’s finally getting verses and dedicated solo shots.

also, dance formations/symmetry be dammed. the girl fits seamlessly no matter where she’s placed, mostly thanks to her A CLASS stylists.

and to hell with “male” choreography— you’ve never seen a girl look so good spitting on her palms, ready to throw hands.

notable lines written by lucy and changbin:

there’s no way they can lower my ego, i stick to my principles

i don't care how they look at me, i’ll always say what i have to say

everybody's talking nonsense— tired of this and that, shaking my head

you talk too much, stop meddling

i was born crooked, my voice can go against a hundred

if i don't like something, i’ll talk back until i’m satisfied

notable lines written by lucy and han:

villains make my blood boil and circulate throughout my body

why you mad? why you sad? why you tick—tick—ticked off?

your attempt to look cool is cute

you don't even come close to me, this is my show

notable lines written by chan for lucy:

man, i’m not sorry i’m dirty

freezing cold but i know we’ll burn forever

keep on talking, we don’t play by the rules

##M/V & STAGE !

short cut of a nine-tailed lucy playing with dokkaebi flames (possibly animated).

body rolls from the crop top duo, ie. the chabs (chan’s abs) and the jelly belly (lucy’s pierced navel) would without a doubt break the internet.

same goes for the dragon twins’ (hyunjin and lucy’s) dance solos.

MAN, I’M NOT SORRY I’M DIRTY.

the amount of attitude in that one line is enough to take the entire fandom for months.

lucy owns the most wicked smirk ever caught on camera as she basically tells the entire world, yeah— i do sleep under the same roof as eight hot dudes. get over it.

really, this is lucy’s world and we’re all just living in it.

if yeji can do her crazy mafia squat, lucy can absolutely do the thunderous squat.

the finger-wiggling-neck gesture was one of lucy’s contributions to the choreography— it was initially a slicing sound effect/motion; but chan and lucy decided to convert it to something a little more friendly.

the “riding” choreography instead imitates a litter, lucy is back to back with changbin and her hands form the shape of a crown. chan, han and minho support the two (as their carriage) whilst hyunjin/jeongin and felix/seungmin “hold” onto the front and back.

lucy consistently makes sure she’s not hurting lee know as he piggybacks her.

lucy tries not to burst out laughing whenever she spots butt-hunter lee know from the corner of her eye.

lucy often changes the fist-bump choreography with lee know to play rock-paper-scissors.

you just know all of lucy’s ending fairies are immaculate; whether they’re in sign language or are smiley-cute/smirky-sexy— any close up of her is dangerous for the heart.

##MAKING FILM (SKZ-TALKER) !

lucy going off on a tangent about how much she loves historical/revolution concepts and mythical creature lore (with seungmin attempting to shut her up).

lucy and chan chasing each other around set to poke and/or tickle each other’s exposed midriffs.

lucy is an absolute menace on set because she can’t do anything without being remotely distracting (even if she’s being quiet).

out of all of the members, lucy gets into trouble the most. she’s often put to sleep by their managers or lured away with food and/or games.

but the kids like her company as her presence lightens the atmosphere/makes the filming process more relaxed and fun.

whenever lucy’s filming solo, it becomes a competition of who can make her react/break character first.

funnily enough, she is usually the most immersed and professional out of the members. it’s difficult to disturb a perfectionist like her at work— but not impossible.

the aussies are essentially the band’s cesco (korean anti-pest company), they’re the least afraid of bugs unless they’re massive spiders (in that case, it’s every man for themselves).

lucy giggling to talker about hand fans because they make her feel like she’s in a hair commercial.

lucy adorably showing her battle scars to talker and making up stories about each of them. i got this one from lee know’s cat and this one’s from my fist fight with seungmin! i won, by the way.

the tangerines (chan and lucy) flirting on quad bikes.

felix and lucy making mario kart references when they’re filming on bikes/in cars.

lucy gets the “chan’s-sound-of-third-person” mission whilst seungmin gets “lucy’s-sound-of-thunder”; he says his is by far the easiest and can accomplish it the second he gets within her radius. lucy groans and says hers is impossible because chan refuses to do aegyo anywhere near her.

lucy catches onto seungmin’s mission fairly quickly though, which makes for some interesting cuts of her trying to be nice whilst the kid is annoying the absolute shit out of her (they’re playing catch with a baseball and seungmin is purposely failing to catch all of her throws).

eventually she gives up and yells at him, seungmin-ah! seriously? *cue happy puppy bouncing*

chilling in the trailer with chan and jeongin, lucy refers to herself in third person but makes it a little obvious it’s part of her mission. lucy’s eating her snacks and—

i am also eating her snacks, chan laughs because he knows exactly what her mission is. third person singular, right? lucy replies with an irritated no!

chan and his teasing hwaiting! (be glad you don’t know what kind of look the girl gives him behind the camera)

later on, lucy tries to disguise her mission by interviewing changbin about what he wants to eat. he says he’s surprisingly not hungry, and chan?

i’m not craving anything in particular, the man has the audacity to laugh with his damn man titties hanging out as he immediately catches lucy for the second time.

what do you need from me? chan asks a frustrated (flustered) lucy (the bastard’s somehow getting better at flirting and changbin walks away with a satisfied smirk).

i’m just asking you— bang christopher chan, what you want to eat, and how you’re feeling!

chan starts filming lucy with his phone and jeongin walks in between the two in an attempt to widen the gap between them/ease the tension (to no avail).

but what will you do for me? (if chan were to help lucy with her mission).

lucy swears she didn’t just get the chills from his question, the air at 2:00am is just cooler than usual.

i’ll be cute for you,

oh? well, you go first then.

the two grin and chuckle too playfully: their members are watching from the sidelines absolutely sure this is going to be edited out of the video.

oppa! soyeonnie wants barbecue for dinner!

chan absolutely cracks himself laughing at her terrible aegyo before he responds with: and channie is off to do his shoot now!

I HATE YOU! are the last words chan records before he runs off cackling like a madman.

lucy laughs/pokes fun at the kids a lot whenever any of them forget their cues; but on the extremely rare occasion she forgets— the members never let her live it down.

jeongin and lucy pretending the smoke effects are each other’s fart clouds.

bingsu! lucy loves her bingsu! thank you 2PM!

lucy also loves taking cute photos of the kids whenever they’re smiling and/or eating— especially of her sunshine, felix.

chan and lucy spray tagging the wall: the two like using “K9”, because wolves and nine kids.

it’s not a myth, lucy literally eats cds before stages— 42 episodes of skz-talker = hard evidence.

and it’s definitely not a skz-talker without lucy and han bursting into song out of nowhere/lucy and changbin competing who can do their vocal warmups the loudest.

wolfgang stage included because why not: though the thought of girls growling/female werewolves might trigger something deep within me (like it definitely would chan, aha)

first verse with lucy and changbin:

focus—

yeah, you better be afraid if you hear us

shut your mouth, fix your posture when you see us

a hunter, but you’re weak

i’m showing no mercy

i’ll bite your throat and see

how you fall when you bleed

second verse with hyunjin, lucy and han:

now, we’re on the hunt

a pack, we’re gonna run

laughing at all the ruins from the battles we have won

wolfgang, yes sir

mission for your successor

we win when we’re together

so drop your head and kneel beneath the wolf i have become

(translated lyrics from lex’s cover)

skz-talker, aka time for “what’s in lucy’s snack bag today”

lucy trusts hyunjin, minho and felix the most with taking her photos; but only very recently has she begun to let changbin and jeongin take her photos to help them improve.

their managers and/or jeongin having to wake lucy from her naps (bc they’re the only people she won’t get angry at).

the view and grow up stage also included: very pretty pastel/plant mom vibes.

lucy humming “i like the view right now” whenever she gets a good angle of chan’s ass: he has absolutely no idea why the rest of the kids are laughing so hard.

grow up is one of the hardest songs for lucy to sing. and she wrote it with the kids in mind (not initially for chan during their early trainee days that’s for sure).

you’ll always be able to tell how much self-restraint lucy is using whenever any of the kids start crying (especially from lovestay letters)— she herself has a habit of looking up to the ceiling and catching the tears before they start to fall (chan is the opposite, he looks down and avoids eye contact).

being told she’s doing well and that someone is proud of her = lucy’s ultimate weakness. thank god lee minho is usually there to make her laugh/keep her from breaking.

lucy affectionately rubs han and jeongin’s back when they’re finally off stage to soothe them. she hugs her aussie kin extremely tightly, instinctively nuzzling her head into theirs and combing the hair on the back of their necks.

a process the kids know well (first witnessed with lucy and her brothers) but only on the rare occasion receive— though when it does happen, it shows how much lucy loves and cares for them.

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[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

30 Days of OTP - Day 10, With Animal ears

Rating: K

Verse: Animal Circus AU

AN: This takes place in the 'Animal Circus' AU created by me and my lovely husband XelOcon <33

The story essentially featured Tonga as a sheep based faun who was made to play the pan flute to keep the audience members entertained. I was conflicted on making them a ram or a ewe because Tonga is meant to be genderless (They/He), but for this challenge I made him male due to there being a genderswap prompt ;-;

They are a ram, but their horns are a little smaller than normal

'Mild calibration error my missing foot' Kainga thought with a long-suffering sigh. Last time he'd attempted to escape these chains it'd ended up making him a now amputee. Noticeable now as he played his pan flute atop his podium, a faun with a missing hoof. Of course this circus was filled with oddities, what's one missing hoof going to draw much attention too?

Shackled now around his other leg, trying his best not to make them rattle as he played. The faun stood playing on the pillar like podium as the audience filtered past, nobody really paying much attention to the faun as he played the pan flute. No matter how much the chains hurt his one good leg, he had to play though, he had to play for food because they wouldn’t feed him again, even go as far as to keep him outside without shelter and ice had already started to creep up on the camp, dark, thick clouds hanging overcast and threatening to unleash a snowy hell upon him. Closing his eyes and taking a slightly shaky breath, he started to play again, his good foot moving slightly to the music, playing the songs he used to play when she was free, chain miraculously not making a noise as his foot moved bar the odd quiet scrape, hoping down from the podium and to the frozen ground, weaving between the crowd as much as he could without tripping himself or a potential customer up.

Besides, the movement meant warmth, hoping back up the steps on the podium as he came to a finish, the song ending as he landed on the stage part. Due to his resent amputation, finishing the act became all the more harder for him. His ankle subsided, making him almost loose balance but he quickly, shakily caught himself in time. Bowing a little, staying bowed as the people applauded and walked past towards the tent to see the more interesting attractions.

It was cold; colder than cold. Out here being forced to play his pan flute while limping around on one hoof that clicked and clanked against the wooden platform to be performed on. No matter how thick his wool had grown over, being out here for any longer and he was sure to freeze to death.

The waiting is the hardest; maybe they’d forget about him again, the shackle and chain around his ankle the only thing keeping him on the podium. The Faun watches his small audience lose interest in him and disappear back to the crowds departing for the main tent. He's left alone once more in the harsh brumal elements that he was at the mercy of. He despised it here. Alive without breath; as cold as death. Who knows how long he could last here anymore.

He crouched down for warmth, maybe huddling with himself would keep what little warmth Kainga had in. It doesn’t, not really, but it helps ever so slightly. His wooly ears huddled over the sides of his face, the only covering his frail body possessed was a cloth wrapped loosely around his waist. A flower crown was also placed on his head, one he made himself when picking daisies and dandelions. Holding his mother ewe's flute even closer to him, the only remnant he had left of her. She too suffered a painful demise at the hands of the circus, he was only a lamb.

There was a rattle, not of his own chains, but the ones that fenced off his podium from the gazing onlookers. A rusty chain connected by wooden poles, they'd creak when it got to windy.

But there was no wind tonight. The sound the chains made was caused by something, or someone. Assuming he had another group of people to preform for, the Faun quickly scrambled out of his crouched fetal position to play his flute for them. Only to find there was no group, but simply, just one man. The way the man was staring at him was different from the others. This one seemed captivated, almost enthralled by the sight of the Tongan Faun. His breath was visible in the cold air, it drifted from his mouth faintly.

Kainga met this stranger's gaze with his own, he didn't know how to react, what to expect from him. He found him intriguing, more the way he looked at him like he'd just witnessed a miracle. His ears pressed flat down, the yellow tag on his left ear now buried in his wool. One thing was sure, he didn't trust him. Yet, he looked so strangely familiar. In a way that gave him more unease than comfort.

That was until the man spoke up.

"I heard you playing that instrument of yours. It was...beautiful. I couldn't help comin' over here to get a peek." He flashed the faun with a warm smile, starting to take off the grey beanie from his own head. Slipping it off his hair as he never broke eye contact with him, still staring in amazement at him. Dipping under the fencing, he stepped up onto his podium with a loud clunk of his boot on the wood. Holding the beanie tightly.

Kainga couldn't help it, trying his best to scramble away from him. Making the chains holding the faun rustle the more he panicked. He wasn't consistent, mainly just a flinch away from the stranger. Fear over took his thoughts, his mind, it plagued him so much that he didn't dare trust a human anywhere near him anymore.

“Don’t look so surprised, anyone would think I was trying to hurt ya. My names James, by the way.” James didn't make any sudden movements, instead, he crouched down to the fauns height. Noticing that his good wooly and hooved leg was out like he was about to roundhouse kick him in the face with that thing. It was his best defense if he was going to attack, his horns were too small to do any significant damage.

People may think that but he had no idea how else to act to human kindness, was there a trick in this? Was he going to help him so far and then turn him into the owners of the circus? Had the circus employed him to do this much? He can't reply and continues not too, too cold, weak and tired to flee any further. Even if he was, he wouldn't get far due to the shackles on his leg.

"So...what's yer name?"

"None of your business-" the faun snapped up at him quickly. He’s still convinced it’s a trick, this human was going to trick him. It wouldn’t be the first time a friendly looking face had done as much and he doubted it would be the last.

"That's a...unique name..." James expressed in genuine confusion. "Got a...nickname or somethin'?"

The fact that Kainga was being quite obviously sarcastic when he said that, the larger man taking it seemingly literally just confused him. Maybe he was as stupid as he looked.

When the Faun doesn't respond, James decided to take matters into his own hands. The reason he even came up here in the first place. He took the beanie from his other hand before outstretching his arm. Offering it to the faun who gave him a shocked expression in return.

"Here, take this. It's very warm. You place it on your head." he made a gesture like someone putting on a hat or, in this case, a beanie. Kainga does so, finding that it fit him rather snugly. James smiled brightly, his eyes illuminating almost. Something so peculiar about how bright they were. Kainga's nose twitched softly, wrinkling up against the freckles that littered his darker skin.

"There, that’s better. I mean its hard finding a hat big enough to cover your horns as well but it works at least.” James gently reached out his hands to pull the beanie over his ears. "Extra snug! Now, how thick do you think that chain is because I brought chain cutters and I’m not sure if they’re strong enough.”

Kainga sat up a little from the podium floor, meeting James fully face to face. “Why are you helping me? Did the circus set you up for this?” he asked him under a gentle tone. "What do they want from me? I-I did well today! I got a small crowd! I was performing all day!" he started to plead up at James, gripping to his Pan flute with weakened hands.

"W-whot? Oh no no! Nothin like that! I'm just here to help ya!"

"And...why are you doing that?"

"I dunno, maybe I just want to help a cute little goat man~" James gave him a reassuring wink. Kainga just grimaced at him from under the beanie.

"I'm a sheep. You fucking idiot."

[xiaonesis]

okay! this is the right place? you said one to two and boy do i have ideas (both GWS related)

a) okay OKAY DO YOU REMEMBER THAT AU WHERE MC DIES THAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT. AND SHE LIKE, FIZZLES AWAY AND LEAVES BEHIND THE BRACELET AND ITS ALL OIKAWA HAS OF HER. my little weak heart cracks when faced with angst, but i cant stop thinking about it. and like, what if she managed to tie a little bit of her soul into it, just like alt!mc did with the hair clip, and oikawa picks up on this, and gets his hopes up that's she's alive somewhere, (i can't decide if that's a false hope or not.)

b) okAY secondly!!! remember that one bonus (i think it was a bonus) you did a while back where the twins (both versions) met each other? well, i was thinking about what would happen if some of the main crew from the hyquile universe somehow got sucked over to the other side. some (kuroo, oikawa, ushijima, i'd say kita but part of me thinks he might have an anxiety attack if faced with this situation) i think would be able to handle acting normally fairly well. they'd have a few hiccups here and there, but it'd be little things like not getting major pop culture references, and wouldn't get them arrested or anything. however, the twins + bokuto would absolutely get into a lot of trouble. i could see it starting with osamu throwing another hissy fit about food and refusing to pay (again) and it only gets worse from there. after they get back, everyone has to deal with the consequences of having their alternates running around and wind up telling lies about what was going on/where they were/what they were doing ranging from little white lies to these whole confusing near-theatrical productions (and some of them decide to avoid law enforcement for the foreseeable future, just as an added precaution.) some of them also get hooked on certain foods that they don't have in hyquile and start making requests for mc to bring it back with her. just the idea of idiots in the big city causing issues <3

Ghosts We See // No Saving The Dead

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader

Tags: Major Character Death, Angst, GWS-Verse, Not edited

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: The angst in GWS isn’t enough that you want more, huh? 

Anyways, new readers, I like to say you don’t need to read GWS to read this but you probably won’t understand the context if you don’t. But, you can still read it without reading GWS-

“I’m sorry.”

Oikawa Tooru, the crown prince of Aoba, doesn’t know who he’s apologizing to. He has a lot of people to apologize to, even more failures and mistakes to be sorry for.

To King Irihata, for not living up to his expectations.

To his Blue Knights, for all the trouble he’s put them through.

To his people, for failing them.

To Iwaizumi, for wasting the years his friend has spent holding him up.

To her, for his lack of insight and ignorance. He doesn’t even know where to begin with her, sorry will never be enough for his inability to save her. It will not fill in the empty grave that carves her last place in this world.

To you, for never learning from his mistakes. Because how can he let this happen again?

He never learned at all. Once is a learning, twice is a mistake.

But ‘mistake’ doesn’t even cut it this time. Not even close.

For someone with his position, mistakes do not exist. There are only costs.

Hefty costs.

Disbursed for with the sweat and tears of those under him, paid for with the blood of those dear to him.

And this time, his oversight was paid with yours.

“N-no...I’m s-sorry, Tooru-”

Rasps, hot and cold as the last days of shedding autumn, pepper his neck with the first of winter’s chills.

Why are you apologizing to him? He should be the one groveling with his head to the ground, soil dirtying the skin of his forehead and clothes instead of tarnishing yours, meshing with the fading warmth of your hands.

It feels like he’s been in this position before, with someone else that reminds him of you but isn’t you, someone that you should never be.

It feels like he’s been in this position before, yet he never was, because she disappeared before he realized it, no body to even hold and bury.

Oikawa holds onto you tighter, as if he can keep you so long as he holds on, as spring desperately clings onto summer, and summer onto autumn.

Autumn doesn’t cling to winter. Winter cares not for whimsical embraces, striking when its hour descends - sometimes later, sometimes earlier. Winter comes when it is meant to but no one ever wants it to knock on their door early.

Aoba is blessed with good weather all around. Befitting a realm whose people are favored with the gift of nature, springs are permeated with the scent of flowers and earthy rain, summers balmy with music and festivals galore, and autumn kind with it’s bounty of harvest. Even winter is a touch less wicked compared to other realms.

Summer season is in full swing in the present, celebrations of all sorts unfolding across this lucky realm. The grass beneath your leaden legs are verdant, welcoming zephyrs brushing the tips of your hair and lifting the hems of your dirty dress. A yellow flower, cute as a button, is blooming bright right by you, petals daring to touch the pinky of your hand that lay limp at your side.

It’s like a cruel joke. A damn fucking joke. None of this fits the chill settling into Oikawa’s heavy bones and your cold body.

“I c-couldn’t do it…” you cough something dry and dreadful, “...I-I c-couldn’t do more-”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, eyes red and planting kisses to weakly blinking lids, parting lips, damp skin, raining petal kisses that would be the envy of spring.

“Save your strength. Help is coming.”

He’s such a damn good liar, isn’t he? He doesn’t know if help is even coming, and even if they are, they won’t make it. Not in time.

Oikawa presses himself to you - head to head, eye to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips - a sad and wishful attempt at passing what life is given to him over to you.

Tears roll down the planes of your cheeks, though Oikawa isn’t sure if they belonged to him or to you. He can’t see through the fog of fear and truth, that he is unable to save you just like he wasn’t able to save her-

How could he have let this happen?

O Great Spirits, if you are listening, if you have compassion - please, please let you stay. Please don’t take you away. He can’t do it. Not again. Not again-

Not again.

You don’t need to come to Hyquile anymore. He will destroy that damned charm he gave you - starlight bracelet and all - that connects him to you and you to him. It is a little bit of him adorning you - and perhaps a little bit of you in his pocket when you’re away, transcending distances and worlds.

His gift used to make his heart beat that little bit faster, tugging the corner of his lip upwards when he inadvertently thinks about you in the moments before his eyes close; wondering what you are doing in your life and world as he falls into dreams, awaiting the moment when morning light stirs his open to see you in his world.

He wishes that he never gave it to you. He wishes that he can take it back. He wishes that he wasn’t so selfish to want to keep you with him then. If he wasn’t so selfish, then you wouldn’t be here right now, withering away in his arms; a rare bloom finally curling under unforgiving wintertide, despite fighting on till now.

If it means that you will keep your soul, your jokes and smiles, then he can live with never seeing you again.

(Please, please, please - don’t take you away. Please, don’t let you leave him)

(Please, don’t leave him)

“I-I’m s-scared-”

Your eyes, that had been falling lower and lower suddenly peel wide, invoked by the ghastly shiver that descends on you; a last courtesy before Death’s visit.

He shushes you again, holding you so tight to him that it must be hurting you (but you can’t feel anything beyond the cold anymore, not even his desperate kisses), arms cradling your head, rocking you back and forth the same way mothers do as they coax their babies to sleep.

“I’m here.” He doesn't recognize his own voice.

“I-I’m here with you.”

Oikawa can’t hear his own cries, feeling your fear as deeply as you do, stuffing his ears with static. Death’s fingers is at his throat as much as yours; had he the power, he will gladly submit his own neck to save yours.

He knows, Oikawa knows, that he will not recover again, if you- ...if you... He barely did when she left. If you went too…he just can’t.

He doesn’t want to think about it, but it was never his choice in the first place because reality is merciless like that. Reality gives zero shits about whether the weather fits the mood, or what anyone wants.

Reality is just like winter.

He is forced to think about days where you no longer exist in either world, when your body goes slack with no warning, head leaning into his neck the same way you do when you seek the comfort of his company for an afternoon nap. He would try to stay still during such moments, to ensure he doesn’t wake you.

Not now though; his shoulder is quivering, frost and trembles creeping all over his back, because no matter how much he doesn’t want to think about it, wishes that this isn’t fucking happening-

Three years ago, his heart broke in fragments of anger and loss, blind desperation and fury painting his throat, gripping his chest in erratic bouts that fed him just enough air to keep living.

Three years from then, now, with summer surrounding him, Oikawa Tooru feels nothing.

Nothing fills your chest any longer and Oikawa feels nothing in his. He feels as heavy as the burden of your lifeless body in his arms. At the same time, he feels weightless as his world, you, fades away from him. He slowly realizes that you also feel weightless, when he sees the stardust that trickles from you - all of you.

You’re disappearing; dispersing the same way as when you surrender to sleep. Only this time, you won’t wake up in your world.

(You won’t wake again)

The last of what Oikawa Tooru will feel - loss, desperation, pain, despair - comes out in a cry, a short gasp that cuts the curtains of summer to pave way for winter’s relentless strike, dispersing to the howling winds alongside all the remnants of you as you disappear right before his very eyes.

(Even when in front of him, he is unable to prevent you from disappearing just like she did)

Like sand between his fingers, only crueler and emptier, Oikawa is forced by reality to watch as you leave him - a second time in a short time, scattering to infinity’s chasm.

(Once again, there is no body to bury)

In the last ghosts of you that glitter between the harsh space of his hands, all that remains is that stupid bracelet with the equally stupid tree charm he gave you.

It taunts him, with silver glinting like starlight in the sun - a remorseless reminder of you and his regrets of ever giving it to you.

It feels heavier than anything he’s ever held in his numb hands, outweighing the burdens of the crown. The ghost of her. The regrets of you.

He grips the bracelet with a vengeance, edges of the charm digging into his palm, and he wants nothing more than to throw it away! Shatter it into dust! - the same dust you have been reduced to.

It could have been the delusions of grief wrought by denial, but for one fleeting moment that feels like infinity, Oikawa thought he felt...you. The essence of your magic - your soul - lingering...

In the quarter of a second it took for his eyes to swing down to the bracelet, hope bloomed once more in his chest, only for it to be ripped and crushed in the three quarters that followed.

What he thought was the essence of you in the bracelet revealed itself to be cold silver, laughing in his shaking hand. A figment of his desperate mind, working against him.

He saw you, watched you, as you dwindled and vanished.

Felt you trickle away as surely as he felt the void that moved into his heart, filling the space that you used to fill. There is no uncertainty to be found, as much as Oikawa wishes it.

Summer surrounds him. Warm. Hot. Fuzzy. Bright. Free.

And Oikawa feels nothing except winter’s cold - your parting gift.

“I’m sorry.”

(An apology to Iwaizumi, he decides)

No, there is no hope, false or otherwise, for Oikawa here.

Please do spare a reblog if you enjoyed this or GWS! <3

[absoluteindulgence]

HC: Hot Girl Summer with the Boys

A/N: Hey y’all, I’m back... Let’s party. This is a magical world where the Rona has not taken over the world and summertime was filled with nothing but fun and bad choices ✌🏿. Sorry that it’s long, I had a lot of thoughts lmao. I hope you guys like this~ Characters are aged up⬆🆙

☀ 🌞Mirio🌞☀

Staying home reading a book... just fucking kidding

Mirio couldn't keep his ass still even if you told him to

This man is taking you all over the world, every amusement park to every ride.

Ever looked fear in the face? Well, being in front of every rollercoaster multiple times means you have.

His true daredevil nature comes out as you both try to see who will last longer going down the roller coaster

You've wanted to throw in the towel many times, but persevered, beating Mirio by a landslide. 

Due to all the crowded lines and the fact that you're heroes, everyone lets you skip. You try being modest, but it doesn't work as the other patrons say, "Not only are you my favorite heroes but my favorite couple. You deserve to have fun!"

The willingness of everyone approving of your vacation time is gratifying, to say the least.

After spending time doing all the extreme rides, You guys enjoy all the other stalls.

Ironic enough, Mirio comes across the win-a-prize games and swears to get you one.

You try to tell him not to worry, but that fires him up more. I guess in his blonde brain, he thinks you don't want one, so he wants to prove your cute ass wrong.

And oh boy, did he.

He had accurate precision: Throwing the ball in the cup, throwing the hoop onto the bottle, shooting the paper plate off entirely.

Mirio the Assassin confirmed

After managing to win 4 STUFFED ANIMALS, 3 are for you while 1 goes to Eri.

The feels right in the kokoro~

With enough wins under his belt, Mirio treats you to bubble tea and taiyaki. With no shame, you stuff your face happy to finally enjoy food that won't come up.

"Wow, this taiyaki sure is great! But nothing is as sweet as you, baby."

Heart: ABLAZE

This goofball can't even let you enjoy your food in silence. But his honest smile compliments the moment as your flushed cheeks puff from drinking your favorite thirst quencher.

The day ends with you walking around the amusement park, arms full of toys, and finding a unique spot to watch the marvel of the sunset.

As you hold hands, a glance is shared as you two share a passionate kiss.

❄Shouto🔥

You guys are spending a lot of time reading manga and going to cafes.

Shouto lives to see you get dressed up as you let your hair flow in the wind (no matter how long or short, he knows you like the cool air on your scalp. The smile that spreads across your face is contagious as he stares at you with a similar grin)

Your beauty leaves all the other pedestrians gawking as Shouto, nonchalant but proud holds your hand.

Some fans come up to take selfies with you guys and damn do the photos look good. 

Going to various cafes through Japan has been a bucket list that you've shared since your first date. Rating each and creating a rating system. When all other plans fail, the top-rated are the ones you'll go back to.

The day is mellow, leaving you to stay inside because you feel like it. Cuddling with Shouto has proved to be an all-time favorite.

His light snores turn into light conversations. He has a hard time opening his eyes since he feels secure in having you by his side.

When you finally wake up, you cook together, his fave ofc, Cold-ass Soba. (One time you pranked him by boiling the noodles in strawberry milk, and he retaliated by putting pepper in your tea. On that day, you learned not to come between a man and his soba)

When yearning for a little excitement, you drag Shouto to a karaoke bar

He tries not to get too involved, but then you play one of his favorite angsty songs, and he's singing like one of the greats

You can't tell me that Shouto wouldn't vibe to Linkin Park, 3 Days Grace or The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (Especially when he hated Endeavor to his core)

Shouto would give an excellent performance to Breaking The Habit, Home, and Face Down. I FEEL IT IN MY SPIRIT!!!

The only way you feel like you'll win…. Is if you rap Monster (Nicki's Verse ofc) or sing My Heart Will Go On lmao

Shouto thinks you're cheating tho because those are your trump cards when all else fails lmaooo

After the scream-singing match is done, you guys go home and drink a bunch of tea, hoping your voices aren't gone by the morning

💥Bakugou💥

If you're going to an amusement park, y'all going straight to the "horror" houses.

You guys usually go in to laugh at the horrible attempts to make you scared. Until there's that one jump scare that makes your heart leap out your chest.

You're breathless with the mocking laugh caught in your throat as you grip close to Katsuki's side.

This fiery bastard laugh gets even louder seeing you cower in embarrassment. Once he's done making fun of you, he kisses your forehead.

"About damn time, you move in close."

Now say you're not at an amusement park? You guys are going to the spa.

Not because you're tense but because it's always funny seeing Katsuki tense up when they try to butter him with complimentary things (thanks to being top heroes).

He hates going to public spaces and getting stuff for free. He wants to pay for the experience so that no one can say he takes advantage of his status.

Although it creates funny scenarios, you respect how committed he is.

His reasoning is that he's a citizen paying another citizen for their service.

Granted, if the service is excellent, the worker is guaranteed a tip (depending on the country since he likes to follow customs).

The funniest thing is him coming from Massage therapy, he's a big ol’ softie.

The cuddles are intense, and his face never changes from the color pink, and his smile is curved too high.

Onlookers seeing him smile are terrified, and yet you are smushing his face between your hands kissing him all over.

"You look so relaxed, Boomer, let's take a bath together~."

Coming back to his senses, he'll grit his teeth a little and retort, "I'm not a damn Boomer!"

He's not mad that you called him that he's just mad you said it in public LMFAO

🌋Kirishima🌋

You guys are spending most of your time at the beach, soaking in the sun and enjoying his thick ass hands rubbing sunscreen all over your body

Don't let him see you enjoying it, he might have to pull you away from the public and give you that good ole sea cucumber

But when he can't get your sweetness right away, he'll have to push his energy into something else

And ofc, Kiri has an active personality, and when you mix that with demolishing opponents while playing volleyball, you too get into your competitive mode.

Anyone playing against you guys will catch HELL. Some cried from the impact of the ball, hitting them. Some deserving for the shit-talking...

Others getting sincere apologies and an autograph or picture lmao

Everyone on the beach knows you two as the power couple, and you win the nicknames, Otters of the Sand.

After kicking so much ass, you guys enter an eating contest as a team. Everyone's surprised to see how many bowls you've cleared. The appetite is already built up, so you guys are willing to stuff your faces until you're waddling back to the hotel.

And with the stamina you've gained at UA, you made it happen. In Second place to Kiri. He basks in his crown, winning first place, and you guys happily waddle back to your hotel room, taking a shower together then cuddling.

Imagine you guys decide to stay lax the whole summer, video, and card games are the vibe.

You try hard to kick his ass in Smash and end up losing... No matter who you main. You even try random (3 times) and still lose.

"Wow, Babe, you're doing well for a sore loser. You almost got a 3 stock victory!"

His laugh ticks you off even though he's just teasing you, and you wanna switch the game. Even in the back of your head, you deem it pointless, but he still obliges you.

No tlk angy frm l0sng😡💢

When you've played your last game, you accept your defeat only to tickle him into submission.

He apologizes and wraps you into a bear hug smothering you in kisses.

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Sophie of Rostock Characters: The Rostock Family

A Little Background on the Rostock Family: The Rostock Family has been a noble family in the Wardenburg Region since 1506. They were once a rich powerful family until the 1730s, when Adolphus 13th Prince of Rostock joined in the coalition against the King of Wardenburg, who was trying to reunite the country. Adolphus lost majority of the family fortune fighting in a war against the King of Wardenburg. The current reigning Prince of Rostock is His Serene Highness Prince Joseph Frederick II, 15th Prince of Rostock, he has no children but has been married to Princess Louise of Vasa for 30 years, his heir is his nephew HSH Prince Gustaf of Rostock, 22 year old son of his brother the late Prince Heinrich. 

First Character: Her Serene Highness Princess Sophie Julianne Frederike of Rostock

Born in 1792, she is the eldest daughter of her parents HSH Prince Heinrich of Rostock and HRH Princess Viktoria of Norden Princess Heinrich of Rostock. She is also the twin sister of HSH Prince Louis Frederick. Sophie was a delight to her father when she was born, she was always his favorite. Sophie was always a bright girl, she learnt all of the languages of the SImtenent and read every piece of literature at the Castle’s library. Her father was stationed in Brunsfield near the North Sea in 1795, and so her family followed. She moved from Schloss Rostock at her uncle’s small court to the lonely city of Brunsfield. She lived at a fortified castle with her siblings and mother. Her mother, Viktoria was always cold to her, she wanted more from her and expected the best. Sophie was closest to her twin Louis Frederick and was jealous of her sister Maria Gisela who was her mother’s favorite. While in Brunsfield in 1806 she fell in love with a soldier who’s father was his officer. Her father sent Sophie to her grandmother, the Dowager Duchess of Norden’s court in Graz. Once her father died in 1807, her and her family returned home to Schloss Rostock. For the past two years, Sophie has been preparing for marriage and has been meeting suitors. She is yet to come out to court in Wardenburg, but with her mother’s wealthy and influential relatives she will be sure to catch someone.

Second Character: HRH Princess Viktoria of Norden, Dowager Princess Heinrich of Rostock

Princess Viktoria was born in 1768 to the reigning Duke and Duchess of Norden, her grandfather had been the King of Vasa and her grandmother a Grand Princess of Weimar. She had come form a powerful and influential family with relatives from all over the continent and in very powerful courts. Viktoria was her parent’s youngest, and the 6th daughter. She ended up marrying last and her parents chose HSH Prince Heinrich of Rostock who was far below her station. The Court was shocked once it was heard that Viktoria had stooped so low compared to the rest of her family which the reason is still not known. Her marriage with Prince Heinrich was quite happy but she was never in love with him. She had 10 children with him, and only 4 survived childhood. Her first surviving child, Prince Gustaf was born in 1788, 6 years after they had married. Rumor was that Heinrich was going to divorce Viktoria because his mistress had gotten pregnant before she had. Viktoria hated life in Brunsfield, she was a social girl who grew up in a massive court and disliked the lonely life there. Once her husband died she was quite relieved to return back to Schloss Rostock. She always expected the best from her children, especially Sophie whom she saw as the ticket from her life as a minor Wardenburgian Princess. She has been preparing Sophie for marriage for the past few years, and her entire life to be honest.

Third Character: HSH Princess Maria Gisela of Rostock

Princess Maria Gisela is the youngest of the Rostock siblings. She was born in 1794 in Brunsfield Castle. Maria Gisela has had a much more relaxed life compared to her sister. As she is the youngest she is not expected to marry for at least another two or three years and enjoys having lots of time before worrying about that. Maria Gisela like her sister also fell in love with a soldier, General Rudolf St.Josephs and it has been rumored she has slept with him, essentially ruining her reputation in Brunsfield but it had been covered up by Viktoria. Maria Gisela enjoys going on horse rides and enjoys the ballet in Rostock. 

Fourth Character: HSH Prince Gustaf of Rostock

Prince Gustaf was born in 1788, the first surviving child of his parents. He spent his younger years at Schloss Rostock under the care of his governess and later many tutors. Gustaf stayed with his uncle at Schloss Rostock while the rest of his family moved to Brunsfield. He has been raised as the heir of Rostock by his uncle and aunt who acted as his foster parents. In 1802, he joined his parents and family at Brunsfield where he lived until his father died. He did military training there where his father was a general. Once his father had died, he took responsibility for his family. He took control of the family’s finance and made the decision to go back to Schloss Rostock. In 1808, Prince Gustaf accompanied his second cousin Crown Prince Carl of Vasa on his journey to find a bride. The Crown Prince chose Princess Amelie of Cologne to be his wife. Meanwhile Prince Gustaf became engaged to Princess Elisabeth of Bremen in December. 

Fifth Character: Prince Louis Frederick of Rostock 

Prince Louis Frederick is the twin of Princess Sophie, and was born in 1792. Similarly to Prince Gustaf, he was taught by tutors in Brunsfield and trained to be a soldier. Since his father’s death, he has been going to college at Bremen. Louis Frederick is known as the “brains” of the family and has been studying for quite some years. While his brother was the “soldier” he has been the “philosopher” of the family. He has always been more concerned with academics and has bonded with his sister Sophie over literature. 

Sixth Character: HRH Princess Helene of Vasa, Dowager Duchess of Norden

Born into the powerful Vasa Royal Family which controls the Northern Sea, she was seen as a powerful political figure. As she was the only daughter of the King of Vasa, she had married the Duke of Norden, nephew of the King of Wardenburg and son of the Grand Princess of Weimar who held major political ties to foreign countries. Her marriage cemented an alliance between the two countries and settled that Vasa controlled the Northern Sea. She is a very traditional and old fashioned woman, she grew up in a Royal Court and is extremely well versed in Court Manor. Since her husband died she has become the leading lady at the Norden Court. Most of her children married incredibly well, marrying Archdukes, HRH’s, Princes/Princesses, and Grand Princes. Viktoria was incredibly disappointed in the choice she had made for her daughter Viktoria, and has been financially supporting her family for the past few years. Viktoria now hopes to fix her mistake with Viktoria by marrying her granddaughter Sophie to a powerful family. She has given up hope for Maria Gisela and has already had a small victory for Gustaf’s engagement. 

anyway so these are going to be the main characters for the majority of part one! There will be more main characters but I do not want to give them away because it would be a spoiler! So the story will begin in April of 1809!