#“STOP IT! DON'T TOUCH ME!” -🍎

[livbeeapples]

Hey Livy

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[stoned-frog]

💛🍎Alternate Dreamtale thoughts🍎💜

The apple incident actually goes different somehow and before Nightmare can eat enough apples to transform Dream catches him and teleports them to another au. He doesn't know how he did that, he just knows he wanted to save his brother and that's the only thing that mattered, but now they can't come back. They're far from home in an au they don't know and can't go back because they don't know how. But their home is destroyed anyway, the tree is dead, their mother is dead, they both felt it. Dream doesn't blame his brother for any of it, it wasn't his fault, he knew it even when Nightmare didn't.

From that point, the two twins travel to find their place in the multiverse with no knowledge of who they are supposed to be now, they never stay apart, they don't want to have opposite roles like they did before, that led to a disaster. So they're always together, always touching, or at least can always see each other. When they walk they hold hands, they sleep hugging, they shower together. Even if a task or activity seems boring to one they will always go if the other wants, for example some festivals they encounter in aus, Dream always wants to go see and talk to people but Nightmare prefers to stay behind, so he just holds on to Dream's hand the entire time and walks around with him quietly, Dream pays no mind, he's just happy he can feel Nightmare at all times and doesn't force him to interact with others if he doesn't want to or Nightmare wants to explore the woods or try hunting to get some food (they don't need food but it's good to taste something every couple years) and Dream is scared but he will always go, wrapped around Nightmare's arm or hidden behind him, digging his fingertips in Nightmare's shoulders.

They only have each other, they can only trust each other. No one else could ever understand them. They treat each other almost like the same person, or a set of two that's never supposed to separate, that will stop working if separated. They're trying to be equal to each other in every way possible to never have that imbalance they experienced in Dreamtale. They share everything, books, clothes, food. The hypothetical friends they might have made think it's weird and are annoyed that they can never have alone time with one of them but the twins are always so confused or get defensive

"why do you only want to speak to me?" "He is always with me I can't just leave him" "do you just want to separate us or something?!" "Do we ever get bored of each other? No, why would we?" "Yes we sleep together, that's not weird! You're weird!"

They never stay friends for long anyway, either because of the twins' inseparable nature or their constant travel making them distant. They don't need them. They only need each other. They will never be apart again. No one will separate-

The twins of balance

[cherubmm]

🍎☪⇢ ˗ˏˋ INJURIES ࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: PASSIVE.nightmare

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive Thoughts. Delusional mindset. Abandonment issue implied. Self-harm(?). Violence mention. Gashlight hinted. Vague whether the relationship is platonic or romantic (up to the reader's interpretation). Not-proofread. OOC. Reader was referred to as a 'prince' once

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : cherbmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Deciding to use my own prompt instead from now on since i just realize that majority of my writing doesn't even align with the actual prompt.

Nightmare sat silently beneath the towering Tree of Feelings, his body aching from head to toe. The sharp pain in his ankle told him it might be damaged. His dark, torn clothes clung to him, barely holding together after another beating he'd endured. Scars lined his form from head to toe, and fractured bones peeked through disheveled fabric from rough handling. His gaze remained low, a dull, pained expression clouding his usual soft demeanor.

Then came your voice, sharp but full of concern, breaking through his haze. "Seriously, what's gotten into you?" you muttered, frowning as you knelt beside him, your hands working deftly to patch him up.

A rough bandaid was pressed against his cheekbone, causing nightmare to flinch as a small whimper escaping his lips. Your touch, although gentle compared to what he’d endured earlier, still sent little jolts of pain through his body. You were frustrated, he could tell, and you weren’t holding back.

"You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up, nightmare," you grumbled, continuing to work. Your fingers were slightly rough as you cleaned a particularly nasty gash on his arm. "If I find out who did this—" you trailed off, your voice dropping to a near growl, "I swear I’ll make them eat more than a dirt."

The threats were half-hearted, yet there was an unmistakable edge to them that made him feel... safe, in a strange way. "I... I just—" he began, his meek voice barely rising above the rustling leaves, but you cut him off with another sharp retort.

As your hands continued their work, wrapping bandages around his arms with deliberate motions, Nightmare found himself staring off into the distance, His thoughts began to drift as you continued to aid on his injuries.

'Why do I keep doing this?' he thought bitterly, heart heavy with guilt and self-loathing. Those villagers… always hated him, fear him and don't want to do anything with him.

but you're different, you... stayed.

Nightmare clenched his fists. He hated making you worry, but at the same time, the thought of involving you terrified him. If those villagers ever found out you were close to him… stars, he couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt. They would do far worse to you, and that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

...So, he let them beat him. Let them take out their anger on him, use him as their punching bag. All so he could come back to you and see the way your brows furrowed in concern. All so you would patch him up, focus on him more.

A selfish part of him enjoyed it—not the pain directly—, enjoyed how much attention you gave him when he returned bruised and broken. He felt bad about it, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop. You were the only good thing in his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize how quiet he had become until a particularly rough tug on his arm made him flinch back into reality. You were wrapping a strip of silk tightly around his forearm to cover the broken bone beneath.

"Too many injuries," you grumbled, your eyes narrowing in frustration. "Damnit, nightmare— why are you not saying anything to me..?!"

The latter flinched once more, staying silent than necessary as his gaze stayed fixed on your face. You were frowning, lips twisted in frustration, your brows furrowed in anger. You looked absolutely furious, like you were ready to burn the entire village to the ground.

Nightmare blinked, momentarily disoriented as he focused on your face, taking in every detail. Despite the clear anger plastered across your features, you looked... beautiful. Ethereal, even. His eye lights flickered, a deep purple blush creeping across his cheekbones. His metamorphic heart began to pound, fast and hard. He couldn’t help but stare at you, utterly entranced

You looked like an angel to him— his very-own guardian angel.

'How could anyone be so beautiful?' His mind whispered before abruptly stopping as another wave of embarrassment washed over him. 'stop it. Stop thinking like that!' he scolded himself, He felt ashamed for even thinking this way, knowing you were only doing this because you cared for him as a friend. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding in.

He quickly averted his gaze, his eyes darting to the grassy ground. Nightmare snapped his gaze away from you, staring down at the ground where his book lay open in the grass. It was an old story—one about a prince and a beast.

He hadn’t finished it yet, but the scene that stuck with him the most was the prince, leaning down to kiss the beast and break the curse, turning them into a beautiful princess.

His mind wandered again, and suddenly, he imagined you as the prince. And him? Well, he’d be the beast, of course. A cursed creature, waiting for someone to save him, waiting for you to...

...

Another layer purple flush dusted his cheekbones. It's a surprise you still haven't noticed it at this point (or maybe, you choose to ignore it). The thought made his entire face flush purple, his bones tingling with a strange warmth. 'What’s wrong with me?' He felt his soul twist in embarrassment, heat rising in his skull. 'This is so stupid, so embarrassing!'

“Hey, are you zoning out again?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, pulling him back once more. Nightmare blinked rapidly, feeling the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled. His voice was small, meek.

Ⓒ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐦 ──── 10/15/24 Navigation | Masterlist

[meloarto-me]

Hello sweet 🍬🍭cheeks may I have a request for Jason, bo, vincent, lester, michael, Thomas, Bubba, and brams with, S/O who really cares about them and has the character and attitude that is very suitable to be a wife. Not forgetting their sweet lips which always managed to make them kiss those lips AND ALSO SEXY.

You are free to ignore this request of mine. Plus I really like every story you make.

This sweet is just for you sweet cheeks 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍌🍉🍇🍓🫐🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍🥝🥨🧇🥞🍧🍨🍦🥧🧁🍰🎂🍮🍭🍬🍿🍫🍩🍪

LOVE YOU

Hhehehe! I like this idea! English is not my language.

Slasher with s/o who is fit for a wife and gives them lots of love.

Michael Myers

- I feel like at home?

- He hasn't felt love since he was in the institution.

-But having you by my side I feel this strange emotion called Love.

- Your sweet behavior will make his heart stop more than once.

-You made him dinner and waited for him? He won't admit it, but it made his heart weary.

- Hug him, ask for help with typically masculine things? I feel important and loved!

-He even started thinking about getting engaged to you.

-But he also loves when you kiss him sexually or not.

-The feeling of your lips on his body sends shivers down my spine.

-He also loves it when those sweet lips of yours do sinful things to him.

-Or moan his name like a prayer.

-God, why are you so perfect for him?" you make me feel more normal and loved.

Jason Voorhees

-I feel loved!

- You give him so much love and home warmth that his cold heart bursts with love and warmth.

- He will be such a cuddle for you that every stuffed animal hides.

-Your home warmth ignites family relations in it.

-Thought he would propose to you. his mom would like it.

- You're perfect for a wife.

-But your mouth.

-God melts as soon as your lips touch his skin.

-Always trembles when you kiss and touch him.

-Just looking at your lips makes me have sexual thoughts.

-When this happens, he runs away to the forest to calm down.

Brahms Heelshire

- You started as his babysitter so he already saw those domestic qualities in you.

-you were jealous of the doll. he wanted you to kiss him, not a doll!!!

-he loved your food, eyes, style, laundry, cleaning. everything about you and about you.

-Your love made him start a little but it helps you a little.

-Home wife, god loved it.

-But your lips and goodnight kisses.

-I'll tell you it jumped on something other than just one goodnight kiss.

Bubba

-You survived because you were perfect to take care of their home.

-Imagine how messy and muck there was.

-You've gone to work ever since.

-Bubba watched your actions from the sidelines and felt your heart beat every time you looked at him with a smile.

-You were cooking and Bubba was sure he was in love with you.

-He already knew you would be his wife.

-But when did you kiss him for the first time? God. he was in heaven.

-Your mouth drove him crazy.

-You turned him on and you didn't even do anything."

-He had to deal with the problem for a while. please leave him alone for now.

Thomas Hewitt

- whatever, but he knew you'd be the perfect wife.

-he knew it from the moment you helped Luddy May in the shop.

"But when did you start showing love to him?"

-It melted.

-Love for you grew involuntarily.

Your family already considered you a member of the family.

-But Thomas secretly thought you were the perfect wife for him.

- She'll tell you one evening.

-Do you want to excite him?

-kiss his hands, tell him how strong and beautiful he is.

-I don't promise you won't scream his name tonight.

Bo Sinclair

-At first he had a plan to take you to the basement in his workshop, but when you started talking to him with such love in your voice.

- He's held off for now.

He let you into the house and told you to stay there.

-He came back in the evening and was in complete shock to find the house tidy, dinner ready and you talking to Vincent.

-Can you feel jealous? maybe a little?

-But it passed quickly when you ran up to him, asked how his day was.

-Did you offer dinner, back massage, beer?

-God.

- You were perfect and you knew each other for one day.

-It took him a while to admit to himself that he loves you.

-Another plus about you is those plump lips.

-Bo loves to kiss, to see on his body.

-But he loves it best when they're wrapped around his cock.

Vincent Sinclair

-How did it come about in your home behavior?

-he himself don't know.

-It just kind of worked out.

You treated him normally

You didn't judge, you wanted to spend time with him.

- you kept it clean, you prepared the food.

-Even his brothers liked you.

-He fell in love with the feeling of your lips on his.

- He even noticed that he often painted them in different situations.

"When there's more going on between you two, she'll kiss you fervently."

-You have his lips on yours all the time

[livelaughlovesubs]

Oooh I just remembered, one night I dreamt about a man (I don't know who but he looked like Toji) I was massaging but he was extra sensitive and had an erection (and I kissed him at the end it was the best dream of my life)

I wrote it with details but it stopped before the really good part so what do you think about I put an ask with my dream and you finish it (to make it like it's real, don't know if you understand) ?

Since I don't know who the man is you could consider him as Toji or not I'm ok with whatever

-🍎

Sure love, you were giving him a massage, and kissed at the end? Got it, however I wasn’t sure how to approach this, but I hope it still suit your tastes

And it’s sfw, wow damn, I don’t write that often

You spaced out a little, something that happens often when this man comes into your salon. What is it about him, that keeps making you daydream? Due to your low concentration, you accidentally kneaded his sore shoulders too roughly, applying too much pressure. He let out a low growl, probably due to the pain. “I’m sorry! Are you alright?” You immediately asked, his body twitched together at your action. “I’m fine, don’t mind me.” The man said, but he was shifting uncomfortably. “I’m really sorry, it won’t happen again.” Then, you continued massaging him, though you couldn’t help stealing glances at his body. Due to you being a sport massage expert, you’ve seen your share of well build people, but he was on another level. Usually, when they are this fit, they have a private massager, though you are by no means complaining.

“Sir, should I do your back as well? Or move on to your legs?” He ordered a full body massage. You are a professional, so you won’t get embarrassed because of it, but it’s still a little, strange. “… legs first.” “Alright!” Slowly you made your way over to the other side, when something caught your eye. Ah, how awkward, he was having a tent. What do to, you should just ignore it and act as if you didn’t see anything, right? Then you took another sneak peek at the man, his eyes were widened as well, and his ears were a little redder then before. Guess he didn’t notice it until now too. Then your gazes locked, you looked away as soon as you felt him stare and went to grab some massage oil.

When you came back, you smiled innocently again, trying to act ignorant. “Sir, may I-” “you saw, right?” What the, you were trying to act oblivious for his sake, so why is he bringing it up now? “What? I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, now shall I continue with the massage?” God, just what did you do wrong to deserve this. “Come here.” He ordered you to him, and if he wasn’t your client you definitely wouldn’t have listened. “What is, good sir?” “Don’t act dumb with me, I know you saw. So…” “sir, you aren’t implying that I should help you with your problem, right?” Sure he was handsome, but this is too far. “No, no.. just, give me some alone time, please.” Ah, so that’s what he was getting at. Alright, good to know he wasn’t a creep.

You could see that he was embarrassed, and since you were so close to him, you could see his features very clearly. He did looked pretty good, and how is his skin so smooth? Subconsciously, you leaned too much into him, your nose almost touched his. “Ah..huh?” Then you snapped out of it again. “Oh, sorry. I apologise.” What was wrong with you today, why were you so out of it? “It’s alright, I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me.” Now he was taking you by surprise, he must have thought your weird antics were a try to kiss him. Isn’t that sexual assault though? Wait, not when he allows you to. Or is this a prank? You were so surprised, you didn’t know how to answer. It’s like you froze, and he took that opportunity to kiss you instead. It must have been only a quick kiss on the lips, but it felt like eternity, as if time stopped when you two came into contact. He is messing with you, he definitely was.

After he pulled away, you just went back to his legs and started applying the massage oil. “I’ll finish up your massage quickly, afterwards I might have some time to kill.”

[oya-oya-okay]

Hi! Came to pop in & hopefully it will work! ^^; so this might be a test but I also thought this be cute to ask since I’m already in love with your art & OC sooooooo… how does Shishio react to being in love & how does he handle it? I just imagine blushy face & tsun vibes. ^^

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR INTEREST IN SHISHIO😭😭😭 Its very cute💕💕💕💘💘💘 Actually, I figured out how Shishio would fall in love with Epel!😊

It's going to be a long "acceptance" stage. Initially, Shishio will not understand why his heart stops at the sight of Epel, why he worries that they will accidentally touch hands and the like!!💓💓💓

He will really go crazy because this will be the first time he has fallen in love with someone😳 He likes Epel because of his sincerity in feelings and desires, he loves Epel in any of its manifestations (when he behaves cool or when he behaves "aesthetically" and calmly✨)

After Shishio admits that he has FALLEN IN LOVE, he will just accept it💘 I don't think he will dare to confess to Epel, he will just always express his love and try to spend time with him and support him!!!💕💕💕💕 (at least until Epel falls in love with Shishio himself. But I haven't thought about it yet😳😳😳😳😳😳)

Just a doodle when Shishio falls in love with Epel even more<3 (Epel did something that Vil didn't like🙃)

Someday I will draw how Shishio fell in love with Epel 🧇💘🍎 And also more of their interactions so that you can get to know their dynamics better!!💕💗 It annoys me that I write too much, sorry😬😬😬

[lovclwnsz]

upcoming LIVE is...

WALLY DARLING, romantic headcannons (by yours truly)

this piece of media is NOT proof read!!

cw: none!

🍎— "his favorite area(s) to kiss you are on the backside of your hand, nose and cheek !! but most of the time when he tries to kiss you he pretty much just eats your face for a couple seconds

🍎—"is NOT good at baking or cooking by himself. the best you can get is a barely recognizable cupcake that's a softer form of a hardened brick. he works really hard on it though, and gets sad if you don't like it :( most of the time however, asks Poppy or sometimes you for help if you're good at, or have the general basis down on how to use the barely touched kitchen in his Home

🍎— "if he discovers that you're pretty good at doing people's hair, i.e cosmetology or something like that, you're going to be damned if he goes even a day without asking you to help him do it whether it goes the slighest bit undone, or god pray that it wasn't raining while Wally just so happened to leave his umbrella at Home let alone be outside (the one time that it got REALLY messed up, a burning feeling of 12 different hair spray brands was all you could smell and smell like for a near week. let's just say you had to be quarantined for a bit so everyone stopped coughing when you walked or just be in the area. Wally remains without any smell of it once so ever

🍎— "not a single person can tell nor convince me that wally himself is without a hated texture. i may not know what, but he does and i will fist fight god to my grave believing that. one i think he particularly dislikes the most is very scratchy surfaces, or things like paper textures (do not ask why but every paper has a different texture and some make me want to self-implode and return to the core of the earth.)

🍎— "y'know how some people will go on full silent mode if you place a type of media in front of them like soccer dads with a game or something? wally can go full on HOURS watching (assuming that this takes place in present time because i'm sweating trying to find 70s shows i think he'd like) Is It Cake, Golden Girls, and old sitcoms

thank you for watching viewer, and we will see you next time!

[hees-mine]

stop 🔴❌0🍎🆘️ don't touch me there 😑😑😶😑😉😑😣 this is my no no square🙅‍♂️⛔🙅‍♀️⏹🔳◽🔳⏹

Why is there a winking face emoji in there 🤣😭

[alpaca-clouds]

Let's do this thing, Alex! :)

🍎, 🥝, 🍉

Alright. I am going ahead. Again with The lesser Evil.

🍎  Share a scene where a character is tempted by something/someone

"I wanted to talk with you once more," the king said. "Just the two of us without the temperament of your one companion."

"Of course, my Leash," Adrian muttered.

"He is not a knight, is he?"

"He is not," Adrian admitted.

"I thought so." Much to Adrian's surprise the king got up. "It was quite unwise of you to attack my most honored mage."

Adrian bit his tongue, to not confront the man about the mage's madness. He would not get through to Corvinus and he knew it. No, he needed to play his cards right. "Maybe not. But even you have to see that sending a demon army out onto Europe will have disastrous consequences."

"Frederick should've thought about this, before he broke his promise," the king said, as he went over to the window to look at the moon.

There was something about him. He smelled of magic. Not of brimstone, as the mage had done, but not good, either. It was the smell of bloody meat, fresh from the slaughter. But magic, no doubt.

"I wanted to talk to you about Wallachia," Corvinus now said, turning around to Adrian. "About your original… proposition."

"What original proposition?" Adrian frowned. He had the feeling he would not like, where this was going.

"What you have told is the truth? It was you, who killed Dracula?"

"It is. Me and my two companions stopped him." Because there had been no other way.

"That makes for a fine story, you know?"

"It is the truth!"

"That is not what I mean." The man turned around to him. "Wallachia has no more king—and not many members of the noble families either, from all I hear."

Adrian stared at Corvinus, not quite able to follow his logic.

"The poor people of Wallachia have suffered so greatly under Dracula's attack," Corvinus continued. "So many dead. So many starved. And now they are being governed by the godless people from the East. Those filthy Ottoman's." He spat out the name of that empire. "Even though the good people of Wallachia deserve peace, as you've said. They should be freed, should they not?"

Adrian hesitated. It was of course the story under which's guise they had even gotten to the court in the first place. The truth was, of course, that Ottoman rule was as good as any. To the people it did not really make a difference, especially as the Ottoman's had not really fought for the land, had just taken it, as there had been no one left to defend it. "I suppose," he still said.

A smile played around the king's lips. "I don't think the campaign against their 'Holy Roman Empire' will take too long. By the end of winter, Austria-Hungary will be reunited. I was thinking, we could indeed help you afterwards. Help you to retake the land of Wallachia. You see, King Radu had been a close friend of mine, may he rest in peace. And without barely anyone of noble blood remaining in Wallachia… The land needs a king, don't you think?"

It was only slowly that Adrian understood. He shook his head in disbelieve. "You want me to be king?"

"It would make for a good story," Corvinus said. "The man who killed his own father to save the good people of Wallachia. A true hero." Corvinus returned to his throne. "You would of course swear your fealty to me, of course, give some of your taxes to the Hungarian throne."

🥝  Share a scene where a character fails at something

The attacks did not even touch the man, Trevor realized. But how. He had no fangs. He had not pointed ears. The guy wasn't a vampire. So how was he keeping up with Adrian's speed? How was he keeping up with Sypha's magic to top it all off?

A cough rose in Trevor's throat as maybe it shouldn't surprise him, that he was coughing blood. Just a minor internal injoury. Nothing to worry about.

Somehow he managed to get back onto his legs, though he was still staggering. Shit. What were they supposed to do now?

Then something glittering creeped across the ground. Ice. Another spell. This one the mage had not seen coming, as his feet suddenly struggled for purchase. He was loosing his balance, just as Adrian's next attack hit him right in the head, sending him flying. Adrian was not letting off, though, jumping after him, hitting him again, again and again, just as the wall behind the man was starting to crumble. Only when blood started spluttering onto the ground, Adrian stopped, floating in the air like a deadly angel, while the mage fell down.

"Ouch," Trevor muttered, as he saw what was left of the mage's face. Then Adrian was by his side.

"Are you okay?"

"You know me," Trevor grunted. "I am one sturdy bastard." Even though he was still tasting blood in his mouth. He looked over to Sypha, who was back on her feet as well, coming over to them.

"So, I guess this is done," she muttered.

But it was not easy like that. It never was, was it? There were heavy steps on the hallway floor. Several heavy steps coming towards them and Trevor knew all-too well what that meant. "We're gonna get some company."

He was right, of course, as several knights entered the hallway from both sides. Had they been waiting this entire time? Because otherwise they had the most awful timing. Their gazes only briefly flickered over to the clearly dead mage, before they raised their weapons.

"You are under arrest!" The man with the most badged shouted. "For attacking Lord Bluebeard."

Trevor chuckled, knowing fully well this wasn't the right situation for that. "And killing him…"

It turned out, though, that he was not the only one chuckling. There was a deep chuckle coming just from behind them and as Trevor turned around, he found the mage back on his feed again. His face was still bloody bashed in and yet he was standing, that what was left of his lips curved into a smile. "Did you know?" he asked, just as his face was slowly plopping back into place, once again getting the flawless appearance of the man with the icy blue eyes. Though his steps were not as powerful as they had been before, he walked over to them, disappointment showing in his eyes. "It is too bad, really. I thought you might understand," he said to them, before nodding towards the guards. "Take them to the dungeon."

Walking through the standing guards he shook his head. "This continent will burn. I all has to burn…"

🍉 Share a scene where your character is happy or excited

May 7th, 1429

As the sun was rising, the English were fleeing over the river towards the city, as the people were throwing down stones. They had taken the English fort, had taken the bridgehouse as well. She had let them, had lead the people into battle, into victory. There were not many places the English could run and they very well knew it.

She was holding her sword in one hand and the banner in the other. The rain clouds had drifted away during the early morning hours so that her white banner was once again catching the golden rays of the sun. A shining beacon for all who believed.

Her gaze was directed towards the fleeing English, as her eyes once more were sparkling with determination. She raised her sword as if calling to battle, only that she did not call.

She did not need to, as in the next moment the timbers that had been used to enforce the bridge were breaking. One at first, then the others. There were screams, as the English were falling to the water, in their armor utterly unable to swim. There were screams as the men were drowning, just as the French were standing by the rivers side.

It was as if God had decided that this battle was finally over. It was as if she had been right all along.

The shout came up between the peasants at first, but quickly spread through their ranks. "We've won! We've won! Long live France. Long live the holy maiden."

And she, she was standing there, her banner reflecting the sun. Determined. Pure. Couragous.

On that Thursday morning Gilles knelt in front of her for the first time.

[livbeeapples]

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN CHALLENGE.     ›  Day Twenty-Seven

[ Valentino ]

27. Pick a character from one of their favourite Halloween movies and write a small interaction/drabble between them and your muse.

Val isn't really a horror movie kind of guy but I recently watched someone play Dead Rising 2 and fucking TK would get on with him so well sooooo I'm running with that. The fic is 733 words long, and so it's going to be under a cut for length. The worst cw is smoking.

Rounding a corner, Tyrone hit a wall of sweet, red, cherry-scented smoke like it was an actual wall. Immediately it set him to coughing, and he had to cover his mouth with one hand to try and inhale something else. The smoke smelt different, felt different, than what he was used to. It felt warm, it felt like a caress, it felt like—

A hand! 

There was a huge, spidery, black hand reaching out of the smoke and touching his face! Tyrone had but a second to react, and what he did end up doing surprised him. Smacking the hand away from him, he let out a gasp of horror as the rest of the creature, robed in alarm bell red, twisted into view.

He first noticed those glowing, hot pink eyes, slits in a periwinkle face behind–Sunglasses? Gold-framed, heart-shaped, pink lenses glinted in the low light of the maintenance tunnel. A tall red... Thing? Hat! A tall red hat with a wide brim flopped around its head as two long stalks, one thin and twiggy in a heart-shaped pattern, and the other long and feathered with the same motif, lifted in agitation.

“You don't like whatcha see, Baby?” A surprisingly handsome voice leered at him from behind glowing pale red teeth—With a gold tooth, he noted, “I promise you this, Sweet Thing, I was quite a looker when I was alive.”

When he was alive?

Out of the frying pan and into the fucking inferno, apparently. Tyrone glanced behind him and decided to take his chance on the thing that was capable of speech.

“Man, we don't got time for this shit, those— They're comin', and they'll send you right back where you came from.” The human took the too-long, too-big hand still in the air where his face had been and bolted without thinking. 

Two corners, this time, were turned with a steady clicking of the exceedingly tall man's (?) heels. Until he felt they were alone enough, Tyrone wasn't going to stop moving, and it seemed his unwitting passenger was just along for the ride. Whatever was behind him, Tyrone would deal with later. If something was going to kill him, it would be the infected. Whatever this thing was, this guy, he thought, was at least someone he could reason with. There was no reasoning with the infected.

When they were finally a safe distance from the hoard of zombies behind them, Tyrone finally came to a stop, winded. It seemed the thing tagging along with him was, too, if the loud wheezing and coughing to his right said anything.

“The fuck...” Tyrone finally began, looking up from where he held his knees in both hands, “Are you?”

“Sure is a rude-ass thing to ask someone you just fuckin’ met.” The creature snapped, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward on his knees.

“You're not human, are you?" The human asked, narrowing his eyes, and the demon before him laughed, straightening up to his natural, impossible height. Tyrone didn't know just how tall, but this thing—guy—was huge.

”I'm not anymore, no, Baby. You got a couple more questions before you wear out my patience. Daddy don't got all damn day, now.”

“Daddy?” Tyrone's voice was flat, and the creature sighed.

“How about I introduce myself, Baby? Valentino, Overlord of lust and depravity in Hell.”

“Hell? Demons?!“ Tyrone whipped around in a circle, hands on his head, elbows tented, ”Fucking shit, man, like I need this bullshit.“ He tapped his chest, and Valentino's head lifted when he heard a familiar sound of fabric paper.

”Got somethin' you need to unload, Baby? Daddy loves money. You give me what you got and I'll triple it when you die.“ He held out a hand, ”Deal?“

Tyrone narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing that hand before his brain caught up to him. Grabbing Val's hand, he shook it eagerly, readily willing to make triple what he had on his person.

”Deal!“ It sounded too good to be true because it was. Pulling the bag off his shoulder and emptying the cash out of his pockets into it, he handed the bag over to the other man, watching him shoulder it without a single problem.

”See you in Hell, Baby~“ Valentino purred, disappearing suddenly in another cloud of red, cherry-scented smoke. 

Tyrone didn't know exactly how short his time before seeing Valentino was going to be, unfortunately.

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Recently Read Fics - May 2022

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! ❤️

🥭 Satellite by @wabadabadaba (349, G)

I'm in an LA mood

I don't wanna talk to you

She said, "Give me a day or two"

🍓 So Happy (To Be Here With You Right Now) by @tommokat (651, NR)

Harry and Louis scroll through the 2022 Met Gala looks.

🥝 Are You Thorny, Baby? by @homosociallyyours (2k, NR)

When Louis stops in to buy flowers for Lottie’s birthday, he thinks he’s just stumbled upon a hip flower shop. Meeting Harry is just a bonus.

🍊 broken elbow, karma rules by @harrysmaison (2k, NR)

louis fractures his elbow which causes the unleash of drama queen harry. chaos ensues

🍉 The Twenty Four Hour Cafe by @londonfoginacup (3k, NR)

“You might want to slow down a bit,” Louis says. The boy looks up at him with wide eyes.

Like, really wide eyes.

Like, maybe he needs to blink more.

“How many have I had?” the boy asks. His voice is deep and ridiculously slow, even as his eyes are the size of the moon and his hands are shaking as he pours the creamer in with barely a glance at it.

🍋 a little bit of lavender to help you sleep the whole night through by @bottomhaztoplou (3k, T)

Harry felt fuzzy and floaty, drifting in and out of waking. He felt ghostly touches, then warmth surrounding him, the air bathed with a delicious scent. He reached out for the warmth and wrapped himself around it. He shivered, feeling tingly and shaky in the best of ways as he inhaled the yummy scent – an alpha. An alpha was what was keeping him warm and smelled so good.

Danger was the last thing to cross Harry’s mind. No, he felt safe, so safe. Good omega, he heard vaguely. He smiled. Yes, he was a good omega.

🍎 your best fake smile by @louandhazaf (6k, G)

Harry reluctantly agrees to a first date with Louis at Coney Island.

🍑 when we get intimate by @rainblou (6k, E)

Harry is asexual. It becomes a problem when his heat arrives and Louis, his alpha, doesn't know.

🍒 The Bandits of Sherwood Forest by @chaotic-bells (8k, T)

A long, long time ago, good Queen Anne of England departed on a long journey to explore distant lands.

During her absence, Princess Gemma, Queen Anne’s eldest daughter, was meant to rule. However, the Crown’s advisor usurped the crown and named himself King Simon Cowell of England.

Louis Tomlinson and his band of merry men were the people’s only hope. They robbed from the rich to feed the poor, and were beloved by all of England during these terrible times.

There has been a heap of legends and tall tales about him… But this is the story of what really happened in Sherwood Forest.

...A Robin Hood AU

🥭 Waiting by @allwaswell16 (10k, E)

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

🍓 I Still Crave It by @germericangirl (16k, E)

Louis is an independent omega, who doesn't need or want an alpha. When he becomes ill and meets alpha Harry, he agrees to let him take care of him and quickly gets addicted to his scent. Once he feels better though, he keeps making up lies so that the alpha continues scenting him.

🥝 Like How I Pictured It by @parmahamlarrie (17k, E)

Louis Tomlinson hasn’t always been blind. As a child, his vision was impaired, but he had hopes that there would be years before he lost his sight completely. Before the darkness, he had a normal childhood running around alongside his best friend, Harry Styles. When Harry moved away as a teenager, Louis was lost in more ways than one.

What will happen when a chance encounter brings the two together again? What will happen when he finally asks for his something great?

🍊 Through the Chaos and the Calm by @fearlesslysweetcreature (25k, E)

Harry had thought he’d been prepared for his first solo tour, and in some ways it is exactly what Harry expected. But in other ways it’s entirely different. It’s lonelier than he remembered, all the waiting around backstage, the endless hours on tour buses, the days he’s so tired he thinks he could melt into the asphalt of a rest stop in the middle of America and happily stay there forever, and the nights he’s too keyed up to sleep. It’s alienating. He feels unmoored, drowning in all of his too-big emotions. Without the chaos of four other boys to keep him distracted, to keep him grounded, he’s afraid it's only a matter of time until he loses himself in it for good.

But then there’s Louis. Through it all, there’s still Louis. Waiting for Harry at the end of every show, ready with a bottle of water and sweet words of praise, beside him in dressing rooms, challenging him to ping pong tournaments to pass the long, empty, waiting hours, and holding him through the restless nights, soothing him with reassurances that he’s there, that he understands, and promising that he will never, ever, let Harry truly get lost.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

A collection of timestamps spanning the 2017 leg of Love on Tour.

🍉 never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same by @onlyforbravest (27k, T)

Harry and Louis have relied on each other for over two years now, always turning to each other every time they need anything from touch to pheromones. But after Harry's omega unexpectedly causes him to drop in the pub, their relationship is no longer the same.

🍋 All Out of Love by @sun-tomato (32k, G)

Harry is a Cupid, who work their magic on a different plane, invisible to humans. Harry is good at love. Harry loves love. Unfortunately, Harry can be a bit clumsy, and sometimes he gets a little distracted.

While on a mission to match Liam and Zayn, the distraction comes in the shape of Louis Tomlinson – an overworked and underloved man trying way too hard to do everything himself.

Everywhere Harry turns, he sees Louis.

That wouldn’t really be a problem except that Harry’s fairly sure Louis sees him, too.

🍎 Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie (41k, E)

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

🍑 Nothing Better (Your Skin On Mine) by @chloehl10 (43k, E)

Omega Louis and Alpha Harry have never met.

Ending up in Australia at the same time was a coincidence.

Ending up with each other's cases was fate.

Falling in love was destiny.

🍒 we should open up (before it’s all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface (43k, M)

Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.

Then he meets Louis.

🥭 The Lonely Planet Guide to Second Chances by @1diamondinthesun (102k, NR)

When Harry and Louis broke up, the last thing on Harry's mind was the non-refundable surprise trip he had booked for them across Europe. Harry was supposed to be moving on, not sightseeing with his ex. In hindsight, touring the continent with Louis was probably a bad idea. So naturally, that's exactly what Harry did.

Or, the breakup travel fic featuring romantic sunsets, awkward bed sharing, and second chances against a backdrop of some of Europe's most iconic cities.

[rainy-rose]

Apple and moon for the ask game!

Hullo and thank you for the ask ^^

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

I admit i struggled a bit with this one :(. Friendship is a theme in all three of my WIPs, but apparently I suuuuck at describing them lol :)))

I don't have a favorite one, but I am bit partial to Takeru and Vincent from Silver Serpent.

They are the heads of their respective departments, criminology for Takeru and weapons for Vincent. They met each other when they were somewhere in their twenties and got partnered up for a mission. They are both quite silent and brooding people and they felt comfortable with each other pretty quickly. The fact that Takeru has Akumu (a fear controlling youkai) with him all the time did not push Vincent away, as it did with other people.

Vincent is currently in a messy divorce (been at it for 10 years, only he knows how) and a recovering addict, so Takeru (and on occasion his cousin Rika) has seen it all.

Because Takeru is constantly worried about his friend they have a "secret handshake" for lack of a better term :)). When they meet, they grab each other's wrists so that Takeru can check Vincent's pulse. Takeru also can detect when somebody lies to him, so they both had to learn how to deal with that. Takeru will always push for the truth (especially if Vincent has been away for a while) and Vincent has specific words, phrases, glares he uses to get his friend to pause and wait.

Do their coworkers ship them? Yes! Would anyone dare tell that to their face, specifically to Takeru? Nope! Welll, maybe Alma would... if they catch either of them in the right mood.

I will also tackle a friendship that soured cause the idea popped into my brain on my way home from work :))

Rio and Mentris from The Kilveh's Inheritance.

*long sufferign sigh* Okay, so! These two are messy and I still don't know how they will end up.

They were friends before plot, quite close friends. Borderline friends with benefits territory - something - power imbalance be damned territory. Mentris is a royal, they are the ruler of Isled while Rio is a palace guard. Correction, Rio was Mentris' personal guard and one of the few Kilveh that did not treat Mentris either like a child or as if they were made of precios stone one should not even dare look at, let alone touch. So yeah, tehy were close.

It suddenly stops and starts souring 10 years before plot when Rio vanishes randomly. It sours further on, during plot, after they come back, changed, and refusing to give an explanation. Mentris is not innocent is this either, they hurt Rio, badly! Mentally not phisically... although they do scream loud enough for Alurac (Mentris' older sibling and captain of the royal guard) to come barging in with 10 to 15 soldier after them, so there is that :)).

The last thing I wrote with them (whIch I already dread editing, lucky me I still have a looong way until then) - a few months ago - ended with Mentris plagued by guild and an unconscious and mentally unstable Rio (not that they were very stable when they came back, but that is beside the point) being taken away to either his room or some sort of cell *glares at Alurac cause I am in need of specifics*.

So yeah... Messy.

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

Sort of... they are more like secrets that the immediate family knows, but not the rest of the cast.

Silver Serpent:

Elise - she had two blood siblings. The records now show only one blood brother and one adopted brother

she is part of the reason why one of said blood siblings died

Takeru - when he was six he accidentally killed one of his family's elderly servants

Akumu was more or less at fault and he knows that Takeru is still affected by it

Scales and Petals

Axel - not dark, but he doesn't like people knowing that he is in love with Bolin

October themed asks

[reaperlight]

🍋🍰

*(“It’s alright Ryuzaki, you can touch them.”)*

L's mouth fell open in surprise as he moved to touch.

"They're so soft!" he rasped reverently, breath hitching as he carded his slender fingers through the downy feathers now growing out of Light's back. L swallowed anxiously, even though Light had given him permission... and even though he'd just had his mouth on him--this felt something like sacrilege...

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*(‘I trust you, even if you don’t trust yourself. And I feel stronger now. Don’t worry.’)*

Ryuk whined and shuddered at the feeling of Light's hands on his chest--he felt everything so much more acutely now and then Light was kissing him, teeth and all, completely unafraid--and it was perfect. He felt an understanding pass through their bond and Ryuk let out a happy growl between their clash of fangs.

("L can heal me now"/"How does that feel?")

*"My God, Light!"* Ryuk gasped, panting heavily, as Light teased him, trailing his tongue down his emaciated frame. He still technically didn't need to breathe but it seemed that now he would be having these reactions no matter what form he was in. Since messing with the ring he felt everything so much more acutely... and he just couldn't keep that bottled up and didn't want to. He felt the need to vocalize this, to let Light know just what effect he was having on him.

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*(“Pretty strange, huh? I’ve been having weird dreams too. Of flying or godlike powers. They seem pretty prophetic now.”/"You don't have to call me that but I'm not going to stop you.")

L barked out a laugh "I guess it'll just take some getting used to... my Kami," the ex-detective added cheekily.

This was odd, true, but really was it any stranger really than his ability to see names after Soulwalking into Beyond's Body? Sure, it would take some adjusting but really, this wonderous new reality was so much better than what he'd left behind.

*(Light nuzzled into his hand to kiss it/pulled him closer to the bed)*

L let himself be drawn closer. Did Light want him there? Was there even enough room for the three of them on the bed? Ryuk was huge and Light's new wings, while beautiful, took up a lot of space. L carefully climbed up onto the bed, between Light's spread wings and hoped he wouldn't be too much of a nuisance there.

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Ryuk could tell Light wanted to know more about the ring but Ryuk really didn't know. He'd plucked it out of the sand aeons ago. And what did it matter, really, where it came from? Whether he'd found it on the ground in a junk heap or in some supposedly sacred ancient cave? In any case, it was from the Shinigami realm, everything was cursed and ancient in the land of the dead.

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(“Whether you want to use the healing spell for yourself is up to you. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to learn it anyway, because...I might need it in a minute.”)

L nodded. He'd do it then. If Light was going to need it in a minute he definitely needed to make sure he could.

L jerked out of his revery when Ryuk made an amusingly startled noise as Light got into his pants. 

This could prove challenging--trying to learn something so new and alien while they were so distracted… but L didn't think this could wait. It was important to have aftercare ready when doing dangerous kinky things--he might be mad but at least he remembered that much of Wammy's education.

Or at least he'd learned that was how things were supposed to be.

Beyond had been a bad top more interested in degrading and humiliating L than finding mutual release as L had naively thought they'd both wanted when they'd had their brief, stupid arrangement…

No, don't think about that now.

(B--his soulmate. It was a sick cosmic joke.)

*(He stroked L’s back, whispering jokingly in return, “You already have a wand, and I’m going to suck all the magic out of it in a moment.” )*

L bit his lip, a groan escaping his throat at the kiss and Light's promise.

(Light licked across L’s bottom lip before leaning down to face all those tentacles. /He addressed them, semi-serious, but maybe it would work.)

He  shuddered as he felt Light's tongue on him but… 

No, he couldn't get distracted! He needed to do this, right now, before he got further lost in the haze of pleasure--they needed to know it would work. 

It should work. 

He did it before, by accident, when Light was drilling him into the mattress…

Okay, that was not a helpful thought.

L bit the inside of his lip until he tasted blood and forced himself to focus. 

*I need to learn to heal for Light./I need to get better for Light./I WANT to get better for Light... *

"Ee-lehk vore nay," L pronounced carefully and watched in fascination as the skin on his hands began to repair itself."Ee-lehk yahb SI errrg," he hissed and felt..* something* shift inside of him. 

It felt like something electric was shooting through him. Of course it didn't feel exactly the same as it had the first time he did it. For one, he'd been stuffed full of Light at the time and that was a pretty big difference

He'd also been suffering from a neurochemical addiction and then just as suddenly... wasn't.

It made figuring out his feelings all the more confusing. An endeavor which had been confusing to begin with. L wasn't sure now, maybe he'd always been that kind of person,  but at Wammy's house... At Wammy's house emotions were to be ignored and suppressed...

"It's like…I feel something crawling in my skin.." L snorted to himself after he said it, at the unintentional emo band reference. He hadn't really had the opportunity to keep up with trends for the past seven years. "Uh… but these wounds do heal… I think," he finished lamely. "Uh… did it... did it work?"

It had seemed to at least on his hands but he couldn't see everything. 

L reached out and gently traced Light's bleeding lip where, in their enthusiasm they'd been unmindful of Shinigami fangs.

"Kami, may I try? I mean..." L smiled cutely. It was the smile he'd learned got him more candy, it was the smile he would give to investigators to convince them he was on their side...

Shit, was he being manipulative again?

He wasn't trying to be that anymore. He wasn't L the Detective, he would no longer be Wammy's weapon against Kira...

But he was still a brat.

And for everything that had happened that probably wouldn't change. It was probably hardwired into his DNA or something.

L only hoped that Light-kun, Kira, wouldn't mind a brat if that brat was on his side.

Like when Ryuk had been naughty...

Maybe if he confessed to being brat sometime Light would give him the fun punishment too.

L visibly perked up at the thought.

"Uh.. I hate to treat my Kami like a guinea pig but I need to know if I can heal more than just myself."

*(Light licked across L’s bottom lip before leaning down to face all those tentacles.)*

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Ryuk watched in amazement as Light wriggled into his lap.

*"Light!"*

Ryuk nodded, as Light semi-seriously addressed his junk. He would try to be good. The Shinigami let out a surprised shout when he felt Light's mouth on him. With the way his body was twisted up he could barely move but his claws flexed reflexively beneath him as he felt the pleasured shock of the new sensations ripping through his being.

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L moaned when Light teased him with his tongue. He guessed that meant Light wasn't really mad at him for his insolence. That was good. It did make it harder to concentrate though and he needed to focus--he couldn't let Light down again.

"Ryuk, what's the spell to heal this? It's not vorenay, is it?"  L asked regarding the cuts on Light's lips. 

L realized it wasn't really fair to ask the Shinigami for a magic lesson right now, what with the way Light was teasing him, but, as Light said before, they might need it in a moment... He could heal himself but he needed to know how to heal Light too.

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"Vore nay could work. Or *Ilek heth!*" Ryuk said while demonstrating by healing one of the minor abrasions on Light's lips, caused by his fangs. It felt weird, saying the words aloud, he hadn't needed to do that in aeons and he had had to hold back a lot, for fear of overpowering it, because Light and L were right--L needed to learn and he couldn't do that if he just healed everything for them.

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L nodded and did the other side, gently placing his hand upon Light's cheek, just the barest feather-light touch of slender fingers, as he whispered the words against his skin. "Ee-lehk heth." Feeling bold, L leaned in and kissed his newly healed lips, tasting the metallic tang of blood that remained.

L reluctantly ended the kiss when something else suddenly occurred to him.

"So Ryuk, what's the spell in case of er..." L cringed but there was no sense in beating around the bush here "sex accident?"

L cringed, aware this wasn't a very sexy topic but he preferred to go into things prepared.

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"Won't hurt him... can't, and we'll heal him if we do," the Shinigami insisted, his eyes gleaming a dangerous red as he spoke. He was half-crazed by what Light was doing to him and the feedback loop of their bond--it seemed that despite the danger, or maybe because of it, they were both feeling pretty good right now.

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"Yes, but I need to know for Light," L insisted.

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Ryuk let out a pitiful moan but forced himself to focus for Light's sake. Even if the subject of their conversation was *right there* and seemed to be doing his utmost to distract him...

"As you already figured Ee-lehk (イーレック) is for generalized healing but it's, *AH! Light!* Uh... it's more effective if you're more specific." Ryuk swallowed and hoped that these wouldn't be necessary. After this he might need ee-lehk qod (イーレック クヲード), heal insides and uh..." Ryuk cringed and shot Light an apologetic look, "ee-lehk choyo (イーレックチョヨ)... heal ass. ...Liiiight!" Ryuk whined.

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L snickered, because throughout their little linguistics lesson Light hadn't stopped teasing the captive Shinigami.

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