#𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬.

[goldenislands]

@draconicfool sent: tiny, tiny dragon come to jump on the his back. he wants attention.

There’s a a soft ‘oof’ that leaves him; pointed ears giving the softest twitch; a claw licking at his teeth as if he were using it as a toothpick. The movement made Ananas barely shift, the golden dragon craning his neck to try and see the smaller who had jumped on him, an amused snort leaving the blonde. His tail swished idly, moving a hand to reach behind him and grab the smaller by the scruff, moving him so they could be eye to eye.

“A little warning next time, Errros.” Ananas mused, leaning forward to nuzzle his cheek against the smaller’s affectionately, making no effort to let go of him for the time being. “You caught me just as I was going to do my rrrounds to check on the Pineapple isles…but so guess I now have a distrrraction on my hands, now…Don’t I?”

[candied-heartss]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘

(𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅'𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻 ��𝘁𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸...

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 (18+), 𝑴!𝑫𝑶𝑴, 𝑭!𝑺𝑼𝑩, 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑿 (𝑭 𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮), 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿 (𝑾𝑹𝑨𝑷 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑨𝑷 𝑰𝑻, 𝒀'𝑨𝑳𝑳!), 𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑿 (𝑴 𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮), 𝑫𝑬𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵, 𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵, 𝑴𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑰𝑷𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑺𝑴𝑺, 𝑷𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑿 (𝑻𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀)

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As you drank from your glass, you saw something flutter past you, only being able to see it from the very corner of your eye.

With your attention now transfixed on this, you turned your head to find none other than your cousin Felix's plus one from his university, Oliver Quick, walking down the manor's dark hall.

"Oh, hullo," you greeted him kindly, drink being held idly in your hand. Slowly (and somewhat awkwardly), the brunette young man turned to look at you, flashing you a slightly tense smile, though you could tell something was wrong with him due to the heavy dilation of his pupils.

"Oh, erm, good evening," he answered shortly, seeming like he was rather reluctant to converse with anyone at this hour, "what are you doing up at this time of night?"

You continued to smile, hoping that if you continued showing him kindness, he would eventually warm up to your presence, "Oh, nothing much. I just... couldn't sleep, so I decided to get a drink." As you spoke, you realized that Oliver's brow was still furrowed, and it seemed like there was a lot on his mind, it quickly also made you realize that this was indeed landing you nowhere.

"I'm so sorry to ask, but... Are you alright? You seem a little... agitated. Would you like to talk about it? I'm a very good listener." you offered him, hoping that this suggestion would aid him in wanting to talk.

"I'm alright," he told you plainly, nothing more, nothing less. You frowned upon hearing his words, hoping to try again, "Really? Are you absolutely sure? I mean, you don't have to-"

"I'm. Alright."

Your bottom lip quivered ever so slightly at the sound of his voice raising an octave. You had never heard a man speak to you in such a... intense way like this, and it sent a bit of a shudder down your spine. Nodding, you quickly fell silent, grasping tighter onto the glass in your hand as you felt your face heat up.

"Sorry..." you muttered, not wanting to offend Felix's guest. But, he didn't say anything about it, not even a word. He just stood there, his eyes staring down at you with his brow slightly raised.

"Why do you look like that?" he asked you, but the tone of his voice made it sound more like a statement than a question. Your cheeks burned as the embarrassment began to settle in for you, and you decided to not say anything.

Before you could even think about what to finally say to him, you felt his hand graze your cheek before tilting your chin up so that you and Oliver made eye contact with one another.

"C'mon, look at me when I'm speaking to you. Don't be rude, now..." he told you softly, but sternly, tilting his head to the side a little bit. You chewed on your bottom lip once again, not used to the attention and the gaze that you were now on the receiving end of.

"Now, speak up," Oliver ordered you, his eyes flickering down to look at your lips before moving them back up to meet your eyes. You opened your mouth, trying to speak, only for no sound to escape past your lips, only little squeaks, 'I's', and 'um's', too nervous to speak up. He saw this and narrowed his eyes, leaning towards you and now resting his hand on your cheek.

"You have a mouth on you, don't you? So, use it, or I'll teach you how to," he suggested to you, though he managed to make it sound more like a threat than a statement. Only then you were finally able to get your words out, "I... I didn't mean to offend you if I did. I'm sorry for staring at you like that..."

Oliver still looked at you with a raised eyebrow, almost seeming like he didn't believe the words that tumbled (un)gracefully out of your mouth, "That was... Pathetic, unintelligent sounding even. Are you stupid?"

"What?"

Suddenly, you felt his lips press up against yours, one hand roughly buried into your hair before he pulled away. You were so shocked, so confused, and so dazed when it happened, it almost felt like the whole scenario was a sort of dream that you were having.

"What... What's going o-" You tried to speak, only to have him grab you and pull you closer to him, "Now listen, you're going to be a good girl, lift that nightgown of yours, and show me how wet you are."

Your eyes widened at the unexpected nature of his words and you laughed nervously, "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I believe that you heard me loud and clear, love. Show me how wet your cunt is. I bet it's dripping right now, isn't it?" he was right, you were beyond aroused at this point, and you were almost certain that he could see it practically running down your thighs.

You were then taken even more aback when he lifted you up and placed you on the dining room table, your legs now placed on the table's glossy, wood surface, slightly spread out enough for him to reach under the nightgown and gently tug the fabric of your underwear down, slipping it down past your thighs and letting it drop down to the floor. You shivered at the slightly cold air of the dining room meeting your bare skin as he looked at you.

"So," he mused, "I was right. You're thoroughly aroused. What, do you get off on being talked down to and degraded? You must be some masochistic whore."

Biting your lip, you pressed your thighs together to alleviate the dull throbbing sensation within you. Oliver saw this, and with a click of his tongue and a shake of his head, he raised his hand and gave you a quick, sharp smack on the cheek, making you yelp and open your legs once more, this time, giving him a full view of your cunt, needy and glistening while your clit throbbed again underneath his gaze.

Almost immediately, it was as if a switch had flipped in his head as he got onto his knees, pulled you to near the edge of the table, and buried his face in between your thighs, which instantly made you yelp as you felt his tongue licking every inch of your cunt and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your clit.

"Oh!"

You gasped, before letting out a moan loud enough for nearly the entire manor to hear. When he heard your sounds, Oliver pulled away from your slick folds, only to raise his hand slightly again and bring it down in a harsh slap to your cunt, making you cry out in a mixture of both pleasure and pain, your body shaking a little bit.

"Do me a favor. Be a good girl and shut the fuck up, yeah?" he asked you before diving back into eating you out like a starving man, making you reach down and grab onto his hair tightly, nearly holding on for dear life.

Soon enough, the stimulation that you were receiving from Oliver was simply too much, almost to the point where practically anything could send you over the edge. Your body trembled as you felt your release creep up, pulling on his hair more and more with each second that passed by.

"Oliver! Oliver, I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna come, please..." you whimpered, your thighs shaking as you came closer. Nearly there, almost there, just a little bit more-

"Go on, do it. Make a mess for me, darling. It's alright, I've got you..."

That was what did it in for you, those words were the straw that broke the camel's back. At a moment's notice, your orgasm which had been brewing steadily was now being hurdled to you at the speed of light, making your vision go black and making you fall back against the table as you trembled and writhed beneath his tongue, your back arching as you moaned so loud, you were certain that you nearly woke everyone else in the manor.

When you came back down to Earth, you saw him stand up before pushing you back onto the table, picking one of your legs up and positioning it so that it rested over his shoulder, tracing a finger over the dampness of your slit before pushing it in, making you gasp and choke out a moan at the sheer length of his fingers.

Oliver saw your facial expression and smirked a little, clearly mocking you as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you, "Aw, love, does it feel good?" you nodded profusely, your back arching slightly to try and get his fingers to go deeper inside of you, "Uh huh, it feels so, so good..."

He continues fucking his fingers into you, the overstimulation sending your brain into a spiral. You could barely come up with any cohesive thoughts, let alone speak as he pressed them deeper inside of you, his thumb just barely brushing over your clit as his fingertips hit your G-spot, which made you nearly scream his name.

"What is it, darling? Use your words and tell me, alright? It's okay..." he teased you a little bit as he curled his fingers to reach the spot that he was hitting again. The delicious combination of the pad of his thumb massaging over your clit as he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper was enough of a push to make you climax once again, this time, your orgasm hitting you much harder than the last one as the pain from the previous orgasm melted away into hot, sinful ecstasy.

He then pulled his fingers away from you, only to go down and undo his trousers, sliding them down just enough to pull his cock out and tease your entrance with it, making you shiver as the tip slid over your clit, "Do you want this?" he asked you, "Remember, use your words."

You nodded, whining just a little bit, "Please Oliver, I need this... Please, I need it so bad." he smiled and with that, he guided his cock to your entrance before finally pushing his way inside of you, making you keen as you grabbed onto him and dug your nails into his shoulders.

"Shit," he groaned, tilting his head back and sighing heavily, "your cunt, it's so, so fucking tight."

He then gave a short moment to adjust to the size of his cock before he began thrusting, making you cry out in pleasure, especially with the angle he had positioned in. You felt him go so deep, you swore that you could feel his cock fucking your brains out.

He groaned again at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him before he reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat while he fucked you, making your eyes roll back into your head. Oliver chuckled a little before leaning down and hungrily pressing his lips against yours, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

"Oh, yeah? You like it when I choke you like this, sweet girl? You're shaking underneath me, darling..." he told you, still holding your leg over his shoulder as he continued to fuck you, the hand on your throat now grasping you tighter and making you gasp for air slightly, your cunt clenching around his cock as you got closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night.

"O-Oliver... Please... 'm so close... I..." you whined, your words coming out choked as he thrust even harder, his tip hitting your G-spot. He grunted as you could tell he was nearing the edge as well.

He then reached down, rubbing small, quick circles on your clit, the sensation sending a shockwave through you as got closer to climaxing.

"That's it, be a good girl and come for me."

And just like that, hearing those words nearly made you explode. With another loud moan, you came so hard around his cock, you practically saw stars, clenching around him and making him grunt and moan from the tightness.

As you came down from your intense high, you felt Oliver pull you down from the kitchen table and guide you to your knees as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your mouth open as he pushed his cock into your mouth, effectively fucking your throat.

Before long, it was Oliver who was on the edge as his thrusts into your mouth became more frantic and sloppy. When you felt the thick tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you gagged and choked, looking up at him with now watery eyes.

"Fuck... Just like that... Keep your mouth open f'me, darling..." He moaned, his voice thick as he got closer and closer to finally coming.

The sheer thought of him using your mouth for his own pleasure seemed to excite you a little as you moaned around his cock, taking it further down your throat. He grunted once last time, forcing your head down the length of his cock before groaning loudly as he finally came down in your mouth. As he pulled away from you, you swallowed his cum, before wiping away any excess with the back of your hand.

Watching you, he smiled before kissing you on the lips, whispering into your ear, "Good girl, you take my cock so well, love."

[cutestbow]

𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑷𝑬 𝑿 𝑳𝑼𝑲𝑬

ఌ- 𝑨𝑼 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

➭ 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆

ఌ- 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞

ఌ- 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑺/𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑺

𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏)

- 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬

- 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝟒

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋)

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞

𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 (𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯)

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤

𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭��𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹

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𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐...

𝑬𝒙 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀/𝑵 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐�� 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀/𝑵 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝑻𝑾 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝒀 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺? 𝑰 𝑮𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑲𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑨 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑶𝑳.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐

𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊: 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆✯ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐✯ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆✯ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓✯ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆✯ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 ✯

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Baby Gojo Sorai is a blessing in both yours and Gojo’s lives. You are now grateful to say that you had a wonderful and healthy co-parenting relationship with your ex-husband Gojo Satoru. You both found some time to sit down and talk to discover all the obstacles that would have gotten in both your ways when working together to take care of your son. 

Talking with him gave you enough closure, and you even found it within yourself to forgive for what he had done to you and now as the months went by you were slowly working on your relationship (as friends) with him for the sake of your beautiful baby boy. 

Speaking of your son, that little monster was something else. Being new to this whole motherhood thing, during the first 3 months after Sorai’s birth, you were having a really hard time taking care of him. He cried a lot during the nights, he puked constantly on your clothes, you had little time to sleep, your nipple became tender and so so sore and honestly it was getting the best of you. Yep that postpartum depression.

Luckily for you, you were still at the Gojo estate so you didn’t have to worry about doing laundry and stuff like during those first three months. Gojo even took an eight month leave of absence from his work. He left Geto incharge of his finance company and Nanami to take care of the rest. He still attended online meetings if it was important that he had to be there, but he made sure that he cleared his schedule to be there for you and his son. 

He took over for you in the nights whenever you were unable to take care of Sorai. He talked you into bottle feeding your son since it was convenient for him, (even though you were against the idea) but you had no other choice since most of the time especially in the nights when your nipples were too sore to breastfeed him. So what Gojo did was to provide you with a breast pump to pump the milk from your breast into the baby’s bottle for him to use in the night time.

He was no better than you were when it comes to being a father, but from your observations he’s trying his hardest to be an excellent father for Sorai, even though he couldn’t change a diaper to save his own life. It was always funny to see him struggle whenever he had to change Sorai’s diaper or even get it on him after Sorai took his bath. 

He even had a hard time holding the baby, too afraid to crush the little fellow with his arms or even worse, drop the baby on accident. He was awkward with it, but over time he got used to it and now he was brave enough to hold the baby in one hand. Sometimes when his arms felt too tired from staying up for most of the night, he would carry Sorai around in a baby sling he made from two of his old t-shirts and your belly band. He was really going beyond his limits with being a dad.

But nonetheless he’s a wonderful father to Sorai. Gojo was there for the first round of immunisation at the  doctor and God, it was funny to see how screwed up his face was when he had to sit there and watch as the doctor injected Sorai with the needles. 

“I know, I know Bubba, the doctor is a big meanie,” he cooed in a hush voice as he got up from his seat and took the baby outside the room to calm him down. You hated to see your baby cry too, but as a mother you knew that this was necessary because you didn’t want your perfect baby boy to get sick. Anyways, he was there for every other visit to the doctor. 

When you’re all just relaxing in the family room inside the estate, you enjoy listening to the little conversations he has with Sorai. It made your heart flutter a bit when Sorai would babble or make his cute baby sounds at his father. 

Whenever he goes out in public with Sorai, he makes sure to keep Sorai’s face away from the public, since Gojo was somewhat a public figure here. He said that he wanted to keep his personal life as private as he can and he’ll also want his son’s appearance to be unknown. And you too, he made sure that the public didn’t know who the mother of his child was, even though you were once married to this man. 

He was just doing all that he could to ensure that you were comfortable, you had everything that you needed. He was trying his hardest to be a better person. And on top of that he was growing into such a wonderful father. 

Another three months had passed and Gojo had the opportunity to see you grow into a wonderful mother as well. You were still struggling with PPD, but with Gojo around you for some many months, you had little time to feel depressed. And even when you feel depressed, he would make it his priority to take you outside the estate with the baby. He’ll take you out to dinners or brunches, long night drives throughout the city or a Sunday afternoon picnic. It made you smile to see whenever he prioritised your mental health, and put so much effort into taking such good care of you.

Anyways, enough of that sappy stuff. You finally had a job. It was actually your first job. You were so happy when Gojo called you into his home office and handed you a few documents. He told you that he got you a job as a model at one of his many friends' companies, a company that he just happened to be investing in. You were happy that day you almost kissed him lol. You were happy that he held onto his words when he told you that he was going to get a job for you. And you couldn’t wait to start, but you had to wait until Sorai was one year of age before you officially started to work. 

You were also living inside your apartment again. And would Gojo visit almost everyday to be with his son, and to make certain that you were blossoming. Sometimes he’ll sleep in the guest room as an excuse to be with Sorai, but deep inside you knew that he also wanted to be by your side. 

He made that part obvious. Especially now, since you both could consider each other's best friend. The days he spent at your apartment to bond with his son, he also took that as an opportunity to bond with you. He wasn’t afraid to make personal conversations with you. He wasn’t afraid to tell you how much he missed you, loves you and he most definitely wasn’t afraid to tell you about his trips to his therapist and if he’s feeling comfortable enough he’ll tell you about the conversation he has with his therapist. (And you know most of those conversations were about you of course and baby Sorai.)

You briefly remembered a conversation you both had on the patio outside of your apartment. He was dandling Sorai on his leg while he gazed into your eyes while he told you about his visit to the therapist that day. 

“Our session went well, better than I expected,” he told you with a smile on his face. 

“Yeah, what was so good about it?” you remember asking him as you took a sip from your favourite herbal tea. You giggled when Sorai gripped his father’s big finger and popped it in his mouth while making his cute baby noises. 

Gojo chuckled at his son’s playfulness before answering your question. “Well, we talk about us again.” You had already expected that to be his answer, however you wanted to know the reason why you were a topic of interest in their session. “And other stuff, like what I plan to do in the near future.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“Of Course.” you watched as he pulled his finger out of Sorai’s mouth to gently place the pacifier in his mouth. “Well, first I was thinking of making another expansion for the investment company in Kyoto. I think it’ll be such a great opportunity to invest in other companies that are located somewhere else.”

“That’s great Satoru, I’m proud of you,” you smiled at him and he mumbled a soft thank you. “What else?”

“Well, I’m in the process of building a house for us, as in you, me and Sorai, in Denenchofu. I’m supposed to meet with the architectural draftsperson next month to get started on the blueprint. I have so many things that I want to achieve in the near future. But I don’t… I don’t know if I’ll be able to achieve them if you’re not there by my side,” he explained. There was a pregnant pause, until he decided that he wanted to speak again. “So yeah that was the conversation I had with my therapist. I told them that I don’t want to move forward with my future plans if you’re not there with me.”

“Satoru?”

“Y/N, I really do want you back in my life. I’ll admit it sucks to wake up in a cold empty bed all by myself with no one to hold *chuckles* and I kinda deserved it,” he stopped talking to take a breath. His finger went to mess with Sorai's ashy white hair before he continued. “I miss having you, I miss having you as my wife. I miss calling you my own Y/N. I want you back, I want you to be my wife again.”

You remember taking a deep sigh as you rest your hand on top of your legs. “Satoru, I don’t think I’m ready to consider getting back with you. It’s too much for me right now.”

“I know,” he simply replied with a genuine smile adoring his face. “I’m not asking you to think about anything, well not now at least. It’ll be selfish of me to do, especially now. You look happy and I enjoy seeing you happy. Your happiness means a lot to me and I want to cherish the little happy moments. However, I just want to let you know that I want you back.”

Just like before he took another long pause. Then he continued. 

“But not yet, I still have more growing to do as a man, as father and as a friend. I’m not ready to receive all that you have to offer to me and at this current stage in our lives, I don’t deserve anything from you. Even if you were to say that you were ready to work on our relationship I would have probably asked you to give me some time.”

“Satoru,” you whispered in a soft voice as you pulled one hand out of your lap to touch his cheeks. 

You were surprised by the whole conversation you had with him that day. But, you had to be honest with yourself, his last few sentences left you in shock and he took that as an opportunity to excuse himself to prepare Sorai for his afternoon nap. 

And these were his last few sentences to you. 

“You know I did a lot of thinking following your divorce from me. I even made the decision to try something new, like showing interest in another woman or, to be very honest, a guy. However, it was then that I understood I had no desire to be with anyone else. I came to the realisation that I want to be with you alone. I cheated on you. I have no idea why I did it in the first place, but it happened. I'm not going to say that I made a mistake by cheating on you right now. Since I would not have been doing it so frequently if it had been a mistake. I made the decision to cheat on you out of pure foolishness, and I'm now sort of living with the repercussions. If I'm being completely honest, it's difficult, but I'm glad that I get to be this close to you. We get to spend time like this makes me happy. You sitting down with me to chat makes me pleased. I'm glad because deep down I know that you still care about me.”

You watched as he lifted Sorai and held him up against his shoulder and then said. "I guess what I've been trying to express is that I love you and I won't give up on us. I won't ever give up on what we once had, even if you start dating someone. Don't give up on me, please. Please don't give up on me, even if you start a relationship with someone else. Don’t let me go.”

And with that he left to go care for his son. You have been left speechless since that day and you’ve never really got the chance to have a conversation with him about what he said to you that day. 

And even if you did, he would smile and dismiss it. He can also remark, "I want you to fall in love with me all over again. So let's hold off on having this chat till then, okay? Let's concentrate on being the best of friends.

Even though you were a little disappointed when he declined to speak with you, You too believed that it would be wise to put it off until later. Therefore, up until that point, both of you were concentrating on your relationships with your son as his mother and Gojo's relationship with his son as his father.

Since then, more time had gone, and things with you and your career were finally beginning to fit. When you were invited to the business to take part in your first picture shoot, Sorai had just about reached the age of a year. Simply put, your career will develop from there. Following that one photoshoot, you received requests from sponsors, designers, or store owners to meet with you and serve as an ambassador. even began your travels.

If you had known how much modelling earned, you would have started doing it long ago rather than becoming Gojo's attractive housewife. You were still paying rent, but not with your ex-husband’s money. And speaking of your ex-husband, he was extremely proud of you and God he would always boast to his friends about your success. 

Speaking of prosperity and ex-husbands. Gojo had finally created another branch in Kyoto for Gojo investment, and you were so pleased with him. Gojo had invested in a number of businesses since his expansion in Kyoto. His success was so remarkable that he became one of the most successful entrepreneurs of all time, perhaps even the youngest and most successful business owner of all time.

He was giving numerous interviews with business journals and local and international talk shows to offer some of the secrets to his success. He was the face of popular business magazines in Japan, the United States, and many other countries for months. He was even voted to be the most handsome man in Japan too. 

Oh by the way, that house he said that we wanted to build for his family? It’s already in the process. After meeting with his therapist a few times he decided that it was best to build his home first, while continuing to grow into the friend, father and hopefully the husband you wanted him to be. He was proud of his success and even yours.

Even though his friends were aware that your separation from Gojo was hurtful, you two were still together. They were pleased to see how hard he was working to improve as a man for you. They were pleased to see how he was making a sincere effort to provide for his darling infant boy in the greatest way possible.

By the way, Sorai spoke "papa" for the first time and it only took him 9 months before he took his first step. Your son was becoming more gorgeous every day. Compared to his father, he had less white hair that was slightly curlier. However, his right eye was the same shade of blue as his father's, while the other eye was grey with a hint of blue.

Sorai also loved to talk, just like his father. He would make his cute baby noises whenever he wanted to get his father’s attention and when he did get his fathers attention. May your ears rest in peace. 

God you love your son and you would do anything to make him happy. You wanted to be the best mom for your son. You wanted your son to be happy to call you his mom. You were happy.

And your life was perfect, well almost perfect because you were still pondering over the last conversation you had with Gojo. And even though you knew how much he had hurt you deep down. You still loved that man. And because of the love that you had for him and also because you wanted your son to grow inside a healthy household. It leads you to make this very important decision in your life right now.

𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗 ~ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝑵𝒆𝒘 ~ 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒍.

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒐𝒏.

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𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. ❤︎

[voidclawing]

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‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝, ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 —

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Hi. Uhm.....I am someone who has enjoyed this au previously. Lemme just say this.

𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑼 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬. 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑫𝑶 𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵!!

Also....I now wanna imagine game night with the Pines Family. Either them or the Demonology group. Just Alcor being summoned for game night would be a silly idea.

Oh gosh!!!!

Let's go game night! Fic/art open season, anyone?

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑹

𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬

I also updated the playlist

Series masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Victory tour of the 66th hunger games

Now 14, almost 15 Persephone sits on the train on the way to district one for the start of her victory tour.

The tension ever since she got back has been strong with everyone, she's been more comfortable with mags but other than that it's been off. Not like she was doing anything, in fact she would consider herself thriving, god knows what the others thought though.

Walking out of the room part of the train she sees finnick sitting on one the couches in the main area staring at the scenery before them

"Hey fish sticks" Persephone says breaking him out of his trance by sitting next to him

Jumping slightly he looks over at who was sitting next to him before relaxing again

"Fish sticks?"

He replied

"Yeah? I felt like getting creative, I kinda was kinda gagged by my own thoughts" the newly victor replies

"Gagged?" Finnick asks once again

"God do you only ask questions" Persephone replies slightly annoyed

Giving her an annoyed look he returns his gaze back to the window in front of them

With a moment of silence he breaks it by asking her another question

"How did you do it" he exhales  before starting again "I mean I saw you in training, you never once hit a target, your score was a three, I mean the way you killed them wasn't out of defense, it looked like you have been doing this your whole life an- and the way you acted before.." finnick says with a worried tone not so much scared as she thought it was gonna be

"Jesus I know I blonde but I'm not a fucking idiot"

Persephone replies

"It was easier than I thought, like I don't know? My grandma would train me every day until the day she died because she knew there was no escaping the reaping, and given the fact that my family never cared enough for my survival someone had to" she finishes with no self pity in her tone

Their conversation was cut short by the screeching of the trains breaks

"Alright, Persephone this is it! Make sure to keep a smile on your face and chin up shoulders back!" Anya tells her before dragging her up from her seat taking her to the train doors

"Chin up!" Anya tells her once again putting her fingers under her chin pushing it up

Anya was the only one who treated Persephone no different regardless of the way she acted, scolding her in motherly ways, treating her like a daughter. Even though she said she felt comfortable around mags it's probably because the woman didn't even speak

Doors opening shes met with citizens of district one screaming her name trying to push their way through the peacekeepers

Making her way to the Justice building she looks out the window and sees everyone from one sitting down waiting for her to come out

Anya hands her a stack of flash cards which she guesses is her script.

Scanning over it she looks back up at Anya and finnick

"Im suppose to praise the tributes?" She says almost like she didn't believe what she just read

"Yep!" Her and finnick say at the same time but in very different tones

"I literally gutted both of them from the inside out." Persephone says "not to mention they were really fucking annoying"

"Oh- well- um?" Anya stutters out but is cut off by finnick

"It's time to go out now, follow the cards." He says sternly

Persephone gives a sarcastic smile before walking out to the stage

Met by loud clapping and some cheers here and there she steps up to the microphone.

She begins the speech but is interrupted by yelling

"That slut isn't sorry for anything! She doesn't care she killed son!" Someone says who she assumes is the family of one of the tributes

Followed by other people shouting derogatory comments at her. Jaw clenching she drops the cards from her hand

"One job, she has one job" Anya says behind the doors to herself

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry for killing your annoying fucking children? Maybe don't be so cocky, I mean-" she cuts herself off by a laugh

"He got killed by a child! I gutted that bitch from the inside out-" she's quickly stopped by finnick and Anya running through the doors grabbing Persephone and dragging her into the room

"Are you out of your mind?!" Finnick yells at her

"Okay first of all don't yell at me, and second of all what was I supposed to do?" The girl says

Sighing finnick rubs his fingers in his temples getting a headache by the continued yelling from the next room over.

"I'm sorry- just please stick to the cards" he says in a defeated tone giving her a pleading look

The rest of the tour went by in a blur and now she finds herself in a dress walking up to the steps of the capitol party that was thrown for her. Her outfit consisted of a satin cream colored flowy dress with designs of dainty flowers colored with light pinks and sea greens along with sunset oranges, she wore her hair blown out with a lace bow in it and dark brown heeled boots. Not much for a capitol party but she loved it

(it's on my Pinterest board called birds of a feather the user is coachella_woodstockinmymind)

Finnick was to the right of her and Anya to the left

"Alright, remember be respectful, smile, interact and most importantly-"

"Chin up shoulders back- yeah yeah I know" Persephone cuts off her escort in a monotone voice

Finnick leaves her side quickly after finding one of the other victors from past games leaving her to fend for herself

Asshole

Surprisingly Persephone quickly finds her way around the area even finding it in her to converse with some of the others. She actually found herself having fun for the first time in a while but that ended shortly when a man started talking to her. Now don't get her wrong she loves herself a good man but definitely not the one that's in front of her

She's staring at her glass of water as the man talks her ear off about god knows what, it's very clear he's from the capitol with makes him ten times more insufferable than he already was. Her attention is quickly taken by the sounds of loud laughter coming a few feet away from her, turning her head she sees finnick with another woman who's stroking his arm rather seductively as he gives her his "charming smile" tensing at the sight she feels her heart speed up but not in a good way. She can't figure out why though.

Looking back at the man in front of her to take her mind off of what she just saw she lazily engages in the conversation replying to him every now and then.

Taking a gulp of her water as her throat was rather dry from her nerves she's hit with a wave of dizziness, all the colors start merging together making a sea of neons, her mind goes fuzzy as she tries to understand what the man is trying to say.

He has a sickening smile on his face as he grabs her arm leading her into the building and finding his way into what she assumes is his room.

She doesn't know how she got here standing at the top

of the cement staircase looking down at everyone dance and laugh and talk.

Her once gorgeous cream colored dress now dyed in a crimson red, her arms, face and hands are sticky with wet and dry blood, her soft blonde hair now a mixture of red a blonde stick to the sides of her face.

Making her way down the staircase heels clicking with every step sometimes leaving a bloody shoe print behind.

She doesn't feel dizzy anymore, her muscles feel tingly, she has unnatural feel of happiness. No one has yet to notice her. She doesn't know where finnick or Anya are and she doesn't care.

A new song on the speakers starts playing, feeling the music run through her eardrums, flow through her body.

Making her way to the colored floor she lets the music run through her.

With every twirl her dress flows around her, every move of her arms she can't find it in her to worry about anything around her, not the body that lies in one of the rooms of the capital, not the stares she's now getting, nothing.

"Persephone!" She can hear someone call her name but she doesn't bother to look at who's calling her, her body being controlled by the music flowing through her ears, flowing through her head.

"PERSEPHONE" she feels a familiar hand grab her arm turning her towards them.

Looking up she sees the wide worried eyes of finnick.

She can see his mouth moving at a rapid pace but all she can do is smile.

She feels the embrace of his body as he wraps his arms around her in a protective manner and then she feels the hand of Anya on her back rushing her to the exit.

And then everything went dark.

𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑰

Not long after the incident at her victory tour Persephone  found the comfort in different substances wether it was pills, powder, liquids that she injected into her veins, it didn't matter, she was happy.

She didn't look like a drug addict on the outside. That's one thing she made sure of, if there was going to be something she cared about it was going to be the way she looked.

(For the sake of the story we are going to pretend glimmer was from district four)

Years passed and she's laid off the drugs, not completely but she wasn't doing them hardcore like she was. She stopped talking to finnick, or was it the other way around? Persephone doesn't even remember, she still finds herself missing his touch, missing his words and the way he spoke to her but if he didn't care neither did she. But she did.

Making her way to the Justice building for the reaping of the 74th games she had to mentor for this year.

Arriving at the building a little over an hour than when everyone else was supposed to be there, she sits on the floor of the stage lighting a cigarette she found loose in the depths of her purse. The only thing she has been doing these past years was writing. Wether it was songs or poems she was never seen without her notebook in her hand.

Thirty minutes go by and she soon gets bored especially after her cigarette went out, closing her notebook she begins digging in the pockets of her purse hoping to find a loose pill to get her through the reaping.

After digging for a minute she feels a little circular loose pill in one of the pockets. Mystery pills at its finest. Placing it on her notebook she crushes it with the back of one of her rings and going in to snort it

"What are you doing." A voice behind her asks the rhetorical question

Whipping her head around she sees finnick standing in the doorway with his arms crossed giving her a look as if he's waiting for her to answer him

"Um- praying?" She replies questioning her own sanity

Wiping the residue off of her nose she stands up walking over to him

"What about you fish sticks, why are you here so early" Persephone asks trying to change the topic

"How long"

"What?"

"How long have you been putting that shit in your body" he asks gesturing his hand to where she was sitting

"Hmmmm" she hums tapping her finger on her chin pretending to think, pursing her lips when she can't think of anything to say back

The conversation is cut short by Anya entering the room

"Hello lovely's!" She says oblivious to whatever is going on

"If you don't mind I'm going to steal Persephone from you" Anya says looking at finnick

"Nope not at all." He replies glaring at her as he walks away

As soon as Anya and Persephone enter another room she embraces the young girl in a secure hug. Which tells her that she knew what happened

"What did I do wrong, why did he stop talking to me?" The young victor says just above a whisper

While Persephone can seem like a cold hearted bitch, she gets attached quickly.

She fell in love with every guy she ever dated, wether they were smart, dumb, nice, cruel, it didn't matter.

It might have been because the only person who cared about her when she was younger was her grandmother but now she's dead so..

"The best ones lost their mind" Persephone quietly says

"So I'm not gonna change, I'll stay the same" she finishes looking up at Anya

Anya looks at her with soft eyes before embracing her again resting her head on Persephone's head

"If could take your pain and suffering away I would. But that's not how the world works unfortunately, I think the best thing you could do is talk to him, not talk about the problems but talk to him about anything try to get comfortable" Anya mutters into the girls head.

The reaping began and her, finnick and Anya walked out onto the stage.

She felt her body calm as her nerves began to settle

"Hello, hello! Happy hunger games and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

Just like every other year she tunes out the historical movie on the games and begun looking around at everyone that was sitting before her.

Making eye contact with a younger girl with blonde wavy hair, shorter than persephones.

The girl gives Persephone a smile before returning her attention back to the screen

Furrowing her brows she looks over at finnick to see him already looking at her. Giving him a smile, he returns it before quickly looking away.

Persephone zones out until Anya starts getting ready to name the tributes.

"Our female tribute representing district four is.." she says as she digs her hand through the large bowl full with names

"Glimmer Belcourt!" The girl who Persephone realized was the girl she made eye contact with walks up to the stage

"And now on the the male tribute...."

"Cameron Dyer!" A curly haired lanky boy walks onto the stage with a terrified look on his face as his family yells for him in the background

"Ladies and gentlemen these are your 74th hunger games district four tributes! You may shake hands."

Finnick, now standing next to her he gives her a knowing look after seeing the boy who just got reaped

"Huh, dyer, kinda an ironic name" Persephone mutters to herself not meaning for finnick to hear but she realized he did when he stifles a laugh making her smile to herself.

Making their way to the capital she can't tell if she hates glimmer or not. The boy on the other hand is a lost cause he hasn't spoken a word and his fists have been clenched, she can tell he isn't pulling a Persephone levito because she obviously invented it therefore she knows who's playing it.

Glimmer talks the mentors ears off and Persephone learned to tolerate her even coming as far to be good acquaintances but not changing the fact that she wants to punch her in the face. Persephone, glimmer and finnick all make conversation throughout the train ride, not so much Persephone and finnick but at least they are talking more and she would take that over not talking at all.

Every now and then she would try to get Cameron to talk to them but he wouldn't, he would just shake his head which made her roll her eyes at the boy.

Near the end of the train ride Persephone and Anya are gossiping about the recent dramas in the capitol before they arrive at the large building.

Anya gives them the same instructions as she gave Persephone years ago. Chin up, shoulders back.

Stepping outside they are all met by the flashing on lights and names being called left and right.

Glimmer is waving and smiling, playing the game perfectly and Cameron on the other hand..

The parade went by in a blur, a few sleeping pills later Persephone found herself knocked out cold on the couch of the capitol apartment where the mentors stay.

After having a talk with Anya about the parade finnick walks into the apartment that him and Persephone shared, finding her dead asleep on the couch with her arm and leg hanging off the couch.

Walking up to her he finds a bottle of prescription pills and a glass of what he assumes to be alcohol.

Rubbing his hands on his face sighing he looks at her taking in all her face features under the moonlight.

All he wants to know is why. Why she turned to drugs and why can't he bring himself to give into her pleads for him to stop ignoring her.

Picking her up bridal style, he takes her to her room placing her on the bed and takes her shoes off before laying the blanket on top of her and walking out closing the door behind him.

Authors note: I have never been so consistent with a book ever omfg anyway I'm gonna update the playlist so it's not just gonna be lana and so it can fit the ideas I have for future chapters!

© 2023 Mystargirl-interlude

[thistletisle]

“𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑨, 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑴𝑬, 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬”

“𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑱𝑼𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵 !” ︴✕

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That time I got reincarnated as a slime

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[yuujis-sunshine]

hello!! May i ask for a vanitas no carte oneshot? Where the reader got badly injured and is crying because of the pain? With vanitas pls-

Fic type: hurt/comfort

Readers gender:Gender neutral

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕, @reomikagekin 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖! 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. [𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑶, 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑷𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑭𝑻𝒀-𝑻𝑾𝑶/𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑨 𝑺𝑼𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀-𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺]

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]

"NO, GET AWAY WITH ME FROM THAT!" They yell at the ravenette as [Name] backs away from him with tears in her eyes. How did the [Hair Color] man/woman ended up like this? It all started when he/she agreed to take out a Vampire, but after the defeat she felt extremely a lot of pain from the battle.

And now, [Name] was on the verge of death due to the injury that was on their arm and hip. But, Vanitas on the other hand tried to heal them yet they just kept either screaming or kicking their feet in his face. It was hard to deal with such a crybaby such as yourself, but he can't lie... Vanitas happens to like them secretly but didn't tell anyone except for Noè. "If you keep moving your injuries will get worse, IDIOT!" Vanitas had a tick on his head and tinted cheeks from how annoyed he was at this childish act. "You'll die if the cut doesn't get treated anytime soon." He told them as [Name] leans onto Vanitas' chest, trying not to cry since it was unbearable.

"What are you--"

"I don't like getting stitches, they hurt.. And I'm afraid of needles." [Name] admitted as the tears flowed from their eyes and sniffled while talking to the ravenette.

It was too true that [Name] had been afraid of needles their whole life, so without hesitation, Vanitas patted their back and told them, 'Just close your eyes and imagine a place you want to go.' He told them. [Name] cried still, but had a hard time doing what he asked. Instead, they was crying and breathing uncontrollably as Vanitas sighed heavily but hugged them soft to not damage her injury anymore.

"Will you do it, just for me?" He grabbed their soft hand before wiping the tears away and did what he asked, which was closing their eyes and relaxing onto the pillows and bed. Vanitas finally sighed in relief before stitching their hip and arm back before wiping the excess blood after stitching the injuries with a wet washcloth.

"I'm done." He said to them, [Name] then opened their eyes, seeing that bandages were wrapped on their arm and hip. A small smile plastered on [Name]'s face as Vanitas had a tiny smile with a blush, happy that they were okay. "Thank you, Vanitas. I'm starting to feel a little better." They said to him as Vanitas on the hand was putting up the first aid kit and nodded his head before leaving them by themself.

"It's my pleasure." He said before leaving.

𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑰𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑶𝑪, 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬. 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑲 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑬! 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑶 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑬'𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺, 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀. 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕!

[goldenislands]

@f1nalboss sent: ANANAS YOU SAGGY BITCH GET OVER HERE

Irritation is what the dragon felt as soon as Pitaya’s voice pierced his ears like an annoying banshee; showing throughout the golden walls of his throne room. Brows had furrowed; a huff of air leaving nostrils as the claws of his free hand tapped along the arm of his seat, the elbow of his other arm propped up and his chin resting against a closed fist.

One leg moved to cross over the other, head tilting slightly while remaining against his hand, a brow raising slowly as he saw the red dragon at the entrance.

“No, I’d rrrather not.”

[vulpecuula]

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

( danai gurira, female, she/her ) 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑸𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 : the forty one year old resident that's been around the 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑵 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 for three years. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, 𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 really proved how quick + tenacious they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite aggressive + pessimistic. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑪 within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their ᵐᵉᵈᶦᶜᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᵗᶦˢᵉ, ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ. ( charlie, she/her, 35, EST )

𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: happiness mentions (rip) + children zombies + solitary survival

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ---

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:   dominique veronika archer

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  nique, dom, ez

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  domino

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  FEB. 21st

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒:  10 pounds, 8 ounces   &  20 inches long  &  08:17 am

𝐀𝐆𝐄:  41 years old

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  female

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓:  the san francisco medical center

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  she/her

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  biromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  bisexual

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒:  danai gurira

𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: right-handed

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍:  elsbeth archer (15)

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌:  ᵀᴼ ᴮᵁᴵᴸᴰ ᴬ ᴴᴼᴹᴱ

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:  katana, dirt covered boots, medipac, canned soda, flannel, the color red, feathered stuffed animals, black makeup, chocolate

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: accepting interactions / plots / etc

𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑼𝑺 ▔▔▿▔▔

Dominque was born into a large family, her being the only daughter of the brood. She was surrounded by five brothers, older and younger. She grew up in a very loud household, quite busy. Her father was a doctor and her mother was a high school teacher. The mornings were a rowdy affair, everyone rushing around to get to their perspective places. Dominque was in the middle so she wasn't in need for attention or affection. The Archer's were quite loving, supportive, adoring. There were many little Archer's, but surprisingly enough, none of them were ever neglected. That carried into their teenage years as well.

As a result of her upbringing, Dominique tended to be a nurturing force as she grew. She would often times tend to the less fortunate, those in pain, those in need. She wouldn't shy around something as important as someone who needed something. She was for all intents and purposes a soft-hearted girl. She'd bend to help anything or anyone. Her smile would spread from cheek to cheek that was almost infectious. Her parents had called her their little heart. She also fell in her father's steps. Leaning towards caring for people and their medical needs. She also was an activist for a number of causes. If there was a rally or a protest she was present. Tending to wounds and emotional scars weren't the only ways to help people. She was an ear, a friend, a confidante.

Graduating was another one of those happy memories for her, taking the stage and hearing the absolutely booming voices of her brothers, parents, distant family members. It was one of the greatest moments of her life. She was used to being surrounded by her family, but this was something new. It was about her. The day carried on with a night out, dinner and a show. Her whole family all together and just as carefree as they were in the house. She remembered her uncle hoisting her onto their patio as they all toasted to her. She knew why it was so meaningful. She'd be leaving and this would be gone. She had to go to school and from there a top medical school. The hugs and voices tightened over the course of the night. She'd miss this more than anything else in the world. Family and community.

Then, she began her higher education, the eventuality that she would be alone for the first time in her life fillled her with uncertainty and anxiety. It only lasted for a few weeks, given shortly after she migrated to different groups. Whether they were in her classes or in any of the clubs or events that she found herself in. College was where she met Michael. He was a big, adorable jock who tried his hardest for her to attend the games, the parties, etc. She always said no, of course. Only to him and for no other reason than that it was their thing. That continued through her first year. The second year, things changed. Second year brought them together in a way that she hadn't expected. He saved her from a messy situation, and he just never left her side afterwards. She wasn't sure, but she hadn't noticed entirely was his endgame had been.

Dominique got married to Michael shortly after college graduation and they moved closer to where Dominique would be interning while finishing her licensing and moving through her goal to be a nurse. Michael was working his way through what he wanted to do, but Nique didn't care, she loved him and that was all that mattered. She worked herself bare moving between interning, her job and everything in between. Interning was exhausting within itself, calling her at all hours and Michael, the sweet man, was picking up her slack around the house. When she finally finished her internship Michael held this huge party for her with her friends and family. From that point her life moved pretty quickly. It was when she was twenty-seven when she found out that she was pregnant.

From there, their life changed, the time came and went for the baby and soon, that was the focus of their life. Ellie, they'd called her. Michael became determined after her birth to find his place in life, got a job and began to change in ways that didn't seem to matter at the time. She worked more and made time for Ellie. The years slid by in their little bubble, a nice marital bliss and happy little family. She loved everything about her life. Then, all of that went away.

𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑼𝑺 ▔▔▿▔▔

Her family were all in different places when the world went to shit. Domique had been at the hospital, of course. Michael had been at home and little Ellie had been at school. Nique had been drowning in bodies before she had even heard of the news and went through the process of learning exactly what it was. The reanimation taking her and most of the medical staff by surprise. She'd had no choice, but to adapt very quickly. She'd learned within the first few seconds not to get close, to keep a safe distance, not to let them bite and (assumingly) scratch you. She had quickly become armed with a number of medical tools to fight off what she needed to. Among them, a scalpel and a bed pan.

She fought tooth and nail for ten hours in the hospital for her survival and escape from it. Her body was exhausted, her fingers slightly numb from the way she had been tightened for so long. She finally had made her way to her home and to her biggest fear, nothing was there. So much so, that their house was on fire and was smoking. She fought her way inside, yelling her husbands name, yelling her daughters names to no avail. The only thing that responded was more of them. She made her way to the school next which had almost the same results. The only difference was that instead of mostly adults with the strange affliction, it was children. None she had recognized as her own Ellie. She had taken off after a few hours moving through the school and set into a quiet, horrifying panic. She was all alone now.

And that was how the years since the outbreak had remained. She didn't fall in with groups or look for other survivors. She stuck around town for what she thought might have been a few months, returning to the places she knew her family had been in hopes that they'd return. They hadn't. She was all alone for the first time in her life, remaining in that silent survival. She hunkered through the wild, quiet and unassuming. Finding tools and weapons that she needed. She had a bunker underground that she'd found and had remained there with supplies. She came up one day at the sound of a scream, hidden underneath her shroud. That person was in need of medical attention and once Dominique had bandaged her up, she escorted her back to the San Francisco Medical Center where they'd asked her to stay.

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 ---

says a prayer to her husband and daughter every night before bed, torn between the thought of them dead or out there somewhere where she can't find them.

favorite treat is chocolate and will sometimes do favors for a nick of it, in any kind of fashion.

has two weapons of choice in her armory: a katana and a rusted old scalpel that's the same one from her hospital back home.

can be very quiet and reserved, but she will let you know what's what as far as honesty goes. she will never sugar-coat anything as long as she lives and breathes.

children first. always. she will go to any lengths to save or help a child whether they ask for it or not.

takes runs. not for exercise, but to keep her stamina and cardio up to par. this happens once a day, weather dependent.

[saintslaughter-a]

          𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑬,

                    𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑳,

                           𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑹,

                                   𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬, 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑾,

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𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝒀, 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑮𝑶. 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑮 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑨𝒀.

jay kuronuma was only twenty-one when he first disappeared. although he was the wagakashira/underboss of the kuronuma clan, he shirked his duties frequently, instead opting to focus on his passion for music.

when minato kuronuma, oyabun of the clan, went to prison, everything went to hell, and nothing was ever the same for jay again. although jay had no love at all for his father, he was still protected under minato's reign of terror and ruthlessness. jay even then turned a blind eye to a clan that, at least for the moment, was solely on his shoulders. he considered to pursue his own dreams. his own interests with the idea that he could one day find a way out of all of this. find happiness.

of course, as most do, that dream died on the same day he was sold by one of his own trusted enforcers, ryan yamamura, to the rival inagawa clan. and so too did jay, and the world as he knew it.

𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺, 𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑰 𝑭𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝒀.

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🔪        VERENA HAEVEN STJAMES está de volta a cidade, é uma dos dezesseis e todos a conhecem como THE BIMBO. em 2009 quando ainda morava em DOWNTOWN, aos DEZOITO anos, era conhecida por ser OUSADA e DUAS CARAS. hoje, aos TRINTA E TRÊS anos, ela é uma MODELO, que as pessoas descrevem como PERSEVERANTE e MATERIALISTA.

𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖

como poderia ser esperada alguma racionabilidade e estabilidade emocional de verena, quando sequer uma família para chamar de sua ela tinha? filha única de uma mãe mãe materialista e alcoólatra, e de um pai - se é que pode ser chamado assim - que fora comprar cigarro e jamais voltara. fora criada na base do grito, sem conhecer o amor, com a cabeça cheia das falas de sua mãe de que ela era apenas um rostinho bonito e que deveria usar disso para fisgar o melhor partido e tornar-se uma trophy wife. como poderia sonhar com um futuro de verdade, quando sua existência era resumida a nada? podia não ter auto-estima alguma, mas tinha a sorte de ter beleza, e aos olhos alheios, era confundido como a mesma coisa. sem sequer conhecer o que era, buscou por amor em todos os cantos, submetendo-se a tudo em seu nome. talvez, se viesse de uma criação melhor e tivesse uma base familiar, pudesse realmente um dia tornar-se a esposa troféu; mas em suas condições, tudo o que o destino a ofereceu foi o título de “the bimbo���. como um lobo em pele de cordeiro, era a patricinha de quinta categoria. 

𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖

mas quando tudo aconteceu, se tocou de que não teria futuro de verdade ali. aliás, em qualquer outro lugar, seria difícil verem-na como mais do que um rostinho marcado pela tragédia. se não podia contra, então, juntou-se a favor da maré: a face da pobre garota amedrontada de devil’s kettle passou de estampar os jornais para estampar revistas e outdoors. podia não ter um cérebro que lhe garantiria um futuro brilhante, porém tinha o rosto que fora sua chave de entrada para o mundo da moda. não precisava fazer muito mais do que andar exibindo o corpo pela passarela, ou posar sensualmente na frente das câmeras, e o bom dinheiro vinha a seu encontro. não foi surpresa para ninguém que a conhecia de verdade a forma como abandonou a mulher que lhe parira em devil’s kettle, enquanto conquistava o tão sonhado mundo material diretamente de nova iorque. se não encontrara felicidade no amor de uma família, o supria muito bem com a ostentação de posses luxuosas e festas que enchiam a casa da dona do coração vazio.

coração, este, que fora sua ruína. se não tivesse dado ouvidos a ele, quem sabe estaria tudo bem. quem sabe ainda estaria vivendo sua vida superficial e fútil, mas feliz! mas, não... ao escutar o bater de seu coração, seguira o namorado de volta ao poço do inferno, dissera o sim mais esperado de sua vida, somente para ter o coração quebrado. mal tivera tempo de sonhar com um bom futuro quando este já fora-lhe arrancado dolorosamente, com a notícia de que ficara teoricamente viúva. a única pessoa que amara-lhe verdadeiramente nessa vida, agora se fora. e, junto, levara qualquer margem que verena dera para ter sentimentos. ninguém poderia quebrá-lo, se verena não tivesse mais um coração.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

THE STONER  ⸻  o amor de THE STONER era VERENA, nunca tendo ele feito questão de esconder. durante muito tempo possuiu uma paixonite na outra, que não dava muita ideia por pensar que não se passava de algum piada do adolescente. porém, os sentimentos de THE STONER eram sinceros e o casal apaixonado passou a namorar. eram os típicos high school sweethearts, sempre juntos e nauseantemente fofos. ao deixarem devil's keetle, THE STONER terminou com VERENA visando a segurança da mesma. entretanto, alguns anos depois se reencontraram e reataram o relacionamento. THE STONER morreu horas após pedir VERENA em casamento.

THE FUCKBOY  ⸻  eram melhores amigos, frequentavam a casa um do outro, iam as mesmas festas, amavam e odiavam as mesmas pessoas - ou quase isso. eles se entendiam e por mais surpreendente que fosse, VIKTOR jamais permitiu que qualquer comentário machista contra VERENA fosse tecido a sua frente. ele a defendia de tudo e todos, vice versa. a amizade de ambos era tida por todos como inquebrável, porém teve sua prova de fogo quando VERENA passou a namorar THE STONER. o namorado e o melhor amigo da garota se odiavam, e antes mesmo que ela tivesse de escolher, VIKTOR escolheu por ela. assim, o laço inquebrável se desfez.

THE SKEPTIC  ⸻  VERENA nunca entendeu o porquê de THE SKEPTIC ser tão rude com ela. THE SKEPTIC era mais grosseira que o resto, sempre se mostrando impaciente na presença da outra. VERENA nunca esforçou-se, THE SKEPTIC não era de seu grupo de amigos e não era ninguém relevante para VERENA. de toda forma, sentia-se magoada com os comentários maldosos que sequer sabia a razão.

THE SCHOLAR  ⸻  tba.

THE FUCKBOY ⸻  tba.

THE JOCK  ⸻  assim como VERENA, NATHANIEL também sempre era presença garantida na farra, não sendo surpresa que saberiam divertir-se juntos. nunca evoluiu para nada sério, dada a fama justificada de garota fácil de VERENA e o desinteresse no compromisso de NATHANIEL. 

THE HYSTERIC  ⸻  tba.

THE MARIONETTE  ⸻  tba.

THE WALLFLOWER ⸻  tba.

THE CHEERLEADER  ⸻  tba.

THE COP  ⸻  tba.

THE OCCULTIST ⸻  tba.

THE HUNTER  ⸻  tba.

THE BAD BOY  ⸻  tba.

THE LONER  ⸻  tba.

THE FINAL GIRL  ⸻  tba.

𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻

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(  DARYL MCCORMACK.  CIS MALE.  HE / HIM  . TWENTY NINE.  ) 𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶  from  hercules  has  found  themselves  trapped  in  grimsby.  though  here  they  go  by  DORIAN BOSLEY.   they  reside  in  virterre creek,  and  have  been  passing  time  working  as  a BARTENDER  at  the strip club.  according  to  the  people  around  town,  they're  often  seen  BUSKING IN THE TOWN CENTRE  and  they've  also  mentioned  that  they're  just  as  -  self - centred and flighty,  but  as   +  ambitious and galant  as  ever.   +  sun shining through autumn leaves , first sip of iced coffee in the morning , the cold side of the pillow , the lingering silence after a song that warms the heart.  always  seems  to  remind  people  of  them.  i  wonder  how  well  they'll  do  around  here.

hi  all  !  my  name  is  dani  ,  my  pronouns  are  she  /  they  ,  i'm  26  ,  in  the  gmt  timezone  and  i'm  super  excited  to  be  here.  i  can't  wait  to  plot  with  all  of  you.  x

𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬

growing  up  on  olympus  ,  amongst  divine  family  and  worshippers  ,  apollo's  life  was  easy.  all  things  beauty  and  grace  handed  to  him  on  silver  platters  ,  nectar  flowing  ,  offerings  made  ...  the  young  god  lived  a  life  of  luxury.  the  ultimate  luxury  ,  perhaps.  born  to  the  king  of  the  gods  ,  zeus  ,  and  leto  ,  a  titan  goddess  of  fertility.  stepmother  hera  never  too  pleased  about  her  husbands  infidelity  ,  she  still  took  somewhat  of  a  liking  to  the  twins  ,  as  much  as  she  was  able.  time  on  olympus  was  imperceivable  by  mere  mortals  and  frankly  ,  the  gods  cared  too  little  to  pay  attention.  the  twins  were  tied  at  the  hip  ,  but  polar  opposites.  the  twins  grew  and  where  his  twin  artemis  became  known  for  her  hunting  ,  her  chastity  ,  passion  and  protectiveness  over  women  ,  he  became  known  for  his  music  ,  association  with  the  sun  and  with  prophecy.  often  taking  a  leaf  out  of  his  father's  book  ,  he  held  many  partners  of  any  gender  ,  never  finding  himself  quite  satisfied.

royal  and  divine  duties  were  not  what  he  longed  for.  the  wind  in  his  hair  ,  shooting  his  chariot  across  the  sky  ,  finding  seers  and  providing  them  with  gifts  and  prophecies  ,  it  was  fun  and  all  ,  but  it  was  what  he  was  supposed  to  do.  he  desired  rebellion.  often  blinding  in  with  mortals  ,  walking  alongside  them  and  providing  them  with  song  and  offering  them  reflection.  his  lyrics  ,  his  lyre  ,  the  melodies  tinged  with  magic  ,  often  proved  insightful  ,  showing  him  and  many  others  what  was  yet  to  come  ,  though  if  anyone  asked  ,  he  was  a  simple  bard.  the  curse  that  fell  upon  them  was  something  ,  however  ,  he  had  not  foreseen.

𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬

finding  himself  torn  from  luxury  ,  from  the  life  he  had  always  known  ,  grimsby  was  something  new.  the  days  seemed  long  and  dark  ,  desolate  ,  and  he  realised  that  the  trips  he  had  taken  into  the  world  of  the  mortals  had  been  fun  because  it  had  been  temporary.  when  he  was  done  ,  he  found  his  way  back  to  mount  olympus  ,  among  (  somewhat  )  loving  family  ,  with  duties  to  fulfil  but  no  consequences  or  worries.  rebellion  did  not  taste  so  sweet  now.  as  the  days  progressed  ,  however  ,  the  two  seemed  to  blend  together.  duties  ,  whether  it  was  driving  the  sun  chariot  across  the  sky  or  blessing  seers  with  prophecies  ,  it  was  not  much  different  than  pouring  drinks  for  people  at  a  bar.  they  poured  their  hearts  out  to  them  ,  and  he  held  up  a  mirror  in  their  face  with  carefully  chosen  words.  his  love  and  talent  for  music  and  song  was  still  with  him  ,  though  he  had  to  rely  on  skill  rather  than  divine  sense  to  get  him  ahead  now.

to  work  for  his  livelihood  ...  it  was  fulfilling.  nothing  came  easy  to  him  but  perhaps  that  was  the  way  it  was  meant  to  be.  that  tinge  of  fear  always  lingered  ,  though  -  as  a  god  ,  he  was  nearly  indestructible  ,  but  here  he  was  mortal.  he  wondered  ,  at  times  ,  what  would  happen  to  him  if  the  mortal  world  proved  too  lethal  for  him.  would  he  return  to  his  life  on  olympus  ,  to  hades  in  the  underworld  ?  or  would  he  find  himself  stuck  in  a  limbo  for  eternity.  philosophical  questions  such  as  those  ,  he  now  deals  with  in  song  ,  often  found  busking  in  the  town  centre  for  tips  and  in  hopes  to  touch  someone's  heart  with  a  well-chosen  word  or  rhyme.

𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑰𝑫𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑺

he  wakes  up  to  watch  the  sunrise  every  morning  ,  and  often  tries  to  catch  the  sunset.  his  night  and  day  cycle  follows  the  sun  ,  sleeping  more  in  winter  months  and  less  in  summer  months.  he  often  wonders  if  it  is  helios  driving  the  chariot  now  and  watches  the  colours  of  the  sky  change.  

despite  the  fact  that  he  has  learned  to  appreciate  the  mortal  life  ,  he  still  longs  to  return  home  one  day  ,  and  is  scared  to  get  attached  to  anyone  in  case  he  may  one  day  lose  them  again.

headcanon  :  his  voice  claim  is  hozier.