#( adelaine about. ) *

[kanatashinkaifr]

here's the remainder of belphegors selfie story!!

had to split it up cuz it was too much text.. I kept everything the exact same, with the exception of occasional mistranslations and making it somewhat gender neutral (but this is afab MC!!). link to the first part can be found below. NSFW below the cut, hope you enjoy!! :3

link to the first part

@adelaine-rose

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh-!

As the soft skin and flesh of your breasts repeatedly stroked up and down furiously against the hard surface of his reversely hard cock, Belphegor's lower stomach heaved and his abs became even more defined.

Each time the slightly cool piercing rubbed against your hot flesh, you shivered, feeling the irritation of something scraping against it, despite its smooth surface.

His cock made a hissing sound as it rubbed against your sweaty cleavage, and you heard Beleth make a distressed 'Mmmm...' that overlapped.

Then you realized that your ass, which was still being hotly massaged by someone, was steaming hot.

MC: (I'm... Rubbing Belphegor's cock against my own chest... Listening to Beleth's voice...)

You closed your eyes, unaware of the weakness in your knees, unaware of your hips moving, unaware of your gasping for breath, lost in the hazy, sweet sensations as if you were dreaming.

Then, once again, the sensation that should have been felt only in your chest traveled elsewhere.

MC: Uh, that's...?!

Between your legs, where it was hottest right now, you felt Belphegor's shaft rubbing against you.

Belphegor: I ain't doin' much. It's all on you.

Belphegor said to you, still standing impossibly still.

At the same time, he licked his dry lips slowly, and the feel of his wet, hot tongue spread to your cheeks, the back of your knees, your armpits.

MC: Urgh...?! No, don't say it, don't...!

Every time he spoke, breathed, or licked his lips, you felt your entire body being caressed by his mouth, and you could barely stand on your knees.

Just then, the tip of his cock, which was being pistoned against your cleavage, rose up high and touched your lips with a soft, audible thud.

At that moment, you felt Belphegor's loins stiffen even more, and with a giggle, you managed to simultaneously piston his cock with your chest and suck its tip.

Belphegor: Mmmm... Now that's some good hustle.

An uncontrollable moan escaped Belphegor's mouth.

You tried to gather momentum and move faster, but Belphegor grabbed your shoulders.

You looked up and saw that his face was as red as yours.

Belphegor: Oh yeah, for sure. Feels mighty fine when ya work hard for me.

He said with great satisfaction. Then, suddenly, he pulled the dice out of his chest.

He threw it on the floor and... It showed a 1.

Belphegor: That's it. Sittin' still ain't my style.

Before you could ask what a one meant, he pulled you up and stood you up. And ordered.

Belphegor: Give me some sugar.

You didn't hesitate for a second, kissing him back.

No, you definitely kissed him, but...

MC: Oof...? Mmm...?!

As he slipped his tongue in, eyes wide open and staring at you, sensations raced through every inch of your body that his gaze touched.

His wet tongue slipped into your earlobe and licked the hole deeply, and at the same time, the space between your fingers was licked, and you felt like you were being humiliated by his tongue all over, from your toes, to your sensitive ankles, to your sunken navel and hard nipples.

MC: (I can't take it...!! Aah...!! No, I'm too sensitive...!!)

Tremble...!

You ended up clutching both of Belphegor's arms tightly and came just from kissing him.

The ecstasy of being kissed all over was no different from sex.

And when you finally broke away, gasping, you were about to collapse against your own weak back,

Roll...

Belphegor: Two. Ain't too shabby.

With another roll of the dice, Belphegor raised the corner of his mouth and

ordered you.

Belphegor: Spread 'em wide.

You could tell he wasn't simply asking you to change your position.

So you forced your legs, which were wobbly from excitement and languor, and spread them apart.

Then, without Belphegor's prompting, you pulled down your bottoms and opened the bottom of Belphegor's kimono.

Belphegor's cock, already wet with your sweat, was even wetter than it had been a moment ago.

Just then, Belphegor was about to roll the dice one more time, but before he could, you slipped his into your hole and swallowed him whole.

Belphegor: Ouch...

MC: Ah...! Yeah...!!

You began to move immediately, not giving Belphegor a chance to throw row th the next dice.

You shifted your hips until you were out of breath, trying to keep your heels upright so that you could stand face to face.

You gripped Belphegor's hips with both hands, feeling the uncanny sensation of Belphegor's low moans ringing simultaneously between your hip bones.

MC: It's not... Deep enough... Mmm, mmm, mmm...!

Feeling that your own movements weren't enough, you grabbed Belphegor's hips and pulled him into you.

Then the bumps on Belphegor's cock - the piercing-scraped more aggressively inside you, squeezing out your moans.

It made Belphegor feel like a full-sized, living, breathing dildo, but although he said he couldn't be bothered, he was now sneaking in and out of you.

To anyone watching, it looked like Belphegor was being fucked by you, but you alone were feeling quite the opposite.

You only had one hole that was full with his cock, but it felt as if you had a second and third hole somewhere, and they were all being pierced by Belphegor.

MC: Ahhh...! There are so many...!

Beleth: ...I ain't sure what ya up to, but looks like a darn good time.

Beleth furtively turned around to look at you with dark, shining eyes, but Belphegor grabbed his head and turned it back.

Belphegor: Ya ain't got no room left for more marks on yer body, huh?

Beleth: What ya mean? Still got plenty of space...

Crunch-!

You bit Belphegor's collarbone, causing Beleth to stop what he was saying and watch you with an odd look in his eyes.

The fact that Beleth and Belphegor were casually talking to each other while you were bare-chested and moaning to yourself somehow fueled your

arousal even more.

And then, as soon as your fevered head heard the word 'teeth marks', you bit down on Belphegor's collarbone.

But that was the end of it. In the back of your languidly molten mind, you harbored a command that said, "I must mangle him obscenely," but you had no rationality left to carry it out.

Right now, your instincts were focused on being touched by Belphegor, as if being touched by more than one person, your entire body surrendering to his touch in a warped sense of time and space.

Belphegor: Keke, Solomon's daughter, with you 'round, I don't gotta roll no dice. You find what I need and make it happen.

MC: The answer... You want...?

You asked, panting and clenching downward in ecstatic pleasure, as Belphegor pulled you into his arms with one hand and whispered.

Belphegor: Solomon taught me how to throw them dice.

Ya know why he never lost?

Cause he knew how to roll 'em just right.

MC: ..?!!

As if he didn't need an answer, Belphegor suddenly thrust hard, causing you to straighten up and tremble as if you'd been skewered.

The problem was that even this sensation was spreading through every inch of your body at the same time.

You choked and sobbed as you felt his invisible cock enter your open mouth, filling your throat with its hard length.

And before you could even get used to the pressure and the tightly packed pleasure, Belphegor began to move roughly at your waist, which he had never moved properly before.

MC: N-no...!!! It's...!! Too much...!!! Too, hard...!!!

Belphegor: Hold this for me.

Belphegor lowered his head good-naturedly, and the black halo came into your shaking gaze as your entire body shook, pierced by him.

Without a moment to think, you grabbed the halo as he commanded.

Then the thing you thought was fixed to the top of his head wobbled as if you'd tugged at the brim of his hat.

Belphegor: That's irksome. But wear it for a spell.

Belphegor didn't stop thrusting as he removed the halo from his head and placed it on top of yours. And then...

Thump...! Thump...! Thump...!

Your heartbeat quickened like a bad headache, and the vibrations thudded against your temples, forehead, brow, and eyes.

The moment you thought your vision seemed to darken slightly, you realized it was due to the black, ominous energy flowing from your body.

MC: Ah, urgh, ugh, wa-it, this... What the Hell,

Beleth: The halo of a fallen angel.

Your pupils dilated as Beleth finished the answer for you.

Like a nocturnal beast waking up from a long sleep to finally go on the hunt.

Crunch-!!!

You bit down on Belphegor's chest, not at anyone's request, but simply by blackened instinct.

Feeling Belphegor thrashing wildly on his own, you grabbed his ass, not to pull him away, but to dig your nails into it and rake it roughly.

Every time the pure lust of a devil and the black instincts of a fallen angel clashed inside you, Belphegor thrust inside you in time as if he knew the beat of those sparks.

You didn't even realize how strange it was that you didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt or hesitation as you drove your teeth and nails into every inch of his body.

It was so sweet to feel Belphegor scratching at your fingertips, at the tips of your teeth, at the very edge of your body, at the sharpest part of you, that it made your mouth water.

But it felt a little different than pure sexual pleasure, and Beleth, noticing that, tapped Belphegor's on the side.

Beleth: Hey, Your Majesty. Gotta mind yer step if ya don't wanna tumble too far. Don't wanna make this our last dance, ya hear?

Belphegor: Oh, fer real? Ain't lookin' to get all riled up.

Belphegor scratched his head, enjoying the moment regardless of whether or not his body became a mess, or the person who was fucking themself standing up lost their mind or not.

With a rueful look, he then took the halo from back your head and put it back on his own.

Your vision brightened a bit again, and your hot stomach cooled a little. But your arousal hadn't cooled at all.

As your senses returned a little, you recognized Belphegor, who had looked like prey only moments before, as the heart-stoppingly handsome man he was, and you savored the pleasure of having him in your arms.

Belphegor also seemed to be waiting as the light returned to your eyes, and he spurred his hips, squeezing the back of your head hard enough to hurt a little.

Naturally, the sensation spread throughout your body as well, and you bit your lip as you felt your empty breasts and neck gripped firmly in his hands.

Belphegor: Ya held it down. 'Cause of you, I nearly got everything I wanted.

Maya: Nearly, everything...?

Belphegor: I wanted to know more 'bout ya, but this ain't quite enough.

Belphegor started to explain more, but quickly pulled an expression that said, 'Annoying.' and grinned.

Belphegor: Ain't got the patience. Should I twist it up and narrow it down again?

With an 'It's annoying-' Belphegor picked up the pace of his thrusts with the words, and you were left with your mouth open, unable to say anything, your chin quivering as you tightened the inside of your ass.

And just before the last syllable of his words ended.

Fwp!!!

Belphegor's cock pierced deep inside you in one swift thrust, leaving thrusting his smooth piercing in your most pleasurable spot.

MC: ...!!!!!!.... Ah....hh...!!!

As you tightened your muscles with every fiber of your being, Belphegor's body jerked and shuddered, spurting his cum inside of you.

But the very next moment.

Something hot and wet filled you, and at the same time, you felt a strange sensation from beneath you, where his cock was inserted into.

It felt as if you were being corrupted from there. As if your entire body was turning black from there.

MC: Bel, phegor, wait, my, body, feels, strange...

Your eyes and tongue were completely unhinged and dripping, and for a moment, as if you had borrowed the corrupted halo for a moment, you felt a black energy swirling through your body, energizing you.

You opened your mouth wide and swallowed Belphegor's lips, as if to feed another surge of ferocious lust that had just climaxed.

Your eyes and tongue were completely unhinged and dripping, and for a moment, as if you had borrowed the corrupted halo for a moment, you felt a black energy swirling through your body, energizing you.

You opened your mouth wide and swallowed Belphegor's lips, as if to feed another surge of ferocious lust that had just climaxed.

But just before your lips touched his, Belphegor chuckled and muttered, 'I liked that' and something bigger than your predatory arousal opened your mouth.

It was the black, silent, overwhelming aura that flowed from Belphegor's body.

He swallowed your lips as if he steal the moment, and your tongues entwined...

MC: (I'm being swallowed...?!)

The sensation of your presence, not your tongue, but your very existence, rushed past his lips, past his tongue, down his esophagus and stomach.

You were being sucked somewhere, in Belphegor's warped sense of time and dimension.

It felt like something sticky, hot, and narrow was swallowing your entire body, from head to toe, and then you were being sucked downward, downward, downward, into an unknown place.

There should be a few seconds of the highest point of pleasure, heightened as if time stood still, followed by a slow fading afterglow,

But in that slow buildup, your climax was at its peak the whole time.

MC: (It... feels... like... something... is... in... My... stomach...)

Finally, after the sensation of your body being pulled downward, you relaxed. It was a sweet languor that was unlike any post-sex afterglow you'd ever felt.

You thought that if you were going into someone's stomach the way you felt right now, you might as well be digested.

Slowly, your consciousness drifted away, and you drifted into sleep.

Plop.

Your body shuddered as the power drained from you, and Beleth reflexively sat up and took you in. The next moment.

Click-!

You heard Belphegor take a selfie in the full-length mirror on the wall.

Belphegor: Hand it over now.

Belphegor reached out to Beleth without even straightening his clothes, wet with sweat, cum, and Maya's saliva.

Beleth: Huh????

Beleth asked, startled into a rare look of stupidity, then recovered himself when Belphegor didn't ask, 'What.'.

Beleth: Would just one picture do? You said you wanted to take first place in that contest.

Belphegor: You want me to snap more? What a bother.

Beleth asked again when Belphegor still held out his arm as if to say, 'Give it to me.'

Beleth: You said you don't do sweet 'cause it's annoyin'.

Belphegor: Thought leavin' it be might be more of a hassle.

Beleth: Huh?

Belphegor: I'd feel like I'm missin' out. That feelin's the worst.

Beleth grumbled and looked at Belphegor, who took Maya's body from Beleth's arms and Beleth spat out a hollow laugh.

Beleth: You said you couldn't be bothered, but you went all the way. You chowed down on them again, huh? MC's one thing, but you gonna be so full you'll nod off again!

Belphegor: Don't rouse me for a bit. Reckon I'm fixin' to have a sweet dream.

Beleth: Just gotta jab at an insomniac underling, huh?

Without answering Beleth's words, Belphegor turned irresponsibly to the bed and laid you down, lying down beside you.

He stretched out one arm and placed it under your head... And within five seconds you were asleep.

Beleth: ...Even a tranquilizer gun'd put me to sleep slower'n that.

Beleth smirked, but still made sure to tuck Belphegor's covers over him, and his loving touch was no exception as you fell into a deep slumber.

Beleth: My. Clampin' your jaw like that'll give you nightmares.

He smirked as he gently stroked your chin, then suddenly yawned.

Beleth: ...Ugh, startin' to feel a mite sleepy myself.

Beleth folded his large body into a folding motion and snuggled down next to you.

For two people who had just done the most adult thing possible, there was a pleasant scent that ironically smelled like the flesh of a child.

Beleth: (...I'm sleepy...)

As Beleth settled down, Belphegor and you snuggled up next to him as if looking for pillows, and Beleth smiled pleasantly in his sleep, extending his arm to tuck it in under your head.

You fell asleep on the arm pillows of two men at the same time, and when you woke up, you were asleep and unaware of the world...

MC: ...Huh? When did I get back?

You woke up feeling refreshed, as if you had slept for days.

All of your senses were back to normal, and thankfully, you only heard the ticking of the clock or the rustling of the sheets once in the right direction.

But the afterglow of pleasure still lingering in your body didn't go away easily, so you quietly pulled the covers back up and slid your hand down between your legs.

MC: (It was like being digested naked... like being rolled around on someone's tongue in a big mouth and then swallowed...)

While you were masturbating alone in the quiet of your room, the winner of the latest Phenomenon's contest was announced outside.

His picture was plastered all over Hell, and everyone cheered like it was a festival.

It wasn't until late the next afternoon, when you fell into another deep sleep after another round of masturbation, that you heard the news,

And it was only after waking up after two weeks of contented slumber that Belphegor, the devil involved, heard the news.

[thecosmiccurator]

˚ʚɞ my reality masterlist ! ₊˚

ʚɞ my core realities ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

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[extrovedteen]

WAIT Y/N! Quick Note: For those of you that saw ‘chapter one’ I decided to just break it down into individual parts all based on NEP’s PUP EP because I’m obsessed and it gives me hardcore Colby vibes so for all of us Colby Brock girls, this ones for us!

Warning: SMUT , FLUFF and everything in between. Enjoy my lovelies, if we like this I may do a Kit Connor one afterwards!

PART 1: FENDER (COLBY BROCK x READER)

“I really like it when you scream, I really like when you do not hurt me, I really like the way I look up at you and somehow you look down on me kindly.”

"You're not meant for that side of YouTube!" your manager yelled at you through the phone.

"It's what I want to do, I'm not interested in-" you started, trying to be heard.

"You're not doing it!" Your manager said sternly, you felt your heart break, as you knew you weren't in control of your own carer and if you wanted to continue this life, you had to stay a lifestyle guru.

You woke up in a hot sweat, a squeal escaping your lips before you fully woke up and understood that it was just a dream, your subconscious coming through.

"Hey guys, what's up! It's Y/N!" You spoke into your camera, you had just bought a brand new Cannon EOS R5. You had been with Cannon since your dad had bought you your very own Cannon EOS 5DS for your 16 birthday, when it all began. "And Happy Vlogmas Day 1!" You grinned from ear to ear, you were now 22 and vlogmas was the only thing you still truly loved about being a lifestyle guru. "Today we're hanging out with Adelaine Morin, we're going to go to the gym, our personal trainer is waiting for us, somehow we're always late." You laughed into the camera, you felt so fake.

Kris: we should have a sleep over tonight!

You had become close friends with Kris and Celina in the last few years of your career, they were the only ones that truly knew what you wanted to do on YouTube and about your gift

Ever since you remembered you had the gift of clairsentience (noun. the ability to perceive emotional or psychic energy that is imperceptible to the five standard senses.) and therefore you wanted to explore with this gift as it was only getting stronger as you were getting older, but your fan base was with you for lifestyle content and not paranormal investigations. You were worried about losing your fan base if you had a change, so you never did.

You had met Kris and Celina at a Tik-Tok event and the three of you had become inseparable ever since, and you loved spending time together however they knew that they had to hide you in their videos so you'd always be there, but nobody would know.

Celina: At Y/N's? I'll bring crumble!

You smiled at your phone, but then frowned as you knew it was vlogmas and that you needed that time to create content, during Vlogmas it was hard to keep up the double life, so you replied with

Y/N: I truly wish I could, but it's Vlogmas :( and I really need the time to create content.

Kris: Oh, yeah I forgot. It's understandable, but we'll really miss you this month.

Celina: you should just tell your fans the truth, I'm sure they'd understand and be really excited for the new content.

You had wished that it would be like that, but you knew otherwise, you had seen one person who was truly successful at a whole new brand change which was Taylor Swift, and you were no Taylor Swift. Instead you were Miley Cyrus, living a double life.

Y/N: guys unfortunately I'm no Taylor Swift... instead I'm a Miley Cyrus...

Kris: YOU GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS!! 👩‍🎤

Celina: CHILL IT OUT, TAKE IT SLOW!

Y/N: THEN YOU ROCK OUT THE SHOW!

You chuckled as you replied, no matter how much you truly cherished your friendships with the other lifestyle guru's especially Adelaine you knew you only truly fit in with Kris and Celina, they made you feel welcomed, they made you laugh and you could always be your truest self without being judged.

Y/N: I have to go! I have the gym this morning, but I'll talk to you guys later

You added to the chat and headed off to pick up Adelaine in your yellow Tesla, your dream car. You picked up Adelaine and the two of you went to grab something for breakfast from Starbucks before heading to the GYM.

"I just picked up Adelaine and we grabbed some Starbucks for breakfast, I got the egg bites and an iced matcha." You said, shaking your drink as you took a sip, your Tesla driving for you. "So good!" You grinned, Adelaine then shared what she got as well before you both said "and now we're on our way to the gym!"

Cut to the gym, it was leg day for you and so your PT talked you through that and you captured as much footage as possible before the session was over. After the gym, you and Adelaine went shopping to target to do some Christmas shopping and found something you knew that Kris would die for and so you recorded yourself putting into in the trolley, as a part of your footage for the day when your phone pinged.

Celina: Sam and Colby are coming to mine, we're filming a video on my haunted house.

As soon as you saw the names of the boys you wished you could go, Sam and Colby you had met them a handful of times as you were in their friend groups and would go to the same parties, you still remembered the first time you had never met Colby as clear as day. You glanced at him from across the room only to see him already looking down on you kindly, it made your breath hitch and your heart flutter. He walked over to you, it was an open mic tik-tok event and he was going to sing his song ‘Skin’ you also sang every now and again, but what influencer didn’t really. You knew how to play the bass and so when you noticed him holding his bass, you walked over to him confidently.

‘Nice Bass, It looks really expensive. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, holding your hand out. He took your hand and kissed the back of it.

‘Colby.’ He replied before smirking up at you ‘Do you know how to play?’ He asked you.

‘Yeah, a little.’ You replied, feeling cheeky. He took his bass off and placed it over you.

‘Back straight, chest out.’ He instructed, you followed his instructions.

‘You lied bunny, you’re good’ He grinned, his breath on your neck as he stood behind you.

‘I know, I was just messing with you.’ You laughed, feeling the tension in the air of him standing behind you and obviously flirting with you.

‘No, say it.’ He said sternly, he very much had dominate energy and you couldn’t help but blush.

‘Say what?’ You asked, confused.

‘Say that you’re good.’ He continued.

‘Okay, I’m good.’ You admitted, turning around and looking into his eyes trying to make him feel just as intimidated.

‘Good Girl.’ He said looking into your eyes, he definitely wasn’t the littlest bit intimidated and he took his bass back before walking out on stage.

You still remembered everything he ‘taught you that night’ even how surprised he was when you played for him and found out how good you were.

You blushed, thinking about it until Adelaine’s voice bought you out of it. ‘Y/N!’ She spoke loudly before waving her hand in your face. ‘What are you thinking about that’s got your face all red? Wait! Is it a guy? Finally!’ She grinned. ‘WHO? Who is it?’ She asked, excited. She had been waiting for you to get into a relationship since you guys had met seven years ago, you had never had a boyfriend before.

‘Nobody.’ You laughed, your phone pinging again.

‘Is that him?’ She asked, reaching for your phone and you instantly became scared of her seeing who was messaging you so you shoved your phone into your pocket.

‘Don’t.’ You said sternly. She was surprised but that but dropped the conversation not wanting to upset you further.

‘Who is that for anyway?’ She asked you, looking into your trolley. ‘Just a friend from back home’ You lied. You hated lying to your best friend of seven years but your fear was far too strong and you knew you needed to keep the two lives separate, if you ever felt the courage to change your carer she would be the first to know, other then those from that other life.

Kris: Count me in!

You sighed, reading the message that had come through

Y/N: Have fun guys!

was all you could say, knowing your fans were counting on you getting enough footage each day for vlogmas. Instead of counting down to Christmas you were counting down the days until you could finally spend time with your best friends and see the boy that you had a crush on, not a crush- you just thought he was cute- or annoying.

-

Kris: Colby is talking about you!

Celina: He asked where you are AH

Y/N: Guys, he’s probably just used to me being with you guys and helping you paranormal investigate because I have a gift.

Celina: Yeah and because he probably wants to give you a gift ;)

Kris: BOO YEAH! GOOD ONE.

You just laughed at your best friend’s messages, shaking your head as you sighed, stretched and finished editing the thumbnail as you had already sent off the footage to your editor. By the time you were done it was 12:00AM and you knew they could possibly still be filming.

Y/N: I’m finally done! Be proud.

Kris: We’re so proud of you, beautiful. We’re almost done filming, we’re just about to do some rituals to close.

Celina: Get over here RIGHT NOW! Sam and Colby are staying the night.

You read the messages, and although you were tired 5 minutes ago you were wide awake.

Y/N: Lifestyle guru by day, paranormal investigator by night! I’m on my way!

You replied, getting up of the couch grabbing an energy drink out of the fridge and grabbing your car keys as you walked out the door, you got into your Tesla and drove to Celina’s house, your makeup was still done from earlier that day and you were wearing a tight black dress with a cut in the front exposing skin, you paired it with a leather jacket as it was winter and you’d be filming outside but you wanted to show off your brand new dress.

You got there 45 minutes later as Celina lived in a secluded area the time now reading 12:45AM. You took a few seconds to pull yourself together knowing that you truly had a crush on Colby Brock, no matter how hard you tried to deny it.

“Ello, Ello!” You called out, walking up to the door as you automatically felt goosebumps and the hairs on your skin prick up.

“Y/N!” Kris ran to the door and twirled you around before putting you back down.

“Come into my lair!” Celina said in her demon voice making you all laugh as per usual, dragging you inside. As soon as you stepped inside your eyes automatically looked for Colby’s as your heart fluttered.

“Hey Sam” You smiled, before looking back at Colby “Colby” you added.

“Bunny.” Colby replied, Sam walking over to you to give you a hug “Long time no see” Sam said with a grin.

“I can’t believe you guys wanted for me, I can’t even be in any of the footage.” You stated, feeling disappointed in yourself.

“We just enjoy your company, plus we always know we’re on the right path when you’re here because of your gift.” Colby said, looking at you with the kindest eyes.

You just smiled and nodded before you turned out of the frame and let them continue their filming, all of you walking towards the outdoor cabin, them filling you in on what you had missed.

“We’re going to play this game, it’s basically a ritual. It’s called the corner game.’ Sam started explaining. ‘So basically the idea of the game is to use all of our energy to summon said thing we want to talk to into the space that we’re here.’ He finished before adding on that the whole point of the night was to try and get rid of Elias. You instantly felt the negative energy and knew that it was Elias. “He doesn’t like that.” You said, Colby standing next to you out of the frame but recording Sam speaking. He instantly looked at you, and could tell that you were feeling uneasy.

“It’s summoning him right?” Colby asked and Sam replied “Summoning him into our space.” You nodded your head before Colby assured all of you that they had a plan and not to worry, you took their word for it and you all started the ritual.

Whilst you all undertook the summoning ritual, you were the last in, after Colby so that it would be easier to edit your voice out.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” You chose your corner and instantly felt Elias’ in the cabin with you, the uneasy feeling following you, you chose your corner and then the ritual went on, the energy just getting worse and worse.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” You said lastly, walking out of the door and closing it behind you, however Colby needing to go back and close the door so you weren’t in the video.

As soon as you were all out, you started to fall over feeling the negative powerful energy consume you, it was a downside of your gift. Colby caught you “You okay, bunny?” He asked you, worried. You sat down and nodded

“He’s definitely here.” You told your friends. Your friends stood up and started to film themselves using the Alice box hearing ‘Here’ come through which only proved your gift further, Colby was so turned on by your gift, he truly thought it was incredible.

You all filmed the last part of the video which was the banishing ritual, and by the end of it you truly didn’t feel his presence anymore, the video was complete and filming wrapped.

“Your gift is incredible” Colby said looking at you, everyone else agreeing.

“The way that you said ‘He’s definitely here’ and then the Alice box said ‘here’ that’s so crazy.” Sam added.

“Thanks guys, well in good news I don’t feel him anymore.” You assured them.

“Thank you.” Celina said thanking everyone. “It’s getting late.” Celina said, looking at her phone as you all walked back into the house, It was now 2AM.

“We should all get the bed, and we’ll hangout tomorrow morning?” Kris asked, everyone agreeing.

“Is there anywhere for me to sleep?” You asked, not really wanting to drive another 45 minutes home.

“Of course! We were thinking maybe You and Colby could share the cabin?” Celina asked, Kris’ eyebrows raising as a small chuckle left her mouth.

“What’s funny?” You asked, obviously knowing what they were implying, everyone could feel the sexual tension between the two of you although you’d both always deny it.

“Nothing.” Kris said, “It’s just probably less scary with you there due to your gift” She said, saving herself.

“Nice save” You laughed.

“I don’t mind, bunny.” Colby said, using that nickname that he knew made you swoon.

“Okay, then neither do I.” You said, daring.

“Well, goodnight.” Kris smiled, giving you a hug and walking inside. Celina and Sam following her inside, after Celina also gave you a hug.

You just looked up at Colby before twirling, showing of your brand new dress. “I guess your stuck with me” You said meeting his eyes that were looking down on you kindly, every time.

“I don’t mind that” He admitted, the two of you walking into the Cabin.

It was now 3:30AM and the two of you still weren’t asleep, you had gotten cold and so he gave you his sweater which was apart of the new XPLR merch, it was the purple ‘busy fighting demons’ sweater, you had been wanting one and now you had one and it smelt like Colby. However it fit you terribly but it was okay because you felt all cute and chic. You hadn’t spoken much to each other, only stealing glances when you’d look up from your phones. You were sleeping head to toe together in bed, and occasionally you could feel his leg touch yours and you weren’t sure if it was on purpose or because of the way you sit in the single bed together.

“I’m starving, I didn’t eat dinner.” You admitted.

“No dinner, bunny?” You asked, again that nickname made your heart flutter, although it was the only thing he called you, it always caught you off guard.

You pouted. “Unfortunately not, I was so busy with my daily footage.” You admitted. “I only had breakfast earlier before the gym.”

“There is a McDonald’s 25 minutes away.” He asked, looking at the maps on his phone. “Come on, my shout” He said and you were too hungry to disagree so you followed him out of the door.

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25 minutes later you both arrived at the McDonald’s and ordered your food, Colby parked in the parking lot and you both got out and sat in his trunk which had a lot of space in the back. You ate your food and talked about life, just getting to know each other and it was obvious that you both liked each other.

“You have sauce” He said, rubbing his thumb under your lip. You both looked into each other’s eyes “Your eyes are so beautiful.” He admitted, you gulped before the two of you knew it your lips were crashing together as you kissed each other passionately. You bit his bottom lip and giggled. “You’re so beautiful.” He added before you both hid in the trunk, you were pretzeling your legs as you fell back into the trunk, you both had so many tattoos and you couldn’t help but admire his.

You wanted to take things slow, but the sexual tension was so strong that your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, dragging him down on top of you and the two of you started making out again. “Colby” You said, biting his bottom lip again, driving him crazy. “Bunny” he whispered into your ear, as his hands rubbed down your sides “Can I?” He asked, his hand meeting the top of your panties, he was asking for consent to put his hands inside your panties which made you admire him even more, you nodded your head as you nuzzled your head into his neck, biting his neck and leaving little love bites. “You’re driving me crazy” he admitted, but you already knew you were. His hands found your clit through your panties and he started to rub against it, making you wet. You had never been with anyone else so this was your first time, you didn’t want to ruin the moment so you didn’t tell him that.

“What do you want to do?” He asked you, before your hands were also in his pants, rubbing his hard on.

“I want something baby” you replied before whispering “guess” in his ear.

When you assured him that’s what you wanted, he started to undress you, taking off your dress, leaving you in your underwear. His hands making their way inside your panties as his fingers found their way inside, still rubbing your clit. You started to moan softly into his ear.

“Fuck, Bunny you feel so tight.” He spoke dominantly. You instantly knew it was because you were a virgin, you had always dreamed of losing your virginity to your soulmate because you believed in that type of stuff but you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone.

Your hands unbuckled his belt and you pulled his pants down, him helping you with this before your hands started to jerk him off. He moved you on top of him, so you were sitting on his face as he fingered you and ate you out moaning while he did so. “You taste so good” He assured you.

You started to suck his cock, jerking him off while your mouth is around him, this making him scream enjoying it so much. He would have never guessed that you were a virgin. Soon your breath was hitched as he started to pump two fingers inside of you, you now understood why everyone enjoyed sex.

You started to experience your first orgasm, feeling his tongue against your clit, rubbing it as fast as he could.

Whilst he did this, you continued to suck him off, licking in between his tip, focusing on the side. “Fuck!” He groaned as you both started cumming together.

You laid down next to him after this, looking up at him. “Good Girl” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You really like it when he didn’t hurt you.

You started to trace his tattoos, “How many do you have?” You asked him. “11” He told you before the two of you fell asleep in the trunk.

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Ending Note: AYO that was good, I think? What did you guys think? Next SONG will be PUP!

[dresshistorynerd]

Do you have recommendations for dress history youtube channels? I'm a very bookish person, an amateur historian of literature, and i want to understand the practical side of how clothes were made and worn. the pictures in my books only go so far.

Sure! There's some books that also go into the historical construction of clothing, most notably Janet Arnold's Patterns of Fashion series, which is an invaluable resource. Here's my most recommended YouTube channels who do historical costuming and talk about dress history in general:

Nicole Rudolph Abby Cox Morgan Donner Cat's Costumery Snappy Dragon Bernadette Banner priorattire Adelaine Beeman-White Karolina Żebrowska Samantha Bullat

[stareiiez]

hey cod community 💭

how do we feel about a haunting adelaine - esque

series surrounding simon ❗️

pls be gentle i’m new to this

area of military men && community 🖤

[obx-lovergirl]

JJ Maybank beeing the protective boyfriend he is.

TW:: self harm, alcoholism

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Since 9 Months your Dad disappeared. John B, your Twin brother and you, Adelaine (laine for friends) live alone and run from the cops, cause they wanna bring you to orphans. It shattered your heart in thousands of pieces when they came for you and telled you the whole death tragedy, that you found no way out of all this drama so you started to drink.

You drank so much, that you went often to hospitals cause they found you on the streets drunk with alcohol poisoning. The Pogues were worried about you and cared for you even more than ever.

But then this one day came where you got asked out and went on a date with JJ Maybank. The boy you’ve known since the third Grade. You felt like the happiest girl on earth and became his girlfriend. Everything went good, but all of sudden you thought about drinking again and again. Eventually, you started to get some scars on your right upper leg, and eventually, you quit surfing and swimming.

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“Hey Babe, wanna go surfing today?” JJ asked you with this kind of spark in his eyes. You know when he looks at you like this, he’s just like a happy little puppy we’re you can’t say no. You looked at him for a few seconds and thousands of thoughts went trough your head. What if he sees the scars and asks me about it? What if he’s going to tell John about everything?

You quit the thoughts and just said “of course.” This was the dumbest idea ever. You’ve changed into your bikini and went back to J.

He scanned your body with his eyes, and eventually, you’ve put your surfboard in front of your right leg and smiled at him. “What?” You giggled knowing the answer. “Yo-you’re just beautiful you know..” he made his way up to you and kissed you.

“Let’s go. The waves are not waiting!” You giggled and ran up to the Twinkie. You two drove to the beach and made your way to the waves.

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You sat in front of the waves and just watched the sun going down. “Common Babe, ready to loose?” He smirked at you. You smirked and stand up. “I’m gonna win babe.” You smirked but his eyes went to your right leg and your smirk faltered. Shit.

“Laine… what happened?” He stared in your eyes and touched your leg. You shrugged at his movements and you felt water building in your eyes. He said nothing and just hugged you. “It’s okay. We’re gonna handle this together okay?” He opened his embrace a little and placed his forehead against yours.

“I’m not gonna ask you why, okay? I just wanna know when. W-when happened this.”

Your eyes went up to his and you gulped the answer down. common adelaine, you can trust him. “The day after i collapsed in hospital.” He just nod and hugged you again. “I’m not gonna blame you, you had a hard year, and a lot of shit happened, we’re gonna handle this together okay? I love you. I love you Adelaine, didn’t forget this” you smiled and cried into his shoulder. “I love you too, JJ.”

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It has gotten darker, and you two just sat there in silence and listened to the waves. JJ’s hand layed on your leg and he started to stroke the scars. “Call me.” He whispered. You looked his way with a confused look. “What?” You whispered back. “Call me when you’re feeling the urge to do it again.” He said. You layed your head on his shoulders and watched the ocean. “Please” he whispered. You nod and kissed his neck. “Okay.” You said in a low tone.

The two of you headed back to the Twinkie and his hand never left your leg. you smiled a bit cause he cared about you, and your body.

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Hope you liked this little story, it’s my first one so don’t blame me for the bad writing 🥹 maybe listen to moonlight on the river or the night we met when you’re reading this little storyyy (I’ve listened to the songs while doing this hihi)

Bye bitches 🎀

[makesitprecious]

@moireia Alyssa Snow lifts an entire plot like from A Vow Without Honour by @damn-daemon Alyssa asks Robert Baratheon to spare Lady and he agrees because she looks like Lyanna, he has too much of an interest in Alyssa because she looks like Lyanna, she goes to Kings Landing where her resemblance to Lyanna is remarked on and causes tension. This all occurred in AVWH which was written years ago. @moireia should at least credit this author because she is copying the exact same plotline with the exact same face claim. I do not know about any other fiction Alyssa resembles but sis!fic is pretty common and Adelaide Kane is used widely. It's just really frustrating to see Ash's work being regurgitated here.

Thank you for bringing this to light for me. I know that there are only so many stories to be told, but this seems to go the extra mile. You certainly know your facts! I am going to look into this personally. Thank you for taking the time to type all this out and let me know! It can be frustrating and I hope that both parties are consulted and reach an understanding together on credit.

Update:

AVWH began on tmblr as far back as 2020, but has been published online since 2014. Myra Stark (Adelaine K.) as the main OC and noted as Jon's twin in the first chapter. She was assigned a direwolf in images around July 1, 2020. With 63 chapters it is a lengthy piece of work that would take some deep diving to duplicate. The romance follows Myra x Jaime in an enemies to lovers plot.

[fangirlvibez]

The festival of Hearts (a Royal au) - part 3

Characters: King!Jake “hangman” Seresin x Queen!female!reader, Royal Huntsman!Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Master of Arms!Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, lady-in-waiting!Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Royal Advisor!Robert “Bob” Floyd, King Champion!Javy “Coyote” Machado, Queen Champion!Reuben “Payback” Fitch and Queen Champion!Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Warnings: mention of hunting animals, mention of arrange marriage, mention of dead parents, mention of diseases, mention of killing, mention of attacking a person, inaccuracies in terms of the Middle Ages (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: princess, now Queen Y/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N was forced into marrying King Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Leaving her own kingdom, Eldoria, behind, she left to live and rule Jake kingdom, Misthaven. The time for an age-old tradition in Y/N kingdom came. Miraculously the Queen convinces Jake to invite her old village to come celebrate the tradition with them. This is the story on how the ruthless King learns how to love his Queen.

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

Last part - Next part - masterlist

A/N: not proofread

During the long walk towards Y/N's new room, her and her Lady-in-Waiting Natasha reunited. Reuben and Mickey stayed behind in their own quarters to prepare for the celebration dinner.

Adelaine lead both woman through a large hallway, before stopping in front of a large door. "Your Majesty, this will be your and your husbands room, is there anything else I can contribute with?" Adelaine asked her new ruler. Y/N smiled at the woman: "No, thank you Miss Adelaine. You were a great aid with showing me the ballroom and my quarters. My Lady-in-Waiting will help me get ready for the dinner now" Y/N mentioned towards Natasha, who was standing quietly next to her queen.

Adelaine bowed her head before opening the door for the two woman. "Very well, on the right side of the room is your bathroom. King Jacob has requested you to wear a dress from his late mother. The dress is layed out on your bed. I will leave you and your Lady-In-Waiting alone now" she continued while turning her body to the left.

"If you have any questions or requests, you can always ask the guarts present at the doors and they will lead you towards me or any compagnion approved by the king." Adelaine finished before vanishing down the hallway.

Natasha's gaze moved towards Y/N. "Shall we get ready, your Majesty?" She asked with a tease in her tone. Natasha never called Y/N "your majesty" when no-one was around. Y/N wasn't just a queen to Natasha, she was her best friend.

For the first time today, Y/N felt a real smile on her face. "We shall my Lady-in-Waiting" she teased back. Natasha laughed, locked arms with her best friend and entered the bedroom.

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A couple hours laters different important men and women were awaiting for their king and new queen to walk down the grand staircase in the hallway. Servers were passing out expensive champagne, the kind of champagne only used during the most importantly times in the kingdoms history. Maids were placing the finishing touches to the long dinner table awaiting in the ballroom and cooks were finishing preparing meal including the two deers Jake and Bradley managed to hunt down.

There was a clear distribution between the men and women of the Kingdom of Misthaven and the men and woman of the Kingdom of Eldoria. One stood on the right side and the other on the left side. The left side contained of 5 people: Natasha Trace, Reuben Fitch, Mickey Garcia, a trusted knight of Eldoria and a young maid of the kingdom.

Natasha, Reuben and Mickey were having a conversation, laughing about the fact that both men got lost in the big castle and had to be rescued by a knight-in-training. The knight and maid were laughing with them, occasionally sipping their glass of champagne.

The other side contained of around 15 people, including Bradley Bradshaw, Pete Mitchell, Bob Floyd and Javy Machado. The other women and men present were important rulers and wealthy people of different kingdoms. They were old friends of Jakes parents. Jake couldn’t care one bit about them.

The 15 people had hushed conversations, the total opposite of what was happening in front of them. Many of them shot a disgusted look at the five people. How dare they make this much noice? How dare they act like they are important? How dares the new queen to let the servers give a maid champagne?

“Do you see that, Harold? That maid is just drinking with them? Shouldn’t she be working like the others?” A dark-haired lady whispered to her husband. Bradley stood next to the couple, his gaze slowly left the floor to look over at the maid. She’s just having fun, celebrating the new queen, what’s so wrong about that?

Bradley never liked the friends of Jakes parents, they all thought they were better than everyone because they had more money. The knight sighed before turning his gaze towards Bob.

Jake had told Bob he didn’t want any of these people here. Bob, being the great Royal Advisor he is, told Jake he had to invite them. Jakes father put a lot of time into befriending these people, they could help if the kingdom should fall.

Before Bradley’s thoughts could wander any further, footsteps were heard. Heels clicking against tiles made the guests conversations quieten down. A knight standing at the top of the stairs cleared his throat, ready to announce King Jake Seresin and his Queen Y/N Seresin

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Y/n stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, the dress stood her beautifully on her skin. A pearl necklace shined from around her neck. Her newly crown was placed on her head. The maids had left 10 minutes ago, making her the only person left in the room.

She knew Jake was waiting on the other side of the door for her. They were supposed to be walking down the stairs right now, but nerves got the best of y/n. Could she do this? Could she be a good queen? A good ruler? Could she ever fall in love with the man standing outside? Will he even try to fall in her love with her? This marriage would be easier if they tried to fall in love with each other. Maybe…

A knock broke her thoughts. “Are you almost ready? The guests are waiting on us” a deep voice followed the knock. Y/n noticed Jake also left his royal talk behind when he talked to her. She didn’t mind it, this way she felt like she known him longer.

Y/n slowly moved to the door and twisted the door handle. Jake had moved back towards the bed and sat on the end of it. His gaze met Y/n. It was silent and both parties admired the others look. Slowly Jake stood up and moved towards y/n.

His eyes looked over the dress, the dress that once belonged to his mother. He could remember his mother in this dress. He could remember how his dad looked at his mom when she wore this dress. His mother wore this dress when his dad and mom renewed their vowes. The year before she passed away due to an unknown disease. Jake was 15 at the time. She wore this dress when she pulled Jake into a mommy-son dance during the celebration party. She was wearing this dress when she asked Jake to promise her that he would look after his future wife like his dad looked after her. She was wearing this dress when Jake promised his mom that he would give the world to his future wife.

And now she was wearing it. And maybe for a second Jake eyes shifted from annoyance for being too late, to a dedication in making this marriage actually work, al because of the memory of his mother.

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[mintymarabell]

Rescued by the Stars

Part 2

Word count: 2333

It had been a few days since Kher’k departure. The house big, lonesome in its wake, Adelaine wondered how this elder yautja had stayed here on his own. She would have gone stir-crazy in a place this big and cold. 

She sat on what she had figured was the sparring room. Medical bandages, tape, and some sort of ointment strewn across the floor as Adelaine unwrapped her dressing. As she sat it aside she took a bit of the ointment on her finger, spreading it on the front of her healing wound before moving on to her back where the bullet had made its exit. Her arm strained at trying to reach a hard to get spot, she groaned as her body sagged in defeat. 

A loud clicking sound was heard. She gasped at the noise, her hand yanked the pocket knife from her pocket as she pointed it at the intruder. 

The clank of metal echoed throughout the room, a hand extended up where the knife had swung.

It was a Yautja, but not one she recognized. This one was much bigger, with markings carved into its armor. It let out a multitude of clicks as it offered its hands toward the medical supplies that scattered across the ground. Adelaine nodded, not knowing what else to do in her dumbfounded state. The yautja had set to work with rebandaging her healing wounds. This must have been Van’tall, Kher’k’s father. She couldn’t help but be intimidated by his much larger form, the horned mask that covered his face almost mocking her. 

Adelaine watched in amazement as the Yautja; Kher'k's father, Van'tall skillfully tended to her wounds. His large, muscular hands moved with delicate precision as he cleaned and rebandaged her injuries, applying a soothing cream that instantly relieved the burning pain. Adelaine couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence, despite the fact that he was some alien warrior who could easily overpower her.

But it was his touch that truly amazed her. Despite his size and strength, his hands were surprisingly gentle as he tended to her wounds, his fingers warm and comforting against her skin. Adelaine couldn't help but fight the urge to curl up closer to him, seeking solace in his presence. For the first time in a long while, she felt safe and protected, as if nothing in the world could harm her.

The moment was soon over as he stood, clicking in his language he extended his hand. Adelaine looked at it before she took it, hoping it was what he was expecting her to do. Van’tall continued his clicking as he held her hand in his and started walking, his hand had completely encased her own only being able to see a peak of her skin. 

Van’tall walked her into the kitchen, leaving her next to the barstool he walked away. Adelaine stood to wait, taking in the bleak atmosphere she had come accustomed to the past few days she’d been staying. As Van’tall returned he held a small device between his fingers, he kneeled down on his knees as he offered it to her. Adelaine didn't move in confusion until finally he gestured from the device to her ear, she nodded and plucked him from his claws as she popped it into her ear. 

There was a slight ringing in her ear before it stopped. “My flower. Can you understand what I am saying?” Van’tall spoke, his voice much deeper than Adelaine had expected, nor had she expected the nickname. She chose not to mention it as she nodded. “Good, good. Now, I'm sure you understand that I am Kher'k's father. I am also sure his big mouth has told you just about everything I've done.” He paused to stand gesturing to the barstool as he sat down, Adelaine joining him. “I have come to offer my assistance in your healing. You are a brave human, and I respect your strength. But you are also injured and in need of care. My son was supposed to watch over you but as you can tell he isn’t going to.” 

Adelaine listened intently as Van'tall spoke through the device in her ear. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the deep, commanding tone of his voice. As Van’tall explained his intentions, Adelaine felt a mix of gratitude and hesitation. She appreciated his offer to help her heal, but at the same time, she was wary of putting herself in the care of another alien, especially one who was so much bigger and stronger than her. Always having a slight fear of the natural strength men had over women. 

Though the bubbling fear died down as she looked into his eyes, she saw a genuine kindness, concern, and maybe something else that put her at ease. She nodded, accepting his offer of help.

"Thank you," Adelaine spoke, her voice much quieter in comparison to his. "I appreciate your kindness."

Van'tall nodded, a slight rumble starting up in his chest. "I will do my best to help you heal quickly and completely," he said. "But you must rest and let your body do the work. And once again I apologize for my son, he is like an earth woman with his blabbermouth. I will be sure to teach him a thing or two." Adelaine nodded as she opened her mouth to speak but was cut short, “You should go rest, it is getting dark.” He gestured to the setting twin suns. Her eyes widened at the sight, knowing they had probably been sitting at that bar for a while. 

Adelaine stood up, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. Van'tall stood up as well, steadying her with a hand on her lower back. "Thank you," she said, feeling a little embarrassed at needing the support. "I think I got it now." 

Van'tall nodded, his eyes seeming to soften. With what seemed like hesitance he retracted his arm. "Rest well, my flower. I will see you in the morning." With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Adelaine alone to make her way back to her quarters. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected kindness she had received from Van'tall. His presence somewhat lights up the atmosphere of the once lonely house. 

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When Adelaine woke up the next morning, she felt more refreshed than she had in days. The pain in her body had lessened, and her wounds felt like they were healing faster. Adelaine couldn't help but feel grateful for Van'tall's help.

As she made her way to the kitchen, she found Van'tall already there, cooking something on the stove.

She stopped at the door, taking in the giant as he stood with his back turned. He wore almost nothing except some type of loin cloth, his back was broad, scars littered his body. His hair was black with gray at the tips and it was very long compared to Kher’k and maybe even the other yautja she had seen on her walk here. Van’tall’s had came down to his lower back, most of it was up in a ponytail that was tied with a thick leather piece. 

“You have slept well I hope?” He broke the silence, turning his head to the side to meet Adelaines gaze. His mask was now off, four mandibles clinking together. One of them, the top right, was what looked to be completely burned off. She cringed at the thought of being burned but didn’t want to stare. 

“Yes I feel much better this morning thank you.” She gave a half smile as she busied herself with hopping up onto the too tall barstool.

As she sat leaning slightly over the counter a plate was placed in front of her, it was a mix of vegetables and meat. “I hope it is to your liking.” Van’tall spoke, his hands busying themselves with cleaning the dishes. “It looks great, thank you,” she said before taking a bite. “I'm glad you like it,” he said. "I'm not much of a cook, but I can manage a few dishes.”

They had eaten in silence, Van’tall hunched over his plate twiddling a too small fork in his hand. It was obvious he didn’t eat with utensils, he held it like it was a knife. 

“Van'tall, can I ask you something?” she ventured after finishing her meal.

“Of course, my flower. What is it?” He straightened up, turning fully toward Adelaine. 

"What is life like for your kind? I mean, what is it like to be a yautja?"

Van'tall's expression grew serious, and Adelaine sensed a hint of sadness in his eyes. "It is a difficult life, full of challenges and battles," he said. "But it is also a life of honor and tradition. We live by a strict code, one that has been passed down for generations."

Adelaine nodded. "But what about your own experiences?" she asked gently, putting her hand over his bicep. "What has your life been like?"

Van'tall fell silent for a moment before answering. "I have lived a long life, my flower. I have faced many challenges and fought many battles. I have lost friends and comrades along the way. But I have also gained wisdom and knowledge that I hope to pass down to future generations." As he finished his sentence he put his own hand over Adelaines. She chose to say nothing about it, losing herself in her own thoughts. 

She had felt as though Van’tall had more he wanted to say, but alas she did not want to pry. She slipped her hand out from under his, taking a hold of her plate. She hopped from the chair and walked toward the sink to clean her dirty dish. 

Van'tall watched her silently, his eyes following her movements. As she washed her plate, he spoke up again. "My life has been...different, compared to many of my brethren," he said, his voice low and almost hesitant. "I have always been...different. Obsessive, some would say. But it is my obsession that has driven me to become one of the greatest hunters among my kind.”

Adelaine turned to face him, her expression curious. "Obsessive about what?" she asked.

Van'tall hesitated, seeming to debate whether to continue. Finally, he spoke up. "Trophies," he said simply. "I have always been obsessed with collecting trophies. The skulls and spinal columns of my prey. It is a tradition among my kind, but for me, it is more than that. It is a...compulsion. Though I am grateful for this, as it has led me to obtain one of the greatest trophies, even if it was all coincidence.” 

Adelaine felt a shiver run down her spine. The thought of collecting the body parts of one's prey was disturbing, to say the least. But she could see the intensity in Van'tall's eyes, the passion and obsession that drove him. It was clear that this was not something he could easily let go of, though she couldn’t help but be curious if she was the coincidence he had ‘obtained’. 

She wanted to ask, but she also didn't want to push too much. She decided to take a different approach. "What do you plan to do with your trophies?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.

Van'tall's eyes seemed to light up at the question. "I keep them as a reminder of my victories, and as a sign of respect for the creatures I have defeated. They are also a symbol of my strength and prowess as a hunter. I display them in a special room here and in my ship, it is where I go to reflect on my past hunts and plan for future ones."

Adelaine hummed, setting the now dried plate to the side, having no clue where it goes.

 "Thank you for sharing that with me," she said sincerely. "I appreciate your honesty and openness."

Van'tall nodded in response, his eyes still focused on Adelaine.

“Say-” Van’tall was cut short, a loud knock echoing throughout the house. Someone was at the door.

“Wait here.” He walked away, toward the front door. Adelaine didn’t listen, following behind. Van’tall arrived at the door wrapping his hand around the door knob and pulling it open. Kher’k stood on the other side, “Hello father.” Van’tall cut him short, “why are you here.” Kher’k put his hands up, “I am only checking on my patient.” Van’tall huffed, stepping aside to let the younger yautja in. 

Adelaine couldn't help but feel a bit awkward standing there as the two yautjas exchanged words. She wondered what their relationship was like, and if Van'tall was always this hostile towards his son. She decided to take a step back and give them some space, moving back to the kitchen and to a nearby chair, sitting down. 

“She should be in the kitchen.” Van’tall gestured to said room, following closely behind his son. 

Adelaine watched as Kher'k entered the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room before settling on her. She offered him a small smile, trying to ease the tension in the air.

"Hello, Kher'k," she said softly.

"Hello," he replied, his voice deep and rumbling, “May I check you?” 

She nodded.

Kher’k had stayed for a while, Van’tall lingering near as he watched the two intensely. 

Kher'k moved closer to her, his hands reaching out to check her vital signs once more.

"You seem to be doing well," he said after a moment, stepping back.

Adelaine nodded, feeling a bit relieved.

"Thank you for checking on me," she said, offering him another small smile.

Kher'k simply nodded before turning to his father. “She's recovering nicely,” he said.

Van'tall grunted in response before turning to Adelaine. “I have to head in the morning to supervise a hunting party with a neighboring planet” he said, his tone more serious. “Would you like to go?”

Adelaine nodded, “Of course!” 

What's the worst that could happen?

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Part 1 can be found here.

[belletlafleur]

My favorite girly youtubers ౨ৎ ₊˚⊹

Hello angels! This is my first - actual - post on here, and as I was thinking about what to post about, a video of one of my favorite youtubers popped up on my youtube feed. So... Here I am with some fun youtubers to watch. Most of them are vloggers, but they also chat and give tips which is awesome in my opinion!

Mai Pham

Jasmine Le

Adelaine's Camera Roll

Jillz Guerin

Kidology

Fernanda Ramirez

Sarah Chio

[succubusphan]

Sweet Juliet

Summary: Dan is a baker in his thirties, feeling the weight of the passage of time on his shoulders, living a content yet uneventful life until a mysterious man takes it upon himself to whisk him away.

Rating: G

Tags/warnings: Strangers to lovers, meet cute, non youtuber au.

Author's Note: Written for the @phandomgiftexchange as a gift to @husbants. Thank you for being amazing Nikki and for continuing this lovely tradition. I hope you enjoy it! thank you @effingmeteors for reading this over.

Total Word Count: 2.5k

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Dan pulled out a massive cake from the oven and set it on the counter before he dropped it by accident - again. He shut the oven door and straightened up with a groan, hearing his back pop. “Jesus fuck,” he mumbled. No matter what his nNan said, sometimes Dan couldn’t help but feel age catching up to him. Maybe thirty years old was too old to be working this much, as Adrian said, but he just loved baking and running his little coffee shop, meeting new people and learning about their lives when they were up to talking or just observing them and coming up with his own stories for them. 

You see, Dan was proud of the crowd his shop attracted with its various plants and speciality baking, the Colombian coffee and the books readily available for those who wished to immerse themselves in an alternate universe. His patrons were usually bohemian university students, established couples on a quiet date out, and artists who wished to spend hours enjoying the place and eating his various creations as they sketched a new piece. Sadly, the piano he had available hadn’t been touched in the three years since the grand opening, but he could dream. 

The bell on the door dinged welcoming the first clients of the day and pulling him from his thoughts. He fixed his posture and smiled widely. “Good morning, Adeleine, how is Richard fairing?” Dan asked his older neighbour and frequent visitor.

“Oh, you know how he is! He says he will be fine but I told him to get some proper rest until Monday. His back is not what it used to and he needs to accept that. We are all ageing as it is,” Adeleine said, swishing her little coin purse as she looked at the pastry display.

“You are quite right,” Dan nodded, hating the fact that he had so much in common with the elderly couple. “What would you like this time?”

“I’ll take 4 pain au chocolates for Richard, and for me… Ugh, I shouldn’t but I can’t resist your eclairs. You are simply too talented for your own good.”

“You flatter me,” Dan said, waving her off as he picked the pastries one by one and put them in a small golden tray with an intricate flower design on the edges. “You get one extra just for being my favourite patron.” He winked.

Adeleine laughed loudly but cleared her throat when she saw a man walk in. Dan hadn’t seen him around before but the guy was breathtakingly gorgeous and if the look she was giving Dan was anything to go by, Adeleine agreed. Dan took a calming breath, trying to keep his nerves in check but he almost burst out laughing when she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“Anything else?” Dan asked her with an awkward cough.

“No, that’ll be all, sweety,” she said, grabbing the now packaged pastries and handing him the money. “Thank you, see you on Monday!”

“Of course! Send Richard my well wishes,” Dan smiled.

She nodded and made her way to the exit way too slowly for her usual pace. Dan rolled his eyes and snorted, knowing that Adelaine was just trying to have more time to ogle the newcomer. 

“Welcome to Sweet Juliet,” Dan said with what he hoped was a warm smile instead of the painful expression he was picturing in his mind. “What would you like to enjoy?”

The man lifted a carefully manicured eyebrow and gave him a sly smile. Dan had never been ashamed of the little phrases he had crafted to make his store special, but he did feel the heat rising to his cheeks at the expression the guy made.

“Hi,” he said, leaning on the pastry display. “I’m new in the area but I’ve heard good reviews. What would you recommend for me?”

Dan felt all moisture leaving his throat as he followed the line of the guy’s neck past the two open buttons of his shirt, briefly catching a glimpse of a rosy nipple. Not that Dan was being a creep or anything, but he was just too beautiful and the way he was standing and his inky black hair and blue eyes and -”

“Dan?” he asked.

“Oh,” Dan blinked repeatedly. He had spaced out for a bit. “How do you know my name?”

“It’s in your tag,” the guy laughed. He actually laughed, as if he hadn’t already thought Dan was a fucking dork for his stupid little greeting.

Dan sputtered at his own stupidity and decided that the safest option was to pretend nothing happened. “Right, anyway… I recommend the mocha latte with the Sweet Juliet Tray. If you like sweets, that will give you a taste of everything. 

“Sounds perfect,” he smiled. “When do you get off?”

Dan gasped, his eyes wide as saucers. “What?!”

“From work! Sorry, I’m just -” he laughed, looking a little shy for the first time. “I’m so sorry! Let’s start over, I’m Phil.” 

“Alright,” Dan smiled. Realising he was actually the culprit of the misunderstanding, of course, Phil hadn’t been asking about that, but since he took the fault for it, Dan was not going to argue on the matter. He needed to at least pretend to have a brain to impress this guy. “Hi, Phil…”

“Hi, Dan! I’ll take that mocha with the Juliet tray. And if you’d be so kind, I would like your number, Dan.” Phil gave him a half smile, turning the charm on once again but Dan was not going to make it that easy for him.

“Hmm… How do I know you’re not a serial killer?” Dan asked, only half joking. The guy was too fucking handsome to be chasing little old Dan, on the other hand, people die every day and who was Dan to refuse such an opportunity. Was there really a better way to go?

“I think people would find me easily,” Phil said, his smile dropping slightly.

Dan wondered about the change in his demeanour but tried to keep the joke rolling. “Are you bad at hiding?”

“Most of the time, yeah,” Phil shrugged, his smile entirely vanished now. 

“Well, I’ll think about it while you enjoy your mocha, Phil.” Dan said, trying not to sound too bummed about his terrible fail at flirting. How did he even manage to fuck up when he had already been invited to go out on a date?

Phil shook his head, his expression softening. “I should have brought flowers, but how could I’ve ever known I would be meeting you?”

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” Dan commented as he started to prepare the order. Maybe it was best to just let things be. “But I’m afraid you’re coming a bit too strong.”

“Alright, alright,” Phil said, raising his hands. “I’ll just find myself a table for now.”

“Ok, make sure to check our book selection,” he said, but Phil was already scanning the bookcase in search of a title until he gasped, and hurried back to his table with a thick tome in his hands. 

Dan cocked his head as he read the title of the book in Phil’s hands: “The Lord of the Rings.” Who hasn’t read the Lord of the Rings and why read it at a coffee shop? He put the mug and plate with pastries on a tray and brought them over to Phil’s table, which was surprisingly tucked away in the darkest corner of the shop. After setting everything down, he turned on the lamp closest to the table to make sure Phil didn’t strain his eyes too much. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you!” Phil said and looked back down to the book, but when Dan stood there awkwardly, he just let out a little sigh and looked into Dan’s eyes. “Yes?” His smile was polite, yet small. It wasn’t as bright as when he’d walked into the store and flirted with him.

“Um… may I ask why did you pick that book?”

“I just never got around to read it and I thought it would be a good idea since I’ve… since I’m around at the moment.”

“How are you planning to finish it?”

Phil shrugged. “Why? Do you burn the books that have been read or something?”

Dan snorted. “No, not at all.”

“Then I will just have to keep coming over to eat sweets and read here… unless that would be a problem for you.”

“That’s why the books are there!” Dan waved him off. “It’s just that other people are also reading the same book so bookmarks tend to be moved and such, it’s a bit annoying unless you remember exactly where you left off.”

“Ah, I see. I guess I’ll have to write it down somewhere.”

“Not in the book, please!” Dan gave him a horrified look.

“What do you take me for? An animal?” Phil asked, with an amused smile.

“You’d be surprised at what people are capable of,” Dan said, sheepishly. “Now I have to watch everyone like a hawk just in case.”

“Will you be watching me then?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good. Think about that date, will you?”

“I’ll think about it,” Dan said as he rolled his eyes and smiled.

And so their little dance began. Phil came to have coffee and eat sweets with the excuse of catching up on his reading but spent at least half of the time watching Dan and giving him little smiles or holding his gaze until Dan began to squirm and blush. He tried his best not to humour Phil, but he couldn’t help the way his smile grew little by little each time Phil came over and asked him out once again. 

One fateful Monday afternoon, Dan couldn’t keep his eyes off the door, silently telling himself how pathetic it was that he was desperate to see Phil again, but it seemed that he would not be coming. Two, his usual arrival time, came and went, then three and four, and by five Dan had already lost hope. Maybe Phil had finally had enough of him.

The sound of the bell startled Dan, bringing him back to reality but his expression rapidly morphed into a smile when he saw Phil walking in. The frown on his usually happy and composed face worried Dan but he tried to lighten the mood, joking with Phil, but this time it was like talking to a wall. There was no reciprocity, Phil looked almost on the verge of crying as he got his usual order and lost himself in the Lord of the Rings universe, not even bothering to look up from the book or say goodbye before leaving.

Having decided that maybe rejecting Phil had been a mistake, Dan promised himself that he would give Phil his number next time, or even ask him out himself if it came to it, but after two months since Phil’s last visit, he realised that the opportunity had slipped through his fingers and he had only himself to blame.

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Dan looked out the window as he mopped the floors, silently hating the raging storm bending the trees over, dragging trash bins across the road… causing his clients to have muddled the floors inside the shop and stayed over for the heater alone. 

The door announced someone’s arrival. At first, Dan couldn’t tell who it was but he was also upset that the person walked in with their umbrella still open and dripping everywhere. He was about to make a snarky remark when the umbrella was finally set aside and Phil looked him in the eye with a loaded expression.

“Can I stay here until it stops raining?” he asked, water droplets running down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead just as if he hadn’t even tried to use an umbrella.

“Yeah, of course!” Dan said, feeling a bit awkward but still happy to see Phil after so long.

Phil’s leg bounced way more than necessary as he waited for his order, then Dan handed him a towel, which Phil took with little reluctance. The book, however, he never made any move to grab it back.

“Have you abandoned Riverdale?” Dan asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I thought it was for the best,” Phil said, understanding the real meaning behind the question. 

“I see,” Dan replied, pressing his lips into a line. “I thought we could speak next time.”

“Why? What changed?” Phil asked, giving him an odd look.

“Nothing! We just got to know each other a bit better.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” Phil asked.

“Yes, why would I lie?” Dan said, taken aback by whatever accusation Phil was throwing his way.

Phil stood from his seat and came to stand in front of Dan. They were so close Dan could smell his expensive perfume; he inhaled deeply without meaning to and let his eyes fall shut. “Do you know who I am?” Phil pressed. 

Dan’s eyes snapped open. “No…? Should I?”

Shaking his head, Phil walked over to the piano and started playing a song that sounded strangely familiar. It was, in fact, one of Dan’s new favourite songs. If he was remembering correctly, the original piece had come out as an instrumental but two weeks after, another version with lyrics was released, it was said to be a collaboration between the pianist and his sister-in-law in honour of the newest member of their family. The pianist in question had teleported to the top of the charts overnight, gotten a record deal, launched an international tour and - apparently - gotten a bunch of stalkerish fans who wouldn’t leave him alone. “Are you… Phil Lester? The guy who made this song? THE Phil Lester?”

“Yes,” said Phil shyly. “I stopped going out much since the song blew up, but this coffee shop served me well to hide from fans several times since I moved to the area, that’s why I kept coming, but my address was leaked a while ago and I had to move away again. Since you had rejected me so many times, I just took it as a sign that we should stop playing games if things are not going anywhere, you know? We’re a bit too old for games anyway.”

“That is true. I should have considered things more carefully,” Dan admitted. “For some reason, I thought we would have more time and things would just flow between us.”

“We ran out of time two months ago, but still, when the storm almost knocked me over, all I could think about was you, how you were doing… and I had to see you, one last time,” Phil said, biting his lip. 

Dan’s eyes and heart dropped to the fucking floor, he wanted to kick himself for missing his chance with Phil.

“I had to see if you still made the best sweets around.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Dan laughed and swatted at Phil’s chest. “Is that really the reason or did you just have to show me your “Mr Darcy in the rain” look?” Dan joked. 

Phil looked at his reflection in the window and laughed. “I do look kind of hot.”

“Kind of?” Dan scoffed. He walked over to the door and locked it before walking back to Phil and pressing their lips together in a sweet yet brief kiss. “Why don’t you go dry yourself in the bathroom? I’ll make us something nice for dinner.”

“What about dessert?” Phil asked.

“We’ll have plenty of that,” Dan said.

Phil smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Yum!”

“I meant the cakes!” Dan laughed, but before he could continue to defend himself Phil pulled him into a heated kiss, though the heat lasted very shortly since Phil was very wet and got Dan entirely soaked as well, resulting in Dan chasing him around the shop with his favourite spatula in search of revenge. It was a good start for the rest of their lives.

[kanatashinkaifr]

here's belphegors selfie story part 1 and 2!!!

had to split it up cuz it was too much text.. I kept everything the exact same, with the exception of occasional mistranslations and making it somewhat gender neutral (but this is afab MC!!). the remainder of this story will be posted soon, i'll put the link below. NSFW below the cut, hope you enjoy!! :3

link to the remainder of the story

@adelaine-rose

Booooom..!!

There was an explosion so loud that even the gravel on the ground trembled and rolled around.

Devil with good hearing: Is that an Angel attack..?!

At a watch house in Hades that was always prepared perfectly against Angel invasions, a Devil with good hearing urgently looked up outside the window, and shouted.

However, the explosion didn't come from an Angel invasion this time.

When all the Devils raised their heads and looked up at the sky in unison...

Something was pouring down from the clear sky; leaving long, thin, rainbow-like tracks.

Devil with good eyes: That's... A rainbow...? No, is it a comet...?

Devil with good senses: Ah..! A rainbow coloured meteor..?! That must mean..!

When everyone was captivated by the meteors with rainbow coloured tails fantastically embroidering the sky--

Boooooom...!!

Once again, an explosion enough to shake the ground below the Devils' feet came from the sky.

At the same time, the clouds opened up in a circle, as though there was a hole; and someone... Appeared from the middle.

The devil who was floating in a somewhat gloomy manner among the magnificent, rainbow-colored meteor shower was smiling with a camera that had lenses as big as a cannon in his hand. --If you can also call the phantasmagoric smile reflected in his gleaming blade a smile...

The man who appeared as though he had forced himself through the universe beyond the sky was overflowing with such tremendous presence that he drew the eyes of all those there.

He definitely had horns, the symbol of devils, growing from his head, but they could feel a more oppressive and extraterrestrial energy from him.

It was obvious that he was no mere devil.

Just then, a few devils shouted almost in unison.

Devil with loud voice: That's... Phenomenon...!!

Excited devil: It's Phenomenon...! It's Phenomenon...!!

The expressions of the devils who were stiff with worry and wariness until just now were all colored with excitement.

No one there asked who Phenomenon was.

Just then, The being called Phenomenon above the sky opened his lips that seemed so heavy that they wouldn't open excruciatingly slowly and almost growled in a low voice.

Phenomenon: I have come... To take a picture...

Overjoyed Devil: Oooh!!! It has begun...!!!

Elated Devil: Phenomenon has come to take a picture...!!

The devils shouted and cheered in excitement as though Phenomenon's single sentence notified them of the beginning of a festival.

...Was something that didn't apply to the devils of Niflheim.

Scribble, scribble, scribble, scribble, scribble...

The room is silent except for the scratching of pens, like a room full of students studying for an important exam.

In a place where the excitement outside was faint enough to penetrate even the closed windows, Gusion muttered.

Gusion: If you take the loudest sound an excited devil can make, multiply it by the population of Niflheim, and trace back the percentage lost when the sound breaks through the glass, then retrace the original value of the disturbance we're feeling now...

Bathin: Why would you do that?

Gusion: Pity those of us who are stuck in our rooms doing work, unlike those idiots outside.

Among the devils who eventually gathered and went about their business, Gusion was the first to grow impatient and grumble.

Gusion: Do you know that there's still a misconception among the devils in other countries? That because we're henchmen of the king of sloth, all we do is nap every day.

Bathin: Gusion, quit scribbling and speak up. I can't understand half of what you're saying because your pen is making such a ruckus.

Beleth: Why do you still insist on usin' a pen? You could use a calculator. And why do you always have to squat on the floor? I said I'd get you another desk.

Beleth clicked his tongue as he looked down at Gusion, who was crouched on the floor next to his chair; unlike himself at the desk, or Bathin, who sat across from him and shared the same desk.

Gusion: You think it's easy to change centuries-old habits overnight? I'm faster at calculating like this.

Gusion said, grumbling and calculating in his mind at the same time.

Bathin: It isn't like you to complain while calculating. Did you really want to enter Phenomenon's photo contest that bad?

Gusion: I don't really care about that. The formula I'm perfecting here is far more interesting.

Bathin: Then why?

Gusion: Because I resent being misunderstood. While everyone else is out catching angels, I'm locked up in this room, thinking about how to make my country stronger. A nap? What a misconception!

Gusion: The truth is, being around Belphegor makes me languid and lazy; and I'm tired of putting up with it.

Belphegor's aura, the king of sloth, was so strong that it was contagious to the devils around him; making even the most sincere of devils like Gusion drowsy.

Gusion: But yesterday, Paimon from Gehenna texted me during the day and then followed up before I could even reply, saying, "Aaah, are you sleepingggg? I'm sorry to disturb you, sozzz ;) "...!

Belphegor: Then say no.

Belphegor's languid voice slipped in, drowned out by the rustling of the blankets, from the side of the bed a short distance away from the desk.

Beleth: Haha, that's right. You could've said no.

Gusion:...Do you find it amusing when you're doing all of his Majesty Belphegor's work?

Beleth: If not me, who will take care of him?

Belphegor: That's right.

When Belphegor mumbled something in his sleep, Gusion decided that further conversation was pointless, frowned, and went back to solving the formula.

But the reason they found it hard to concentrate was not only because they were caught on Belphegor's laziness.

Fap, fap, fap, fap...

Gusion: ............

Bathin: ............

Gusion was purposely scratching his nib loudly, just to drown out that annoying sound.

Gusion: (Don't masturbate in front of all your men...!!)

Gusion thought, but Belphegor was the kind of devil who would let the major devils do all the work in his room because he couldn't be bothered to answer to them one by one.

All the work, even that which was inappropriate to be done in his chamber. For example...

Bathin: So, when are we executing that angel in the back?

Right. Like, executing angels, for example.

In the corner of Belphegor's chamber, there was a giant scaffold that looked like it belonged in a public square, with an angel chained to it, waiting to be decapitated at any moment.

Belphegor: Kill it now.

Gusion: No, killing is killing, but you're asking me to decide how to do it; which is why he's been chained in this room for three days now, waiting to see if he's going to be decapitated or strangled.

Belphegor: You want me to decide now? Don't bother...

Gusion: ... You've been saying that for three days now, too.

Gusion frowned. Because even as he was answering carelessly, Belphegor was still masturbating.

When he glanced up, Belphegor's flat stomach was already glistening with

semen.

It was impossible to tell how many times he'd ejaculated, but he still didn't seem satisfied.

When Gusion and Bathin looked at Beleth almost simultaneously, with the same mind, he paused for a moment, and then said with an expression that seemed to have caught on.

Beleth: Agares is hard at work training Niflheim's army, and we're free and easy compared to the atmosphere over there.

Gusion: What are you talking about, again?

Beleth: Weren't you just saying that we seem to be working too hard?

Gusion: It's not that kind of hardship...

It was then.

Knock knock.

There was a knock. Not at the door, but at the window.

Beleth: Ahh, a long overdue return. Andrealphus. Come on in.

Beleth rose from his seat and opened the window so as not to disturb everyone, and a devil with a long, lean body and wings even larger than it was nailed to his back nodded slowly and stepped through the window.

When Andrealphus came into the room with low strides from his leather

shoes and sat down at the foot of the bed, Belphegor said a single sentence: 'Ey, you're back-' and then fell back to sleep.

Andrealphus: It's quiet in here. Outside it's all festive with Phenomenon's contest.

Andrealphus: Your Majesty Belphegor, I know you're always sleepin', but why don't you stay awake tonight?

A hunter who carries a great scythe and slaughters angels in hiding. That was the public image of the devil that was Andrealphus, but there was a certain boyish innocence to his face as he sat at the foot of Belphegor's bed in the

and woke him up.

With Belphegor sleeping peacefully and the devils burying their faces in their respective desks, it seemed friendly and peaceful like a group of boys gathered at a friend's house after school to do homework.

Of course, there was nothing friendly or peaceful about the sight of an angel chained to the side of the room with his head on the execution rack, or Belphegor sleeping and masturbating nonstop despite the wetness on his lower stomach.

Bathin: Why disturb His Majesty Belphegor's sleep? He'll fall asleep again soon enough.

Andrealphus: Didn't you hear? There's a huge fuss about Phenomenon's contest goin' on outside. His Majesty should be a part of it.

Gusion: ......???

Bathin: ......?

Andrealphus: What's with the looks on your faces?

Gusion: .......How do you know my expressions?

Gusion narrowed his eyes to meet Andrealphus's blind ones, but this time Andrealphus pretended not to notice and continued.

Andrealphus: If His Majesty participates, I'm sure he'll win first place, which is good. Because, if he wins first place, then his picture will be displayed all over Hell, and I'll be able to see his face no matter where I am.

Gusion: If that's what you're after, just carry a picture of him around with you.

Andrealphus: No, it'll get soaked with blood.

Gusion: Put it in your phone, keep it as a photo...

Andrealphus: No, it'll get soaked with blood.

Bathin: Andrealphus's phone done broke more than once because it got drenched in blood. Anywhere, there's no way His Majesty's entering the contest, so we might as well give up hope.

Gusion: Hey, wait. Oi, Andrealphus. You can't even see it even if his Majesty's picture is hung all over Hell...!

Andrealphus: It's to do with the feels. Anyways, it can't be helped if he doesn't wish to participate.

Beleth: You're all bein' too pessimistic. He's still our king, after all.

Gusion: He's not going to do it anyway.

Belphegor: But we can still hope.

Belphegor's sleepy reply further sullied Gusion's impression of him.

Gusion: The one who hates being bothered the most is bothering me...

Beleth: Your Majesty, are you really gonna enter the contest?

Belphegor: It's annoyin'...

Everyone slammed their heads back down on their desks with an expression of 'of course' on their faces, but Beleth suddenly went into 'competent servant mode' again and his eyes began to sparkle.

Beleth: I heard that the criteria for the winner of this contest is to take 'a picture where you're the most obscenely filthy'... Don't you think that'd be a piece of cake?

Bathin: ...It's 'a picture where you're the most obscenely messed up'.

Beleth: Haha. Blah, blah, blah. Yes, Your Majesty, how 'bout you wake up for a moment...

Beleth moved closer to the bed to shake Belphegor awake, but Belphegor only lifted his head slightly in annoyance, a frown on his face.

Belphegor: You're the one who should be doin' that, if you'd just stay awake a lil' longer. Those teeth marks on your body, there's more of 'em. again

Beleth: No, no, no. This ain't even close.

Belphegor: What... I gotta do more than that? No, I don't like it. It's annoyin'.

Beleth: An event with all the devils of Hell? It can't be that easy. Why else do you think all the kings of the world are lookin' for Solomon's descendant right now like crazy?

Belphegor: Solomon's descendant?

Beleth's phone rang as Belphegor asked languidly, still in the throes of

sleep.

Beleth's phone rang as Belphegor asked languidly, still in the throes of sleep.

Beleth: Your Maj, one moment. Hello? Ah, a video call.

Beelzebub: [Haha, Beleth, you don't even know the difference between a phone call and a video call. You're like an old man!]

Beleth: I am an old man. I got so many mouths to feed, and I'm breakin' my back

tryin' to feed 'em.

Beleth spoke like a real old man, and the other devils gave him a look that said, "You smell like an old man," and slowly dragged their chairs away.

Beelzebub: [Ah, yes, that's right, Beleth is the best breadwinner in this Hell. Keke. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure the kid from that house has gone home too, have you met him?]

Beleth: Yes, he just came in. Andrealphus, would you like to say howdy to His Majesty Beelzebub?

Beleth said cheerfully, but Andrealphus stiffened and mouthed 'No.'.

Beelzebub: [Keke, looks like he rejected you. Anyway, judging by the silence, MC is not there, Levi! They aren't even in Niflheim.]

At the mention of Solomon's descendant's name, Belphegor who had been dozing off while half awake again slowly opened his eyes.

Beelzebub called out to Leviathan from Hades in a friendly manner, as though he happened to be with him. But Leviathan's expression across the screen was murderous.

Leviathan: [They're not in Niflheim, nor in Hades, nor in Abyssos. So all that remains is Gehenna and Tartaros. Beelzebub. I'll pull out your tongue after I look there, Beelzebub.]

Mammon: [They aren't in Tartaros either. I just came back from looking there. Anyway, what about Abaddon?]

When Mammon appeared beside him and tried to wrap his arm around Leviathan's shoulder, Leviathan deftly dodged, showing it all on the screen.

Leviathan: [There's no way MC would have gone there on their own, unless they're insane...... No, it's not completely unlikely.]

Satan: [Okay, let's go to Abaddon!!]

Even Satan's eyes lit up as he appeared, the devils of Niflheim who had come to Beleth's side and were watching the screen together all looked a little dumbfounded.

Gusion: ...This isn't even an emergency for Hell. How come you're all gathered there?

Satan: [Because we need to find MC to win first place in Phenomenon's contest!]

Bathin: What role will they play?

Mammon: [Huhu, you can figure out who has the most dramatic eye for 'most obscenely messed up' in all of Hell right now, since you're smart.]

Satan: [Why do you look so proud of yourself?]

Mammon: [Of course I'm happy that the kings of Hell have recognized MC's discernment, because they're mine.]

Satan: [Mwahaha! Bullshit!!]

Leviathan: [Anyways, since MC doesn't seem to be there, you can hang up the phone, keep busy.]

After saying that, Leviathan hung up the phone first. And with that, the noisy voices disappeared and peaceful silence returned...

Harumon: Keep busy...! What a cruel goodbye...!! That's so cruel...!! That's so cruel...!!!

Beleth: Where were you hidin' again? You came out now?

Harumon: Vassago kidnapped me again!!! Vassago!!! He bathed me in the finest scented oils!!! He massaged me all over!!! And he brushed me as he wanted!!!!!

Beleth: My, I'm jealous of that. It always feels so good to be touched by a pretty boy like Vassago.

Harumon: What are you talkin' about!!! You horny jerk!!! I've been taken advantage of!!!

Bathin: Vassago... He don't look it, but he really adores Harumon.

Beleth threw the good-smelling, fluffy Harumon onto the bed, and

Belphegor caught him right on the spot, tucking it under his elbow and rolling onto his side.

Harumon: Ugh...! Your Majesty, your elbow...! I-It's pressin' on my guts...!!! ARGHH!! I smell cum...?!!

Belphegor: Funny. A human whose name keeps comin' up during the devil's festival.

Andrealphus: ...? Your Majesty Belphegor, I thought you were asleep.

Beleth: Wow, his eyes are really sparklin'. What is it?

While they were all stunned that he was awake and not sleeping, Belphegor pulled a dice from his chest.

Belphegor: Solomon's descendant. I thought they were interestin', but...

But if they're so great that even the kings are lookin' for them, then...

Belphegor's dice left his hand. It rolled far, far away, stopping at Beleth's feet.

Belphegor didn't even bother to pick it up himself. He just looked up and asked.

Belphegor: What's it say?

Beleth: Six.

Belphegor: Okay, I've decided.

Belphegor, who was still only halfway out of his quilt by the time the dice were rolled, stretched out completely.

In that moment, the air in the room, which had been peaceful and even stretched out, stiffened with tension.

Belphegor: I shall win first place in the contest.

Before anyone could react to the sudden declaration.

Swooosh-!

A tremendous amount of power was suddenly released from Belphegor's body, which had been marinated in drowsiness and languor.

The devils in the room instinctively drew their weapons, tensing every muscle in their bodies. Just then.

Click.

An improbable sound reached everyone's ears. A small, concise signal that seemed to flip a switch in the world.

At the same time, the surroundings were plunged into total darkness. As if everyone in the world closed their eyes at the same time.

The darkness didn't just swallow Belphegor's chamber, it engulfed all of Hell in that moment.

Agares: ...This... All he does is sleep. What happened?

Vassago: ...I'll go fetch Harumon to check out the situation.

The place where Vassago selflessly replied to Agares' irritation was also shrouded in darkness.

Leviathan: This darkness... Belphegor, you lazy bastard.

Satan: Shouldn't he be in bed?

Beelzebub: He must be hungry, or--

Mammon: He suddenly remembered something he wanted.

The place where the kings gathered was also dark,

MC: What, what...?! Did the angels do something again...?!

The place where you are was also in darkness.

You couldn't see anything, and you thought while your heart was pounding with fear and surprise in the seemingly empty space.

MC: I was just passing near the border of Gehenna and Tartaros...?

You had narrowly missed Satan who was searching for you, and had actually returned to Gehenna just as he was leaving it.

But you were too afraid to step into the streets, and everything around you was enveloped in darkness, and you were lost.

The darkness not only swallowed up everything you could see, but it also swallowed up sound, and you couldn't feel anything, as if you were drowning in a black liquid.

Just then.

???: Ah, gotcha.

A familiar voice called out from an unknown direction.

Then there was a momentary flicker of darkness, with no light in any part of the room, no distinction between light or shadow, and then, as if someone had pulled away the blackness in front of your eyes, there was suddenly only a landscape beyond.

It was Belphegor's room, with a calm, dark interior that seemed made for sleeping more than anything else.

Belphegor: Come over here.

MC: Belphegor???

Holding up part of the darkness with one arm, Belphegor spoke in a voice

that hadn't quite awoken.

The man who had covered himself in a sea of near-neutral colors looked weak in his sleep, but all the darkness that surrounded you was of his own making.

Lifting the darkness as if lifting a curtain, he was slightly bent over so that his chest and abs, clad in a single kimono, were clearly visible to you.

MC: (Uh, am I looking at it wrong...? I don't think that's... sweat... on Belphegor's stomach...?)

You stared at him for a moment, suddenly realized that your gaze was too blatant, and shook your head hastily.

MC: This is too good, no, no, this is too sudden, what's going on?

Belphegor: You were too far away, so I shortened the path.

You didn't understand his words, but more than that, you didn't understand the sensations you were feeling.

Surely Belphegor was speaking in front of you, but his voice seemed to come from the back of your throat.

Besides, you should have been in Gehenna because you were standing still where you walking a moment ago, but Belphegor in front of you were waving from his room in Niflheim.

Beleth: My goodness. Our king must be somethin' else, to bother goin' all the way down there, to mess up the dimension by unleashin' energy on all Hell.

You heard Beleth's dumbfounded voice from somewhere, a voice that sounded bemused-but also secretly proud.

Gusion: Hey, Solomon's descendant. Use your head. Not your senses. Think about what this devil in front of you is capable of.

Gusion's voice rang out from somewhere, and you snapped out of it.

Belphegor, who could bend dimensions, space and time, had bent them to meet you, creating the shortest distance possible to reach you.

MC: S-so where am I now? Gehenna or Niflheim?

Bathin: You're in Gehenna, and you're in Niflheim. That's what dimensional travelin' is for. Ain't that nifty?

At the sound of Bathin's calm voice, you felt yourself being released from the fear and tension that the sudden darkness had brought.

You shifted toward Belphegor, whose three eyes were glowing toward you, and then-

Belphegor: This way.

Sure enough, Belphegor was right in front of you, so you reached out, and just as you thought you heard a voice in your right ear, a firm hand wrapped around your left waist, hugging your body from behind and pulling you to your feet.

MC: (I'm going to fall...?!)

You squeezed your eyes shut in surprise, and then something fluffy touched your bottom, and it became bright beyond your eyelids.

MC: Huh, where am I...?

Belphegor: It's Niflheim.

Sitting in the middle of the bed and sprawled out beside you, answered Belphegor, who hadn't even bothered to look at you despite the fact that the front of his tunic was open - and thankfully so.

Beleth: Welcome to Niflheim, my dear Descendant of Solomon.

You were greeted in a cool tone by the handsome devil standing before you.

MC: I was surely in Gehenna a moment ago...!

Beleth: The moment you entered the dimension of Niflheim, our Majesty pulled you into it, and then returned you to your dimension.

Harumon: My...! Not just travelin' 'tween dimensions, but havin' the power to travel 'tween dimensions...!!! I don't know if our king is brilliant or ignorant!

As Harumon complained, Beleth casually walked back to the desk, grabbed a pen, and spoke.

Beleth: Now, I reckon our king's gonna be busy from now on, so the rest of y'all should find another empty room.

Bathin: ... It's been a spell since I saw you. How sad.

Bathin bowed politely and started to leave the room, but Gusion couldn't take his eyes off the paper he was writing down formulas for some interesting puzzle, so Bathin dragged him out of the room.

Beleth: Andrealphus, you too... Huh? When did he leave? Harumon's not here neither?

Beleth scratched the back of his head as he stared at the empty space, then closed the window as if he was used to it and came back and sat down.

MC: If you're busy, should I go too? I just got here, but...

Beleth: Ahh, no, Belphie's busy 'cause of you. Well, I'll be off... Oh, just check this

one. Hey, your Majesty. What about that last road project? Do you approve?

Belphegor: Yeah.

Beleth: Hey, at least take a gander at it. Don't just lie there.

Belphegor: Ye.

Beleth:You're such a good listener. Hey, MC, I'm sorry, can you help him on one side? I'll take the other.

MC: Huh? Okay!

At Beleth's request, you hesitantly lifted one of Belphegor's armpits and placed it on your shoulder. As Beleth approached and did the same on the other side, Belphegor rose to his feet as if he had no choice.

MC: (Ooh, ooh... What is this... Belphegor's thick body odor is coming straight to

the tip of my nose...!)

Beleth walked over and carried Belphegor with you to the front of the desk.

Beleth: Look. This paperwork. What shall we do, approve it?

Belphegor: Nah.

Beleth: Well then... Okay. That's it, then. Now I'm really done... Oh, this one needs the king's say-so, too. Hey, Your Majesty. What am I supposed to do? There's stuff on the agenda that needs your answer right now.

Belphegor: Well, you get to work. I'll do this. No, you do it, not me.

Belphegor said, half-leaning over Beleth and pointing at you with his gaze.

MC: Me? Do? What?

Belphegor: That's annoyin', just ask me one question.

MC: If you brought me here, the least you could do is explain...!

As you said that, you slipped out of his arms and stood to face Belphegor, who sighed heavily as if he was about to do something very, very big.

Belphegor: I'm only gonna explain this once. I'm gonna explain it in one go. If I don't, I'll die of annoyance.

You nodded quickly, and Belphegor smirked, his head jerking upright.

You almost didn't pay attention to his words as his sharply chiseled, handsome features stared back at you...

Belphegor: I'm curious about you. I've taken a likin' to you.

I also wanna win first place in Phenomenon's contest.

I also wanna have relations with you.

But I can't be bothered to move.

So you do it.

MC: ??????????????

You stuttered as the information rushed past you, not quite registering in your mind.

Beleth: Come on, Your Majesty. Just 'cause you're bothered doesn't mean you gotta speak so casual-like that the other person can't understand you.

Fortunately, Beleth kindly turned his chair around to explain.

Beleth: Well, it ain't really that difficult. His Majesty is interested in you, so to speak, and he also wants to win first prize in Phenomenon's contest.

He thinks you can help him take the 'dirtiest photo ever', and he'd like to have relations with you, too.

But he can't be bothered with all of that, so he's lettin' you lead, okay?

MC: Uh... So... He wants to know about me, and... He want to win first place in Phenomenon's contest, and... Have sex with me.... Ahem, I'd like to do that, too... But... I...

Beleth: Yeah. You got it. Clever.

Your face flared up in a belated blush at Beleth's kind words.

MC: (I mean, he's saying we should do it right now, with my own hands, and with Beleth here...!)

Your blushing face looked shamelessly into Belphegor's eyes and the back of Beleth's head.

You panicked and took a few steps back, only to find a cold wall behind you... No, a full-length mirror almost as large as the wall.

Turning away from the mirror, you clasped your sweaty hands together as you stared at a man who had both a sharp, alert appearance and a languid languor that left much to the imagination.

MC: (This...is... too... too... good...!)

You already anticipated seeing the scenes that made your heart pound inwardly once you heard about the theme of Phenomenon's contest, and you found yourself in a more stimulating situation than you could have imagined.

MC: (After all, I don't see Belphegor very often compared to the other kings, so I never expected such an event to take place...!)

True to his name as the king of sloth, Belphegor rarely ventured outside of Niflheim.

Even when he was in Niflheim, he rarely left his room, or even his bed, which made this situation even more exciting.

MC: (I wonder what type of caress Belphegor likes. Does he sweat a lot? Does he like to be touched by hand or does he prefer it to be done with my mouth?)

Belphegor said he wanted to get to know you, but in truth, you were just as curious about him.

With such expectations and delusions bubbling up inside you, you thought it wouldn't be long before you were wetting your pants just by looking at the razor-sharp handsome man standing there with his apron languidly open.

The only problem was, you had to lead the whole thing and make sure you 'messed it up obscenely' to his satisfaction...

MC: (But Belphegor's already obscene...?! That on his stomach...!! It's definitely cum...!! Ahh... I want to rub my lower belly on it and get wet...)

Belphegor: Huh? Huh. Yer' already up and at it? How diligent.

You looked into Belphegor's pale eyes and saw that in his eyes, you were already blushing, and spreading open his clothes.

In fact, your expectations were not just to 'watch' the thrilling scenes, but to actually 'mess' someone up in the most obscene way possible.

MC: You said to do it. So I'm going to do it enthusiastically...

And then, as if by some sort of instinct, you began to run your drooling tongue over the nipple in front of you.

Watching you, Belphegor chuckled.

Belphegor: I ain't one for nuisances, but when I see folks workin' this hard for me, I reckon I gotta lend 'em a hand.

With those words, Belphegor's hand came to rest on the top of your head as if squeezing you, and as he lifted your head with force, your gaze locked with his mysterious three eyes.

Belphegor: [There's no need to rush, just make it feel right]

At that moment, you felt your vision go dark for another very brief moment.

And the moment it receded, Belphegor's hand was on the back of your head... Yet somehow, you felt it on your butt.

MC: Huh? Huh?

Belphegor's grip on your head tightened, and you lifted up on your heels, feeling as if someone was squeezing you under your ass.

MC: Uhh...?! There's a hand, on my butt...?

That wasn't it.

MC: (It feels strange... I feel so good... I'm so turned on... But why... Do I feel so drowsy and lethargic...?)

Belphegor: Ya can sleep, but keep movin' them bones.

A strange command dropped above your head... No, it seemed to come from beneath your chin.

MC: Huh...? I just heard, something here...

You lowered your head, talking gibberish as though you were half-asleep, but of course Belphegor's face wasn't there.

Instead, you could see his abs that were clearly visible through the open front, and the glistening piercing that was embedded in them when you looked down.

When you touched it with your hand, it felt cooler than your body temperature and it seemed to stir your sleep just a little.

But only for a moment.

You shook it off. The languor eventually gave way to the strength behind your knees, and you stood in front of Belphegor with your knees upright, rubbing your face between his legs.

Even as you frantically rubbed between his legs, now as warm as a newborn baby, he literally 'stayed still' with nothing but a pleasant smile.

Beleth: Hey, Maya, watch yerself 'round His Majesty-- hangin' 'round him can wear ya down... Shoot, my apologies for bein' late.

Beleth glanced back at you, but you were already preoccupied with the multi-sensory and arousal that Belphegor had so strangely twisted.

Belphegor had only squeezed the crown of your head once, and you were still feeling the sensation of someone constantly squeezing and fondling under your ass,

Belphegor had only whispered once, but his hot, sweet breath seemed to be blowing in your earlobe, under your armpit, and down your stomach over and over again.

MC: This is strange... Strange... It's strange... But I like ittt...

Belphegor: Now, put in that work, push it harder.

His words sounded insensitive, but they were true.

The more you touched him, the more you felt him, the more aroused your body somehow became.

It wasn't the kind of 'if you like it, I like it' interaction that happened simply because of the affection you felt for the other person.

Belphegor was leisurely watching you, letting you take over the even the arousal that he should be feeling.

Of course, that didn't mean Belphegor's wasn't aroused at all, or nil.

MC: It's hard.

His cock was already fully erect and throbbing against your cheek, just a piece of clothing away.

You drew your knees up to your sitting position and lifted his robe up on your own, rolling it over your chest.

Belphegor: ...That's it. Keep it steady.

Feeling Belphegor's voice and breath echoing in the hole beneath you, you parted the bottom of his kimono.

MC: It's... Pretty...

You said so without realizing it, lovingly stroking Belphegor's shaft with both hands.

It was nodding fiercely and wasn't cute in the slightest, but you found it terribly endearing.

His cock looked like a compressed version of Belphegor himself.

It was neither too long nor too small, just the right amount of hardness and clear color.

And... The piercings that were embedded here and there on his body were embedded there as well.

MC: (If I touch it there... Would it feel even better...?)

You thought to yourself, and at the same time you stood up firmly, wedged it between your breasts and began to move up and down.

[corsomondo]

Can we see more of the OUAW moms? I also would like to se some more of Torbek's mom too! (I'm sorry, I just see angst, and my brain goes full monkey[?)

Hello! Yes, Id love to post more about them :-) Im working on making a post about Sonntag (Frosts mom) and Adelaine (Kremmys mom) next. Im rather busy these days and art takes forever, but in the meantime if theres any questions feel free to send me an ask.

Heres some Myriani facts for you: during the first months of her pregnancy, she was doing wonderfully. Living in a safe enviroment, practising her magics and teaching herself how to play the lute. Her favorite past time though was sleeping for as long as she wanted to. She loves berries and though shes a horrible cook, would love to make jam.

[maimedaffair]

tbt, tumblr rp trends version. repost and bold the trends you have taken part in, leave untouched the ones you’ve seen but haven’t taken part in, and cross out the ones you can’t remember or have missed.

photoshop replies. / formatting by making a line break before the end of the text field to create a block of text that never looked good on themes. / doing the aforementioned but also trying to make the lines looks even with spacebar. / the first rise of promos being two vertical images side by side. / “straight outta __” promo trend that lasted like less than 12 hours. / making shitpost promos specifically for april fool’s day. / c.rystal r.eed, d.ylan o’b.rien, and n.ina d.obrev are the only three faceclaims in the world. / everyone’s period faceclaim is adelaine kane in reign. / ian somerhalden at 35 years old works as a fc for a high school student. / amb.er h.eard is the only faceclaim in the world.

cutting threads who. / container themes. / container themes at an angle. / container themes and the links blend in with the background. / themes with a gif as a sidebar. / themes with full-width or height sidebars no one really knew how to make look good. / update bars separate from the rest of the theme. / tacky-looking autoplays. / autoplays but this time the player is tiny and in the description and starts from the beginning every time the page loads. / autoplays but this time the horizontal player at the top or bottom has a transparent layout. / “you can’t see the expression in 100x100 icons”. / insanejournal icons. / rping with big gifs. / rping with big gifs but this time it’s ironic. / “#ignore the text”

‘greeter' open starters for new followers / “hey how about we do this reblog karma thing where you send a meme if you reblog it bc no one is doing it” / “i will block you if you don’t reblog the meme from the source” / torn paper effect mobile banners. / mun faceclaim. / small text. / double small text. / triple small text. / magic anons. / rping with personals via anon asks. / a border inside the icon and an initial on the bottom right corner. / taking icons off hollow-art and just putting a psd over it. / red text on black background or vice versa no matter how difficult it was to see bc Edgy. / “multimuses are bad”. / all the mun information on the caption of the promo, including experience and formatting preference. / video promos.

[yourlocalmechanism-dr-carmilla]

Name: Adelaine Taryn Winchester

Position/Side: the White queens sister, she fought by her side-until she was taken and killed by the queen of hearts, her head was chopped off and her skin was put over a robot, then the alterations were made to turn her into a rose red

-but during the process, her brain was also re-Used, and despite the memory loss and brainwash, the memories of her past life were Still dormant

-often she was used as a show off, especially when the white queen was present on the battlefield to stir up unease

-but when she saw her sister being attacked by the infamous jabberwocky, the tiby fragments of own memories and own will that had been harboring themselves over time flashed up and slowly pieced themselves together..

-the result? She eventually went rogue, in a fit of rage as she dimly remembered emotions and brief flashes of memories and she just ran away, getting hit by bullets but she kept on running- this was onserved by the mechanisms, snd jonny, abit tipsy on whiskey, felt reminded of briar rose and suggested they tale her aboard- which they did fixing her up so any remnants of the brainwash would be gone

-deadly in battle, but mostly VERY silent and tries to remember more, also she hates mirrors as she sees the image of a stranger whose face shes wearing but who is not quite her…she has issues with identity, her own will and freedom and memories, often getting hit by a flashback that makes no sense to her and she sits thete, clutching her head

-when the white queen first Saw her, she shot her out of anger, grief and shock. Adelaine let it happen, timid as she is..

-she tries to make the white queen warm up to her, to learn more about her past, but with little success…her and alice sometikes sit together and clutch their heads during a flashback..or her and jabberwocky talk about their experiences…

Another oc for the song alice!

Her.

Once a sister, now a nobody”

We were sisters, you and i/ birds of a feather, two white doves flying through the sunlit sky

You taught me how to play piano, i taught you the names of flowers

We both were taught how to fight, i favoured the rapier, thin and pointy, you the sword, abit more broad, yet our style was similiar

My mind is a empty palace with pictures on the wall, old and torn, i try to make the faces out but i cant!

A trail of crimson on the white floor, caused by me or from me, i dont know

Pray tell, who am i? Who was the person whose face i wear? Am i still your sister or jsut a nobody?

The war started to rage and i to fight, despite you not wanting me to

Your white knight was by my side, until i was taken by force, the queen of hearts troops outnumbered us, i screamed and begged, i was afraid

But my futile cries just echoed through the empty nightsky, never reaching your ears

I wonder if you cried and begged too, begging life to return me to you- you got ypur wish jut it wasnt what you wanted in the end

My mind is a empty palace with pictures on the wall, old and torn, i try to make the faces out but i cant!

A trail of crimson on the white floor, caused by me or from me, i dont know

Pray tell, who am i? Who was the person whose face i wear? Am i still your sister or jsut a nobody?

They beheaded me and stripped me of my skin and brain, implanted it into a metallic vessel, i became just another rose in the garden of the queen of hearts

My mind was scattered, memory fragments and bits of free will existed yet were hiding

I was used as a trophy that the queen showed off, just wanting to show how she was better than my sister

My mind is a empty palace with pictures on the wall, old and torn, i try to make the faces out but i cant!

A trail of crimson on the white floor, caused by me or from me, i dont know

Pray tell, who am i? Who was the person whose face i wear? Am i still your sister or jsut a nobody?

One day, i did saw my sister being attacked by the jabberwocky, it took her eye

In that moment, it came back to me in a flash and my mind started to reassemble itself

A few days later i went rogue, rage boiled in me and i let it all out, before i ran, not caring about anything

Got picked up by a crew of space pirates, they cleaned my mind of the queens influence, yet i still didnt quite know who i was

My beloved sister, she joined the Crew- but shot me in the stomach when she first saw me, terror, grief and disgust all written on her face..i didnt dodge it.i deserve it…

After all, i was jsut a Robot wearing her sisters skin

My mind is a empty palace with pictures on the wall, old and torn, i try to make the faces out but i cant!

A trail of crimson on the white floor, caused by me or from me, i dont know

Pray tell, who am i? Who was the person whose face i wear? Am i still your sister or jsut a nobody?

Her song

[jordie-gvf]

quality time, danny

summary : danny and his daughter spend the day together.

warnings : fluff, language, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex, language, danny being a chef

word count : 1.2k+

It was no secret that Adelaine was a daddy's girl. Ever since you were pregnant with her, those two had been as thick as thieves. 

You had just come home from work, when you heard giggling coming from her room. You peeked your head inside and saw your husband in a tutu, bows in his hair, getting his nails painted by his 4 year old.

Adelaine had his features. The dark curly hair, brown eyes, and freckles spotting her face. She was a spitting image of Danny. The one thing she had gotten from you, was your attitude. Born under the Taurean sun of April 28th, just like you. 

You walked in and said, “Nice look babe,” and he looked at you and laughed. He motioned you over with his head and gave you a kiss. “Hi Mommy!” She smiled up at you and said. “Hi sweetheart! How was school?” you asked her. She spoke out a simple, good, and went back to painting his nails. 

Danny had asked you that morning if he could get her out of school early, to have daddy daughter time before he went away on tour, you caved and said yes.

You sat down at the little wooden table in her room and asked if you could get your nails painted too. She nodded and asked “what color?” and you pointed to the yellow and purple. 

Once she was done painting Danny's nails, he fanned them through the air, helping them dry. She moved her body towards you and started to paint. 

You looked at him and said,

“Has she been good today?” He nodded and said,

“She always is, aren't you Ads?” You looked over and saw her nodding her head fairly quickly.

You looked at her and said, “What did you and Daddy do today?” Her face lit up and she said, “He took me to the mall and we ate at Auntie Annes, and Daddy let me have some of his drink!” 

You peered your eyes toward him and said, “What was this drink, Daddy?” He looked at you and said, “Relax, Pepsi.” 

You uttered out an “mhm,” and put your head back down to look at your daughter. “What did he get you at the mall?” 

She put the nail polish down and said, “All kinds of stuff Mommy! We went to build a bear, and we got matching teddy bears! We even put clothes on them! We got you one too! And then we went to the place to get clothes, and Daddy helped me pick out a few dresses!”

You smiled at the four year old, who leaves out no details. She glanced at you and said, “Mommy! Daddy said if I was good today, that we could get ice cream! Can we get ice cream?” 

You looked at him and said, “did he now?” She nodded her head really fast and you nodded. “Yes Addy, we can get ice cream.” 

Adelaine had finished painting your nails and she told you not to move until she told you to. About 10 minutes later, she let you get up. You walked downstairs to put all your stuff away, when she came into the kitchen holding a gift bag. 

You opened the bag and saw a card first. You opened the card and saw a heart on the front. You opened the card and read it aloud. You saw her signature down at the bottom along with the date. You placed the card on the counter and moved the tissue paper. You pulled out a fuzzy teddy bear. Attached inside the bag was the “birth certificate.” You looked at it, the bear's name was Fuzzles and it was to Mommy from Daddy & Addy. They picked out clothes and a headband, and dressed Fuzzles in scrubs. 

You heard Danny come downstairs and he walked over to the kitchen island. You looked at him and said, “I can't take you seriously with those pink nails and the sparkly bows.” He took the bow out of his hair and placed it on the counter, laughed and kissed your forehead. He looked at Adelaine and said, “What do you want for dinner, love?” She got out of her chair and came over to you guys. “Daddy’s pasta! Daddy’s pasta!” she said, exuberantly. 

Danny had made a mean chicken alfredo once, and she's been in love with it ever since. He handed her the iPad you'd gotten for her and told her to go sit on the couch. “I need some help from Mama tonight,” he said and smirked. “Is that so?” you responded to him with a smile on your face. He hugged your waist and said, “Oh yeah, more ways than one. You know, she's been talking about how her friends have siblings. Maybe we should give her one,” he said and soon flashed his pearly whites. 

You kissed his cheek and said, “maybe one day,” and focused on the side salad you were making beforehand. 

Once the alfredo was done, he called Adelaine over and told her to go wash her hands. She came back to the table and saw her alfredo, her salad, and her glass of chocolate milk. She sat down and said, “Thank you Daddy,” picked up her fork, and indulged. 

When dinner was done, she sat down at her activity table and grabbed her coloring book and colored pencils. You and Danny had tag-teamed the kitchen clean up. You heard Ginger, the Wagner beagle, come into the kitchen and make her way to Adelaine. 

Danny was at the sink washing dishes as you wiped down the counters. You came up behind him and grabbed his ass and squeezed. He yelped and turned around. He continued to do the dishes while you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his back.

“Danny?” you said.

“Yeah sweetheart?” he responded.

“I want another one.” you told him.

He stopped doing the dishes and turned to you. “Really?” he asked, bright eyed. You nodded and said, “I really do. I never had a brother or a sister growing up and it was really lonely for me. I don't want her to grow up like I did.” He smiled and whispered in your ear, “I'll tell Josh,” as he loved seeing Adelaine. 

Sam and Jake had come over for a few minutes, said they were in the neighborhood. Jake took one look at Danny and said, “nice nail polish,” Danny smiled and said, “yeah, strawberry scented” and laughed.

Adelaine had already been asleep, she had to go to school tomorrow and Daddy was dropping her off. She loved talking about him at school. You found this out from her teacher, Ms. Bloom, who had also been one of your best friends. You had a parent teacher conference with her one day after work. She had told you, “I've only heard her talk about one person and that's Danny. She loves to tell her friends about her dad.” Your heart hammered in your chest when she told you. All she ever wanted to do was boast. 

The next morning came and you made french toast and eggs for the family. Once Adelaine was dressed and Danny had brushed his teeth, they were headed for school drop off. Danny called you once she was dropped off and said two simple words. “Be upstairs.” 

He had approached the house in the Corvette, when you made your way upstairs. You had got caught up in your own mind. You thought, “did we ever get ice cream last night?”