#And the black turtleneck ??? ♥

[alienwithobsessions]

Shameless photos of my TV tonight. Some lovely emotions portrayed by Walton in the bits I managed to watch of G.I. Joe: Retaliation.

[simstomaggie]

The Horsey Pack

I usually don't talk about follower numbers, but this one felt cool and fun: over 3000 people follow this blog now!! I've never had as many followers on a blog, this is big for me! I'd like to say a big thank you to all of you, and to celebrate this milestone, I want to share this little pack I made for you! It's all items that were either frankenmeshed with parts from the Horse Ranch packed, or inspired by ranch life. None of the items need the pack though, so anyone can use them in whatever context you want ;)

The pack includes 6 items:

I'm going to list them here below with download links:

Asfaloth Dress

24 swatches

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Hasufel Outfit

20 swatches (15 swatches with patterns on the vest, 5 with solids)

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Arod Overall

20 swatches (10 swatches with patterns on the shirt, 10 with solids)

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Roheryn Blazer

10 swatches with patterns on the blazer (5 white, 5 black turtlenecks), 10 swatches with solid patterns on the blazer (5 white, 5 black turtlenecks)

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Windfola Pants

15 swatches

normal polycount

disabled for random

basegame compatible

Download on Curseforge

Snowmane Hair

24 EA swatches

basegame compatible

Hat Chops

disallowed for random

Credit for the technique for this hair goes to @buzzardly28 whose idea of spreading out the uv map to the hat area finally solved some issues I had, so. THANK YOU!!!

Download on Curseforge

I hope you have fun with this pack, and that you enjoy the actual horse pack as much as I do if you have it ;)

love you guys ❤️

Support Me here: Patreon | Ko-Fi

Thank you so much!

cc: @maxismatchccworld @mmfinds @mmoutfitters @public-ccfinds ♥

[z0mbi3k1d]

do you think you could do like a dark academia or light academia or just academia lol I'm gonna stop now

I loooove everything Academia!! I wanna do more in the future but I'll stick with dark for now

Wanna get this aesthetic???

Dark Academia is an aesthetic that is literally for romanticizing school and education, so not only is it a beautiful style, it's also all about education and bettering your brain ♥︎

Where do I shop? 🍙

Thread up

Amazon

Ross

H&M

What items should I get? ♣

Pleated skirts

Ties

Sweater vests

Cardigans

Collared skirts

Turtlenecks

Blazer

Patterns + Colors ☕

Patterns

Plaid

Stripes?

Colors

Brown

Black

White

Sage green

Dark red

Accessories 🖊

Belts

Ties

Watch

Black tights

Rings

Leg warmers

Additional things 🍵

Dark academia is based on like a 'magical' school in a book, it's the usual aesthetic you get when reading a fantasy book based on a school

It's all about education so hobbies would include chess, studying, reading ect.

Upcoming posts 🕯

While bunch of LayZ posts

Thank you for reading!!! 🩷

Have a great rest of your day! Remember to stay healthy and that you are loved!! 🩷

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Let’s get some fun recommendations goin around here! What’s a piece of clone content (art, fic, etc) that has stuck with you as being notably excellent? Tag it in your answer so we can all find some new fun to read! If you want, of course; feel free to ignore! 💕

Oooh, this is fun! Yes ♥ I'm an absolute whore for art ♥

Starting off with a beautiful take on my favorite shit boy from the 104th, my babylove, Warthog by @omaano. I know there's no need for an explanation but I'm just so overly proud and touched because this was a tribute to a fallen comrade who happens to be Warthog's bestiecakes, Tracer.

Read more here ♥ And yes, Warthog is my favorite ♥ I will pick him again and again and again and again and again over Commander Wolffe ♥

Second would be Big Boy Wrecker ♥ As much as I am crazy for soft Wrecker with pink beach shorts with Omega, it's the Mischief Energy for me ♥ Love me some unhinged, chaotic, bulldozer baby girl of a man ♥ Also, everything @amorfista is a fave ♥

[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"

Another Wrecker by @lornaka because omg, he has truly captivated my heart ♥

Miss these kids sm

Darth Fett by @eyecandyeoz ♥ Candy outdid themselves here and I cannot emphasize that enough because (1) that fic is absolutely filthy, (2) it's a fic and art for one of my hidden/small otps, and (3) that art is as absolutely filthy as the fic.

Vader × Fett😈

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

Very Toned Crosshair

This beautiful Crosshair happening that blesses my dash from time to time made by @ditztitz because goddamn, look at those unf-things and them unf-lines.

House of Fett | Family Picture

House of Fett, of course by @baufraus who I am obsessed with in terms of their art style and sticker vibe.

Thicc Fox & Thicc Wolffe ♥

@patchmates thicc twin love because jfc, Wolffe and Fox being hella fine is such a vibe. I've reblogged this so many damn times, I'm still giddy over it ♥

Bly in booty shorts

Need no explanation than the fact that someone better steal his blacks from time to time for the good of the galaxy. Delicious art by @thatfunkyopossum

Croissants being actual croissants ♥

Anything Fox and Corrie boys related by @amikoroyaiart because they so precious and so much foolishness happening ♥

That one Commander Fox Art that serves so much cunt I feel insecure as a cunt-bearing organism ♥.

This to me is s.ex on the eyes. It's the judgmental tilt of the head, that eyebrow raise, that look of disapproval that can also be seen as 'yeah, I'd hit that... but after work cause I got so much fucking work' — it's the bad boy ciggue for me, that puff of smoke in the background, that turtleneck blacks, that thiccness, that scar, that jfc-i would like to get railed by this man on his desk while he works vibe. ;//////;

Amazing art by @calamity-aims

Need something on your wall? Check them out ♥

Two from @idontgetanysleep that I would love to see on a wall:

Black and white Info Panel feature Wolffe, Rex, Cody, and Gregor ♥♥♥

Vibrant & Groovy Wallpapers featuring Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Howzer, Gregor ♥♥♥

..••°°°°••..°°••....••°°..••°°°°••..°°••....••°

And lastly, every single fucking panel in this post resonates to me in an astronomical level that I feel more closer to being Fox than being in love with Fox. This is essentially Fox and Me in photos as one. And I'm so pleased that @that-one-egomaniac gave me permission to use this bit because I am obsessed with this that I will post the photo itself — behold, my most favorite thing in the entire galaxy:

Thank you for this very interesting ask ♥

Note: I also don't know why some of the links didn't work as I was getting an error when posting so the rest came out as hyperlinks.

[quinloki]

My lovely, lovely quin... I think you know who I'm gonna ask for. May we get Benn Beckman after hours please? 😘

Benn Beckman

After Hours Role: Head Bouncer

After Hours Attire: Black turtleneck, black pants, gold chain necklace (magnetic clasp, releases easy when tugged), gold wrist watch (magnetic clasp again). I see Beckman having some really detailed, really skillfully done tattoos, but you don’t see them when he’s working cause of the uniform.

After Hours Vibe: Surprisingly approachable, despite not really standing out much. Beckman’s relaxed 99% of the time, and coordinates all the other bouncers. If you’ve ever seen Road House, he’s kind of like the main protagonist from that movie – everybody is taught to play nice, and Beckman decides when it’s time to not play nice. Other bouncers don’t get to make that call.

Beckman has the final say on primary and auxiliary bouncers in the club. He knows everyone’s devil fruit abilities, and how they can be utilized to deescalate a situation. He works so well with the others that often he just needs to say a bouncer’s name and they spring into action without needing to know anything else. The only time a bouncer moves without Beckman’s say is if someone is about to grab a staff member in a way that the staff member couldn’t be aware of, or doesn’t want.

But even then, it’s only to halt the action, steps after that fact are still the head bouncer’s call.

Tag Line: “My bouncer was polite, and you weren’t. Now we’re going to go outside and talk about that.”

Dom/Sub/Top/Bottom: N/A – I have head canons sure, but in this situation Benn’s not on the menu. (maybe as a drabble or short story >.> )

Kink Preferences: As above, so below ♥

Host Club AU Head Canon Event

[mythvoiced]

-. CORE SPECIAL EDITION: the trifecta of new muses: june, aaron, lián

they're beautiful. i've been reading some manhwa and manhua here and there lately and i just sort of dig just how many 'gosh he's so beautiful' shots you get lmao makes me chuckle sensibly, yes mx author draw attention to this guy's waist one more time, go ahead--

their 'oh he's so pretty/handsome/beautiful/ethereal' is also meant to directly juxtapose their attitude btw so we're having FUN hehehe~

june looks like androgynous sex on legs (the phan's can't do gender) and he does like pretending he's promiscuous because it makes most people uncomfortable, but he's just a guy who is cat coded that's all

aaron is on the shorter side of things, and he's pretty and soft and he's got these honey-brown hazel eyes and he gets the 'freeze frame of lead being gentle' treatment, but he's also deadpan, soulless, resigned, has Completely given up, NO fight in him, NONE, he's not gentle he's dead inside, he's made out entirely of sighs and not the dreamy kind, more like 'please leave me alone to wallow in the misery of existing' he's nice because not being nice sounds like a hassle lmao

lián is Stunning he gets the wuxia xianxia danmei pretty boi treatment, he even gets a FAN depending on verse HEHEHE~, that perfect smile, the warm sensible chuckle, the casual lingering brush of fingertips along someone's upper arm, but he's also Killed™ so~

if you put june, aaron, and lián in a room and told them whoever avoids revealing something profound about themselves the longest wins, aaron would win

june is a hopeless romantic, aaron thinks romcoms make zero sense, and lián consumes historical romance for the Intrigue and the Drama

june is painfully easy to crack even though he always makes a fuss, lián can be made to crack if you intrigue him enough but why would you do that to yourself don't get his attention, and aaron is Tough good luck my friends getting through THAT shield

like, if you put these three somewhere, june has by far the worst social skills, and he's quick to get defensive and he very pointedly pushes people away and then, turns out! easiest route

then there's lián who just finds things Silly and Interesting so if you can convince him you've got an interesting personality you're good to go

and then there's aaron who has officially dethroned eunjae from being the 'least likely muse to warm up to strangers'

june's got that bad boy look, the tousled hair, the attitude, the leather jackets, the tight black t-shirts lmao, big ol' doof honestly, whenever thanh tells him 'you're a good kid' he has an impostor syndrome crisis about it for five business days

aaron wears soft sweatshirts and turtlenecks, always dresses like the Money the shaw's have (his family, aaron shaw--), you look at him and you're worried flowers will bloom around him if you make eye contact, coldest bitch on earth (very warm actually, just... you gotta revive that part-)

lián designer brands ONLY, prefers light colours with lavender and light aquamarine accents, never pink, red, or orange and related colours, is he even real??! yes, he is, he killed his dad ♥

june isn't his actual name it's a nickname from his childhood he gave himself to have 'an american sounding name', aaron will very openly cringe if you call him 'mr shaw', and lián will flail you if you don't use his courtesy name (wuxia verse only, beyond wuxia he'll flail you if you try to skip out on at least trying to pronounce his name properly)

june has very soft hair that you should tousle, aaron's hair is... like caramel blonde and typically v dry, lián's hair is either wuxia immortal cultivator white or bleached white in modern verse

[gohjuo]

DISTRACTIONS were always a welcome tactic in battle & birthday celebrations. he had given suguru his undivided attention in the morning deciding to wake him up with the surprise of birthday kiss that turned into tangled limbs & breathy moans. there were a slew of i love yous before satoru decided to let shoko take him off his hands for lunch. it was a diversion as he finished the final touches at the restaurant he had reserved, satoru was able to convince the owner to section off a part of the rooftop for just the two of them.

a text is swiftly sent with ease about the location of their private dinner: rooftop bar at andaz tokyo. in his hand were three bags: his birthday present ( containing a new bottle of his favorite hair oil, a dior card holder since suguru's wallet was giving him anxiety, & a dior black zip hoodie ), the black sesame chiffon cake from their bakery, & his own bag. he watches as someone presses the button for him & he enters.

there's moments when his nerves get him, his heart is racing since there's anticipation for how suguru would react. satoru would have opted for a night in, but he's fond of grander gestures, & he wants to show off suguru on his instagram page without a second thought. the elevator ride dings as he reaches his floor & he makes his way to the hostess. he gives his name curtly before following through the reserved section for them. there is a skyline & a view of tokyo bay at the distant. as tempting as having tokyo tower was satoru opted to be different.

he sits down, his own outfit a montone black with a turtleneck, trenchcoat, & a pair of black pants. satoru loved being dressed to impress along with his pair of prada loafers that pop up with the triangle insignia. he preferred subtleties & he was sure suguru would approve of a private night out. satoru hums in anticipation, a cheery timbre to his voice as he waits.

[ 0 ] messages received.                      

             composing sms message: < my one and only >    

gojo: suuuuuuuguruuuuuuuu ♥ gojo: i'm waiting for you. gojo: hope being with shoko was okay. gojo: now it's just you and me. gojo: don't keep me waiting too long. gojo: 🥺🥺🥺

[ 6 ] messages sent

@getouh for an early birthday starter !

[tambourineophelia]

I was tagged to answer 17 questions by the trifecta of hotness and sweetness that are @nxposure @venomouslilith and @jules-van-h, so I had not choice but to oblige ♥

Nickname: My family nickname is Mine, but I really only like to be called that by very close friends and family.

Sign: libra sun, libra moon, cancer rising. (explains a lot, doesn't it?)

Height: 158cm.

Last thing I googled: checked some spelling, but before that I googled when the university's secretary is open because I need to figure out some paperwork.

Song stuck in my head: for obvious, heartbreaking reasons, I have been haunted by Songbird by Fleetwood Mac for the past couple of days. The sun will be shining for you, Christine ♥

Number of followers: okay, so take this with a grain of salt, because I have been on tumblr and THIS BLOG for over a decade and I guess about 4/5 of these are not even active, but it's slowly creeping towards 6k.

Amount of sleep: Around seven hours! Went to a show with a friend yesterday, and sleeping next to someone, I never sleep too well.

Lucky number: 12, 6 as well, and more extendedly all numbers divideable by 6.

Wearing: Boring it's-really-cold outfit of jeans, black turtleneck, black cashmere jumper. But it's really cold and I am not going anywhere. And because I am a fashion bitch I added a vintage belt I inherited from my aunt, so now I look vaguely rock'n'roll at least.

Movies/books that summarize me: I always feel a little awkward replying to those because I feel not worthy haha, but Just Kids by Patti Smith really, really shaped me as a person. Could add more but it feels self-centered. Ask away if you want x

Favourite song: There is no answer to this question, but lately i have been pretty obsessed with this song: Irrenhaus by Keimzeit

Favourite instrument: oh so many. I have been taking piano lessons as a kid, so I have a soft spot for it, but usually I love instruments that add detail to songs and make them irresistible. For me that's banjo, accordion, electric organ (!!), harmonica, sithar (!!), hurdy-gurdy etc. I just love music, man, hahaha

Asthetic: many, many things but my main inspiration is like... rock'n'roll fortune teller with a hint of la dolce vita glam. Make of that what you will. Mainly patterns in rich, deep colours, velvet, silk, pearls, embroidery, 19th/20th century chic.

Favourite author: Another impossible question. Patti Smith, of course, she has all my heart. German language classics such as Hermann Hesse, Erich Kästner and Kurt Tucholsky. And additionally I am obsessed with Ali Smith. But I read lots and lots, so there's always more.

Favourite animal noise: Hard as well! I feel so blessed to be in the presence of any wild animal that I love them all. One of the most incredible things I was fortunate enough to experience was hearing the breathing sounds of humpback whales when they surface. It's such a deep and calming noise, it's like hearing the earth herself, it went straight to my soul.

And of course birdsong. Nothing can touch that, it's literally the most beautiful thing ♥

Random: yesterday at above mentioned show I went to (it was Kraftklub by the way) I had -so- much fun jumping around, normally I don't like jumping at shows because my coordination is pretty bad but it was so nice to let all energy out? Now my back hurts, because I am an old woman hahaha, but it was so lovely.

(Little addition: the video I linked for Kraftklub was partly filmed at an actual street gig they played in my home town and I was there! You can't see me in the video though, but it was lots of fun.)

Thank you for tagging me babes ♥ love you all very much.

I would like to tag @krysten-knitter @bump-into-things @depoteka@brucespringsteen and @rain-falls-up but no pressure! x

[cerosin-archive]

Tagged by @shenvik ! Thank you ♥♥

• Nickname: Cero (online), IRL ones are #classified

• Sign: Pisces

• Height: 175cm (5'8? 5'9?)

• Last thing i googled: the posology of a medication

• Song stuck in my head: System Of A Down's BYOB intro has been on a loop in my head for the past week. And also Omar Souleyman's Ya Boul Habari which is a certified banger.

• Number of followers: 1,053 on this blog

• Amount of sleep: 7 to 8 hours

• Dream Job: girl my dream is to never work a day of my life 💙 otherwise, uni teacher (which to my great dismay I gave up on because of the sheer state of humanities studies academia/it's impossible to find a position). So, more realistically, any kind of writer. I'm working in communications/PR currently, I think I'd love to be a writer for a video game or stuff like that.

• Wearing: grey sweatpants and a black turtleneck. Peak "stay at home" winter fit for me

• Movies/Books that summarize me: That summarise me? That's so hard lol. perhaps Philippe Jaccottet's Cahier de Verdure, which read as if a book could harmonise with my very soul.

• Favourite songs: Tough one. I'd say Rage Against The Machine's Bulls On Parade, The Prodigy's Invaders Must Die, Roger Troutman + 2Pac/Dr. Dre's California Love... I could go on 😔

• Favourite instruments: Bass guitar, theremin (I'm edgy like that)

• Aesthetic: eyes/eye symbolism, bodies of still water/ponds in nature, adidas clothes, and tac gear. peep my aesthetic tag actually.

• Favourite Authors: Albert Camus, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Yukio Mishima

• Fun fact: Horses tend to jump over puddles rather than step in them because they cannot gauge how deep they are and they always assume the worst because they are Full Of Anxiety. It is usually something you learn at your expense when you do horse riding!

Tagging @nichtozhnom @biopolitique @skinheadxcvi @lajthitje @jascnbrody @makarovkin @chacha-tortuga if you guys want to do this ♥

[her-devils-advocate]

My Wayhaven detective;

Valerie Michaelis:

Nicknames: Val Age: 26 Height: 5'4 Hair: Medium length black hair. She often wears it in a braided style that is left to hang over her shoulder. Eyes: Jade green Skin: Pale

Details: She has a fairly large scar on the right side of her neck from Murphey's attack. The scar is obvious when you know what to look for, but otherwise easy to miss. She sometimes covers it up with a scarf or a high neckline on days where she feels particularly self-conscious of it. Val never wore turtlenecks until after the events of book 1.

Style: Her clothes are fairly causal and modern. She likes to go with neutral colours such as grey, beige or earth tones. Usually in skinny jeans, a leather jacket and a forest green jumper.

Due to Rebecca wearing her hair in a braid, Valerie began mimicking that hairstyle as a coping mechanism when she was a teenager, as a way of feeling closer to her mother who she got to see less and less. Since then, she has her own styles yet will still braid her hair often, especially when she feels like she needs extra comfort.

Personality: She has a charming and kind personality yet often uses humour to cope with serious events, especially ones that she is in the middle of. She is very genuine with people and their feelings yet often downplays a lot of her own, usually burying them or ignoring them through humour.

Her tag: #♥. Valerie

[sakuraryomen01]

Can u pls do like a playboy gojou falls in love with the nerdy ready n takes her v card?

A/n: Waaa!! OFC I CAN DO THIS ONE!! Honestly been dying for some gojo things to write and this was a nice idea. Srry it took so damn long, I was feeling off so I didn't want to write this half-hearted. I hope you enjoy your drabble! ♥ ♥ ♥

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Infatuated: Playboy! Gojo Satoru /Playboy! Gojo x Nerd! reader/

warnings: virgin!reader, f!reader, player! gojo, popping that cherry, body worship, caring! gojo, top!gojo, bottom!reader, mentions of masturbation (male), chubby reader, grinding through clothing, oral (female receiving), gentle fingering, brief nipple sucking, unprotected sex [stay safe out there], gojo's a tease >&lt;

au:: light strangers-to-lovers??

reader: f!chubby!reader

plot: requested drabble . soft smut

a/n:: This was a good time to pause on Lost Lamb and finish this. I loved the idea and wanted to do a chubby reader since I don't see many Gojo x chubby readers on here. I hope you liked this and it was worth the wait!!

words: 3.371k

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ♥

Gojo, being Gojo, had the ability that every guy wanted: could pull a bitch.

He had his own little pool of pussy that he could call for a quick fuck if he wanted to. Some girls that he couldn't even remember asking for their name or number had him in their contacts. Personally, he thought he was a god with this kind of thing. A master of the craft.

That was until he met you.

He wasn't even planning on walking into that little coffee shop, he was just walking by and found it interesting. Upon walking into the cafe, he was hit with the smells of breakfast food and coffee that had a 70's style theme to it.

It was rather peaceful in the small cafe, the sudden urge to eat something taking over as he walked over to the cash register.

"Hello, welcome to the Dainty Diner," The cute little worker smiled, looking up at Gojo and stopping short. "Uhm.. t-table for one?"

"Yes, thank you." Gojo responded, seeing the flustered look on her face as she punched in a few numbers on the register and turned to lead him to a spot.

"I'll be back with a menu." She said, her eyes practically glued to the floor as she walked away.

Gojo ordered a meal after she had brought his drink, a diet Coke, and waited. Looking around and enjoying the view outside before his eyes landed on you. Your figure was beyond him, seeing your hair pulled up in a loose bun as you read whatever you were reading.

He was in a trance, looking over your body out of pure boredom but with a fascination that he couldn't understand. The coal-grey turtleneck and the tight navy blue ripped jeans with some black heeled sandals was a cute outfit to say the least. Gojo didn't know why, but he wanted to talk to you. Maybe get your number and chat for a while?

After a few minutes though, Gojo got his meal and began to eat. Pancakes and bacon, with eggs and sausages links on the side. Rather childish order, but it gave him a wave of nostalgia.

As he ate, he couldn't help but find his eyes trailing back over to you.

He had noticed that you ordered a simple black coffee that probably had a spot or two of sugar and some cream. This sudden interest in you was so new and exciting that Gojo couldn't help himself.

After that day, he had found out that you worked at this little library nearby and came in every morning at 8 o'clock for a cup of coffee and some time to breathe. Gojo wasn't surprised after a few weeks of coming by, making up excuses with his younger co-worker Nanami Kento and his best friend Getou Suguru.

"Just talk to her," Suguru had said, pointing his tea spoon over at your figure, which was now dressed in a small white summer dress in matching color sandals.

"You've been practically stalking her for weeks, Sato. Just go talk to her already, it's really boring watching you now."

"I'm not stalking," Gojo retorted, a flash of annoyance in his baby blue eyes. "I've been simply observing! Seeing that she works at a library is normal, now isn't it?"

"Not to me.." Nanami muttered, munching on an omurice plate he had ordered for lunch.

Scoffing, Gojo turned and resting his head on his palm, enjoying the sight of you just drinking coffee like normal. It wasn't until another few weeks later, almost a month later now, that Gojo decided to actually speak to you. It was nerve-wracking for the first time in forever for him to speak to a girl.

Then again, he was normally a little tipsy when he started talking to a girl..

"Uh, h-hello?"

Your eyes met his quickly, making Satoru flinch for a moment, a small pink blush tinting his cheeks. They were so pretty to look at..

"Yes?" You questioned, fixing your reading glasses for a moment. The black, half crescent moon glasses sat on the bridge of your nose and a few freckles that Gojo noticed also decorated your cheeks.

You were fucking gorgeous..

"Can I.. help you?"

"Right, uhm-!" Satoru took a few breaths, nodding towards the seat in front of you and smiling weakly. "May I sit with you?"

You took a moment, your pretty lashes fluttering for a moment before you turned up and returned the smile. "Go ahead."

"Thank you," He said quickly, sitting down and licking his pink lips.

Wow, being nervous over a girl is new..

After a few minutes of speaking, you and Gojo started sharing small stories and laughing and smiling at jokes that you'd each crack on occasion. He couldn't tell if the small talk was just that nice, or if he really just wanted to get laid, but he had a great time.

Day after day, you and Gojo would meet and talk to each other. Growing closer and closer every time you meet up at 8 o'clock on the dot. Hell, you even let Gojo come to the library when he had some time off to take you to the cafe for lunch sometimes.

He offered to take you out on a date after almost a few months, seeing as you grew so close in such a short amount of time.

"Oh, no, I can't." You said, blinking a few times before quickly grabbing your book and putting it into your shoulder bag. Your glasses joined them after you put them in their case and stood, asking for the bill.

"What, why not?" Gojo chuckled, standing with you and walking you over to the register. "Was it too forward?"

"No, it wasn't I just can't." You said, reaching into your bag once you got to the register and paid for the meal you both shared.

"I don't want to end up hurt, okay?"

This took Gojo by surprise when he felt hurt. He was only trying to get in your pants for so long until he realized he liked you.

Love wasn't a strong enough word at this time to him, as he still didn't understand the meaning of it.

"..That makes sense.." Gojo started, following you out the diner door and standing next to you on the curb.

"But, can you just take one chance? For me?"

Denied.

Two months later: denied.

You didn't budge once. Scared of commitment and having your heart torn to pieces. Nothing in your life hurt more than rejection to you and you didn't want it to happen with Satoru.

He was a player. You already knew after talking for a few weeks.

The way he carried himself like a childish fling that was good for a vacation getaway that'd never call you again once he managed to bust a nut inside you was a huge red flag.

Even when he begged in front of you and your coworkers you said no. Even after they told you that it was worth the risk, you shook your head and said no.

Nothing could change you mind.

Nothing, and yet you never regretted that one day.

The one day you'd say yes to a date and let a man take you. Gojo had come over, wine in hand, and knocked on your apartment door.

He had wanted to apologize for his previous actions and thought a night as friends would be good enough for him.

The air around you both was comfortable as you sat on your couch. Watching Gojo pop open the wine cork and pour small glasses for each of you. While you played a movie for background noise, you and Gojo talked.

His pretty white lashes were constantly fluttering with glee when you made a comment about the gorey movie you had picked. Gojo couldn't help but wish you'd say yes that whole time.

He was so ready to let you be his first girlfriend that he would've gotten on his hands and knees for you.

But, despite it all, he was okay with your decision.

He was alright.

Until that wine bottle got closer and closer to being empty. And when you and Satoru got closer and closer did he regret giving up.

He shouldn't have given up on such a wonderful woman. A hard worker with so many different passions that excited him into going out with you more. He couldn't help it when he pressed his pink lips against yours.

And feeling your small hands coursing through his white locks was such a turn on. It was so hard to resist you. To not touch you all over and make you feel amazing.

Picking you up and carrying you to your room was only the tip of the iceberg for him. Gojo was ready to make you his. And he could feel that thumping in your chest when he laid you out bare on your bed.

You wanted this too.

You wanted it just as bad and were willing to risk it all, just scared it hurt.

And Gojo wasn't going to go away. Not anytime soon. He loved you like nothing else.

Parties and drinking weren't something he fancied anymore. He wanted you. You and all your plush curves. All the warm hugs and kisses that those plump and beautiful lips and arms had to offer. He wanted to suck, bite, nibble, and lick your lips until they bled. Only for him to suck up the crimson liquid and make it better.

And now, as he pressed his aching front against your warm mound, Gojo could tell that tonight would be a little more than mind numbing. It'd make his head spin and his cock twitch. Hell, he wouldn't be the littlest bit surprised if you made his balls fill only to empty inside you and paint your warmth white.

But, the nervous little twitches you made were concerning.

Did it hurt? Did you want him to stop? What was wrong?

"Y/n, what's the matter?" He asked, feeling his cock bulge through his sweats. Twitching with want when the sensitive head felt the outline of your vulva. "I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"

"N-No, it's not that.." Your soft mewling against the crook of his shoulder was enough fuel to make him cream his pants. "I just.."

"Yeah?"

Your blushing cheeks made Gojo want to bite them, but your quivering lips caught his attention. "I'm a.. virgin."

"Virgin?" Gojo echoed the word, a fluttering in his heart as you gave him a nod in confirmation. Virgin? You?

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you and make it better."

Warm fingers traced down your hips, rubbing circles and squeezing your waist as if to claim you. Pulling at your clothing while Gojo's lips traced your lower ones. His pearly white teeth nipped and tugged at it until you let out a soft whimper, blushing more and more at Gojo's actions.

It was so new, but you already wanted more. How in the world could Gojo make you want this?

So much was going on yet you couldn't help but accept it. His long fingers barely making their way into your shorts and playing with your senses until you couldn't breathe.

What was that feeling deep in your gut? The one that seemed like a ball that wanted to burst. It was getting bigger and bigger, making you want to erupt.

"Baby, you keep twitching down here," Gojo mumbled in your ear, a cool breath fanning your ear. "Do you like this? You're comfortable, right?"

"Y-Yes, I'm.. ooh.. I'm fine," Your soft sighs, your small voice.. You looked so intoxicating in Gojo's arms.

Gojo's hands gripped your hips, pushing and pulling them. Rubbing your slowly dampening warmth against his aching boner. It was so hard to resist just corrupting your soft walls and ruining them without hesitation, but Gojo had to wait.

He had to make you feel good. He wanted you to remember this. Remember your first. With him and only him. Gojo was the type of man to make you think about nothing, but he wanted you to stay focused on him.

On his blue eyes, his pale skin. Anything that you could think of, Gojo wanted you to pay attention to him, always.

"Mmm... Gojo, you feel good."

Gojo gave a low groan, kissing and sucking on your neck. Rubbing his length against you, even if it was through clothing that he didn't want there. And being an impatient bastard, Gojo gently pulled off your lower garments, quickly removing his and lifting your shirt in the small time span of a few minutes.

"Oh, fuck.." He muttered, his large palms cupping your breasts. Rubbing the pads of his thumbs against your erect nipples, leaning his head down and letting his tongue lap over them as a mewl escaped you.

"You got the cutest little tits I've ever seen, girlie. God, even these nipples make me drool."

Hearing you moan out in pure bliss as Gojo's finger began tracing your clit. The soppy wetness made the male almost choke, wondering how you could hide such a good surprise for him. And as he lowered his head to let his eyes finally be graced with the sight of you, he let out a low growl before ripping your shirt off of you.

"Are you okay?" You asked, looking down at the horny man and seeing his eyes glazed over.

"Yes, I am," Gojo answered, licking his pink and subtle lips until they were glossy with spit. "I want a taste of you. Please. May I?"

Even if you didn't nod, Gojo would've licked a stripe up your shivering pussy. Feeling out the soft and plump grooves of your clit and entrance. Breathing in that soft slick that smelled almost like candy to him. And as he began suckling on your engorged clit, listening to the symphony of moans coming from you, he was in heaven.

Gojo's mind in cloud nine as he swirled his tongue around the soft pleasure button.

"G-Gojo! Mmnn..! It feels.. strange.. but good!" You shuddered, reaching up your little fingers and pinching your nipple. A mewl eliciting from your throat as your back arched into Gojo's lips.

His long fingers dipped into your cunny with ease, working around your plush walls and feeling around the warm and tight hole that would become his little sleeve later. Gojo wanted nothing but to be inside you, to feel you throbbing inside squeezing him and pumping you full.

"I-Inside.. I want you inside.." You pant, looking down through lidded eyes and seeing Gojo's shining ones. "I want you inside me, Gojo.."

"Hey, call me Satoru," Gojo said, his voice was low as he continued to scissor and pump his fingers deep inside you. "It's better that you call me by that seeing as you'll be mine soon."

You couldn't help that small smile, a tease laced in your words. "I think I've always been yours, Satoru.."

"Fuck, you'll make me cum quick if you say that," Gojo smiled, kissing you once again as he pulled his slick fingers from your cunt. The lewd slurping and locking of tongues was such a large distraction, Gojo almost forgot to get into position.

Leveling himself between your thighs and stripping away his shirt, he let his heavy tip slap against your plump tummy. Your hot skin gets sticky with Gojo's pre-cum as he grinds and whimpers into your mouth. Letting your tongue push into his throat and suckle on his.

How could he let you go? You were the perfect person in his arms.

"Y/n.." He moaned, lifting your thighs up to his hips, feeling your hands squeeze at his shoulders at the sudden action. A gasp leaving you the moment you felt that sticky tip rubbing against your clitoris.

"Wh-What about a condom?" You asked, feeling your face light up with warmth when Gojo's became blank.

"..I don't have any, but I won't finish inside," He said, smiling and cooing to calm you. Kissing your forehead and rubbing your cheek. "It'll hurt for a moment, but hold my hands and I'll make that pain go away quickly."

His fingers, still sticky with your slick, entangled with yours. Resting your hands beside your head as Gojo's other gripped himself by the base, pumping a few times before pressing the dripping tip against your heat.

"Just breath, you'll feel good soon," He said, peppering your neck in soft kisses until there was a small pressure between your thighs.

"Ah..!" You whimpered, squeezing Gojo's hand tightly like your pussy was doing to his tip. Massaging and squeezing down as his cock began pushing inside and splitting you open.

Making you feel fully vulnerable as you were taken, Gojo's own voice is low and soothing as he helps you through that little shiver of pain. Coxing your body and kissing at your shoulder, distracting you from the shooting aches up your spine.

There was so much Gojo had. It was so big and long and it was going inside. Making you feel full and stuffed for the first time in a lewd and wanting way. And when Gojo began to move in and out, a slow and methodical pace being set for you as you adjusted to the new stretch, your moans and whimpers were nothing short of sweet.

"Mm, baby.." Gojo cooed, a low moan leaving him as he rocked his hips into you gently. Hearing the quiet squelching of your pussy taking him in deeply, slicking up his raw cock as he pushed it in and out.

"So warm and gooey inside.. I didn't think you'd feel so good when I fapped to you a few times but.. I'm not fucking complaining, goddamn."

The sudden confession made you blush, listening to his soft moans and the low growls. You felt so good, so warm, so connected to Gojo that it was Earth shattering. Feeling that warm knot grow ever more inside you as Gojo began to press you more into your bed as it creaked and groaned loudly under your shared, shaking weight.

So much inside and on you. You and Gojo both sweating and panting as your orgasm neared, threatening every moment to force you to squeeze Gojo like a vice grip and milk him of all his worth. He wouldn't mind though, it's what he wanted. The threat of being impregnated by his an added thrill even though it wasn't going to happen today.

Maybe someday..

"S-Sato— Cum, gonna— Cum!" You mewled, feeling that mind breaking climax near. Your hand tightly locked with Gojo's as he pummeled and destroyed your insides.

"Me too, baby!" Gojo sighed, eyes shut tight and sweat collected at his brow. You felt so close, and seeing Gojo's cum face was probably going to be the icing on the cake.

"Waited so long.. s-so long to be with you.. inside and out. Together, baby. Let's cum together!"

Just barely pulling out of your warmth, Gojo released his hot and healthy semen onto your plump belly. The white fluid cascading down the sides of his shaft and down your sides. Dripping onto the sheets and staining them, thought neither of you cared. Kissing and letting your lips slide and lock like puzzle pieces fitting together.

That warm feeling in Gojo's chest peaked when he felt your hand in his hair again. Working his white locks with your fingers and tugging every few moments. It was so hot and alluring, Gojo couldn't help but moan quietly into your mouth.

After he had cleaned you up— once you both let each other go, of course— Gojo curled up behind you and held you close. Letting you listen to the beating of his heart, letting you closer than anyone's ever been to him before. Wanting you to dig your nails deep into his flesh and to leave a mark as you explored him as a man.

There was so much in your shared future— so much to learn together and to figure out. Gojo was excited to start this next chapter in his life..

..with you.

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a/n:: Thank you for being patient with me! >< I hope you enjoyed this and liked the soft ending I did. It was honestly hard to finish since I kept losing inspiration and gaining it only for it to last an hour. I didn't mean for it to take so long, but I hope you enjoyed!

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published:: August 4, 2022 Do NOT steal, copy, or repost onto any other platforms!

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𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

name:  (  min-jun )  envy.

eye color:  tar-black,  unnaturally  shineless,  &  dead.

hair style / color:  tar-black  with  some  white  streaks  on  the  upper-right.  the  overall  colour  seems  to  shine  with  purple-blue  underneath  the  sun.

height:  6′3

clothing style:  black  &  comfy,  typically  oversized  jackets  &  turtlenecks  to  hide  own  scars  as  well  as  the  chiseled  physique.  across  the  broad  chest,  you  can  spot  leather  garter  belts  that  are  used  to  uphold  his  black  butterfly-knife.

best physical feature:  hands.  they  are  very  gracious,  long,  &  feminine,  much  like  those  found  in  famous  paintings.  envy  got  often  complimented  for  them  back  in  NEW  EDEN,  especially  by  those  who  happened  to  play  the  piano.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

your fears:    ❝  . . . . .   ❞    ( syringes,  pills,  restraints..  anything medical. )

your guilty pleasure:    ❝  the  spark  i  see  in  their  eyes...  ❞

your ambitions for the future:    ❝  to  empty  my  little  bingo  book....  ❞

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.

your first thoughts waking up:    ❝  ...  nothing.  i  like  to  tune  myself  to  sound  instead,  like  the  rain,  the  wind,  or  even  the  sound  my  old  house  makes.   it’s  pacifying....   like  music....   ❞  

what you think about most:    ❝   what  should  my  next  step  be...    ❞

what you think about before bed:    ❝    the  face  of  my.....  interest.   ❞

what you think your best quality is:    ❝  perseverance.   ❞

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?

single or group dates:  ❝   single.  ❞

to be loved or respected:    ❝  respected.   ❞

beauty or brains:  ❝    the  heart...  ❞

dogs or cats:  ❝   indifferent. ❞

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…

lie:   ❝   heheh...  ❞

believe in yourself:    ❝   what  is  there...   to  believe  in... ?  ❞

believe in love:  ❝   ... hm.   ‘  the  journeys  end  in  lovers  meeting.  ‘   ❞

want someone:    ❝  perhaps... ~  ❞

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…

been on stage:    ❝   theoretically...   killers  always  are...  ❞

done drugs:    ❝    . . . .    ❞   ( as  an  ex-patient  of  the  ‘  NEW  EDEN, ’   envy  was  forced  to  intake  various  &  often  illegal  medications. )

changed who you were to fit in:   ❝    ...  don’t  we  all.. ~ ?  ❞   

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.

favorite color:   ❝  black...   i  suppose...  ❞

favorite animal:   ❝   . . . .  ❞

favorite movie:    ❝   i  don’t  watch  much  tv....  ❞

favorite book:    ❝   i  like  many...   but  if i  had  to  pick...   ‘  sonnet 18. ‘   ❞

favorite game:    ❝    the  cat  &  mouse  ♥  ❞

𝑨𝑮𝑬.

day your next birthday will be:   ❝   the  1st  of  may...  ❞

how old will you be:   ❝   .... twenty.. ───   i think?  ❞

age you lost your virginity:    ❝   . . . .   ❞

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.

best personality:  ❝   challenging  &  playful.... ❞   he  scoffs  with  a  wicked  smile,  ❞    &  preferably  wise  enough  to  survive.  ❞

best eye color:    ❝   ah...   all  i  really  care  about  is  their  shine...  ❞

best hair color:    ❝   . . . .  ❞   ( deep  auburn. )

best thing to do with a partner:   ❝   anything,  everything...  so  long  we  are  together.  ❞ 

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.

i love:   ❝    the  freedom...   ❞

i feel:    ❝   ... cold...  ❞

i hide:   ❝   heheh....  ❞

i miss:   ❝   .... the  warmth  i  felt...  when  we  first  kissed....  ❞

i wish:    ❝   to  feel  whole  again.....  ❞

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Collar (Michael Langdon x woc! Reader)

(The true battle is watching their superiority complexes clash; tw for shitty daughter/father relationship; enemies -to-‘do they wanna kill each other or fuck each other?’-to-‘oh shit are those butterflies’ ; good for her ; god complexes 😩👌)

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𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌? 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊!

Eve Augustus is a witch. She’s a powerful witch. Her father, Ariel, is the Grand Chancellor of Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and hungers for the day he finds the Alpha to overthrow the witches’ dominion over the world of magic while Eve is aiming to become the next Supreme. A recipe for a great family dynamic, especially when your father expected a son. One day her father calls her up from New Orleans to show her his discovery: a powerful young warlock with great raw power—with potential to be the Alpha. Eve quickly perceives the young man’s danger, and begrudgingly intervenes, causing the two to lock horns. Chaos ensues.

part three | crescent

I had a strange dream that night, and little did I know, it would be one of many—it was him, always him, smiling down at me, golden hair shining ethereally in the familiar glow of a Hawthorne fireplace. His head lifted with obvious pride and satisfaction. If I’d been awake, I would’ve felt my stomach twist in disgust, but my dream self was feeling…she was feeling different sensations in different places. Then, he’d gracefully remove his jacket, and brandish a knife. My heart rate would rise, but not out of fear. My head would be tilted back. I would shut my eyes. The feeling of cool metal would graze my skin, teasing a puncture in my flesh.

“Now, now, don’t squirm,” his voice would purr, “I just want to taste.”

Needless to say, I awoke in shock and horror, a cold sweat staining the back of my nightgown. I stared at the wall, my shock lingering until it subsided. I let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my brow. Day two.

I pushed the dream away; tried not to get Freudian about it—it was just nonsense in my mind. The only time it would become a pain is if Michael ever uncovered it.

After taking a long, hot shower I put on my clothes. I dressed in all white today; black made me feel powerful, but white made me feel protected. It’s what mom would always wear to protect herself, although it didn’t work then. I paired some white heeled boots with an outfit consisting of a white cotton turtleneck, a long silk coat of the same color, and high-waisted silk trousers. Naturally, I added white gloves and put on a red lip. I was just too fond of a red lip to break the habit; it made me think of grandma. I took an apple from the kitchen for breakfast, then went outside. According to Dad the test would start around eleven, and I woke up far earlier than that, so I decided to take the opportunity to get some fresh air and sun.

My phone buzzed as I listened to the soft tweeting of birds. It was a text from Zoe I’d missed last night.

Everything okay?

I texted back. As okay as it can get here. But this warlock my father claimed to uncover isn’t right. If he passes the Academy’s test, my father will summon you all. Warn Cordelia. He can’t be trusted.

I shoved the phone into my pocket after sending it, getting a small hint of anxiety as if I’d done something bad. Michael wasn’t out here, though, and I didn’t sense him—if there’s one thing that man can’t do, it’s hiding.

I went back inside and tossed my apple into the compost. Young warlocks had shot into action by the time I’d returned, either hurriedly skimming spell books before class or roughhousing with friends. I’d always been the outlier, eating in my room, waiting for my mother or grandmother to come for me. I blinked and shut out the memory.

“How did you spell me?”

I glanced up to see Michael looking at me intently. I sighed.

“What? I didn’t catch that.”

“Last night. You put a spell on me, I know you did. One moment I was here, then the next I woke up in my room at sunrise.”

I couldn’t hide my grin. “My; shaken, are we?”

His jaw clenched, and he moved to grab me so I took a simple step backward, my grin turning into a smile.

“Careful Langdon,” I teased, “Wouldn’t want anyone to notice you aren’t their perfect little savior, would you?”

I was likely playing with fire, but I always had a problem with gloating. I could never deny myself indulgence in the feeling of power. I was, at least, better than my father.

Michael gave me a frustrated look, then clasped his hands behind his back, gaze fixed on me. A tight-lipped smile formed on his lips.

“I thought you were better than your father.”

I rose a brow. “I am. I have dignity.”

He chuckled, frustration dissipating. “You’re prideful.”

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone,” I dismissed, brushing past him, “I’ll be watching during your test later.”

The dining room door shut, leaving us alone. He grabbed my arm tightly. I whirled around, clenching my fist.

“Stop doing that.”

“You think you’re better than me, don’t you?”

“You think you’re above everyone,” I shot back, fixing my eyes on his, “You have little behind your eyes, but your arrogance and contempt is as clear as day. You’ve never been outdone by someone in so long it makes your skin crawl. Or maybe your human suit is getting a little uncomfortable.”

“How did you cast a spell on me,” he demanded, tugging me closer, eyes fiery, “Tell me. How did you keep me out of your room?”

I paused, taken aback. I scoffed. “What—I—what did you want with my room?”

“I will find your truth,” he hissed, gripping my arm tighter, “And when I do, I will break you.”

I lifted my chin at him, looking deeply into his eyes. “Ah, there it is. That’s what’s within you.”

He released my arm, stepping back, looking shaken. I smiled.

“Rich of you to talk about trust and solitude. All that’s in your soul is darkness and pain.”

I smoothed out my sleeve, tugging on the cuff to straighten it out.

“How transparent you are.”

He stared at me firmly, but his eyes were glistening in the light of the flames. It made me bristle with discomfort as it always did to see that look, but I cast it aside.

“See how it feels? No one likes someone poking around inside of their tender spots.”

I turned to leave, then paused , facing him again. “That’s what scares someone, you know. I mean, really scares someone. You can beat and kill as many as you want, but until you rip out a person’s hurt and shove their face in it, you aren’t doing shit.”

He composed himself, looking away. “Why would you tell me that?”

I shrugged. “Just a tip. You’re such an amateur it hurts to watch. You say you’ll find my pain, but you wouldn’t really know what to do with it, not really.”

I looked past him. “Oh. One of your buddies is here.”

Baldwin walked up to us, smiling as always.

“Michael? It’s time.”

Michael glanced to Baldwin, then fixed his eyes on me again. I gave a cold smile.

“Good luck on your test.”

***

John Henry and I sat next to each other, silently watching Michael. I was undeniably intrigued to see the extent of his skills; my father never showed me the alleged police footage that showed his remarkable potential, but he must’ve had some intense raw power. Based on the impression I got of his abilities yesterday, I expected him to run through these benchmarks as easily as I did—I wasn’t one to deny we were relatively equal in power; I was just more sophisticated.

Michael glanced over at us as Baldwin explained the first test: scrying. Well, more-so looked at me. I raised my eyebrows questioningly, and his eyes slipped away. Behold eyed me briefly afterward, but made no comment, verbal or otherwise.

“We have hidden a book somewhere in the academy: The New—“

“The New Adam and Eve,” Michael said, finishing Baldwin’s sentence with a smile. “First edition.”

Baldwin smiled, easily pleased, as did almost all of the other warlocks, save for John Henry. He was watching Michael very closely.

Michael took a deep breath, closing his eyes then opening them, looking into the mirror with an piercing stare. The air in the room shifted as the mirror rippled, and he slowly reached inside of it, then pulled out the book. The council watched in amazement as Michael brandished it proudly.

“Impressive,” Dad remarked, smiling warmly at him.

“Surely he gets extra credit for that,” Behold said to me.

“Impressive, yes,” John Henry said, “And very concerning. He plainly disregarded the instruction.”

Michael’s proud smile fell into an expression of thinly veiled annoyance. His eyes, and everyone else’s shifted over to me.

“Very flashy, yes. But when I did it I told you the ending, as well as the publishing company that distributed the book, the kind of leather that made the cover, the person who last read it and how they liked it…”

Michael stared. I waved my hand dismissively, chuckling.

“You all get the idea. I’ll have something to say when I see something worth speaking on. He passed. That’s all.”

Next, they had him teleport around the room, which was simple enough. Flashy as always, he called to us from the ceiling, playfully suggesting he dust up there. I was mildly amused.

Finally, the last test was to change the weather in the room. A bit mundane for seeing if one was able to uproot the Supreme, but I digress. Dad began to explain the final test.

"There are water particles all over this room; I want you to turn--"

"Oh, goodness, please," I interrupted, rolling my eyes, "I have had enough of the elementary demonstration."

I grabbed the spoon in my pocket, rising from my seat. It was time to do a bit of prying.

"Evelyn--"

I gave him a firm look. "You want a Supreme? You go by a witch's standards. I've seen preteens do this in Lousiana."

Dad almost said something, but sat back, eyes glistening with indignation.

"I suppose you have an alternative?"

Michael's voice was laced with an intense amount of resentment as he addressed me. It pleased me to know I was getting under his skin—making him uncomfortable.

"Yes," I said, turning to him, "In fact, I do."

It was another hunch, but I wanted to see if he'd give me something--anything connected to the meaning of the token his energy had left the night of the full moon. I presented the spoon to everyone, then to Michael, boring into him with my gaze. He'd locked up, eyes glued to the silver piece. They were brimming with emotion, just like before. I could see what was behind them, and my stomach twisted.

There were are.

"I want you to do something a little more intermediate," I said, setting it down, "This spoon is a manifestation of energy."

I turned to the Councilmen. "His energy."

"You see, I didn't come down here because I thought you found some silly Alpha; no...I came down here because our dear Michael here personally requested my presence."

"Evelyn, contain yourself!"

Dad rose from his seat in a rage. I paid him no mind, looking at the other Councilmen.

"Notice how he doesn't deny it. He's blinded by his need for more power. I'm sure he's far from alone."

I fixed my gaze on Baldwin coldly, making him tense.

"Now, I'm sure we may be thinking how remarkable it is that Michael reached out to me without even meeting me. But I just have to add one more little detail--his face was that of a monster's."

Michael was glaring daggers into my back as the Councilmen murmured among themselves.

"I believe her," John Henry proclaimed.

"Of course you do," Dad said sharply, "You had it out for Michael ever since he got here! And you--"

"I'm not finished," I said, fastening Dad's lips together with a meeting of my fingertips. "As proof of my statement, I want Michael to touch the spoon."

"What," Behold questioned, "Why that of all things?"

"I've placed a spell on it," I said, moving to the other side of the room. I met Michael's cold stare. "It removes one's mask. If he touches it and nothing changes, I was wrong. If he does...well, it's anyone's guess from there."

Baldwin removed the fusion from my father's mouth, and Dad grabbed my arm roughly, snatching me over to my seat and forcing me to sit. My stomach flipped at the familiar action, and body memory made a chill run through my blood.

"I have tried to be kind and include you, Evelyn," he said furiously, "But this is beyond childish, it's insulting! I knew this would happen. After so many years living in this academy, your time with those witches has made you completely disrespect a warlock's tradition--"

"I don't lack respect for warlocks, I have no respect for you!"

My voice engulfed his as the fires went out, leaving us in darkness, I moved closer to him. Behold lit the fireplaces again, but the flames were meager under my influence.

"How could I respect a man who willingly brings a monster into this place because he so desperately needs to be at the top? It doesn't mean you'll be stronger if you ride his coatails like some fucking parasite."

He struck me across the face, and I grabbed him without hesitation, lifting him slightly. I spoke with full sincerity; anger made precise in that way.

“If you touch me again, it will be the last time you draw breath.”

"You need to watch yourself, Evelyn. You don't want to get in my way," he said, voice low and cold so only I could hear, "You wouldn't want to end up like your mother."

I froze, staring in horror. My father held my gaze unwaveringly, and I saw it behind his eyes, too--the emptiness. I forgot about Michael's prodding stare eager for a weak point to stab into. I forgot about keeping up appearances to the Councilmen of the stone-cold golden child. I gripped his coat tighter, and let a tear fall from my eye.

"What did you do to her, you piece of fucking shit?"

He didn't answer. The fear curled my stomach, and I snatched him closer.

"What did you do to her," I demanded louder.

Behold grabbed me and Baldwin removed my hand from Dad's lapel. I didn't struggle, I wasn't in the mood to be sedated. I only stared at him, my father, as I processed the fact that he'd confirmed my darkest fear.

Ariel Augustus killed my mother, the next Supreme.

***

It was easy to flow back into the rhythms of this place. I was locked in my room from the outside and wasn't going to be released until Cordelia and the girls got here. I managed to send a text before Dad had them confiscate my phone and I was left to manage with other avenues. I could only hope it reached Zoe.

I stared at the ceiling, tears pooling in my eyes.

He killed you, didn't he, Mom? He killed you because you got too powerful. You shone too bright and he snuffed you out.

I had tried to stop the tears, but they flowed out endlessly. I knew it. I knew it when I looked into his eyes, when I looked at Mom's portait with her large, dark, sparkling eyes that he'd killed her.

Not her, not Nadia, but the next Supreme.

Not only was that man not my father; but he was an enemy.

The doorknob turned and the lock shifted, making the door creak open. I wiped my tears, trying to focus on whoever was on the other side. It was him again, the little messiah. He held the spoon in his hand, eyes black and his face as ugly as I remembered it from the mirror in New Orleans.

“Looks like I won this round.”

“You haven’t won shit,” I said, rising from the bed and standing, “You can’t even get inside of my room.”

He tried to step forward, but a force resisted. He frowned in annoyance, but looked at me with a odd air of fondness.

“You just make all of this so much more interesting,” he said, putting the spoon in his pocket, “I don’t know where you got this from, but I’m going to hang on to it for now.”

“Oh. Well, then…”

With a flick of my wrist, I destroyed the spoon and Michael felt it, rummaging in his pocket to only find dust. I smiled emptily when he looked back up at me in shock, then relaxed himself.

“I saw into you back there,” he proclaimed, “I saw your fear.”

Thank god it wasn’t the dream; that would make this day even worse.

“It’s none of your business,” I said.

“Your father really killed your mother over nothing but a title? No wonder he eats out of my hand the way he does.”

“Stop,” I insisted, storming up to him, “I don’t know what you feel so happy about that you felt compelled to genuinely do nothing but bother me, but I’m not interested in dealing with you at the moment. Go away.”

“As if I’d obey you.”

“Oh, but you do,” I jabbed back, a genuine smirk flashing on my lips.

He frowned down at me at the reminder. I turned my back on him, letting out a sigh.

“Well, this avenue is pretty useless, don’t you think?”

“What?”

I turned, smiling. “I think I’m going to head back, now. Take a different approach.”

“What are you talking about—“

I slammer the door shut and locked it, digging in my luggage for my dagger again.

I needed to go back in time. I could only do it once, and I couldn’t fuck it up because it was the only time I could do this without a full moon’s power during the moon cycle, so a small jump was good to go for.

I closed my eyes, slicing my fingertip and pressing it in between my eyebrows. I began to focus, visualizing the image I wanted to return to, chanting rapidly under my breath. I heard his voice:

“How did you spell me?”

I wanted to return to this morning, but he wouldn’t leave my mind’s eye. I groaned, my legs giving out as everything around me faded. The world spun.

“Stop doing that.”

“You’re prideful.”

“…And break you.”

Echoes of voices filled my ears until my eyes snapped open, and I blinked several times, Michael’s face becoming clear before me.

“…What? I didn’t catch that.”

“Last night. You put a spell on me, I know you did. One moment I was here, then the next I woke up in my room at sunrise.”

I stared at him, my mind spacing out. He stared back, visibly confused.

“What’s wrong with you?”

I swayed to the side, my body feeling heavy. Pushing past Michael, I went for the library. Stumbling down the hallway, I crashed through the doors, then collapsed onto the floor before I could make it to the couch.

Manipulating time isn’t easy on a tank that hasn’t even begun to fill.

When I awoke again, he was still there, looking at me with the a family set of glistening eyes. I groaned, sitting up.

“Why are you here,” I questioned, eyeing him.

“Where did you get this?”

I looked down, seeing the spoon on the table between us. My breath caught slightly, and glanced to the door, making sure no one else was there before focusing on Michael.

“You tell me, Langdon. It’s the gift you left behind in New Orleans.”

He tensed under my stare. Even when I was partly delirious, it brought a smile to my lips.

“Oh, dear; are you afraid? Something tells me you expected me to poke around, but not to find your wounds.”

“You won’t stop me,” he said. “Not when I have my father.”

I frowned. “…Father?”

It was his turn to smile as the door began to open. I snatched the spoon off of the table and put it in my pocket. Behold glanced between us.

“Eve. Feeling better?”

I nodded, making sure there was no lipstick on my sleeve or gloves.

“Good. We’re ready for him.”

I looked over at Michael, who stared at me with an unreadable expression. It made me feel uneasy; it didn’t look like contempt, and I was very familiar with the look of ambivalence, and he didn’t have that either.

“I’ll be watching,” I warned him.

“I’ll be sure to make my performance worth watching, Madame.”

I was surprised by him addressing me that way. I chuckled.

“Right. Good luck.”

Behold beckoned us out of the library and left. I followed, with Michael close behind. He spoke to me softly.

“I appreciate the empty words, but I won’t need your well wishes.”

“Hm. Would you rather I hope for your downfall?”

“Don’t you already do that?”

I briefly glanced at him. “I could do it to your face.”

He smiled. “If you haven’t been doing so already, I have to admit I’m a little worried. How much worse can you get?”

“Something tells me you’ll find out soon enough.”

***

The tests went just like they did before, except I simply sat back and watched as he underwent the final task of changing the weather in the room. He slowly lifted his hands above his head, shifting the air about in the room. I could feel it change against my skin as the temperature grew colder. Then, snow began to fall.

I looked up, taking my glove off and holding my hand out to catch one in my palm. One landed and melted in the center. I glanced over at John Henry, nodding.

“Well, he’s passed.”

“Yes. Guess we’re just going to need to wait and see what comes next.”

What came next happened swiftly. I felt a dark, magnetic pull from Michael, making my head snap over to him as his eyes rolled backward and his expression grew firm. The snowfall turned into a blizzard. I stared in astonishment. The Councilmen shivered and hugged themselves.

“I..can’t…breathe—!”

Baldwin gasped for air as frost formed on his skin. I rose from my seat, transfixed. It was like staring into the magical equivalent of a black hole. John Henry tugged my sleeve aggressively.

“Make—him—“

“Of course.”

I walked up to Michael, studying his face, and with a wave of my hand, I stopped the blizzard. The Councilmen caught their breath as the fires grew again. Michael opened his eyes in confusion, looking around and seeing the paused vortex of snow around us. He met my eyes.

“Jesus,” John Henry hissed, coughing, “That was—“

“Remarkable,” my father proclaimed, “Absolutely remarkable!”

“No,” I said, my voice silencing anyone else in the room, “No, it wasn’t. It was dangerous.”

Michael regarded me coldly. I lifted my chin, undaunted.

“I sensed darkness inside of him.”

I turned around. “I know what the power of a warlock feels like. Frankly, this isn’t it.”

“We’re dealing with something unprecedented,” my father countered, “The power of the Alpha is something none of us are familiar with. We are strangers to this…this new paradigm—“

I looked into Michael’s eyes.

“Evil isn’t any sort of stranger.”

I turned, looking at the faces of the men I ever came close to feeling some semblance of trust towards. Then I met my father’s eyes.

“Some of us have even made it a bedfellow.”

He held my gaze, confused, but his expression changed as I stared him down with contempt. He was unsure, but he felt it.

I knew.

With that, I walked to the doors, dispelling the snow with a flick of my wrist, and opening the doors with another. It was time for me to get a bit more hands-on.

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@arcanalight​ yosuke ♥

      This shouldn’t have been so FRUSTRATING. Yu never cared much about clothes. They covered him, but he never thought much about them beyond the price tag. He dressed like the rich prep-kid he was. Clothes more for a man in college than high school, and he was only attached to two of his outfits. He liked the sweater he slept in most of all, but he also liked his white winter coat, designer, straight from a catalogue, with black leather gloves inlaid with soft velvet. And he liked his dark blazer with the grey, almost purple, turtleneck he would wear underneath it.

       His mother worked in fashion, writing for one of the world’s MOST popular magazines. But like in most of her ways, she didn’t care what her son did. All she cared about was that he upheld the image of envy. And wealth and brand labels set that tone. For events, she would buy him and her husband the outfit for the occasion. Always designer, always custom, tailored and exact. He was the doll behind the glass, but he wasn’t meant to be played with. He stood there and looked pretty and plastic; the toy you wished you could have but would never be able to afford.

       So when he stared at the clothes hanging over Yosuke’s arms, he pushed a hand into his hair, tugging at the silver strands having grown longer with the lack of upkeep. ❝I...❞ he sighed, face crinkling. He wondered if he was getting sensory overload. He really shouldn’t be thinking so hard. ❝Which one do you like?❞