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wonik1ss · 9 months ago

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౨ৎ the enemie to lover ! — winter kim

pairing — non idol!winter x reader song rec : dreamer - lauvey + happy ending - kep1er ( 1.5k ) warnings ! none ᯤ ^ ㅇ ^ happy reading ! ⸝⸝・ᘏᘏ

synopsis : on a fateful Wednesday afternoon 2 people cut ties with you. but with cupid on your side you have 2 different paths to take to hopefully get back together with these 42 people by Valentine’s Day end! val event !

Not believing you traveled back in time you didn’t use your time.. wisely. The first week you spent actually studying for the test that nipped you in the but. Now it was the day you auditioned

“Maybe I should have taken Chaewon’s advice”. As your scratched your head and turned around from your mirror you jumped.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?”

“Oh well.. to your mom I’m some young cleaning lady.. for you I’m giving you a make over”. Pink shirt, pink apron and pink gloves and duster were gone in a snap of a finger. Wonyoung changed into a magician’s assistant outfit and spun you around.

“Time to work my magic..”. Wonyoungs smile dropped as she smelled your head. Thirty minutes later, and thirty time begging Wonyoung to throw out your whole closest plus reminding her you have a uniform later.

You stood infront of your mirror actually smiling. Wonyoung and adorned you with a few bracelets, a black thin bow and a pink id?

“Are y-“

“Ya.. stopped by earlier to brighten up Mr. Lee’s day with his girlfriend actually calling him first”. You pushed down your laughter and grabbed your bag.

“Remember! Eye on the prize! You don’t have a lot of time”. Wonyoung rolled her eyes.

“Thank you master Wonyoung! Let’s hope this id doesn’t get lost~”. As you bowed and winked at the pink girl she yelped.

“DONT YOU DARE!”. You could still hear Wonyoung yelling as you got onto the bus.

You scanned it while biting your lip. Do you sit next to Yeseo.. Eunchae or Danielle. Just as you were about to pick you felt a shove. As you were about to scold the person Winter walked by and glared at you. You went pale, and with the bus driver on your as you sat down next to her. How did she audition for the play.. turned film?

“Could you like not stare at me.. creep”

“You didn’t whisper that last part..”. You sighed.

“Wasn’t trying to”. You were about to bite Winters head off when she plugged in her cord and the bus started to move. How were you going to ‘fall in love’ with her? You bit your nails as the bus came to a stop. You didn’t get a word into Winter and now your pretty pink nails Wonyoung painted were flakes in your mouth.

As you got up and walked out you were to worried to notice you weren’t stepping onto the the sidewalk.

“Fu-!”. You felt.. a.. tie in your face as you looked up. You had plunged into Winters chest. Winter looked bewildered as you stared at her. You fell into Winters chest.. YOU FELL INTO WINTERS CHEST. You got out of the girls arms and ninety degree bowed. The girl made a small laugh..? She didn’t look Irritated at all..

“I’m so sorry I-“

“It’s fine Y/n”

“No like I’m really sorry”

“It’s fine”. Winter grabbed your arms to iterate her words.

“Oh well.. bye then”. You uttered your words and tried to fast walk away from the girl when she grabbed your arm.

“You owe me though”

“But I though-“

“You fell face first into my boobs”. Winter.. the girl looked menacing.. the fuck?

“O..ok?”

“See you in three days.. that’s when the cat cafe’s opens”. Winter proclaimed it would be on you and whispered into your ear.

“I don’t like late people”. She then looked you up and down, and gave you the scariest smile.

“So don’t.. be late..”. Winter picked you cheek and walked into the school. Was it weird that turned you on.. like the finest bit?

You stopped again. You had fallen asleep in your language class and need to run fast to the auditorium for auditions. You tried your best to slide into a seat and go unnoticed. But judge by the teachers scuff she was mad.. and noticed.

“Kim Minjeong.. or Winter”. You gulped as Winter got on stage. She walked straight the the mike and grabbed it of its stand.

“Auditing for..”

“Kei”. The teacher nodded as Winter looked around the room. Your teacher from middle school said it was a good idea to focus on someone or thing when auditioning. Guess she was doing it now. You fiddled with your hands as you finally looked at Winter.

She was looking at you

Your lips slowly parted and you started to play with your hands more. Then Winter started to read her lines. Ya her lines. She was the epitome of beauty up there. She turned from a stoned face killer into a sad teenage girl who just wanted her friend to stop pining after a shit guy. You played with your flimsy skirt to try to distract your self but that didn’t work.

Finally the girl bowed and walked off the stage. You were barely paying attention when your name was called

“Y/n..”. You bowed and ran to the stage.

“Auditioning for..”. The teacher rolled her eyes. Fuck.

“Mei”. You bowed again, and then grabbed the mike. You balled up your hands and stared at the teacher. As you read your lines your fist bald up more. So much that when you ended you could feel something wet in it. The teacher smiled and then as you got off the stage called another name. As you went back to your seat you felt someone’s breath hit your neck.

“Good job.. I hope I.. I get to work with you..”. Winter stopped looming over you and you accidentally gave her a somewhat volatile glared. You then bowed and snapped your head back around to who ever was on stage. Why was she teetering from being nice to mean? Too bad you couldn’t as she practically dashed out the auditorium, and you couldn’t catch up to her. A few days later the announcement that the play was turning into a film was made. It was now Saturday and you were at the towns tracks to practice.

Expect the teacher who had to sub in for the other seeing as she was sick didn’t get that. Every other second she was yelling at Winter. ‘Stop looking dead!’, ‘Is this a joke to you?’, ‘Can’t believe she casted you..’. The sassy man finally gave you a fifteen minute break and you ran to Danielle, Wonhak and Hanni.

“I hope Winters ok..”. Danielle pouted as she bit her lip.

“Why is this man so rude..”. Hanni glared at the teacher as he yelled at poor old Hyein for getting the lighting wrong.

“Heard he’s Mrs. Yu’s husband..”. You gasped.

“The teacher who sad sorry for rolling her eyes the second I left for the audition Mrs. Yu?”. Wonhak sighed and Hanni laughed. You didn’t stay with the long noticing that Winter was gone. So you bid your friends goodbye and walked around the station to find said girl. Was that.. someone wailing?

As you turned the corner you saw Winter sat down legs to her stomach crying. You ran to sit down in-front of her. Oh Wonyoung would be so pissed the white skirt she gave you is in dirt.

“What’s wrong”. As Winter looked up you could tell she started to breathe faster.

“I just want to know why your having this meltdown.. I won’t tell anyone I swear!”. You put your pinky up and immediately regretted it. As you were about to put it down Winter linked her with yours.

“Can.. can you just sit next to me for now..”. You nodded and moved to sit next to the girl. Dusting off your skirt in the process.

“Oh I’m—“

“It’s fine”. You patted your shoulder and Winter tried to crack a smile. She put her head on your and started to sniffle. Looking down at your hands you saw hers inching to yours. You grabbed her hand and sat in silence.

“I think he’s right”. Remember her head was on your shoulder you just tilted your onto hers.

“Who?”

“Mr.. Pang was it.. I think I shouldn’t have gotten the role..”

“What”. You took your head off the girls and jerked it back. You heard a yelp.

“Sorry but your audition was way better than anyone else’s!”. As you looked at the girls face you couldn’t help but pout. She looked like a scared puppy.

“Sorry.. it’s just you did really well there is no reason you shouldn’t have it.. Mr… Yang? Is just jealous you actually have real hair”. Winter laughed.

“So we could all see that he is obviously wearing a toupee?”. You nodded and then she smiled.

“I’m sorry..”

“For what?”

“Being so rude to you..”

“I just-“

“You said your sorry that’s all I need”

Boy were you going to regret that later..

Winter smiled and got closer to you. Like way close.. like you could feel her every breath. As you panicked, she pecked your cheek.

“You so sweet you know-“

“WHERE ARE THE ACTORS ITS BEEN FIFTEEN MINUTES”. You sighed as you both got up. Winter giggled.

“It’s been ten minutes”. You cry out laughing as you both walked back to set. Still holding hands.

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop smau #kpop girls #reader x idol #reader insert #onwednesdaywewearpinkevent

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imhereforscm · 10 months ago

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"Between the tall bushes"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Tauxolouve × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: Tauxy is here for today's prompt😚💕 One day..... I'll make a NSFW version of it👀

Prompts: camera | lush | beau (Day 4/2024)

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You breathed in deeply, the intoxicating scents of the flowers swaying around your nose, along with the gentle and warm breeze. "How lovely."

"Yeah," Tauxolouve wrapped an arm around your waist and his dark eyes traveled about the lush gardens that spread out before you, as if offering themselves to the two of you, from the top of the hill you stood. "it's beautiful. I thought you were just being poetic when you said human cameras can't quite capture such beauty."

You placed your hand upon his own, on your hip and followed his line of sight far away into the golden horizon, that blanketed this broad and seemingly endless ballroom of nature.

"Let's go, shall we?" He suggested, his white shirt blowing in the wind, along with his beige pants, his dark hair tickling his cheekbones. He stared at you, his irises capturing the sunlight, keeping it prisoner, just like your heart.

You smiled softly, your gaze analyzing his facial features like the finest painting. A painting, which revealed different things to you, each time you'd look upon it. You raised a hand to his face and your fingers reached out towards his lips, brushing away a strand of his hair the wind sent there.

He smiled and a shadow settled over his cupid's bow, his lips grazing your finger. They were soft and their pinkish color was inviting you to test just how much darker they could get. "My little lady, what are you doing, tempting me like this?"

Blood rushed to your head and tugged the corners of your lips upwards, into a smile that made your cheeks hurt in a manner that gave life and will to the butterflies in your stomach.

Your beau enveloped your hand with his and closed his eyes, his lips touching the knuckles softly and tenderly. "Come on, let's go in the gardens." The volume of his voice fell and a sweet shiver ran down your spine, an almost teenage excitement rising within your stomach, at his intimate whisper. "Between the tall bushes, we can kiss to our hearts' content."

Your hair swayed in the warm atmosphere, your clothes winkling slightly as well, as you two descended down the path between the trees, which led to a spot that seemed out of this reality.

Tall and healthy bushes stood on either side of you and formed a labyrinth, filled with a new scent in every corner. There were also the occasional wooden signs, helping the visitors find their way back, but you didn't care for those right now. You wanted to get lost. You wanted to loose everything and everything to loose you as well, as you embraced each other between the scents of the lavender bellflowers, that wrapped all around your bodies like silky ribbons.

Tauxolouve's hands encircled your waist and pulled you close, your front coming in contact with his. He leaned in and his kiss tasted sweet, your eyes closed as his tongue caressed your own. He smiled into the kiss and it enticed you to do the same, this pleasant movement of his lips against yours contagious. "My little lady," He said, speaking in a low voice against your ear, as he kept you close to his chest. "all those flowers and yet your scent is the most enchanting."

#scm #star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #fanfic scm #scm fanfic

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 years ago

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Stupid Cupid #15

Title: Stupid Cupid # 15

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,196

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Prompt: Cupid’s Arrow - Your Pick - Cupid

Author Notes:

Gif Credit: @lewispullmaned

Bob got out Phoenix’s car along with Fanboy and Payback before walking to the front of the car and waited patiently for Phoenix to get out as well. She smiled fondly at him as she came to stand next to him before her smile turned knowing. He shook his head at her trying to cease her teasing but she easily slipped her arm around his and began leading him up to the red, pink and purple decorated clubhouse. As they walked the rest of the squad followed them as they were all dressed up in their finest semi formal attire.

“So how much are we betting that Bob’s not gonna be able to pull this off?” Hangman asked as he fell into step with Phoenix and Bob while Rooster fell into step on Bob’s side of the duo.

“Shut up Hangman. Bob’s totally got this in the bag.” Rooster argued as he tried to hype Bob up. Bob nodded slightly at Rooster in thanks for his reassurance but he could feel his palms begin to sweat in nervousness as they neared the clubhouse doors. Suddenly Phoenix pulled him back and to the side away from the others who all stopped on the sidewalk to wait. Phoenix turned him to face her and she stared at him silently for a moment as she brushed his charcoal gray suit jacket off and fixed the collar of his light pink button up shirt.

“Alright listen up.” Phoenix said firmly as she stared at him. Bob gulped but nodded his head in agreement with her. “You’re gonna go in there and you’re gonna sweep that woman off her feet. I know you’ve got it in you Floyd and she’s already head over heels for you. She made sure to invite you personally as her date. Now get in there and get your girl.” Phoenix confidently reassured him and Bob began to nod as he felt his own confidence rise up inside of him. She was right, you had personally made sure to invite him as your date to the charity event that you were in charge of for the local Veterans’ Charter. You had been planning this event for months, stressing over the venue, caterer, decorations and music. He knew without a doubt that it’d be a huge success because you always took such great care to plan everything accordingly for each event. He had told you plenty of times whenever you met up with the Squad at the Hard Deck that you were too hard on yourself with planning and just needed to be confident in your skills of creating such stunning events. Even now as he looked at the decorated outside of the clubhouse he saw how much detail you had put into it all and could see how talented you were.

“You’re right.” he said determinedly to Phoenix and she grinned proudly at him before wrapping her arm around his and guiding him back to the front door. The rest of the squad fell in behind them with soft supportive mumbles to him and Bob felt as if he was ten feet tall.

Walking into the clubhouse Bob was transported to a romantic hazy room with soft white and pink balloon bundles spaced around the room, round tables with bamboo backed chairs and elaborate candle centerpieces, and a large dance floor at the back of the room with a DJ playing upbeat love songs at the moment. The room looked great and again Bob was reminded of your skill and talent for event planning.

Suddenly there was a flurry of motion out of the side of his eye and he turned to watch you rush over to them with a beaming smile on your face and wide lit up excited eyes as you saw all of them enter. Bob felt his breath slowly leak out of his body as he saw what you were wearing, a knee length white cocktail dress studded with red and pink hearts. Your hair was tied back and you had worn simple golden jewelry as accents, but what really caught his eyes were the white fluffy wings attached to your back and the bow slung across your body with an arrow case over the wings. Bob pulled Phoenix’s arm closer to his side and she hummed softly at him to get him to relax a little.

“Hi guys!” you greeted them happily as you stood before him. “Welcome to Cupid’s Corner, thanks for coming.” you gushed out and Bob smiled softly at your excitement. “Here’s some raffle tickets for the raffle at the end of the evening. All the prizes are along those tables at the side, we’ve got a lot of good prizes so make sure you put in for the ones you really want. Dinner’s going to be served in a half hour and there’s sweets already at each table.” you rambled off and the squad all chuckled at your antics as they took the raffle tickets from you.

“And what are you supposed to be sweetheart?” Coyote asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes at him while smiling.

“Cupid of course, dummy.” you retorted easily and the guys all chuckled while jeering at Coyote for teasing you. Bob then noticed that you were sneaking looks at him while smiling brightly. He felt his nerves begin to rise when suddenly Phoenix slipped her arm out from his.

“C’mon fellas let’s go put in our tickets and then find a table. No assigned seating right?” she asked you quickly while the others began to slowly leave Bob and you standing together.

“Oh no! Pick any table you want.” you replied quickly and Phoenix nodded before giving you a quick hug.

“It all looks great!” Phoenix said as she squeezed your shoulder before walking away with the rest of the squad. You nodded at her and the rest of the squad as they all walked away to the table they had picked out.

Bob shifted on his feet and you turned back to him with a warm smile, he was still in awe of how beautiful you looked dressed up for your event. He stepped closer and ducked his head shyly before taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“Would you care to be my partner this evening?” He asked softly and you looked up at him through your lashes making Bob suck in a breath in appreciation.

“I would love to be your partner Lieutenant Floyd. I thought you’d never ask.” You cooed up at him as you wrapped your arm through his and cuddled into his side. “I have to hand out raffle tickets before we can enjoy the night, if you want to go be the others I don’t mind being by myself.” You told him and Bob adamantly shook his head as he took the roll of raffle tickets from your hand.

“Not at all. I can’t let Cupid do all the work tonight now can I?” He teased you as you leaned down further into your space making you grin at him before leaning up on tip toe to press a kiss to his cheek.

#stupid cupid #my writing #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader

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aguamarinee · 1 year ago

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SUMMER FEELS

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yuma × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, drabble

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: —

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1k (technically, it is still a drabble to me, lol.)

A splash of water here and there.

Sometimes feels cold, sometimes feels warm.

Depends on the event of day and temperature.

Light, but intoxicating smells of beverages, sweet taste of a colorful alcoholic poison, alias cocktail.

Narcotic fantasies and unspoken wishes spinning in everyone's head, uncalled for.

The clinking of ice in every cup, like the most precise measurement of time, reflects the near future and the end of the world at the same time, at some point.

The melting of every single thing in the scorching dance of the Sun throughout the bright day, on top of the sky.

Lighting up a grim face and house, even for the night... Or just playing by fairy lights, delicateness at its finest.

In a weekend house by a pond, or a fine beach house by the shore, either way; endless possibilities.

This is summer.

This has always been the meaning of summer for you.

The pure enjoyment of warm weather, freedom, and the company of others.

...And that one summer crush.

Strictly only in summer, and never again.

Never seen before, never seen again.

A person who's a lover for three months under Cupid's guidance, heart eyes everywhere you look, and the sheer color of the pink veil before your irises, the permanent rose-colored glasses, forever prettier than the low setting of the Sun.

But only for three months.

They say three is a magical number, used a lot in fantasy books, but even in the Bible.

And it is; you believed in the mightiness of this number, never doubted it for a second.

It can't be too much, and can never be too little.

Perfect balance and place for opportunities.

...This summer; three months with friends by the shore, bathing for endless nights on the beach, Cupid's stupid arrow hanging by a thread on your head while giving desperate lovesick glances even to the dirt under your feet.

How will the three months pass in a bliss?

You wanted no abyss.

Just a simple crush and a kiss.

Okay, maybe more than just one kiss.

But is it really too much to ask for a summer crush? Hello, Cupid?

It was almost July by now, you long gave up on a three-month affair, but two months would be still nice, or just one and a half...

Are even one and a half months' worth of affection too much to ask, in this glorious summer heat?

Doesn't it make it better?

"Hey, Yuma!" A sudden shout startled you while lounging on a sunbed. "Bet you can't catch this!" Then a cynical laugh was sent towards the same guy probably.

As you found the source of the voices, not that far away, you saw the boy with the snaggletooth trying to catch up to a taller one, running in the sand barefoot.

"Yo, EJ, nice one!" Laughed loudly another, almost as tall as Euijoo.

You never understood his nickname, it felt weird to call him EJ, especially coming from you as a childhood friend, but as time went by, of course, both of you changed.

He didn't like Euijoo anymore — even if that was his birthname —, but you had the only privilege of calling him by that sometimes to annoy the skyscraper-sized Korean boy.

You knew his friends briefly, who were invited to this outing just like you, but other than their names they were quite the mystery.

They were boys, they bickered and playfully fought a lot, which you only witnessed from afar but it seemed like Euijoo truly adored them.

Sometimes watching them like this you couldn't help but wonder about each of them, one-on-one; their personalities, habits, and backgrounds.

It always amazed you how time flies and people change, just like how it made you feel a certain crippling nostalgia inside.

You wouldn't call it sadness, it was never sadness, just a harsh thought about how everything was different back then.

"Hey, give... it.. back!" The guy with the snaggletooth shouted and his voice had an angry undertone to it, it almost sounded like a growl.

Yuma, was it?

He chased his taller friends unwaveringly, their naked feet were in the water now, and small and peaceful waves welcomed their presence.

It seemed they stole a baseball cap from him, which he probably treasured for unknown reasons and they made him run for it, rather competitively.

He was starting to catch up to the other taller guy, his hands stretched and were about to hold him down when the tall one suddenly threw away the cap.

His range was good, the cap landed pretty far, and almost got washed away by the ocean.

"Go to hell!" Yuma pushed him away harshly, but then it seemed like he got another idea and he brought him down to the shallow water.

Now he was angry, no doubt.

He stomped towards EJ the same and pushed him into the water quite aggressively, to make him land on his back with a thud.

Then he ran into the ocean, the salty liquid almost hit his hips because his cap drifted so far away.

He picked it up, brushed it off, and shook it a bit so the excess water comes out from the crevices, then hanging his head and taking big breaths to calm himself he made his way out of the sparkling ocean.

You don't know when did you stand up, dropped everything to run into the house for a big towel, but when you realized, Yuma was in front of you, drenched from the hips down and also swiping his wet hair back.

He was gazing at you with an unreadable, but mesmerized expression.

"I thought you might need it." You said and taking one big step closer, you gently put the towel on the boy's head.

He remained unfazed while you helped him and only when you took a step back and made eye contact again, only then he gave you a silly smile.

It wasn't particularly hot that day, despite being the middle of summer, and the weather wasn't that nice, the clouds constantly blocked the clear blue sky, but you felt the best this day, ever since the beginning.

This is where summer truly started.

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: I thought I won't make separate headers for my drabbles, because they're just the shortest scenarios with almost no plot, or just the main attraction of the plot. I type these out in one sitting and just glide over them, for any form of typos. But I like their way of being carefree and just a quick read, like a fresh blow of wind so I'll leave them like this ha-ha!

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

#&team #&team fanfic #&team scenarios #&team x reader #andteam #nakakita yuma #&team yuma #andteam yuma #Spotify

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glasshcvse · 2 years ago

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⸻⸻ ﹕ GLASSHOUSE ARTISTS ⠀ › ⠀ AES!OCNET AWARDS.

GLASSHOUSE’s artists are known for their gorgeous performances, and the ones during AES!OCNET 2022 AWARDS will be remembered for years to come. here’s a look at some performances that blew our minds this year !

⸻⸻ ﹕ DEAD WOMEN WALKING ⠀ › ⠀ RAEVIL : RED MOON RISES.

after almost a year of inactivity in the industry, our favourite girls surprised everyone by performing RED MOON RISES from their 2021 mini album, WICKED VALE. RAEVIL perfectly executed a very intense and eye-catching intro before finishing it with a bang. the video posted on youtube quickly reached millions of views, and the comments were flooded with people being amazed at their stunning visuals. JUNKO and FRENI shined during red moon rises, and fans immediately hopped on tiktok and instagram with edits of the performance. it was truly amazing to see the whole group back together for the 2022 awards.

⸻⸻ ﹕ MIGHTY DEVIL’S FINEST ⠀ › ⠀ HERO & TOMIE : UNRELEASED TRACK COLLAB.

HERO and TOMIE was a collaboration no one expected! at first, the fans thought that STUPID CUPID’s member, tomie, was supposed to perform alone due to the stage lights only pointing towards her. however, after half a minute, hero unexpectedly shows up, dancing to the UNNAMED instrumental together. fans freaked out seeing his green hair, which still looked amazing on him. after the duo was finished dancing, tomie quickly exited the stage and hero’s short solo performance started. it was confirmed that the song hero played was an UNRELEASED TRACK of his, called AROUND. despite the short performance, fans named it one of the most memorable collabs in the industry. it also didn't take long before everyone went on twitter to share their edits of their beloved soloist.

⸻⸻ ﹕ AES!OCNET AWARDS ⠀ › ⠀ WINNERS.

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE FOLLOWING OCS :

GLASSHOUSE INC. for winning :

FAVOURITE OC COMPANY !

FAVOURITE OC STORYLINE ( HALLOWEEN EVENT ) !

RAEVIL for receiving awards for :

FAVOURITE DARK CONCEPT ARTIST !

FAVOURITE OC WRITING PIECE ( YAOYAO ) !

DAESANG for FAVOURITE DANCER OC ( JUNKO ) !

BONSANG for FAVOURITE MAKNAE OC ( SOONYI ) !

STUPID CUPID for receiving :

FAVOURITE FANTASY CONCEPT ARTIST !

FAVOURITE OC ROOKIE !

FAVOURITE OC CONNECTIONS ( MEWTO ) !

HERO for :

FAVOURITE POPULAR ICON OC !

thank you for voting for me as your FAVOURITE OC CREATOR AESTHETIC <3

⸻⸻ ﹕ AES!OCNET AWARDS ⠀ › ⠀ OVERALL.

the awards era this year was simply amazing! however, fans of STUPID CUPID were devastated to see them not perform as tomie could. we got to see a lot of interactions between HERO and RAEVIL’s FRENI due to them presenting an award together, and TOMIE randomly released photos with both idols as it was seen on her instagram stories, making this a much more memorable interaction between the artists.

#aes!ocnet #kpop au #kpop oc #fake kpop group #fictional oc community #fictional idol group #fake girl group #fake soloist #idol oc #idolverse #oc company #i'll add more in the end later bc this is more important lol #˚✿⸼ . . ⠀⠀ glasshouse.#˚✿⸼ . . ⠀⠀ mighty devil.#˚✿⸼ . . ⠀⠀ extra.

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meaninglessblah-writes · 2 years ago

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Annual Wrap-Up!

Here’s the 2022 wrap-up, in case you missed it...

Current word count: 1,282,191

(up 98,043 words from last year)

2022 Events:

Smile That Could Light Up A Room (DC Rare Character Weekend)

Daughter of Jupiter with horsey (DC Mommy Weekend)

Comet with MissNaya (DC Mommy Weekend)

Stardust with MissNaya (DC Mommy Weekend)

Double Your Pleasure (Dick Grayson Exchange)

Tithe (Dick Grayson Exchange)

Nightspider (Dick Grayson Exchange)

Tiptoe (Dick Grayson Exchange)

Partnered in Crime (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

(Rare & Sweet As) Cherry Wine (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

I will make sure to keep my distance (Say I love you when you're not listening) (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

Put Him On His Knees (Give Him Something To Believe In) (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

Don’t Be Rash (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

Red Helmet (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Crisscross (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

The Devil You Know (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Big Things Come In Small Packages (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Wed in White (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Natural (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Let the Wolf see the Rabbit (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Boy Hostage (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Touch (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Seeing Double (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Neuter Your Catboys (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Hockey’s Finest (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

GCPD Officer’s Guide To Vigilante Bunnies (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

New Fics:

Strawberries & Cream (Alfred & Jason, Teen)

New Art:

Strength (Dick, Not Rated)

Two Princesses (Talia/Diana, Mature)

Check Yourself: Art Collection (Various, Teen)

Thaleia (Artemis, Mature)

Eupheme (Guy, Mature)

Eucleia (Pamela, Mature)

The New Robin (Dick, Gen)

Updated Fics:

Retributory Shroud, Chapters 39 and 40

Let's Play a Love Game with batsaboutbats, Chapter 11

Gift Works:

Whisper Louder (I Need To Hear It) (Jason/Slade, for doesitreallymatter21)

The Agency Maid (Jason, for kuro49)

Locker Room (Diana/Kate, for LizzieMack & horsey)

Like they have something to prove (Roy/Jade/Slade, for LizzieMack)

Tied High (Bernard/Tim/Dick, for UntoldDepths)

Line of Fire (Dick/Slade, for withthekeyisking)

Could’ve Fooled Me (Dick/Slade, for withthekeyisking)

House Call (Dorian/Slade, for withthekeyisking)

Pierced with Blue (Dick, for withthekeyisking)

Lax (Dick/Slade, for withthekeyisking)

Damocles (Ben, for withthekeyisking)

Cupid (Roy, for horsey)

Eros (Wally, for horsey)

Aphrodite (Koriand’r, for LizzieMack)

Psyche (Jason, for Naphorism)

Aglaea (Barbara, for scandalsavage)

Euphrosyne (Eddie, for alphaofallcats)

Came Free With The Desk (Jason/Bruce, for daemoninwhite)

You can love like a sinner and lose like a winner (Roy/Slade, for LizzieMack)

Be My Guest (Dick/Slade, for Heizle)

All Frills (Jason/Bruce, for kuro49)

Stripped (Harvey/Bruce, for BaesonTodd & whippy)

Read & Recommended:

Best Laid Plans by OkayAristotle

Retributory Shroud [Cover] by verbartt

Control by scandalsavage

[ART] Flightless Bird by Heizle

Good Tidings by OkayAristotle

The Woods by OkayAristotle

anything that touches by saysthemagpie

training motions by Nonymos

Ganymede by Heizle

there we two by submariner

Exchanging Places by doesitreallymatter21

Temper by Periazhad and withthekeyisking

Vengeance by crazybunnyfangirl

we don't have to be enemies by sharpbluejay

Balancing Act by withthekeyisking

Guidance by withthekeyisking

Arrest by Heizle

Blow Your Mind Away by Anoonie

Heresy by girlgamer

Against Expectations by RayByAnotherName

Green for Poison, Green for Hope by forestgreen

Profiteroles by FishingNets (UntoldDepths)

There’s No Place Like Home by Nightwang

Related/Inspired Works:

teeter by greeneyefirework, inspired by Check Yourself

wipe out by envysparkler, inspired by Check Yourself

stop on a dime by withthekeyisking, inspired by in for a penny, in for a pound(ing)

Scotch Game by withthekeyisking, inspired by Two Birds, One Stone

I'll Show You Every Version of Yourself by local_vamp, inspired by Tiptoe

Natural Progression by kuro49, inspired by The Agency Maid

All Thrills by kuro49, inspired by All Frills

smile while you suffocate by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters, inspired by Trust Your Gut

Not Until We All Can by FromTheInsideOut, inspired by Retributory Shroud

reputation precedes me by snowinthestars, inspired by Retributory Shroud

Enchantment by candycane1235, inspired by Retributory Shroud

got no time for pain by LizzieMack, inspired by Retributory Shroud

#meaninglessblah rambles #That's a Wrap

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karasunology · 4 years ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ cupid's finest ♡.°୭̥

○ 700 FOLLOWERS EVENT.

[ CURRENT STATUS : CLOSED. ]

❝ WHAT IS CUPID'S FINEST ? ❞

○ a followers only event where i write small headcanons of you and your favorite haikyuu character ! along with a gif moodboard of your couple aesthetics and a playlist that contains three songs that describe or gives me the vibe of your ship.

○ check this post out as a sort of preview on what you can expect.

❝ WHAT ARE THE RULES ? ❞

[ #OO1. ]

○ this is a followers only event, just a little something to thank all of you for all the love and support ― anyone other than my followers are not allowed to enter. i'm sorry bb :(

[ #OO2. ]

○ if you are going anon, please use an emoji i could use to tag you for you to search up on my blog so you wouldn't have to scavenge for your results.

❝ HOW CAN I ENTER THE EVENT ? ❞

○ STEP ONE : send me a description of you !! use these categories as a guidline.

O1. appearance

O2. gender & preferred pronouns

O3. hobbies [ the more detailed, the better. ]

O4. personality [ again, the more detailed the better. ]

O5. likes and dislikes

O6. some random facts about you. eg. you have a dog or you have a younger brother

○ STEP TWO : after your description, tell me which haikyuu character you want me to ship you with. only one please !!

○ STEP THREE : follow the rules.

○ NOTE ¹ : could be sent through MULTIPLE ASKS. ( if you are going anon, again, please put an emoji of your choice that is not yet taken. ) but sometimes tumblr be a bitch so you can also send it through SUBMISSIONS.

○ NOTE ² : i only write for a selected haikyuu characters, make sure to check out my GENERAL RULES to look for the characters i write for. ( didn't mention it in my rules yet, but i write for daishou too !! )

○ NOTE ³ : the headcanons will be sfw so everyone could enjoy ! <3

❝ WHAT CAN I EXPECT ? ❞

○ a ship headcanons of you and your haikyuu character of choice

○ a couple moodboard

○ a three song playlist that describes or gives the vibes of your self-ship.

➢ TAKEN EMOJI LIST.

[ this is for those who are going anon. ]

○ 🧚‍♀ anon

○ 😌 anon

○ 🍁 anon

○ 🌺 anon

○ 🍰 anon

○ 🥟 anon

○ 🤗 anon

○ 💫 anon

○ ⚜️ anon

○ 📜 anon

○ waffles anon

○ 😼 anon

➢ ENDING CARD.

uh so here it is, y'all better not let this flop after hyping it so much😤 i'm lowkey excited for this for some reason?? so uh, thank you guys for over 700 hundred followers, y'all cute or whatever🙈💕 SOMEONE BETTER REQUEST FOR YACHI OR ISTG

#CUPIDS FINEST EVENT #seven hundred followers event #never thought i would be hosting an EVENT OMG #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq imagines #haikyuu x reader #someone better REQUEST FOR YACHI GRRRR

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ushidoux · 4 years ago

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November Baby - Ushijima x Reader

Summary: Wakatoshi offers you a little more than just chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day. (~2.7k words)

Warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy talk, cisfem!reader, nsfw

A/N: Breeding kink and big one-track minded boy just go hand in hand. This is for @prettysetterbaby’s Valentine’s Day collab!

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Wakatoshi never told you directly that he wanted children, but he signaled so in every possible way.

It was initially subtle - of course, he’d always loved your hips, but his eyes and hands started to rest on them more often, and soon your belly became his favorite place to plant soft kisses, and his fingers started to favor the dip in your waist and the smoothness of your hips.

In the evenings when you washed up for the night, his eyes seemed to hone in on your facial features more than usual, and while he stood beside you at the bathroom sink to get ready of his own accord as you brushed your teeth and swiped toner on your face and neck, you could see him perform a sort of math in his head, adding and subtracting from the elements that comprised the two of you.

You took note of all these behaviors, but you declined to pick his brain because your Toshi was always direct, and you knew that if he was quiet now, it was only because he was still coming up with the proper words to express what he was feeling.

But he let you know all right, in the middle of a crowded department store in the heart of Warsaw that looked like it had been ransacked by Cupid’s battalion many times over.

“Is Poland just really into Valentines’ Day or is it this store?” You joked, as you followed your husband leisurely pushing a shopping cart you’d overloaded with essentially useless trinkets and decorative items. You’d moved into your new home just a couple of weeks ago, and still were engrossed with the task of filling the empty spaces between comfy furniture and elegant fixtures.

You were now trekking through the realm of cribs and diapers and couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the frankly quite excessive marketing. Red and pink hearts were everywhere, as were flowers, huge balloons, chubby angels and red crossbows, you name it.

“Oh my God, even the baby section is Valentine’s Day themed??? No wonder everyone I know is born in November!”

You were busy laughing at your own joke, but instead, he looked at you with the slightest bit of caution in his hazel eyes, leaning over the cart as it rolled to a stop and gripping the handles carefully.

“Let’s have a November baby, too,” he said, abruptly enough to stun you for a split second.

Your eyes grew slightly wide, your face growing hot at his clear and concise statement, and you quickly looked around to see if anyone else had picked up his distinct baritone. You knew in your heart of hearts he was completely serious, and flustered, you bumped him slightly on the hip.

“Why would you say it right now?” You hissed.

“Does it matter where I say it?” He asked, with a slight raise of his eyebrows. You pouted, fingers tightening on the handles of the shopping cart as well. His eyes were still on you, again, gauging your reaction, worried if he was too forward and if he had somehow made you upset with his suggestion.

“Only if you want to of course, my love,” he reassured again, his hand now covering yours. His smile was understanding, even if there was a hint of lingering hope.

The warmth was fading from your face, your heartbeat that had sped up due to embarrassment now settling with the stroke of his thumb over the back of your hand.

It didn’t take you long to think because the thought had already crossed your mind. Being heavy with his child, then eventually coming to this very store with a small little one that looked like the two of you…

It was a delightful thought, actually.

“Wine and dine me first,” you teased, kissing him quickly on the nose, “and then we can consider having a Valentine’s Day baby.”

He grinned, the slightest bit of mischief in his glance.

“I’ll have you pregnant by the end of the night.”

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Dumping your pill pack into the trash was a surprisingly simple ordeal and you were very thankful it was mainly used for birth control over anything else. But out of an abundance of caution, you’d decided to shoot a message to your primary care doctor earlier that morning anyway and gotten the green light to start immediately, which was reassuring if not embarrassing. While you knew she didn’t take it this way, part of you felt like you’d essentially disrupted her life to say by the way, my husband’s gonna fuck me into oblivion until i pee positive on a stick, any objections?

Ushijima seemed to be taking this ordeal very seriously as he was prone to do, his diet even more regimented than usual despite being off-season and adding an extra ten minutes to his morning jog, a protein-heavy green smoothie in hand. While that was cute, what wasn’t cute was the fact that he hadn’t touched you in the past week.

When you rolled over to him in the middle of the night, slipping your hand down his boxers to try to get him to give you what he wanted, he responded with a kiss on the lips before gently removing your hand off of him and intertwining his fingers with that hand instead.

“If I’m going to breed you, it’s gonna be special,” he murmured almost directly into your ear, a tinge of slumber in his voice making his voice even more seductive.

Breed? The thought itself had your heart racing but not as much when he added,

“I’m saving up to fill you with the biggest load possible, sweetheart.”

With that, he patted you on the head before whispering for you to go to sleep and anchoring an arm around your midsection to snuggle with you, but the thought of what he would do to you had you wide, wide awake.

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The fact that you were so focused on the main event made it easier for Ushijima to surprise you with the rest of the activities he had planned for Valentine’s Day.

It wasn’t the first since you’d been married, but he’d absolutely put even greater efforts into this one, starting with waking you up (after letting you sleep almost into noon) to an oversized box of chocolates and bouquet of roses and a handmade card with a haiku written in his neat script. If that weren’t enough, he’d brought you brunch to enjoy together, cozied up in bed, and topped off morning kisses with the revelation of a tennis bracelet to go with your engagement ring.

“Toshi, it’s perfect…,” you all but blubbered out, ready to burst into tears. He treated you so well.

“Not as perfect as you,” he said with a smile, welcoming you to bury yourself in his chest.

Dinner warranted more of an effort from you, and so you dressed up in your finest attire for the upscale restaurant, armed with the complete awareness that your husband planned to rip every inch of fabric off of you tonight. It didn’t help that while your meal was pleasant, you could see Ushijima grow impatient with time, adjusting and readjusting the sleeves of his blazer as night approached.

When you finally returned to the front door of your home, you were stuffed but not to bursting, and that very little bit of space left in your belly seemed to fill with new butterflies, especially with Ushijima’s hand resting at the small of your back as he opened the door.

Why were you so nervous? You’d had sex before, many times over, but something about today felt… different? Maybe it was the looming idea of purpose, and Ushijima knew purpose very well.

When the door clicked shut, he wasn’t on you immediately as you expected, but he was still ready, as were you. He leaned down to plant yet another kiss on your lips that seemed to whisk the nervousness away - again he was your Toshi, and you were his, and you were going to create life.

“Baby?” He asked, tentatively.

“Baby,” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck to start another kiss anew. He carried you effortlessly, keeping his lips pressed to yours as he pulled off your high heels and tossed them haphazardly, leading you back into the bedroom where a smattering of rose petals along the shag carpet and in the center of the bed greeted you, along with a lightly diffused essential oil blend with heavy notes of ylang-ylang and cedarwood.

Laying you carefully on your back, his eyes shifted from soft to focused, practically to match the level of intensity you saw when he was on the court, and your pulse started to pick up again. While he didn’t exactly tear the clothes off of you as you had anticipated, your dress was pulled over your body quite hastily to reveal all of you. Inches of skin to mark, a beautiful body to fill.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again, leaning into your neck for soft bites and kisses. He was still mostly fully clothed, and you could feel his swollen length press against your pubis, thick and heavy.

He let out a sigh, and climbed off the bed to undress.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he pulled off tie, shirt, pants, in that order, and you couldn’t tell if you were more distracted by the sculpted muscles of his shoulders, arms, chest and abs, flexing and relaxing with every minute movement or the swell of his fat cock at attention, anxious to bury itself inside you.

You gulped. You knew this was a ridiculous thought, but for a moment, you wondered if it was somehow bigger today?

Before you even realized what you were saying, you were already pleading, “Toshi… please be gentle…”

Ushijima smirked at your wide-eyed look, then shifted back to taking in your splayed out body with his eyes, as though mapping out his strategy while he idly fisted his length.

“Of course, love. I would never dream of hurting the mother of my kids.”

Yet, he was absolutely going to have his way with you.

It didn’t take him long to make a decision on how to attack, anyway, because he quickly resumed position hovering over you, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of anticipating, open lips, slightly knit eyebrows over a curious gaze. His lower half pressed against you closely enough that again, you could feel the entirety of his warm, girthy length pressing against the bottom of your quickly wetting cunt to your abdomen.

The sheer span of his cock reminded you that he was basically designed to do this.

The fact that he started moving first, rubbing his length across your belly as if trying out the course before he dove in also reminded you how much your body craved him always.

His fingers entered you hastily, and he reveled in the way your cunt already made the lewdest of noises, soft audible squishes with every pump of his fingers as he prepped you.

“So eager… so sloppy, waiting to receive all of my cum, aren’t you?” He teased, withdrawing his fingers to show you some of your slick. “You’re receptive,” he added, pulling his two fingers apart to show you the stringiness of your arousal.

“I-I want this too, you know,” your face growing hot from the tease, hotter still when he sucked your wetness right off his fingers.

“What do you want?” He said, raising an eyebrow, still moving painfully slowly on top of you, but angling his body so that he was just running the entire base of his cock against your wet slit, killing you with every second he wasn’t immediately filling you up.

“Your babies, Toshi...”

That made him smile, and you earned the slight entry of his cockhead into you, forcing a slight moan out of your throat. The stretch was intense, as always, but the fact that he slowed had you squirming for more, as fast as possible.

“T-Toshi… please, more,” you moaned as you raised your legs to slide down further on his cock, and he held them, pressing both firmly along his side.

“How much cum can you take in this little body of yours?” he asked, pressing right at your umbilicus with one hand, as he pushed in a mere additional inch.

You let out something between a moan and a scream from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched with so many inches to spare.

“Just fill me!!! Please, just put everything inside me,” you whined.

“As you wish, darling.”

His arms hoisted your legs above his shoulders and he did you the service of thrusting all remaining inches inside you, forcing tears from your eyes from the too full sensation, kissing your ankles beside his head as he gave you time to breathe and adjust. Once you’d settled from the sound of your whimpers slowing, he reached for the headboard behind you before he started his onslaught.

Thrust after thrust after savage thrust, you could hear his groans deepen as he plowed the grounds for his seed, his hands tightening firmly against the wood of your headboard as it creaked for mercy.

He felt so good, so perfect, so fitting, stretching you out like this to make room for his kin.

Your fingers etched desire into his back, as you choked up a demand for more sensation, more him, more closeness..

“More, daddy!”

“Daddy is quite correct,” he mused, his hands moving from the headboard to quiet instead the jostle of your breasts, palming them gently.

They were so pretty to him, he couldn’t wait to see them swell.

He leaned down again to swallow your moans in a kiss, then opted to flip you above him instead, before he continued to snap his hips, bouncing you into the air.

“T-Toshi, you’re ah- too fast!” You shrieked, barely able to stand upright, the ride too rocky and intense for you. Palming his abdomen to walk your way up despite your movement, he brought you back down flush against his chest again, holding you tightly.

“Let me do the work,” he whispered, kissing you, making your head swim to distract from the fact that he really was rearranging your guts. “I’ll do at least this much, since you’ll be carrying our child.”

And to that promise, you came almost instantly, an impulse of shock traveling from your slippery cunt up that you could almost feel in the tips of your fingers that made your body clench, your toes curl and the sound that came out of your throat less dainty and more primal, coming from so far deep inside you, even you were afraid.

As if on cue, his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, holding you steady as he pounded into you even further, faster, pushing past fluttering walls and soundless cries coming from your lips, until he finally came with a shudder, spurting thick, hot gobs of liquid that you could feel hitting your cervix.

And it kept coming; he held you tighter, so desperately you thought you might break under his touch, burying his face in your chest - you could feel yourself still clenching around him, so greedy, trying to milk him for even more than the generous amount he was giving you.

It would be a miracle if you weren’t pregnant.

When it finally stopped, he left an arm around your back pressing you close to him, letting out a soft, pleased sigh with lowered eyelids. You stayed against him for longer, cockwarming him, your hands languidly coming to rest on both sides of his face.

Your darling Wakatoshi…

He stayed hard inside you, slowly giving you just one more stroke to atone for the small amount of semen that was already threatening to leak out around him, then laid you on your back.

“You’re doing so well already…” he encouraged, scooping up drops of him spilling out of you. “Keep it all in,” he said breathily, a warm palm pressing on your opening.

“I will, baby,” you nodded, and he gave you another peck on the lips, then moved to one of your mounds to take a pert nipple in his mouth and suck softly.

His hand lingered on your hot cunt, warm and dripping; he instead focused on stimulating your nipples with the other hand and his lips, forcing another orgasm out of you with time and dedication.

He’d obviously read somewhere orgasms themselves made pregnancy more likely. Always so thorough.

“You... f-feel so good,” you mewled, your back arching with pleasure as he used a thumb to stimulate your clit gently as he kept his semen inside you.

He smiled, stroking his already re-hardening cock in his hand, preparing for the next round.

“Anything for my Valentine.”

With that was implied, the love of his life, and the mother of his kids.

#ushijima x reader #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #not sfw #ushijima smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #mae.writing #fic: november baby

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avid-idiot · 2 years ago

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CAUSE BABY, ITS THE EVERYTHING FOR ME

NESSUMU AT ITS FINEST <3

Our moodboard

Our late night shenanigans (part 1)

Our wedding from his perspective (roseunii)

Our playlist for the kitchen (roseunii)

TBC...

NEGUMI AT ITS FINEST <3

Our moodboard

NESSA AND HER LOVERS AT ITS FINEST <3

150 follower (sapphicshav) appearance matchup

Baby, it's cold outside collab with Atsumu (https-sanjis-bitch)

New Dad Atsumu (harulove)

Love Me, Love Me Not (xphxntmhvx)

Zen's 100 follower event with Shidou (luvjiro)

Doodles with Shidou (harlymlove)

Weekend prompt writing with Shidou (tsutsumies)

Summer stories (cupiditis)

Whimsy event (kissagii)

Robbie's 1k for 1k followers event (toyogamii)

#IM OBSESSED #the raccoon and her loves 🦝❤

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jenlvr01 · 4 years ago

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BAD ROMANCE

Pairing : Jaehyun x Reader

Genre : Greek God Mafia Au !

Warnings : Cursing , mention of drugs and violence.

Summary : Jaehyun Or in The underworld He is Known As The King or people would call him Hades. Ruthless, Cold and a selfish Bastard. One day Everything changed when He laid His Eyes On the most beautiful maiden he has ever seen but The problem is...he doesn’t wanna fall in love.

Notes: Yall i suggest you listen to Bad romance by Lady gaga While Reading this! And also this is my first time posting something on tumblr hehehejais sorry if there is any grammar errors english is not my first language T^T ��

“Damn where the fuck is Jeno” Jaehyun Sighed as He sat on his Gold throne inside the biggest and darkest castle in the underworld. Everybody feared him and would tremble at the mention of his name.

“Hello Your grumpy Highness” Jeno Rolled his Eyes At him as He handed Him a Letter. Jaehyun Looked at Jeno and shook his head.

“You do know i can Take your life right at this very moment if you keep up that attitude of yours” Jaehyun Glared at The poor boy and Jeno just bowed and walked away.

There are Three worlds that exists. The first one is Heaven where all the Gods And Goddesses live. Second Earth where Humans And Some demi Gods Live and Lastly the Underworld Ruled By Jaehyun Where he punishes all the bad people and The Corrupt Gods And Goddesses are thrown.

Jaehyun opened the letter for it to be an invitation to the Heavenly Ball. Jaehyun receives one every year but he never once attended these kind of gatherings and he is always labeled as A VIP guest . He just thinks its a waste of time and silly but this year he wanted to Go For a change

“Hey Mark” he called Mark His Guard and Personal Assistant “Yes Your Highness” he Bowed slightly and was preparing to throw the invitation “Get dressed in The finest suit you Have..we are going to this damn Ball” He stood up and left Mark with a confused Look. “Your highness why are you going?” He asked afraid and was sweating cold sweats

“I wanted to go for a change..besides i wanna see my brothers ” he smirked as he opened the main door.

He dressed in the finest Suit that he had and his slick back hair that made him look 10x more intimidating.

Mark drove him to the venue also looking as dashing as ever. When they arrived at the venue it looked like everybody saw a ghost except for his 3 brothers ofcourse. Mark Followed Jaehyun Quietly at a distance

“FINALLY SOMEONE WENT OUT OF THAT DAMN HELL HOLE AFTER A LONG TIME” Taeyong Screamed Happily while approaching his Brother. Taeyong The God of The sky and Thunder happily approached his brother with champagne. Winwin Just sighed at the sight of Taeyong screaming so loud to the point where everybody had their eyes on them.

“Taeyong I swear to God lower your damn voice” he smacked his Brother at the back of his head

“So What made you attend this event this year My dear brother” he casually approached his brother and took a sip of his champagne.

All the Goddesses had their eyes on Him. Whispering endless thoughts and probably thirsting about how hot he is. Meanwhile all of the Gods Are starting to Fume with anger because all of the Women’s eyes were on him.

“I also dont know i felt like i needed to go here for a change” he took a sip of his champagne.

Johnny The God Of the Sun Approached Jaehyun and His Brothers

“Jaehyun im surprised to see you here my friend” he looked at him with disbelief.

Johnny and Jaehyun along with his brothers are Good Friends And they also run a business along with a few friends In The Underworld.

“Yeah i just went here for an appearance i really cant believe You attend something like this every year” he tsked and looked around the place as His brothers continue chatting With Johnny

Whispers and loud chattering can be heard. Loud music can Be Heard and the sight of Gods And Goddesses Flirting can be seen. The thought of love and flirting has never crossed Jaehyun’s mind. He had too much On his plate to be Even thinking about matters like those.

Jaehyun’s one and only rule? Never fall in Love For It will destroy you. Jaehyun saw what love did to humans and other Gods and Goddesses and he thought it was Stupid.

“Im Gonna go Out Where is The garden?” Jaehyun asked Taeyong and he answered with a smile “go straight then turn left you’ll see a glass door” jaehyun nodded and Mark followed with a glass of wine in his hands.

“Sooo are you enjoying this party your highness?” Mark asked with wiggly eyes brows

“Fuck no This was a wrong decision to come here..How are the transport on the drugs?”

“Its alright the same as usual no need to worry” as he looked up and saw bright colors and expensive gold on the ground and walls “Good Make sure Nothing Goes Wrong. Tell Jeno To Gather The Team to Monitor the transport we need to be careful this is a huge amount make sure it doesn’t Get stolen” Mark Does a bow and said “yes Your Highness” Jaehyun nodded and dismissed Mark. He Was faced With A very elegant Glass door The doorknobs made with diamonds and rubies. Slowly he Opened The Door to be greeted by The scent of Hyacinths. He slowly walked over the stone path. He Never really gets to see flowers back in The Underworld because no living thing can survive in the underworld. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “oh My God What happened to You. You poor thing let me fix You Up real quick” You said in a concern voice looking at the dead flowers in the Garden. You placed your hand on top of the flower and used a tiny bit of your powers to heal the flowers. You smiled and giggled at the sight of healthy flowers. Yes You are the Goddess of vegetation and Fertility. You never really wanted to attend these kind of Parties. You Just feel so out of place and uncomfortable with all the people surrounding you and all. The thought of it makes you sick. You sighed as You drank Wine and slowly leaned back onto the tree. It was a nice view. The garden was filled with many green and colorful Plants. You'd really Rather spend your day here rather than talking to people. You Fished out your phone from your Pocket To call Jisung the cupid and Your bestfriend ofc. “Jisung are you really not gonna attend this event? I have no friends here seriously i was forced By Naeun That's why I'm here” You groaned when you heard Him laugh " I told You You need to stay away from that girl" He laughed even harder when he heard How annoyed You were “ Let me Guess You are either at some random room in the mansion or you are at the garden ”You did a little snap and said “BINGO! I'm at the garden " You chuckled “anyways i need to go get more wine please pick me up later" you can feel him smiling through the phone and said “okay okay ill pick u up bye” he suddenly ended the call and all you could do was stare at the phone with disbelief. "Woah I cant believe this man He suddenly - “ You suddenly turned to your side and bumped into a God...well probably the most handsome God You have ever laid your Eyes on. He shut his eyes shut and sighed. “Oh my God I'm So sorry" You panicked because he seemed like he was having a bad day and he looked so pissed at the sight of wine staining his Suit “damn Woman watch where Your Going.” As He opened his eyes you could feel his hot gaze pierce through you skull. “ I'm really so sorry about this......’’ You looked at him and gave him the “what's your name??” Kind of look. “ You don't know me??” Jaehyun asked because he couldn’t believe it. “yeah I don't know you so I uh...may I know your name??’’ he smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ears “My name is Jaehyun”

#nct au #nct jaehyun #nct x reader #aunct #nct b jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun au #jaehyun imagines #nct fluff #nct mafia au #nct mafia fic #nct fic #jaehyun reaction #jea #jaehyun scenarios #nct blurbs #nct scenarios

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monocaelia · 3 years ago

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hi sexy 🧑🏻‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏻 i was gonna use “tartaglick deez nuts” for the event but i dont want u choosing childe 🤼‍♂️ i’ll tell u my ideal date instead (*☻-☻*)

gazing underneath glittering moonlight, they stare at me with a tender loving in their eyes. beautiful with a whispering breeze, they catch me by surprise by placing a hand beneath mine, feeling my heart race with everlasting anticipation. they come closer. their face is illuminated like champage as they proclaim their undying love.

note : mara u should've done what you originally had planned because u deserve to have childe as ur matchup. ... jks but i'm going to eat you alive anyways, childe KINNIE.

send me a corny pick-up line or your ideal date and i’ll play cupid for you <:

i match you with . . .

me . you can't look at any other genshin characters.

...jks. kazuha would be perfect for the intimacy you're looking for.

your date would probably be on the crux if you're traveling with him and beidou's ship to wherever he ventures next. but regardless, he's always one to bring you to places hidden to the public eye where it would be just the two of you and the magnificent scenery on the horizon.

you're recalling a funny memory, telling your white haired companion about it as best as you can despite the giggles that interrupt the flow of words every now and then. kazuha can remember your story vaguely, but his eyes made of pure rubies are focused solely on you.

the way your smile spreads across your face, your cute bits of laughter in the midst of retelling your memory, the way the moon highlights and illuminates your face, making it seem as if you were sculpted from the moon itself.

you're an ethereal being, much more beautiful and delicate than the finest thread of silk woven into a magnificent cloth.

your name leaves his lips in a whisper, almost breezing past you had you not been so close to him. his bandaged fingers brush against your cheek, gently as if he were touching the petal of a glaze lily. kazuha swears his heart soars when you finally meet his gaze, the stars held within your eyes shining and reaching out to him.

"my dear flower, whose nectar is sweeter than the nectar for the archons themselves, the magnificence of the sea and stars in front of us pale in comparison to you. my love for you is greater than anything the archons can bestow upon us; you are my everything, my sun, moon, and stars."

his words are poetic and romantic, fitting for the type of person he is, but cheesy nonetheless. kazuha's eyes fill with mirth when your eyes widen and you begin to fluster before eventually telling him that you love him too.

#kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha matchups #spring fever !!#didi writes #oh geez. writing kazuha dialogue is like going back into hs poetry LOL

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dramionevalentineexchange · 4 years ago

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Dramione Valentine Exchange Masterlist

All in all, we wound up with 101 entries [totaling 130,433 words] to the Dramione Valentine Exchange Collection! That is incredible for our first run with this event and Floor & I want to thank each and every one of you for your participation. This masterlist is sorted alphabetically by penname of the gifter!

anne_ammons - @anneamm

Another Thing Indeed | Fic | WC: 665

articcat621 - @articcat621

Forgive Me Flowers | Fic | WC: 307 Starting Over | Fic | WC: 263 The Real Me | Fic | WC: 207

Caitlincheri28 - @caitlincheri28

I Just Need You | Fic | WC: 581 The Moment I Knew | Fic | WC: 794 Who's Your Valentine? | Fic | WC: 524

cnova - @eccentricallyfabulous

A love for all phases | Fic | WC: 595 Be Mine | Graphic Stellarum | Fic | WC: 623

crochetaway - @crochetawayhpff

After Party | Fic | WC: 302 Fertility | Fic | WC: 380 Fleeting Moments | Fic | WC: 542

dirtymudblood - @dirty-mudblood

Draco Malfoy: Anti-Valentine | Fic | WC: 868 Hello Again | Fic | WC: 602 Notice-Me-Not | Fic | WC: 568

dreamsofdramione - @dreamsofdramione

feelingofthesea - @feelingofthesea

Longing | Fic | WC: 907 What If | Fic | WC: 384

floorcoaster - @floorcoaster

Actions Speak Louder | Fic | WC: 4834 Constellation Prize | Fic | WC: 4408 Lifetime Love | Fic | WC: 915 Linger | Fic | WC: 3317 Lucky Catch | Fic | WC: 4851 Open Doors | Fic | WC: 2038 Tranquility | Fic | WC: 448 Twist of Fate | Fic | WC: 5420

FrankieFrancesFrancis_badcouldbeverse - @badcouldbeverse

Owl Post | Fic | WC: 1331 Pansy Longbottom and the Problematic Seating Plan | Fic | WC: 1046 Slow Burn | Fic | WC: 2328

hslades - @hslades

A Night at the Opera | Fic | WC: 1090 Devil in Her Heart | Fic | WC: 3284 Rome, Paris, Versailles | Fic | WC: 665

inadaze22 - @inadaze22

A New Journey | Fic | WC: 756 Snow | Fic | WC: 516 Sugary Secrets | Fic | WC: 835

JessiRomantic

Redemption in a Hopeless Place | Fic | WC: 3951

kiwi05622 - @kiwi05622

Destination Unknown | Fic | WC: 5994 I'll Wait | Fic | WC: 3216 Why Not Me? | Fic | WC: 9472

KrysKrossZee

LeilahMoon - @leilahmoon

I'm Yours | Fic | WC: 578 In Your Eyes | Fic | WC: 897 Wonder | Fic | WC: 669

LionLadyBee - @lionladybee

Admiration | Graphic First Kiss | Graphic What Kind of Candy? | Fic | WC: 524

Lostinthenightrain - @lostinthenightrain-blog

Elven Wine | Fic | WC: 578 INKED | Fic | WC: 450 London Fog | Fic | WC: 403 Not Enough | Fic | WC: 386

Misdemeanor1331 - @misdemeanor1331

Out of the Blue | Fic | WC: 1176 Stranded | Fic | WC: 1045 The Examination | Fic | WC: 708 This Singular Night | Fic | WC: 1408

NuclearNik - @nuclearnik

Yours, Draco | Graphic

nztina - @nztinawrites

Cliche | Fic | WC: 2127 Solid Gold | Fic | WC: 1736 Villa Rustica | Fic | WC: 2677

PacificRimbaud - @pacific-rimbaud

A Woman of Independent Means | Fic | WC: 5023 Candyfloss [Art] | Graphic What Was Lost, and What Remains | Fic | WC: 1857 Write What You Know | Fic | WC: 1723

rennaissance_woman

St. Valentine's Day | Graphic The Paintball Incident | Fic | WC: 448 The Perfect Gift | Fic | WC: 469

SeaKays

Its the Climb | Fic | WC: 925 Romance at Its Finest? | Fic | WC: 1269 Stronger than The Powers So Dark | Fic | WC: 2023

Somandalicious - @somandalicious

Doorstop Declarations | Fic | WC: 636 The Ricochet Effect | Fic | WC: 3595 The Tower | Fic | WC: 235

sportivetricks - @sportivetricks

Try this Trick and Spin It | Fic | WC: 1010

TakingFlight48 - @takingflight48

Be Mine | Fic | WC: 1416 Six Weeks | Fic | WC: 2490 The Enigmatic Canvas | Fic | WC: 3143 The Gifts | Fic | WC: 761

Tygermine - @tygermine

Bows and Arrows | Fic | WC: 671 Let's Get It On | Fic | WC: 300 The Singles Table | Fic | WC: 694

weestarmeggie - @im-a-monster-fucking-princess

For Science (It Doesn't mean Anything) | Fic | WC: 556 I Think I'm Falling (I'm Falling for You) | Fic | WC: 759 I'll Be Your love (be everything that you need) | Fic | WC: 366

WhatSoMalfoy - @whatsomalfoy

Room Number Six | Fic | WC: 1097 Thank You, Perdita | Fic | WC: 1501 The Definition of Insanity | Fic | WC: 1376

wish123 - @wish123dramione

A Different Kind of Romance | Fic | WC: 575 Who Doesn't Like Chocolate? | Fic | WC: 1557 Written Warning | Fic | WC: 1342

#dramione #dhr #dramione fanfic #dramione fanfiction #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #dramione valentine exchange

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shrikehq · 3 years ago

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∘₊✧── SHRIKE HEIGHTS EVENT; VALENTINE’S DAY

celebrate a day focused on and filled with love this valentine’s day here in shrike heights !

at a time that has been so hard on every resident of shrike heights, the town has rallied together to make this valentine’s day one filled with nothing but love and joy and everything the celebrated day stands for. from discounts for couple activities to sweet treats to gift your valentine, shrike mall and the town of shrike have gone above and beyond to give you and your valentine the perfect day amongst so much of shrike heights’ regular chaos.

find a detailed program of every participating business in shrike heights below !

time: REGULAR BUSINESS HOURS date: 02/14/1988 location: SHRIKE HEIGHTS

shrike mall

a new chapter - don’t have a valentine? that’s no worries! pick up one of our highlighted and highly acclaimed romance novels to keep you busy on valentine’s night instead.

angel’s dinner theatre - take your valentine on a date to angel’s to see our special love themed performances this evening.

applebee’s - take your valentine to applebee’s this february 14th and get a free dessert with every two main meals purchased.

come what may - bring passion to your valentine’s day by shopping our discounted and specially curated valentine’s range of toys and accessories.

cupid’s - send your valentines via our delivery service to add even more magic to your message, and find our messengers all over shrike heights spreading the gift of love.

donna’s roller disco - bring your valentine to the rink for our special valentine’s day couples skating night.

flour power - share sweet, valentines themed baked goods with your loved ones (valentines or otherwise) today.

jennifer’s - shop our selection of lingerie fit for the perfect valentine’s day present or valentine’s day treat.

karaoke dokie - get discounted private rooms so you and your valentine can sing love ballads without wait time or an audience.

lapaws - bring love into your life in another way by adopting one of our rescued animals in need of their forever home during our valentine’s adoption event.

life rose on - shop our range of valentine’s arrangements, and get discounted arrangements when you get them delivered by a cupid’s messenger!

olive garden - bring your date to olive garden and buy one main meal to get your valentine’s meal half price!

showtime - spend your valentine’s night in with a selection of our finest and romantic films and love stories, specially highlighted for you by staff.

shrike heights radio - tune in to the station this valentine’s day to listen to the best selection of love songs, and get a message dedicated to your valentine live on air!

shrike spa service - get a discounted couples massage or treat yourself or a partner to a luxury massage with us this valentine’s day.

starstrike - go on a bowling date with your valentine. rent one pair of bowling shoes and get your second pair without a fee.

sunrise drive in and theatre - attend our special drive in event and see the most classic love stories on the big screen with your valentine.

sweet tooth - buy your valentine sweet candy and confectionary treats with our valentines themed selection.

the town of shrike

creepie’s - alternatively, if you’re anti-valentine’s come down to creepie’s bar to get discounted drinks and to meet likeminded singles.

lake love - get discounted ice skate rentals and hit the ice with your lover before the winter comes to an end.

pizza time - order our special heart shaped valentine’s pizzas when ordering dinner at our beloved downtown pizzeria.

ski lodge and hotel - dig into our buffet breakfast for free the next morning with every hotel room booking.

wastoid club - dance alone or with a valentine to everyone’s favourite - and high energy - love songs.

ooc info - happy valentines day ! this is less of an event and more of a detailing of what regularly happens in shrike heights on the day for added lore building and points of interaction. event interactions may begin immediately or any time after the date, and there will be no plot drop associated with this event. feel free to utilise tumblr’s ask or submit feature to send your muses’ loved ones valentines ( from a secret admirer or signed with their name ) and if you wish to, send in a dedication or personalised message for your muses’ valentines to hear on shrikes! throughout the day. as always, don’t hesitate to ask us any questions !

#shrikeevent #event 006

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miserable-pile-of-lies · 3 years ago

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The Sleeping Prince of Wallachia Ch. 2 (Full)

Here's the entirety of chapter two in all of its glory, I hope you guys enjoy the small lore that I created regarding Greta!

Summary: Wallachia is in great peril at the behest of Death himself; all those who have attempted to battle the creature have swiftly been executed and made an example of. The key to defeating the beast lies in Dracula's castle, located twenty odd miles out from a small village by the name of Danesti. In this village, the headwoman Greta must act quickly to save her people from the onslaught of attacks by night creatures and other ungodly minions who have sworn their loyalty to Death. Will she alone be able to stop Death or will she require additional aid to save her people and those in Wallachia?

Roasted walnuts indecorously bestrewed the forest floor, being tossed from a perch high above that stretched into the sky. Humming a cheerful tune that foretold the story of Queen Dido, a thirteen-year-old Greta smacked her lips obnoxiously as Marius attempted to scamper away from the branch they sat upon. The young girl hurled an emptied shell of a walnut into the air, given to her by the portly baker Grigore, a Wallachian native that had recently settled in Danesti to toil his goods.

“That isn’t how the founding story of Carthage goes, Queen Dido was bewitched by Cupid’s arrow,” a twelve-year-old Marius moaned wearily at his older friend who crossed her lanky arms unimpressed by the explanation. The Roman boy dug into the pouch that sat between him and his companion, uttering a cry when he felt a pinch twist the doughy skin of his love handles. Offering his finest glare, the adolescent lobbed a walnut at the lass who only ducked backwards in response to the sneak attack with a snigger.

“That cannot be, Prince Aeneas deceptively seduced our founding mother with sweet words only to leave her high and dry in the pursuit of his journey, ultimately courting Princess Lavinia of Italy,” Greta bit out with a scowl as she described the cowardly philanderer that covertly escaped into the night when leaving Carthage at the command of Jupiter. Prince Aeneas went on to become the founding father of Rome, previously recognized as the city of Lavinium when the metropolis was founded by his followers to honor their queen.

Marius merely shrugged at the latter details relayed by Greta, knowing how the rest of the myth went. Queen Dido, in a fitful rage, committed suicide out of spite at the abandonment of Aeneas and sparked the Punic Wars that led to the annexation of Carthage. Presently, both civilizations were relics of the past and the descendants of Aeneas and Dido had long forgotten about the dissension that divided the two to begin with.

“Who cares about any of that, it’s all ancient history anyway; more importantly we should talk about Faiza,” Marius clucked out with a cheeky grin as Greta’s face promptly flushed at the mention of the girl who currently held her affections.

Nimble fingers tapped bashfully against the coarse bark of the tree as she thought of the remarkable Moroccan beauty, two years her senior with an unmatched intellect that could not be found elsewhere in the village. Clearing her throat with a thunderous cough that echoed amongst the thicket of trees, thick chestnut brows quirked up to implore Marius to continue his line of questioning.

Sighing heavily in exasperation, the young man reached across to tug at his closest playmate’s cheek, earning an appalled yelp in reply.

“You vexing little runt, what was that for,” Greta demanded with a scoff, lightly slapping the terracotta toned hand away as Marius held his rib from chuckling harshly at Greta’s indignation. Thoroughly riled by the taunts, the daughter of the headman gracefully descended from the tree, stirring up the emerald leaves that laid in the low grass below. Lips curved upward at the sound of an astonished choke, knowing that Marius would take much longer to get down than Greta.

Leaves crunched in protest, alarming the teenager, who speedily pulled out her short sword to defend both herself and Marius from a potential assailant. Pale green eyes squinted in concentration, rising from the thick branch he sat upon. Marius tactically retrieved his elm bow and arrow to target the source of the commotion hidden by the overgrown shrubbery. Palms were presented in a mock defense manner and soon both sword and bow were lowered without further inquiry; the newcomer was a fellow inhabitant of Danesti who went by the name of Felix. The scrawny queer man looked affright when he saw their weapons drawn, shaking like a white flag in the wind signaling a surrender from a defeated camp of soldiers.

“Greta and Marius, I’ve come to retrieve you both on behalf of Tobias, he says that your mother is nearing the end of labor,” Felix squawked out nervously forcing his hands to his sides while tipping the crooked point of his jaw in the air, an attempt to reinforce his position as an elder among the children who innocently snickered at the poor fellow.

Tobias was the current headman of Danesti, father of Greta and husband of Iman, patiently awaiting the arrival of his second child with the rest of the men in the village. As per custom, Iman was currently being attended by several midwives and parish priests recruited from the capital of Târgoviște; a far journey that took the travelers weeks to make it to the settlement in time for the birth.

The leader of the village had forfeited several family heirlooms to afford the care needed for Iman and adequately compensated those assisting in the birth. Childbirth was an unforgiving ordeal; one could never be too safe to preserve the life of both mother and child even with the aid of experts.

Honeyed eyes crinkled in joy; the youth absolutely thrilled that she would finally meet her younger sibling. The young girl had been praying that it would be a boy so that her father could be at peace and have a successor that would eventually inherit the role of headman. If that occurred, her father would stop stifling her fun with Marius and the other village children, forcing her to sit through tedious meetings with the village council about the daily state of affairs in their community.

Regardless of the gender of the newborn, Greta promised her mother that she would look out for her younger sibling and her mother beamed from ear to ear while affectionately carding her rich brown hands through her daughter’s silken hair. Often wrapped in colorful linens covering her form and adorned with intricately knotted scarves, her mother dressed in the traditional garb that was expected of women hailing from Somalia, a resource rich country found in East Africa. Though it was rare to see out in the open, Greta adored seeing her mother braid her kinky curly hair into the fine thin rows of braids decorated by glassy beads and golden hair cuffs imported from North African traders passing through the area to sell their finery.

The relationship between Tobias and Iman was an anomaly to all onlookers based on the traits of the two; Tobias was a brash man who had no filter and the shortest temper that could set off at a moment’s notice while Iman was quiet spoken yet assertive in her demands, effortlessly carrying herself like a member of royalty. Additionally, Tobias carried the wide frame of a brutish bull, but he was slightly below average in stature while Iman towered over her husband with long slim legs and a slender frame hidden by her garments.

“We need to hurry, I don’t want to miss the birth of my baby brother,” Greta complained impatiently while Marius climbed his way down the birch tree with cautious steps, ensuring that his footing was secured along the way.

“You keep saying that you will have a brother, but how can you be so confident,” the boy queried warily with a suspicious glance, unconvinced that intuition alone could predict such a momentous event. Landing upon the ground, the youngster hollered upon Greta roughly grabbing and shaking him by the shoulders in frustration. Hoping that Felix would lend a helping hand against the rambunctious girl, Marius silently implored the middle-aged man to intervene and separate the two.

“You sound so skeptical my dear Marius, you should know that I’m quite clever when it comes to these matters,” Greta pledged eagerly, forcibly disconnected from the lad by an already fatigued Felix. The old man wished to return to the village before the three lost daylight and encountered the mischievous spirits of the forest.

“Enough out of you two, come along now,” the farmer churned out with difficulty, feeling hoarse at the thought of the journey back to the township.

Nose scrunched with a harrumph, Greta filed behind Felix with a small pout and Marius walked beside her feeling a small pang of jealousy. His friend had spent a great deal of time boasting about the new arrival of her sibling that he could not help the thorns of envy that pierced the entirety of his being. Thick as thieves, just about everyone in the colony had known how close the two were, rarely seen without one another. With the arrival of a newborn, Greta’s responsibilities and chores would increase tremendously as her mother recovered over the span of the next two months.

What if we grow apart Marius mused gloomily, instantly prickled with guilt at the selfishness of his thoughts but was shaken out of his stupor when he felt a hand roughly the same size as his own. Jade orbs welled up with teardrops as a thumb brush against his palm and he gripped the hand back in silence.

“What are you thinking about,” Greta murmured with great care; a tone rarely used in their conversations due to the spitfire personality that defined the young maiden.

Brushing away the tears in his eyes with his available hand, Marius contemplated how much he would be able to disclose without feeling entirely embarrassed by the pettiness of his emotions. Initially shrugging his shoulders in deference, his ample cheeks burned in shame as he slowly treaded along the path hand in hand with Greta.

“Promise not to laugh,” the boy pleaded with a defeated look, not being able to make eye contact with Greta who openly stared at him with such unease. Taking a deep breath in, the young girl released her hand from Marius and grabbed her friend’s knobby shoulders with an intense hawk-like gaze.

“I swear upon our friendship that I will not laugh, nor will I reveal the contents of this discussion to any soul,” she assured with a heavy sense of conviction, unconditional love filling her freesia eyes. Lips parted in mirth from the sheer honesty of his friend, a chuckle threatening to bubble up from his throat at his own foolishness.

“Can you promise that we’ll always remain friends,” Marius entreated faintly, inspecting the approaching dusk of the sky that precariously peeked through the treetops.

Although dumbfounded at the soft plea, Greta did not dither in responding to the vulnerable request, “Even if we were friends for an eternity, it still wouldn’t be enough time together.”

A wave of warmth washed over Marius at the declaration, assuaged by Greta’s consideration of his intrusive thoughts. Playfully knocking his shoulder into her own, the childhood friends smiled at one another, before redirecting their attention to the approaching sight of their settlement.

The trio slowly came to a stop at the barricade that was currently bolted shut from potential new arrivals in the village; Felix hesitantly craned his willowy neck upwards to see who stood guard at the top of its walls. Sure enough, a stout man roughly in his late thirties beamed at the sight of the three, quickly retrieving the bast rope to lower the door of the enormous, antiquated gatehouse. Squeaking in protest, the barricade slowly opened to the three, dust settling in the air upon impact. Without further notice, Marius and Greta speedily dashed across the oak wood of the gate while Felix’s knees trembled from exertion as he slowly limped into the community.

“Didn’t think the three of you would make it in time,” Luigi snorted cheekily, teetering towards the post to relatch the gate on the headman’s orders. Shortly after, the hefty man climbed down the shifty ladder that squeaked every step of the way before reaching the ground to properly greet the triad.

“If these two hadn’t been gallivanting about in the forest, we could have been back much sooner,” Felix complained rubbing his sore shoulders. Holding his rounded stomach while unleashing a booming guffaw, Luigi playfully shook his balding head at the mention of Marius and Greta’s predictable antics. The adolescents wordlessly exchanged a sour look before politely excusing themselves from the drawn-out discussion between the two chatty adults.

Heading towards her family’s residence, Greta and Marius spotted almost every villager crowded outside of the gate of her ancestral home. The gate was carved with several strokes belonging to the Punic alphabet and astrological formations that foretold the perilous journey of her forefathers.

Standing at the forefront of the assemblage, Tobias paced back and forth worriedly awaiting the nursing aides who instructed him to stay outside until the birthing ritual was completed. The sound of a woman wailing reverberated within the family home and Tobias wished for nothing more than to be by his wife’s side. A sizeable number of villagers swaddled their leader in support, all holding celebratory gifts to offer protection against any harm that may come to Iman or the arriving infant.

Lengthy, partially braided chestnut tresses fell past sun kissed broad shoulders; the headman possessed a striking profile that was disrupted by the prestigious wide hook of a nose displaying his Carthaginian roots. The warrior’s features were that of a handsome hero residing in an epic poem, his Herculean body cladded in his finest olive tunic befitting the occasion. Despite Greta clearly resembling her mother far more, both father and daughter shared the same honeyed gaze that resembled the jewel tones of amber.

The entire village of Danesti recognized the headman and his wife as the most handsome couple in the village, both easy on the eyes and charming in their own way. However, the couple had eyes for no one else; the village leader was completely smitten and dedicated his every waking moment to Iman while Iman could not see another man loving her the way Tobias did. Tobias claimed that he fell for Iman from the moment that he had laid his eyes on her, formally the daughter of a Somali livestock peddler who regularly passed through Danesti on route to the numerous towns in Wallachia.

Whenever Greta asked about the tryst, the older villagers professed that no one had silenced Tobias in quite the same manner that Iman did upon their initial meeting, the headman completely bewitched by her stunning beauty and graceful manner. Falling to his knees shamelessly, the newly appointed leader of Danesti begged for Iman to allow him to worship her for the rest of his days and Iman accepted the shocking proposal with a shy smile. Despite the two reciprocating feelings for one another, her father Assad was completely against the courtship as he had plans to marry Iman off to a thriving merchant who lusted after his eldest daughter.

In the end, Tobias challenged Assad in a physical brawl for the hand of Iman and the rest was history. The two wasted no time in conceiving a child within the first year of their engagement, naming Greta after the precious gem that adorned the ring Tobias gave to his wife, formerly worn by his late mother who died in the aftermath of his own birth.

Bushy brows seemed to cement into a permanent pinch, clearly distressed until he heard a familiar voice.

“Father, how is mother doing,” Greta questioned tensely, pushing through the crowd while Marius was herded in by his folks despite the boy’s protests.

Exhaling with a frightful glower, Tobias channeled his anxiety into outrage at the late arrival of his daughter, “Have you had your fill of prancing off with Marius?” Ears ablaze in mortification at the scrutiny of the villagers who went silent at the confrontation, the young girl stopped a few feet shy of her father.

“I needed to go somewhere quiet to complete my gift for mother,” Greta confessed weakly, digging into the goatskin satchel slung across the finely threaded olive tunic that mirrored the one that her father donned. Carefully, her uncertain fingers produced a small carved sculpture of a woman holding an infant while shameful tears muddled her vision. The craftsmanship of the small carving was remarkable, the creation a labor of love worked on by Greta and Marius over the period of a fortnight.

Rumpled brows sheepishly slackened at the admission, knowing that if Iman had been present, she would be livid with her husband’s arbitrary treatment of their daughter. Hesitantly, the headman closed the distance between himself and Greta who stubbornly withheld her tears as he approached.

Lifting the corner of his mouth minutely, the gruff man reached out and gingerly carded his chunky fingers through the beautiful chestnut hair of his daughter, not one for sentimentality or overt displays of affection in front of others. Peeking from beneath the reach of her father’s labor-thickened hands, Greta gathered the courage to blow a raspberry in retaliation. The sound of laughter erupted amongst the crowd of villagers, thankful that the situation had not escalated any further. The tense line of Tobias’ mouth relaxed for the first time all day; a small smile coaxed from the outrageousness of his adorable daughter.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the door of the cruck home belonging to Tobias and Iman flung open. In the doorway of the home stood the principal midwife, looking to Tobias with a weighted gaze that forebode tragedy. All went quiet in shock, the exultant air of the villagers immediately vanishing in fear of what would come next.

Face crumbling in misery at what lied ahead, Tobias sucked in his plump lower lip, approaching the doorway of his home with solemn steps. Before fully making it over the threshold, the headman threw a backwards glance at his daughter whose eyes carried a sorrow that was beyond her years.

“Restrain your grief,” Tobias uttered cautiously, directing a grim expression to Greta before entering his home. Marching past the chaste kitchen of his abode, the man followed closely behind the midwife who remained quiet as a mouse before arriving at the door of the room that had been prepared for the birth. Closing his freesia eyes with a silent prayer, he opened the door and his husky body crumbled to the ground.

His beautiful wife had never been so pale, the rich brownness of her skin ashen from the exertion of labor and her mouth ajar as she wheezed harshly. Her lithe form sagged uncomfortably on the birthing stool that she sat upon. The maternity gown cloaking her frail form was drenched in excess blood from the pelvis down, the essence of life puttering silently onto the floorboards of the room. The secondary midwives turned their remorseful glances upon the speechless headman who saw the swaddled form of his stillborn son, laying in the woven basket of his crib perpetually silent, never to awaken from his eternal slumber.

“Where is our boy Tobias, they refuse to let me hold him,” Iman churned out deliriously, blearily making out her husband who still sat in the doorway. With great difficulty, the thirty-five-year-old rose to his feet, ambling towards his wife who reached out her hand in search of her beloved. Arriving at her side, he pressed his lips to the clammy forehead of his wife who shook like a leaf in his embrace. Shushing his wife with a gentleness that only she inspired, Tobias softly asked Iman to rest despite her repeated question. Eventually, she dozed off from the sheer pain of her loss and the weakness of her body while Tobias held her fragile hand to his cheek.

“There is something I must tell you,” the central midwife addressed miserably, knowing that what she was about to disclose would break the man before her beyond repair. Heartbroken from the loss of his ill-fated son, Tobias shook his head refusing to part from his spouse.

“No more, not now,” the warrior beseeched quietly, incessant tears drenching his face, looking down at his doomed wife; the village leader had spent enough time entrenched in death to know the telltale signs. Even in her sleep, Iman breathed with difficulty and her body was soaked with cold sweat from the feverish trot of impending death.

Nodding with a heavy heart, the midwife stepped out of the room with her aides, giving the couple their much-needed privacy with the promise of addressing the village in place of the grief-stricken man.

Setting foot into the dusk of the evening, the middle-aged woman was immediately met by the mob of villagers who had not breathed a word since the departure of their leader. Hands were gravely clasped in prayer with heads bowed, hoping that at least one of the poor souls had survived the traumatic birth. The daughter of the village leader looked at the midwife with lifeless eyes, slowly stepping forward with clenched fists, nails digging violently into the skin of her palms.

“Where are my parents,” the minor queried weakly; she looked nothing like the spirited girl that danced gleefully at the arrival of the midwife with her aides. Lip trembling, the adolescent brushed past the midwife with an anguished cry, marching into her household completely distraught. Marius observed his friend from afar, feeling the pit of his stomach drop into the deepest depths, wishing that he could provide an iota of comfort. Nothing he said would erase the sorrow that would forever mark this day; he could only hope that Greta would find the courage to smile again one day as tears ran down his face.

Spiraling into complete panic, Greta made her way through the simple structure of her home, wiping her tears with the sleeve of the cotton blouse her mother had just laundered a few days ago. Arriving at the door where her parents were surely behind, her face flittered between dread and hysteria. Intaking a deep breath, she pushed the door open silently and an ear-shattering scream reached the villagers who all mournfully turned to embrace their own families. The village men removed their hats out of respect while the women held their children close to their breast, some too young to understand what was going on.

Tobias abruptly removed himself from his wife who was still barely holding on at the sound of his daughter’s screech, silently standing up with his back facing Greta. Nose flaring irritably, ire scathed his irises when he looked at his daughter who was amid a panic attack. Chest heaving up and down in apprehension, the child convulsed as an ugly cry cut through the silence of the room, not knowing whether to stare at her condemned mother or brother.

Tears still lingering in his eyes, Tobias savagely stomped across the room, standing before his firstborn without penitence.

“Straighten up now daughter of mine, you need to grow up,” he shouted venomously, grabbing the girl roughly by her slightly too large tunic to ground himself. Blunt teeth bared wickedly for all to see, the chieftain burrowed his daughter against his strong chest with silent tears, words at odds with his current actions.

Nothing reached Greta who continued to wail, the strength in her knees disappearing entirely as she slid to the floor, her father silently sinking with her. Thick snot and tears ran amuck, her breathing clearly affected by her frenzied state while a hand gently rubbed her back. The edges of her vision blackened as she fainted; Greta vaguely recalled her father raving like a mad man in his native tongue, sobbing harshly as he brought his beloved child firmly into the embrace of his burly arms. It would be the first and last time the future head woman would see the resilient man brought to tears, the love of his life stealing them away permanently with her unexpected departure.

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I have lost my other brother Greta thought ardently, turning the statement over and over in her head a million times, wondering when the immediate grief of Marius passing would slither away. Presently, her muddied sleeves were rolled up to her elbows as she gathered the remains of the corpses strewn about her village. Dismembered bodies were carefully laid on thick tarps customarily used to protect the produce cultivated by the farmers of Danesti. One thing was certain after last night’s invasion; the village of Danesti had fallen and it had occurred under Greta’s charge.

Invisible unrelenting fingers pointed at her in a silent accusation, calling for her execution and demanding that the head woman be replaced by a more capable hand. Loading up a wooden cart with rows of bundled corpses, amber eyes sorrowfully looked onto the Earth that bled her people dry in this latest attack. Less than forty percent of the inhabitants of Danesti and those belonging to other nearby villages survived, many children becoming orphans while the women were widowed in the aftermath of their closest victory against the night hordes.

Humiliated by the string of her latest failures, the village leader could not bring herself to thoroughly engage with anyone. If a villager approached her for further instructions regarding their task, she cowardly evaded eye contact, automatically generating an appropriate response. Despite the fatigue eating away at her strength, Greta refused to stop busying herself with the innumerous number of tasks before her. Very few members of the village council had survived, leaving her with an excessive workload to keep her out of her thoughts for a decent stretch of time.

If the previous headman could see her now, he would probably double over in shame from beyond the grave, wondering why his daughter failed the colony given all that he had taught her. In his last days, Tobias constantly reassured Greta of her position as next in line for the leadership of the village, silencing anyone who stood in opposition of her inheriting the role.

“Only you have the abilities to lead Danesti beyond its current splendor,” Tobias affirmed maniacally before he passed from a broken heart, his health steadily declining over the years, leaving a depressed and scared eighteen-year-old Greta to pick up the pieces of his ambitions.

Watching her once indestructible father devolve into a mass of sinewy muscles on his deathbed emotionally ravaged Greta. However, she could not afford to mourn for months like she did with her mother and baby brother, for the sake of the villagers now depending on her counsel. Burying her emotions deep in her breast, Greta only divested her authentic emotional state to Marius in moments of deep insecurity. The young woman feigned abundant confidence in the presence of her people, strategically dispatching a witty remark here and there at anyone who dared to challenge her position of power.

With the hammer of Tobias, Greta led a new age of prosperity in Danesti over the next four years; encouraging the expansion of the village as well as carefully managing the resources to supply the newcomers settling in the community. Branches of commerce grew as well, the wardress carefully researching the highly sought goods of Wallachians nearby to encourage her people to communicate with others from their native countries for trading purposes, utilizing the diversity of her community.

Slowly beginning to recover from her past traumas, a cruel God deemed that it was time to awaken Greta from her dreams of a brighter future, Wallachians region wide receiving a wave of brutal attacks by the night hordes. Death was an inevitable foe that she knew she would never be able to completely curb, stealing her villagers every now and then due to tragic accidents or old age. What she was facing now was entirely different; mass graves were being dug due to the surplus of carcasses that cluttered the lands, because there were not enough hands available to dig individual graves.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked to her bounded shoulder to find a tanned hand planted there, meeting the eyes of the Speaker who saved her life the previous night. Once again, finding heavy worriment in those cerulean-blue orbs, the young heroine found herself almost cursing the woman for rescuing her and Marius in that instance. At least if she died then, it would have been at the side of her dearest friend whom she considered to be the last member of her long-gone family.

“We need to talk,” the ginger-haired woman whispered gently, seeing the vacancy and pain that traversed the head woman. Stopping her task at the bidding of an invisible force from the ether, Greta allowed herself to be led away from her people who stared at their leader sympathetically.

What the fuck am I doing the hammer-wielding warrior questioned, chewing her lower lip aggressively while darting her eyes to the back of the Speaker’s fiery strands that bounced at the beating of the morning wind. Finally, the two ceased further movement upon arriving at a patch of undisturbed land that had not been scorched. The unknown woman turned to Greta with the irritated twitch of her nose, the stench of smoke still filling the air long after the Speakers had put out the flames.

“My name is Sypha Belnades, I’m the granddaughter of the Elder Speaker that leads this particular caravan,” Sypha extended politely, introducing herself with a small bow out of respect for the chief ruler of the village. The young mage happened upon Greta shortly after the night hordes fled from the assault on Danesti, feeling an unconscious link form between the two at the vulnerability that the young leader displayed for her people. Tears of empathy sprouted at the sight of Greta sprawled over the newly deceased Marius, knowing the importance of bonds and how easily a community could translate into the bonds of family.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Greta bowed as well with a forced smile, “I’m Greta of Danesti, daughter of the deceased Tobias and Iman,” responded punctually before allowing the sorcerer to continue her train of thought.

Clearing her throat in discomfort, Sypha attempted to regain her footing in the exchange, finding it difficult to formulate her thoughts amid the tragedy that she had witnessed firsthand.

“Our chapter of Speakers have spent the last couple of weeks traveling throughout the region of Wallachia, striving to put an end to the massacres that have swallowed up these lands,” Sypha started with an explanation, recounting the horrors that she had seen in her travels with a dire countenance, clearly bothered by the amount of death she had seen in the last two months. Unspeakable calamities had been dealt out without reasoning, leaving the group of Speakers at a loss in how they should advance and lend aid.

Unsubstantiated rumors circulated around the fabled entity known as Death personally commanding the army of night creatures; however, accounts from the commonfolk reported several different descriptors identifying the mystic general behind the current campaign of genocide. Some said that the commander of the army was a cloaked young woman with dark skin possessing unsettling hues that glowed, while others detailed an older male vampire who lacked the expected regalia of his kind.

“Currently we are at a disadvantage, my caravan alone cannot provide the support desperately needed across Wallachia,” Sypha confessed uneasily, rubbing her chilly fingers together to ward off the unforgiving chill that the morning air brought.

Pinched by the unyielding sense of compassion instilled by her late mother, Greta straightened her undignified form with a newfound purpose. No matter how lost she may have felt, the headwoman could not idly stand by while innocent people were slaughtered without just cause. Brown slim fingers extended out and clasped Sypha’s shoulder with certainty at what would come next, her amber eyes lighting up reinvigorated at the unspoken pledge of defending her remaining charges.

“What can I do to help,” the young warrior inquired with haste, not realizing that this exact moment would turn the tides in saving Wallachia and spark the ensuing chronicles that celebrated the legendary heroine and her fellow comrades made along the way.

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