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desperately trying to fight off the demons in my ear telling me to get a haircut
#every time i cut it short i regret it#i have a round face and frizzy hair and i’m too lazy to do cute hairstyles#but i’m also tired of having it this long 😔
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Spotted || The Queen of the Clan pt.1
I absolutely do think about werewolf/dog shapeshifter Johnny every day, because I am a weak little gorilla and want to cuddle a big doggo, but
What if Soap as a hyena shapeshifter. Cuz their manes look like mohawks and he can keep his precious fluffy hairstyle. He's trotting around with his spots and long black socks on those strong legs, round ears twitching when he hears someone - prey, perhaps? But prey doesn't sound so pretty and cute, doesn't laugh and chirp so sweetly. So he keeps his tail high and hurries to the sound source, to find reader there chatting with other people - all with photocameras and other familiar equipment. You're neither prey, nor threat: just a documentary crew here, probably mainly for the lions.
You spot him immediately, his wary stance catching everyone's attention.
"The tail up so high can mean different things, but it might be a sign of agression. Careful, everybody," one of the specialists warns you, and you nod - you're not stupid, that's clear, but the smile you have on your face is so blissfully ecstatic, almost as if every thought left your brain at the sight of a chonky, bulky hyena investigating your filming sight (to be fair, it's probably his everything else sight). But you're just happy to see your first big animal on this trip, and so close!
"Hi, beautiful," you coo softly, brely a whisper, as you pull your camera up and start taking pictures of him - it takes the hyena only a few moments before it suddenly changes his stance to a more imposing one, puffing out its chest, legs wide apart, mane fuffed up. "Aw, are you posing for me, pretty boy? That's right, you're gonna be a star. I can already picture everyone going crazy for these cute pics..."
You tear your eyes away from him to take a look at what you're getting, not sure if the exposition and other settings are right, but when you adjust them and look back up to try and take another picture, the hyena isn't there. You almost let out a disappointed sigh, when you realize that no one of the crew is moving and their eyes are all glued to you - and then something big, fluffy and warm bumps your hip.
"Oh god," you try not to get startled by the hyena so close. It's even bigger that it seemed from afar, probably will be as tall as you if it stands up on its hind legs. Actually, it might be a girl - those tend to be bigger among spotted hyenas, after all. A formiddable force of nature, a deadly predator - not to be fooled by the public perception.
And it's sniffing at you very loudly, fluttering its round ears and bumping your hip again, like a needy cat with its huge wet eyes, before you finally lower your camera - and it shoves its muzzle into the little screen immediately!
"What, you like these? Give me permission to make you famous?" you chuckle when the hyena lets out somewhat of an approving whine. It bumps its head against your palm, but, glancing at your crew, you decide to withhold from petting the wild animal, after all.
The hyena doesn't look pleased with it. It whines again, paws at you, and then huffs, clearly irritated. Leaving you alone and shaking its head to fluff up its mane again, it sniffs around, trotting around your temporary camp, and heads straight to your backpack - your food inside, sleeping bag rolled neatly and resting against its side. While you try to remember if you have anything there that could cause danger to the curious animal, the hyena sniffs around it, making sure it's definitely yours, and then...
"No, no-no-no, please, don't-" it's too late. Turning around with the smuggest smirk you ever saw on an animal's face, the hyena lines up and sprayes your stuff generously. The smell of boiling cheap soap and something else hits you almost immediately on that short distance. No amount of washing will save you. You stand there, absolutely speechless and bemused, as the hyena bursts out into loud cackling, almost rolling on the ground and the sight of you.
And then a response cuts through the air - one, two, three other voices, interrupting that little spotted shit's fit. It immediately stops giggling, casts you one last look with a grin and then bolts away, to its family pack.
What a start to your filming trip. You'll just have to hope that hyena doesn't bring all its friends to your camp to cause chaos...
Another important thing about spotted hyenas? Their packs are matriarchal :)
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#call of duty#cod#soap cod#john soap mactavish#shapeshifter!au#werewolf!au#poly 141 x reader#maybe?#soap x reader#it literally says on the wiki their sprays smell like boiling soap what more proof do you need#x reader#cod x reader#also female hyenas have false penises (just huge clits)#so you know what that means#(soap will let you peg him)#hyena 141 au
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"KISSIN' AND HOPE THEY CAUGHT US..."
LET'S DESCEND TO THE BOTTOM TOGETHER - PART 1 OF SELFISH DESIRES pt. 2 →
✰ - SYNOPSIS: suguru doesn't care whats going on around him when he's with you (or) you have to deal with suguru's high sex drive even when people are around. (ft. manami suda) ✰ - WC: 6.0k (got a lil excited, next parts might not be as long) ✰ - TAGS: reader is female, short, black and curvy, tongue kissing, nipple play, v. fingering, dry humping, dirty talk, praise, pet names, teasing, semi public, obsession/possessive, finger sucking, f. orgasm, impact play, size diff., groping, spitting (mentions of thigh riding, manhandling, dacryphilia, v. intercourse, cockwarming) no use of (y/n), all lower case ✰ - A/N: planning on making this 4 parts. this is my first fan fiction, so i hope you all enjoy :)
“you may enter.”
you hear the tall buddhist priest next to you beckon in another wavering soul into the ‘restoration’ room of his monastery, where he helps those who cannot see the cursed spirits that torment them due to negative human emotion. geto suguru. with the low base of his soothing voice, he asks the human what troubles them, already gripping his hand out to extract the grotesque mass curled around their body like it's second nature to him, feigning interest in what the human has to say.
your sitting in a soft assortment of colorful patterned meditation cushions besides suguru, who lazily leans his muscular arm to rest his head on the tall bejeweled throne he sits on, long legs overstretch against the other arm of the royal seat. he turns the spirit into a small glinting black orb, flashing a beautiful smile on his angled face, giving the mortal the same teachings he gives all the others who come to his temple seeking help through his ‘rituals'. his smile doesn't quite reach his dark eyes, you notice. you're all too familiar with seeing the many facial expressions suguru fakes to the public eye, and the alluring ones he graces only you with.
sugeru geto is a very busy man. throughout the day his schedule consists of leading worships, performing healing ceremonies, and ensuring that those occupying or taking care of his temple for his group were performing their roles dutifully. his soft spot for you is eminent - his heart can't bear being away from you for too long. so when he can, he integrates his pretty princess into his program. even if it means just having you sit with him during these dreary cleanses of monkeys that flock to the boat load into his home, he knew he could endure tending to whatever role he had to fulfill with you by his side.
as he took out his disinfecting deodorant to sanitize himself after the mortal exited the room, he snuck a glance at the ethereal being beside him.
you sat cross legged on the arrangement of cushions on the floor alongside his throne. your kasaya and yukata robe that was similar in color to his hugged your round and curvy figure in a way that was so hypnotizing. you two are the only ones to wear these colors in the entire temple – a clear message to all on who you were and what you meant to him. your thick, tight curled strands of hair that usually cascaded the sides of your face down to your back were currently pulled into a slick and refined bun held together by an embellished hair comb clip. he admired this hairstyle on you – he had a better view of your illuminating melanated skin, your full lips, your cute button nose, and overall your captivating beauty.
his narrow eyes landed on your sweet wide ones, a slight blush cascading the canvas of your round cheeks. he smirks knowingly, realizing that both of you caught each other staring at one another. “are you doin’ alright little one? hope you're not too bored. are you comfortable?” he asks you.
“y-yes, i’m f-fine.” you stutter out. “please do not worry about me geto-sama.” you shift your gaze to the side, still slightly embarrassed at the fact he caught you eyeing him. but you can't help yourself. you have almost no choice but to gawk at the dashing man before you. the man that saved your life all those years ago.
you took note of the way his head laid on his hand, his long, luscious black hair covering his back. one strand that seemed to slip out of his top bun framed his handsome face. because of his height, his form draped completely across his seat. you are but in awe of his beauty, no wonder anyone who was blessed by his presence describes the man as charismatic, charming, godly
suguru rolled his eyes, the thought of how he could try to make you gasp call out his given name briefly went through his mind before he chuckled lowly. “stubborn girl. how many times do i have to tell you – 's no need for honorifics between us. come, sit with me.” he holds his hand for you to take. you eye him hesitantly before placing your small hand in his large one, and he pulls you to him.
he guides your short frame to sit on his lap and you let out a shaky sigh, feeling his arms wrap around the swell of your hips, holding you closer to him as your thick thighs take perch onto his pelvis. he always initially asks you to sit on him when you stay during his sessions, and your bashful nature allows you to refuse him at first, giving him some minuscule excuse along the lines of not wanting to tire him out by carrying your heavy weight for too long. but you knew too well that you could not deny him of anything for too long.
“i apologize s-suguru…” you turn to say to him. you notice his large ears with protruding piercings perk up at your melodious voice slipping his name through your lips. the all consuming need he has for you courses through him yet again at the mere sound of your voice. he folds his hands together on your round stomach, leaning his head into the crook of your neck, feeling your nape get hotter to the touch as you continue, already making a mental note of his request. “...i always feel inclined to. after all, you are my savior.”
suguru presses his lips to your shoulder, pecking it as he hums, thinking of that time all those years ago that he was blessed to have met you. in the first beginning years of his guise as a priest, you graced his presence by bowing at your feet, begging him to take you into his group. you had nowhere else to go - a rather weak sorcerer who spent your whole life abused by the mortals who raised you because of your divine gift of sight. you found a way to escape from your brutal environment and followed the rumors of a cleric who provided housing and leadership to those that can ‘see’ things others can't, while relinquishing those plagued by the manifestations of their own despair.
poor little one, suguru had thought when he first laid his eyes on you. you had presented battered and broken at the front of his door steps. it’s not your fault you were raised by dim witted monkeys. when you raised your head and bore your watery eyes from the ground to his, he looked deep into them and saw your potential. he saw the pain and turmoil you faced from your upbringing by those unlike you, and he could relate, having mortal parents himself. the dangerous path you took reminded him of why he himself broke away from jujutsu high.
not only was he inspired by your gull, he was entranced by your delicate beauty that shined through your frayed outward appearance. he was overcome with the need to save you, shape you into the heavenly form of yourself he knew you could be, and in the back of his mind hoped he’d be lucky enough to one day call you a lifelong companion.
suguru took to you instantly, informing everyone in the monastery of their new member, and that all should treat you as they would treat him – or they would face his wrath. he had you reside in a room compounded with his, and while all others in the temple had clear and thorough roles to fulfill every day, the only thing suguru asked of you was to do whatever filled your heart with contentment and happiness.
and how else could you possibly do that without the kind and striking curse user who took you in with no questions asked, the first person in your life to ever show you such kindness, the man you practically fell in love with the first time meeting him, by your side as much as possible?
after all this time you're still incredibly grateful that suguru not only allows you to cling to him, but that he still always seems pleased every time you're in his presence. little did you know, suguru was thrilled at the idea that you may feel the same way he does. the idea that the reason you're so attached to him was because you're as fond of him as he is of you made his heart skip.
as more and more time passed, the both of you felt yourselves spiral into a never ending pool of emotions filled with passion, exhilaration, and most of all, desire.
at first, suguru intended to respect your boundaries, never attempting to cross any dangerous lines when it came to you. but after some time, gentle and friendly gestures between companions became sensual and air stiffening tension between two budding lovers anytime you both were within close proximity of each other – which was almost all the time. hugs and cuddles turned into intimate embraces if you both clung to each other for too long. soft kisses on the hands and face turned intense when they lingered on the most sensitive spots of your bodies that only you two know of.
you both grew so close to one another, you eventually began asking suguru if you could stay in his room with him during the nights, which pretty much ended up with the both of you permanently living together in the same room. you both continued to muddle the borderlines of your relationship until the flooded gates opened that allowed both of you to indulge in each other to your hearts' content without having to feel guilty about it.
that's all you can think about now when suguru begins trailing wet puckered kisses from your collarbone to your neck, stopping at the sweet spot below your earlobe and focusing his attention there, making you involuntarily squirm in his arms. suguru manages to pull you even closer to his hard lean body.
“sometimes i wonder if you're the one who saved me, little one.” he whispers in your ear, before leaning down, blowing a puff of cold air from his mouth down the slight trail of saliva his lips left on your neck, causing you to shiver and turn your head to face him.
suguru’s smile grows wider as he looks into your warmly rich colored eyes staring intently into him. “‘s there something you need from me, princess?” he asks teasingly, watching you glance down to his full sultry lips before quickly making eye contact again with his brown luminous ones again, swallowing harshly.
suguru is the highly esteemed leader of the sanctuary you call home, so you try to hold yourself to a respectful and reverent standard that should be held by anybody who could even think of being by his side. but it's as if your body betrays you when you're with him - especially this close.
your heart begins beating so fast it feels like it's banging against your chest. the temperature of your body increases till you feel like you're on fire. all the muscles in your body tighten up, your breathing quickens, and you're unable to ignore the pool of wetness that forms in between your legs that compels you to rub your thighs together for relief.
you get so caught up in your body going into overdrive that you almost forget that suguru had asked you a question. you blink once to remember, before scrunching your eyebrows together in a pout, too sheepish to express your feelings of lust out loud.
fortunately, suguru decides to have mercy on you - he knows how coy his girl can be - lifting one of the hands that gripped your waist and using it to cradle the side of your face, slotting his fingers to the back of your head to gently hold you in place.
“hm. it’s ok darling. know exactly what you need. stick your tongue out f’ me. need your lips. need to taste your mouth.”
the words that roll off his tongue in his ravishing voice makes you audibly gasp out. suguru was never the type to beat around the bush, but him directing such inappropriate words to you with such ease always made your entire body tingle.
you listen obediently, slowly sticking out the wet mass in your mouth for him, closing your eyes as you feel your face heat up in anticipation.
suguru smiles down at you. his docile, precious girl. his eyes darken with desire as you comply for him without question. always ready for me to make a mess of her. so cute. he thought, before sliding his own tongue out of his mouth to rub against yours, dancing and twirling them together, exchanging saliva with one another, making you moan out with your sweet voice while holding on to his robe for stability. he grips the back of your head tighter and pulls your face closer to his to deepen the kiss, sucking on your moist tongue and swallowing the rest of your pleasant noises into his mouth.
for suguru, this is heaven on earth for him. having your bodies pressed against one another, groping at each other until one or both of you becomes undone in each other's arms. he’s almost embarrassed to admit that he’s already sporting a straining erection underneath his garments from just kissing you alone.
you both continue to explore each other's mouths with your tongues, sucking and biting where you can as you continue to share the same breath for some time. suguru begins to untie the string holding your yukata together, feverish to see if your body was expressing excitement just as much as his was.
suguru releases your lips with a parting ‘mwah’, admiring the strings of saliva connecting your lips to his. he takes his thumb and swipes the bottom of your now swollen bottom lip, the result of his oh so greedy suckles during your mouth watering make out session. he takes note of how fast you’ve already turned putty in his hands from just fucking your mouth with his tongue.
he continues to undress you, pulling your attire enough for him to peer down at your stubby, erotic figure. your busty ample breasts bigger than the grips of his hands could hold were perky and well rounded. your taut brown nipples stood at attention the minute they were exposed to the cool air in the room, waiting for him to tweak at. your voluptuous stomach hung out, and suguru couldn't help but to salivate at your contours and rolls. his eyes finally wandered down to your puffy folds and thighs that glistened, already covered in your essence of messy slick.
suguru barely considered the possibility that another monkey may knock at the door anytime now to request for another one of his healings. because in his eyes you were a delicious dessert handed to him on a silver plate.
and right now, he had every intention to completely consume you. interruptions or not.
“s-suguru, someone might come in…” you voice out exasperatedly. it was almost frightening how you felt like prey that had finally been caught under his gaze, but it also sparked something inside of you. regardless, you tried your best to think logically. what would a mortal, a member of the group, or hell – even the maids or various service workers that constantly roamed and checked on every nook and cranny of the temple – think if they came into the room and saw you both like this?
their superior, their god, roaming his fingertips against the arms of a half exposed, weakly curse user that squirmed in his lap with his every touch?
your concerns slowly begin to fade the more lost you got in his persistent touches, feeling his mouth press against your ear as the pads of his fingers brush against your pebbled nipples, getting ready to tease and twist them till you jerk in his lap so much you leave a puddle of your own cum on his lap. only suguru was able to pull this primal urge from deep within you, making you lose all sense of reason from his caresses alone.
“oh honey, don't think i’ll be able to stop myself anyway.” he murmured in your ear before licking up and down your earlobe, stopping at the lower spot behind it, and starting to swirl there with his hot wet tongue while he flicks his digits in swift movements against your erect nipples, proceeding to grope at your mounds while tightening the grip on his digits to rub and pull tightly at your responsive areola's that elicited the most adorable sobs of pleasure from you.
if suguru were being honest, he didn't care who or what was around him anytime he craved a taste of you. every time he got a look at your divine figure, blinding heat took over and before he knew it, he seemed to always have a bothersome hard on with you in his sights. distracting erections would refuse to go away even after he tried to relieve himself (multiple times), but to his surprise, you were all too willing to help him by not only giving your appetizing body, but your tender heart as well. of course for suguru it wasn't just all about the sex, even if he did choose to use it to express his devotion to you, alot. suguru derives the greatest pleasure from showing off your relationship to all.
so what if a useless monkey came in?
who cares if any of the staff members came to check on them and saw their leader's overbearing stature unraveling his pretty girl with only his calloused hands?
all the better for him. anyone could and should see with their own eyes how infatuated he was with you and only you.
suguru chuckles as he watches you whine and try not to buck your hips while he continues to fondle your stiff nubs. fussy girl. “s’ ok love. you don't have to hold yourself back. know how much you need this. oh … and you're not even wearing any panties. you can be so bad when you wanna be.” he teases you, letting go of your large tits to finally give attention to your increasingly soaking pussy.
he would have liked to have picked you up and turn you to face him, soothing his needy girl by letting you grind your twitching clit against his big thigh till you came, leaving a trail of your wetness on him as he slurps and tongues at your dark colored nipples. but with the way your glazed eyes looked up at him, eyebrows knitted together, lips parted, a bit of drool spilling out and sliding down the side of your jaw, he could tell you were getting desperate. shit – so was he.
he’ll give you exactly what you need – he’ll stuff his perfect girl's dripping cunt with his fingers till you explode all over him.
you flush at his accusation, quick to remind him that it was his suggestion for you not to wear underwear under your robe around the temple anymore so he could have “easier access to your sweetest spot wherever he wanted.” “s-suguru!” you exclaim. “t-that's because...you told me not to –!” you jump in sugurus lap at the end of your sentence when he gently pinches the bundle of nerves between your thighs.
“i know sweet girl. ’s just so fun teasing you~” he practically purrs to you. suguru could be so mean sometimes! but you love him, even when he pokes fun at you.
you look up at him briefly to give him a small smile, before putting your attention to his fingers pulling apart your smooth lips that were already sticky with your arousal to get a better look at your pretty pink pussy. suguru can't help but whistle at the sight of your delicate flower. “look at her. isn't she just lovely?” hearing him refer to your cunt in the third person had you biting your lip to stop the moan that threatened to slip out, feeling yourself clench around nothing.
suguru drags a single one of his thick digits up and down the entrance of your drooling hole, picking up his pace a bit, enjoying the squelching noises your pussy makes as he strokes it. collecting enough of your juices on his finger, he slides it inside your rigged, tight walls and wiggles it deep inside you as his big palm kneads at your aching clit. “ always so fucking tight..” his voice rumbles out, and your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. you arch your back while he continues to prod and poke inside of you.
suguru busies his unoccupied hand by pushing away any part of your robe that touched his lap, then unties his own yukata to reveal his painfully stiff lower half. he had also decided to stop wearing underwear beneath his robe, thankful for his idea now as his angrily red cock begged for some kind of stimulation. he slits it upward in between your plump bottom, so now every time you pushed against him, your thick round ass cheeks would give his now full hard on some much needed friction.
he slightly bends you forward briefly to admire the sight before him – his two toned, veiny, and ridiculously thick cock was enveloped in the cellulite of your fleshy rear end that involuntarily jiggled about with any slight movement. the obscene view made him let out a staggering groan. he lands a crisp ‘slap!’ down one of your big cheeks that makes you yelp in surprise. your eyes widened as the sting from the impact began mixing with your pleasure.
unbeknownst to you, suguru was in awe, watching the swell of your curved ass moving in ruptures that imitated moving water from the ‘thwack’ he gave it, enjoying the vibrating sensations to his aching length. he shudders, feeling himself twitch against your soft skin, his bulbous tip releasing a drop of precum out of his slit.
suguru had to seriously control himself before he threw you up in the air and fucked into you right then and there with his lengthy girth ruthlessly. he wanted to bury himself to the hilt in your wet cunt that was grasping his beefy finger so tightly. he wanted to see your twinkling eyes quiver as fat tears fell from them while you cried out on his cock. he could practically picture you bouncing on his lap, desperately trying to meet his thrusts like the good girl you were.
get ahold of yourself suguru, he muses, shaking his head, gritting his teeth and sucking in a harsh breathe. he needed to focus on stretching out your tense little hole first so you could take all of him properly. above all, he wanted to make sure you'd enjoy yourself just as much as he would.
he pulls you back to his chest, holding the side of your hip with one hand as he begins a steady pace with the finger inside of you. “tsk, naughty girl. already sooo wet for me. was it ‘cause of our kiss? or have you been like this the whole time?” you moan out his name once he’s finished, indirectly answering his question.
“aww, my poor baby. 's my fault, i’ve spoiled you rotten. now when my pretty princess goes too long without me payin’ attention to her, she gets so needy, hm?” you open your big thighs wider to accommodate his rapidly moving hand, confirming his claims as his digits pump in and out of you. you feel his rough finger trace every inch of the ridges inside the slippery walls of your cunt.
your panting now as suguru continues to play with your body – the feeling quickly becoming an addiction you have come to crave at an unhealthy rate.
“oh! oh y-yes! m’ sorry suguru, p-please, need you…to pay attention to me!” you squeal out, feeling him add another one of his fingers inside of you, because how could he refuse his baby's delightful request? he guides the hand on your wide hip to rock against him, and you move them in juicy circular movements as his fingertips continuously graze against your g spot, causing your pussy to gush all over his hand.
you can feel drops of his warm sticky precum dribble in between your ass, and suguru uses it as a lubricant while he humps behind you, grunting heavily in your ear. as he increases the speed his fingers surge into you, he matches it with the grinding of your bodies.
“i know princess, i know.” suguru gasps out. “my little doll jus’ needed me to take care of her desperate pussy.” he pants. suguru just loved to watch his kind, quiet girl spasm out in ecstasy in front of him, because of him. he achieves so much satisfaction from knowing that he’s tinkered with your body so much, he’s practically trained your cunt to be his personal cock sleeve. you can't go mere moments around him without your pussy leaking down your legs.
“‘d-desperate…only for you, my love …” you breathe out in your angelically soft voice, causing suguru to moan at the dirty words you whispered to him. you both extract the same feelings of greed and unadulterated lust out of each other. you can dive into each other's darkest desires without any shame.
“are you feeling good, little one? talk to me gorgeous.” suguru hums, wanting to hear more of your seductive words and noises in your sultry voice.
“ah...a-ah! oh god! mph…! feels so good sugu-suguru ! love it so much..” you cry out, thrashing around as an entertained suguru smiles at your words of affirmation, pressing a wet smooch on the side of your face.
your moans and pants now begin to increase in volume unapologetically. suguru is so happy when you let loose like this, it’s when you're the most confident in yourself. just looking at how exquisite you look as he fingers you, he pledges to find new ways to crack into your hard shelled exterior so he can see you like this more often.
maybe he could find out what extracurricular activities you're passionate about to keep yourself busy during the day. but suguru knows in his selfish heart that he wants you to spend all your time with only him, as you both continue to taint each other while you lose yourselves completely to your urges. right now, he’s determined to help you let go of the last strings of sanity you're clinging onto to keep yourself from descending to madness from the enthralling level of pleasure you're experiencing. he wants to hear you scream his name out so loud, the entire temple will know what he's doing to you.
so he adds another finger into you, now pushing three of his digits into your soppy cunt. the strong grip he has on your hip is bound to leave ghosts of his touch on your skin the next day as he helps you grind down on his lengthy fingers while you fuck yourself on them, babbling out broken sentences that get interrupted by your cries and hiccups. he’s pumping into your burning heat so fast now, that every thrust makes your huge breasts bounce around erotically. you are such a sight to behold in suguru’s eyes. he looks at your pupils practically glow with hearts as you turn into a puddle of mush.
you're close – he can tell by the way your pulsating hole quivers around his digits, sucking them in so much he can barely pull them out, leaving his hand covered in your tasty fluids. the room is filled with the symphony of obnoxiously pornographic squelches your poor cunt makes.
surguru leans his head over your shoulder and spits a fat glob of his warm spit onto your clit, presses his thumb against it, and rubs tight juicy circles into your love nub, making you start to see white. he grasps one of your small hands in his large ones and holds it against your squishy chest, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipple again while he turns his face to you to lick up the drool still spilling out of your pink lips.
“my sweet, sweet girl. you're so damn beautiful, so gorgeous. ‘gonna come on my fingers? don't be shy, let yourself go. wanna hear my pretty bird sing. come for me, little one.” hearing his sweltering voice whisper such vulgar words to you was all it took for you to release the balloon threatening to burst inside of you. your orgasm hits you hard, disorienting you as your vision blurs. your fluttering cunt sprays down sugurus arm and lap, drenching them in your juices. your hips finally give out, suguru having to support your body as you fall back on to him, letting out a final loud moan.
you sit against him in exhaustion, your chest heaving as you try to catch the breath that was ripped out of your lungs. suguru pulls his fingers out of your gummy walls, watching in amazement as strings of your slick stay attached to his digits. he holds his hand soaked with your cum up as the bright light beaming in the room catches it, a sheeny glow that reflects all over his palm leaves him starving for your taste.
he begins licking his hand clean, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he shudders at the rich taste of you on his tongue. not wanting to waste a single drop, he laps up your essence that's all over his palm. once he's finished, he looks down at your tired out face and laughs to himself. already fucked out, n’ i havent even put my cock in you yet. suguru wasn't complaining though. he enjoyed seeing your mind and body so blown from pleasure you can barely move or form coherent sentences.
he leans his forehead against yours and presses your cheeks with his hand to pucker your lips for a kiss, entangling his tongue with yours yet again to swirl the taste of yourself in your mouths. suguru sucks on the fat of your bottom lip, nibbling on it softly before pulling away slightly to give you a dazzling smile.
“how’re feeling now, little one? all better?” you somehow find the strength to nod your head, closing your eyes as he peppers your face with more kisses. “yes…i feel…m-much better. thank you…suguru…” you murmur, still reeling from your powerful climax.
“‘s good my love, i'm glad. because now… 'm gonna make you feel even better.” his smile quickly turns into a mischievous smirk as he gently pushes you forward so you could feel his long shaft throb against your backside.
suguru was just about to put his hands under your arms to lift you up and raise you down onto his pelvis, when there was a sudden knock at the entrance door of the room. you quickly sit yourself up on suguru's lap, wrapping your robe around your still exposed front, and tried to look as presentable as possible before the door slid open. suguru pouted. he was just about to fuck you silly on his dick.
it was suguru's secretary, manami suda. she bowed her head briefly before strolling to the center of the room. the way she swished her hips as she walked showed off the fit her sleeveless dress had on her body. she turned her full attention to suguru as if you weren't even in the room and spoke. “geto-sama, you have one more healing ritual before the day ends. afterwards, there's a meeting you must attend with all the members…” manami trails off and raises an eyebrow at you when she notices you suddenly stiffen in the middle of her talking.
due to the placement of both of your robes and you hiding sugurus bottom half as you sat on him, manami was unaware of the movements of the jujutsu sorcerer she spoke to and how they were affecting you. during her drabbles about his upcoming schedule, suguru busied himself with grabbing your hips and grounding his stiff rod against your supple heat, your leftover cum assisting him with his desperate humping. while you tried (and failed) to keep as still as possible, suguru gave out a thoughtless, automatic response to his secretary. “thank you, manami. go ahead ‘n let the last one enter then.”
manami nods and gives a final bow, sashaying away and flipping her salmon colored hair to give you a skeptical glance before she exits the room. when the sliding doors slammed shut, you hide your now reddened face in your hands, suddenly feeling self conscious. you now realize that you must have been so loud before. what if manami, who already seems to detest you, or someone else in the temple had heard you? how would you be able to face them, you thought.
clueless to the internal conflict you were facing with yourself, suguru wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head with a satisfied hum, before sitting both of you up properly on his pedestal while the two of you wait for the last pitiful mortal to come in.
“let’s get through the day as quickly as possible, hm? can't wait till we’re back inside our room.” he whispers seductively to you, contributing to the warmth rising in your cheeks. honestly if it were up to suguru, he’d still fuck you senseless infront of whatever monkey was coming in to complain about their problems. he’d have even continued what he wanted to initially do to you before manami came in, uncaring if anyone walked in on him filling his girl up.
if others didn't get that he constantly needed intimate time with his woman, he had no problem satisfying their curiosity by showing them all the dirty things he does to you. the thought only manages to spur suguru on, and he decides that he wants to see you melt even more for him. however, suguru takes into consideration how modest you thrive to be in public settings with him, and decides to have some ‘pity’ on you.
so while suguru continues to play his role as a kind hearted cleric during his final healing ritual of the day, he periodically raises his hips up to grind himself between your puffy folds, no barrier separating the two of you now, embracing you securely so you're constantly reminded of his longing for you.
surguru gets so worked up from this, he changes his mind on being nice and asks you to at least cockwarm him, feeling his hard cock involuntarily twitch against you from the need to feel your cunt swallow him greedily. excuses for your refusal fall on deaf ears as you try to reason with him. after grumbling, suguru eventually realizes you may have been right after visualizing the risky idea:
the crown of suguru’s fat sensitive cockhead bumping against the squishy spot deep inside of you that pushes you over the edge, a spot only he can reach. unable to move, both of you falling to pieces at the guaranteed snug hold your pussy would have on his engorged length. his poor dick would have no choice but to release hot beads of his precum inside you that would only add to the mess of your sloppy pussy as you clenched, feeling your heartbeat from within.
suguru almost thought he’d cum on the spot from just his filthy imagination alone, and you would no doubt follow suit as he feels your cunt spill more slick on him every time his bulb-shaped tip repeatedly catched on your abused clit, stimulating it with his agonizing thrusts. suguru will give you both what you need later, when he pounds into you mercilessly for hours in your shared bed, fucking you within an inch of your life. he can't wait to feel your pussy leave a mess down his heavy cock, milking him for everything he’s worth.
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matt in this hairstyle is giving step daddy vibes 😵💫 imagine Step!Father Matthew waiting for his daughter to come home from work/school just so he could fuck her against his bed, he also loves breeding and making her dumb </3 (one last thing he also has a daddy or sir kink ahsvhwbdhhs)
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oh my god yes !!! he looks so good
stepdad!matthew takes every chance he gets to be alone with you. will get off work early just to be there when you get out from class. he’s still dressed in his work clothes, just his jacket is off with the sleeves rolled up. is all coy and nonchalant, asking you about your day and what you were going to do as he follows you to your room. watches you get undressed— for him while also pretending like you weren’t. sneaks up behind you as your faced away from him, about to put on your pajama shorts, rutting his hard on your ass. drops all act when he turns you around, bringing you into a heated kiss.
fucks you fast and kind of messy; he knows he doesn’t have a lot of time. but he’s always quick to hit that soft spot, grunting, “f-fuck, you— want daddy to come inside you?” at your frantic nod, he chuckles breathlessly, slamming into you leaving you gasping for air. “don’t worry, baby, daddy’ll fuck a baby into you.” your eyes shoot open at that, toes curling as you came undone around his cock. your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as a bit of drool trickles down your chin.
seeing your fucked out expression, he ruts into you faster, grunting, “you’ll be fuckin’ g-gorgeous all round with a cute bump, with my kid in y-you,” with his head thrown back at the mental image before he shot long strips of his cum into you. always makes sure you clench to hold his come in you to ensure that you will get pregnant with his kid. pulls your panties up and gets dressed just in time for the two of you to hear a car pulling up in the driveway.
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Sorry for the inconvenience but could you make a tutorial on how to draw Kalim please?
Alright, time for a Kalim tuto!
I'm gonna do a bit differently compared to the usual, because there is something interesting about Kalim and Jamil.
They are, quite literally, polar opposite even in design.
Long straight dark hair vs short fluffy white hair
Little dark eyes vs big soft eyes
Red and dark colors vs light and blueish colors
Fire motif vs water magic
Apart from the eyes, those are all things they have control over too. Things they can't decide for themselves (skin color, size) are similar, but things that partake in choices (hairstyles, colors) are completely opposite.
Think about it when you draw either of them. You might want to draw them with that opposition in mind.
I'm going to keep coming back to Jamil's design (since I draw him all the time he is my base reference when I draw Kalim. You can find Jamil's tuto HERE if you wanna compare)
0. Face's general shape
Not pictured here coz it's not as obvious seen facing, but I like to give Kalim a heart shaped face. High yet round cheeks and pointy chin. That's what gives him a cute side and makes him approachable (unlike Jamil who would be straighter and thinner).
1. Turban part 1
Unlike with other characters, we're gonna start with the main accessory here since it changes the shape of his hair. For that I suggest that you draw the ears first. His turban doesn't actually touch them, so place the vague shape slightly above it. Don't make it symmetrical, the left side should be higher than the left.
2. Turban part 2
Here you add the little left over from his turban. Make it go slightly further than the middle line to make it more natural. Once more, no symmetry. Keep the distinct left-right for Jamil, Kalim is more natural and imperfect.
3. Hair
Kalim has short fluffy hair coming from a point to the left. They all go toward the same direction. Keep your lines flowing, make soft waves. They tend to fork outwards at the end.
4. Turban part 3
I only close the turbans here, otherwise I tend to put the edges too close to his head. There is matter here between his hair and the actual turban, so keep it in mind. Don't draw the edges with straight lines. Remember: natural and imperfect. Add a little wave to make it look like a fold.
5. Bangs
Kalim's bangs can be separated in three parts, two framing his face and one at the center going right. His bangs are short. Just like for the top hair, keep it fluffy and cute.
6. Turban part 4, the bow
Yes, the turban is half of Kalim's design so we're still not done with it. Kalim has a cute bow to the side, so seen from the front you only see one loop and one end of the fabric. Make two vaguely squared shapes and add a little curve at the bottom of the upper square to shape the loop of the bow.
7. Feathers
We're almost done with the turban! Where Jamil had on feather to the right of his face, Kalim has two. They come almost from the ear, behind the bow, and reach slightly lower than his chin. Try not to draw them completely parallel (natural and imperfect!)
8. Eyes
Once more going to reference Jamil, but they actually have the same eye shape, with round lower lids and straighter high lids. The difference is that Jamil has lazy eyes (meaning his eyes aren't opened fully) while Kalim's eyes are more open. It gives him bigger, softer eyes.
The pupils are also huge, once more in complete opposition to Jamil's little pupils.
As for the eyebrows, Kalim's are very short but a bit wide. Make it about the side of his pupils, lower inside and higher outside.
9. Earrings
His earrings are 6 shaped with three chains falling from it. They're actually pretty long, going down to his chin. You can keep it simple.
10. Finish the face
Make him smile. Seriously, Kalim is smiling more often than he is not (while Jamil is scowling more than he is not). I make his smile all round, once more to accentuate the cute side. Most everything is round in Kalim's design, so don't hesitate to lean toward it. (Remember, he's based on the Sultan, a character whose character design can be surmised in one word: round)
Once more not visible from the front, but I give him a hooked nose just like Jamil.
11. Correct details and finish
Kalim doesn't have much hair at the neck but I give him a few strands just to finish framing his face. Add flourishes to the turban. You're done!
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genre: timestamp, fluff, angst (if you squint) — MDNI!
warnings: gn! reader, established relationship, insecure reader, pet names
words: 1.2k ~ (1278)
a/n: i was watching the intro vid to 5 star, saw jisung's hair, fell in love with him all over again and this is the result. direction of it wasn't planned, it just happened because my brain said so
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“let me braid your hair!” you whine for the nth time. jisung let's out a soft sigh before pushing his round glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose.
“why would you want to do that?”
“because it's so pretty and long now. i just want to braid it and put it in a ponytail. i wanna play with your hair, ji before you get it all cut short.” you say with a pout.
“fine! but just this once, ok?” he laughs softly as he watches you rush to the bedroom to gather accessories, hair ties and a brush.
during the process, jisung moved and situated himself on the wooden floor by the sofa. you rush to him, sitting on the sofa and spreading your legs to allow him to shuffle between them.
he turns his attention to the tv as you grab the brush. you gently run it through his long, silver and grey hair to free his hair from any knots. you place the brush down by your side before gently running your fingers through it slowly.
your fingers become lost in the sea of hair. the soft strands tickling your fingertips. jisung hums softly in contentment, his body relaxing at the soft and gentle gesture.
“does that feel nice, ji?” he hums softly as he nods. you smile to yourself before reaching around to the front of his face. you gather his hair together, leaving a few strands to hand in front of his face.
you part his hair down the middle, gathering one side up into a high pony. you giggle to yourself as you secure the strands in pink elastic before doing the same to the other side. you add in a few colourful butterfly clips before handing jisung the mirror.
“whatcha think?” you giggle. jisung takes the mirror, his brows furrowed together as he checks out the hairstyle.
“babeee!” he whines, “you said you'd braid it.”
“i know, i know! but you look so adorable!”
“really?” he looks up at you to which you hum before leaning down and gently kissing the tip of his cute nose.
“really really. but i will braid it, don't worry ji.”
you take out the clips and the elastics before brushing out his hair again. you run your fingers through it a few times, taking in the softness and how healthy and long his hair currently is.
“i love your hair. it's so soft and healthy.”
“the advantages of having good quality hair products.” he says with a chuckle. “seeing how much i dye it, it has to look and feel healthy.”
“mhm. i'm slightly jealous.” you say as you start to braid his hair.
“why?”
“because you're so perfect and flawless, ji. you're so handsome and beautiful. everyone loves and adores you. you don't have a single flaw about you. sometimes i wonder…” you pause, feeling a lump burn in your throat suddenly as the feeling of insecurity hits you hard.
“what do you wonder, baby?” his voice is soft and gentle as he is quick to pick up on the way your voice quivers, no matter how hard you try to cover it up.
“sometimes i wonder why you're with me.” your voice is nothing but a small and gentle whisper, in hopes he didn’t hear you–which he did.
“i'm with you because i love you.”
“i know but, you're you and i'm me.” you secure the ends of his braid with an elastic, before scanning for any imperfections such as lumps and bumps.
“i don't understand, baby.”
“i'm just me. meaning i'm basic. i have flaws, i'm not perfect. i get insecure sometimes because i look at other people, people who are so much better than me in terms of looks and talents and i can't stop myself from thinking that you'd be so much better off with them than me.”
“baby–”
regret rises to the surface before sinking deep in your stomach. you swallow that burning lump that refuses to go away before quickly wiping your eyes.
“forget it.” you hastily say, “forget i said anything. let's just continue being happy and act like i haven't just ruined the mood.” you say with a sullen laugh. you rise to your feet to clear up the hair products.
a hand wraps around your wrist, gently pulling you down on jisung's lap to straddle him. your eyes widen at the surprising action before you sheepishly look down. you idly play with the material of his t-shirt and his silver neck chain, not wanting to make eye contact with him because if you do, you'll cry.
“look at me.” he gently strokes your hair and cheeks before slowly tracing your jawline with his finger. he hooks his finger under your chin, lifting it up so you're forced to look at him.
your eyes scan his facial features. from how plump his bottom lip is to the small, delicate mole on his cheek. the dam breaks, tears suddenly falling down your cheeks slowly.
“don't cry, my love.” he gently hushes you, raking his fingers through your hair slowly. he gently pushes you against his chest, encouraging you to put all your weight on him.
the softness of his skin, his touch and the rhythmic thumping of his heart rate calms you down to some extent. negative thoughts rush through your mind, thoughts you don't want to think but you can't help. An unwelcome guest that’s no stranger to you.
jisung rocks you back and forth, hushing and cooing you gently as he rubs your back and strokes your hair. a few minutes later, you manage to calm down as you pull away, sniffling.
“want to know why i'm with you and not someone else?” you look down, nodding slowly. “because you make me feel things i haven't felt nor never felt in a very very long time, yn.”
you look up at him, his expression so soft and eyes glossed over and shiny with so much love and admiration for you.
“i feel happy, excited. i feel like i'm the luckiest man on this planet. you may think i don't have flaws because you see me as this perfect being but i have flaws. everyone has some type of flaw. i'm not always perfect baby. i still have a lot to learn but with you by my side, i know it's going to be ok.”
“but what abo–”
“i don't want no one else but you. you're perfect to me. whether it be a good day, bad day. whether your hair is unwashed or you've been living in the same clothing for days, i don't care. i want that. you're human, you're real. you're true to yourself and to everyone else. i like that about you and it's what makes me love you so much.”
“ji..” your bottom lip sticks out as your eyes well up with tears yet again.
“i see myself with you and only you. just like how you see me as perfect and flawless is how i see you. i love you yn. i'm head over heels, a hundred percent smitten for you.”
“i love you too.” you sob. the negative thoughts and feelings washing away with each kind and gentle word you hear. the reassurance from jisung puts your mind, soul and heart at rest.
nothing but love overpowers your body once again as you lean in to kiss jisung softly. he holds onto your waist, pulling you closer so you're sat in his crotch. you place your hands on his cheeks as you both bask in the warmth of each other;
in the warmth that's called love.
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ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫🧺🍓 - Ellie Williams Xfem!oc ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
•Enemies to lovers
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Alexis/Lexi- oc
Jolene & james- Alexis’ siblings
Morgan- their father figure
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Mrs. Edwards
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫
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"I just can't believe she said that to me!" Jolene ranted, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.
Jameson rolled his eyes dismissively. "Girls are just so damn dramatic."
I scoffed. "Oh please, like you boys don't practically strangle each other over football." I took a sip of my orange juice. "Let's not act all high and mighty here."
"But, I mean, that's not—" Jameson stammered, flustered.
"Uh-huh, sureee." I flicked his forehead, dragging out the word.
"Kids!" William's booming voice echoed from downstairs.
"What?" Jameson shouted back, his voice grating in my ear.
I winced and scooted away from him. "Jesus christ, do you have to yell so freaking loud?"
He just snapped a "Whatever" in response.
"Get your asses down here!" William yelled.
I groaned and heaved myself up from Jolene's bed, my joints cracking as I stretched. The three of us tumbled and shoved our way downstairs, racing to see who could get there first.
William stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand. "Y'all have chores to do today."
I threw myself dramatically onto the last step of the stairs, groaning. "Oh, come on!"
William fixed me with a stern look, hands on his hips. "You do realize we have responsibilities 'round here, right? People to take care of?"
I scowled. "Yeah, well, I don't really want to 'provide' for certain people." Clearly making a snarky remark about the snotty, know it all kids who live in our community.
His eyebrows shot up. "I don't want to hear it. Get to work."
He rattled off the assignments: Jolene on cow and chicken duty, Jameson helping Mrs. Edwards get ready for the day, and me on plant and gate check. I sighed and trudged upstairs to change, making sure to lock my door behind me. The others literally never respected my privacy.
I pulled on my favorite outfit - a white dress, and of course black safety shorts, just in case. Along with my sturdy cowboy boots that made me feel like a total badass cowgirl. Time to get to work, I guess. At least the chores would give me a chance to escape from my siblings for a bit.
The outfit: https://pin.it/1ILq6zLUo
I started my morning routine by brushing my hair and styling it into my signature two braids - a hairstyle I've been wearing since I was a little girl. It's a simple yet comforting look that has a bit of sentimental value, as it was one of the first styles William learned how to do. As a cute finishing touch, I added two small white bows to the ends of the braids.
After freshening up with a quick tooth-brushing, I hurried downstairs to join my family for breakfast. We were all a bit tired this morning - James along with Joley and I had stayed up late chatting and snacking in Joley's room, leaving James with a bit of a stomach ache. In fact, he ended up having a bit of a bathroom emergency that had Jolene and I struggling to hold back our laughter, though we did make sure to restock his toilet paper supply. Hopefully he'll fare better when he heads out to check on the elderly neighbor later.
Our family has lived in this old farmhouse since I was 13 years old. The property was previously owned by a kind older gentleman named Hershel, who had owned this land way before the outbreak. The sprawling plot has several houses spread out but still close enough for us to share resources. What's really great is that each home is surrounded by tall sturdy fences and secure gates, keeping us safe from any threats outside. There are quite a few other kids living on the land too, though admittedly some of them can be a bit... difficult to get along with at times.
After finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my trusty woven basket, which was stocked with a sun hat, gardening tools, and a handgun. Ever since our harrowing encounter with a large group of infected, where I narrowly escaped harm, William had insisted on giving me and my siblings firearms to keep on hand when we're out on the property alone. Thankfully, I haven't had to use the gun yet.
Whistling a jaunty tune, I stepped down the brick porch and made my way to the garden, basket in hand. I unlocked the gate with a click and shielded my eyes from the bright morning sun that was already beating down heavily. Reaching the tomato plants, I checked for any ripe ones, even engaging in a one-sided conversation in hopes of encouraging their growth - hey! don't judge, I read it somewhere!
After harvesting the tomatoes, I moved on to the other veggies and fruits, bending down to pluck fresh carrots. Suddenly, a voice screamed "Boo!" right in my ear, making me yelp and lose my balance, landing squarely on my butt.
"Oh my god, sorry!" Jordan, my brother's best friend who lives down the road, laughed as she came into view.
I sighed, placing a hand on my racing heart.
"Nearly killed me," I groaned, but she just grinned and offered me a hand up, which I reluctantly accepted.
"Whatcha doin?" Jordan asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"Picking shit for the community," I replied, brushing dirt off my butt. "You know, the usual thankless chores."
"Ooh, someone's grumpy," she teased, fiddling with a loose thread on her shirt.
"Stop that, you're going to ruin it," I scolded, then had an idea. "Hey, why don't you just come over and let me fix your shirts? You're always tearing them up with your fidgeting."
"Come over?" Jordan asked, eyebrows raised.
"I mean, you know, whenever you want to," I said, trying to sound casual despite my awkwardness. "No pressure or anything."
Jordan just laughed. "Alright, I'll leave you to your 'fun' gardening then," she said, running off to join the other kids playing football.
I sighed, muttering to myself, "Why can't I just screw around like the rest of them? It's the freaking apocalypse, for crying out loud!"
My self-pitying rant was interrupted by a throat clearing behind me. Slowly turning around, I found myself face-to-face with William."Got something to say?" he asked, hands on his hips.
"Nope, happy as one can be in an extinction event!" I replied with an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.
He just laughed and gave my shoulders a pat. "You've got enough food for now. Go check the gates, see if anyone needs help, and then you're free for the day, okay?"
"Yes, sir!" I saluted him playfully before heading off, grateful for the chance to take a break from the endless chores.
I double-checked the gates, carefully inspecting each one to ensure they were securely locked and undamaged. As I approached a house with an open gate, I moved to close and inspect it, guessing that perhaps the wind had blown it open overnight. But to my surprise, I soon realized this was the home of Mrs. Edwards, the cranky old woman that my brother James was meant to be caring for. Strange, his bicycle wasn't parked outside like usual.
I furrowed my brow in confusion as I made my way up the creaky wooden steps to her porch, setting my basket down. An old, melancholic song was blaring from within the house, the lyrics hauntingly proclaiming "I'm laughing on the outside, crying on the inside." An ominous chill ran down my spine.
-Recommend to listen to "Laughing on the outside by Bernadette Carroll" whilst reading.
"Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice echoing through the eerily silent home as I stepped inside. No response. I ventured further, my boots crunching on shards of broken ceramic in the kitchen. Orange slices were scattered across the floor, a knife lying amidst the mess. My heart began to race. "Mrs. Edwards, are you alright?" I yelled, hurrying down the hall towards her bedroom.
A continuous, hollow thudding noise was emanating from the bathroom. I paused, gripping the wall as a wave of dread washed over me. "Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice quivering. No answer. Summoning my courage, I bolted to the front door to get my woven basket. As I approached the basket, I reached into my it, fingers trembling as they wrapped around the cool metal of my revolver. I clicked off the safety, holding it steady with both hands as I inched into the house.. to the hallway...
"Mrs. Edwards, I'm coming in!" I shouted, then slammed my boot against the door handle, flinging it right open. I stumbled backwards, the gun shaking in my hands as I beheld the gruesome scene before me. Blood. So much blood, pooling across the tile floor. And there, in the bathtub, a nightmarish figure writhing and gurgling, its rotting flesh hanging in bloody tatters.
"Oh God, no," I whimpered, my knees threatening to give out. But I steeled my nerves, recalling William's training - in times of danger, don't let your emotions control you. Focus on the task at hand. I took a deep, shaky breath and raised the revolver, lining up my shot.
S̶h̶e̶.. it lunged forward, its grasping, skeletal rotting hands clawing towards me. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Edwards," I whispered, and pulled the trigger. The thunderous report echoed through the house as the bullet tore through h̶e̶r̶.. its skull, sending it crashing back into the tub in a spray of gore.
The ensuing silence was deafening, save for the eerie, looping song still playing faintly in the other room. I stood there, trembling, staring at the pool of blood seeping across the floor. I retched, the acrid stench of death burning my nostrils. Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled out of the bathroom, desperate to escape this nightmare.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I screamed, rushing to the record player and wrenching the needle from the spinning vinyl. The house fell silent, save for my own ragged breathing.
"Jesus, Lexi?"
I whirled around to see William in the doorway, his face etched with concern. Without a word, I flung myself into his arms, burying my face against his chest as I broke down into sobs.
"It's okay, you're okay, Lex," he murmured, holding me tight and stroking my hair. "I've got you,baby."
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Recommend to check out my book on wattpad!
Also, if you see the name “morgan” ignore that!! its supposed to say william ( the father figure) , but my dumbass got confused.
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Neptune in the First House
💜 You may have an innocent, naive, childlike, young, and cute looking, especially when Neptune's close to your ascendant.
💜 People put their guard down when they see you. You don't look like the type of person that harms people. Your look doesn't scare them. Unless you have other placements to back it up.
💜 People may think you're dumb and weak even when you don't feel that way inside.
💜 Usually, you have big eyes and a small face. The gap between your eyes and lips is short, so it creates a young and cute look (like a cat that has super big eyes and a small round face).
💜 You are artistic, imaginative, dreamy, and creative. You like to portray, act, and roleplay as a fake character, which makes people think it's your true personality when it's not. You want to embody everyone's dream/ideals in human form.
💜 You don't try to be fake. You just enjoy being/living a character you create in your dream/fantasy. Hence, you create a different persona from your true self unconsciously.
💜 You like to accentuate your best features and hide your bad ones like a makeup artist. You act like you don't do it, that your beauty is natural when it's technically not (makeup, hairstyles, angles, surgeries, etc.).
💜 You may look and act differently at different times. Sometimes, you don't want people to know who you are. You act like you're someone else and want people to believe that's your true self to fit in.
💜 You change yourself in a different scenario. People're surprised at a new aspect you show. They think you've changed when, in fact, you just successfully convinced them to believe in your other self. The self they saw before may not even be your real self.
💜 You're a walking beauty standard like Venus in the 1st house people but more radiant, resplendent, and glamorous. Glittery gowns and fur suit you. Basically, you look like a celebrity attending an important event.
💜 A celebrity has their public and private images. Neptune in the 1st house people live a double life. They just aren't aware they're doing it subconsciously. Their true self is hidden even with you.
💜 They want to live in a dream/fantasy, so they embody this in their appearance and personality. And people start to fantasize them.
💜 So basically, you know how to act to match someone and society's perfect ideals. You don't purposely try to trick them for your own agenda, but because you want to be as close as a dream/fantasty/ideals itself.
💜 People tell you what they think of you directly with no filters. People may underestimate you due to your look. People don't try to know you because their fantasy about you sounds more believable.
💜 How you see yourself may be different from how people see you. But when you see yourself in pictures, you may understand why people assume your personality differently based on your look alone.
💜 You have that vulnerable looking face. Your eyes are sparkling and watery. Your eyebrows may curve downward (like this 🥺) or are straight naturally (I have this, lol). You look like you want to cry, so people like to console you.
💜 You also like to act as an innocent victim, like you don't know things when you know because you want people to ignore you.
💜 People have no fucking ideas how you feel about them. You act like you don't notice a thing.
💜 People feel accepted wholeheartedly in your presence. Fantasies have no boundaries where you can be anything you want. You are their fantasy.
💜 The ones who don't forgive and accept certain part(s) in themselves project those parts on to you negatively as you embody every part of a human being where they're all accepted. You accept the things they hate, so you become those things in their eyes.
💜 You also blend in with the people you're with without knowing. You observe how people act, and then you act like them. You may actually start to believe it's your personality! You may gaslight yourself. You should learn to stay true to yourself.
💜 Usually, your mind is somewhere else, not in the present, so you look lost to people.
💜 Finally, whatever different form/shape/look each person's dream is, you are their dream. You change yourself to match every dream that exists.
I hope you like this post! This is my placement, so I use my own experience to explain it.
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Peony Rowswatter, the Pink Drewman
Be Caring
Rank: A- (Major Character)
Aesthetic: Pretty
Visual Inspirations
Other Character Bases
Powerhouse with a Pixie Cut
Peony’s short, cute, and pink, but she’s actually a fair bit older than most of the others. She’s elegant and poised; graceful and intelligent. Her bubbly, kindergarten teacher-esque personality lends to some occasionally bossy and vaguely patronizing traits, but it’s better to have her on your side than to face her fury.
Of course, Peony is by no means above screwing around like everyone else. She can be obscenely stubborn and confrontational, and as smart and rational as she is, she’s emotional and, more importantly, vindictive.
Fun Facts
Peony’s last name is phonetically identical to “rose water”.
Peony, originally Rosie, is the character who changed the most from Rough Sketch. Physically, she was a few inches taller by the end of it, was a darker, more intense shade of pink, had freckles and a gap between her teeth, had messier hair, and had rounded, more protruding eyes. Personality-wise, she was far more snarky, uptight, outwardly aggressive, and generally exasperated.
Peony also has the most drastic difference between human and Drewman form, due to how stylized her hairstyle is.
Peony/Rosie was originally designed as Rudy’s twin sister, J. ultimately filling a similar niche. Distancing the two from this is why she was redesigned so radically compared to the others.
Peony is the oldest member of ICT introduced in Season One, at thirty.
Peony doesn’t look visibly older than anyone else in ICT, but her human form has very faint wrinkles under her eyes and the series proper adds more facial lines to her expressions than most other characters.
Peony’s normally Ms. Mature, but she’s just as touchy about her height as Rudy and Chloe. She just stands en pointe when not walking to make it less obvious.
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My OTP Luzaria and their kids Alois and Susanna of my Millennium AU!
This takes place 1000 years in the future. Ludis and Rozaria eventually marry and have two kids together.
My OCs of this AU:
Alois Elenor: heir to the Elenor Clan. Tall and muscular. Has straight hair like Ludis. An introvert. Very shy. Doesn’t really talk all that much. Likes training. Idolizes Kei Ru. Rather independent and likes to think on his own. Loves his family very much, but struggles to express them in words. Prone to anxiety. Several hundred years older than this sister. Likes to pat his sister’s head. Respects Rozaria, thinks Ludis’ mastery of all human traditions is intriguing. Calls Rozaria “Clan Leader” and Ludis “Father”.
Susanna Mergas: heir to the Mergas clan. Short and compact. Has wavy hair like Rozaria. Cute, round face like Ludis. An extrovert. Probably the most enthusiastic person you’ll ever find. Talks a LOT. Likes human activities; curious about everything around her. Loves Izarok hot pot. Sometimes overwhelms her brother with her high energy levels. Favorite game is having her brother pick her up and run at full speed. Respects Ludis, thinks Rozaria is the coolest and sassiest person ever. Calls Ludis “Clan Leader” and Rozaria “Mother”.
Ludis and Rozaria have also changed, since 1000 years have passed.
Ludis: taller and more defined muscles. Hairstyle change; hair no longer covers his right eye. Face shape is less round.
Rozaria: switches to monocles. Hairstyle change, lets hair down.
Both are chill parents; Ludis is the most lenient! A very happy and warm family of four.
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Top 5 favorite people to draw?
thank you so much for asking! in order, daniel webster, robert hayne, john c calhoun, thomas benton, and henry clay
Daniel Webster: I will be honest, when I draw Daniel Webster, I give him the most nonhistorical hair out of everyone that I draw ( though in general, the hair of all of the peeps that I draw are very generous to their hairlines to begin with lmao ). I love giving our guy the most bushiest eyebrows in existence, super large anime eyes, a strong nose, and tanner skin than the rest of his colleagues. it's even better because doing all that is still historically accurate! #danielwebster #byronicism. Stocky build, short, you know the drill. Gold and blue and black color scheme.
Robert Hayne: Just in general, his features are fun to make out. His hair is distinctly boyish and playful ( and ginger ) whenever I draw it, and I always make sure to give him round eyes, softer, rounder, features, yellowish-based pink-toned skin, and a button nose, thereby making him the second must defined design in my head after webster ( and questionably after calhoun ). Also, technically, me drawing him in a cute childish way would also be strangely accuraet to his historical portrait, which is great, considering that I consistently make Henry Clay like 30 yrs younger whenever I draw him. Color scheme is mainly yellow to me, and he looks like your average twink, moving on.
John C. Calhoun: The wild nosferatu hair! I know we love to shit on that hairstyle, but tbh, tuberculocur satanic corpse Calhoun is actually the second most pleasing Calhoun to look at right after Early Days Young Calhoun. Calhoun with long hair, cheekbones, a square jaw, a sharp nose, and eyebrows with that additional flair on it [if you check my fanart of jcc you will notice that I never draw him without the little hook on his eyebrow ] just gives perfect demonic vibes, yk? It functions as an aweinspiring all-powerful mask to distract the viewer from his horrible pathetic weak non-influential clinging-to-whatever-scrap-of-power-and-signficance faux-manipulative personality inside [ best represented during JCC's middle years when he had spiky hair ] that represents Calhoun's true self. The issue with drawing JCC with this hairstyle all the time though is that it makes it very weird when he's alongside Webster and Clay. Webs looks like he's in his 20s, Clay's in his thirties, and Calhoun is here looking like his 70 yr old deathbed self. I actually draw him significantly more muscular than he probably was during this time of his life ngl. At least, his shoulderspan is larger. He also has a very specific clothing design I use [ black cape, gold waistcoat, white cravat and innershirt ]. Color scheme white grey gold and black.
Thomas Hart Benton: APH Russia hair. Bulky male form. I'm so sorry. I didn't base him off his offficial portrait at all. I actually get most confused about Benton's hair, btw. Is it blond? Ginger? Brown? Anyways, round face, VERY pink skin, and a strong nose are my defining features for him. Color scheme I haven't actually figured out yet, but he seems to be a gold and green fellow, just like....
Henry Clay Ah, Henry Clay. Long face, but I can't seem to find it in myself to make him actually ugly. I also can't seem to bring myself to push his hairline back. And this will be the third time I've mentioned Hetalia in this post but I whenever I draw his long blond hair verison of him ( which I always do ) I am constantly picturing APH Poland. I am sorry. Anyways, long, lanky, legs, thin lips with a wide mouth, long horizontal eyes, significant eye wrinkles in that spot, a long nose, and a green and gold color scheme for me, with a red cravat, unless it's black and gold and red.
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Ghost • Nine
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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut
Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC
Word Count: 1,519
Jake
I woke up to Kota snuggled up against my chest, I would never get over how amazing it felt having her safe and tucked into my side. I honestly never wanted this feeling to end. I looked over to my clock and realized it's only 3:45 am. I sleepily wrapped my arms around Kota's waist, and pulled her as close to me as possible and fell back to sleep with her.
The next time I woke up, I opened my eyes to see Kota smiling softly at me, "Good morning Cowboy." I smiled back, "Good morning Kota," I said my voice still laced with sleep, "What time is it?" she rolled over for just a second to check the time on her phone before rolling back over onto her stomach next to me, "It's a little after 9am."
I closed my eyes for a moment, "mpfh." I grumbled before wrapping my arms around her again and pulling her tightly to me, she chuckled, "Is this finally the day that the early bird Jake Seresin, finally doesn't want to face the music of the morning?" I just nodded my head into her shoulder.
"Well lucky for you, we don't have to meet Coyote or Villain until later tonight." We continued to spend the rest of this morning in bed, either napping together or watching more movies.
We got up out of bed around lunch time, both our stomachs growling now as we had skipped breakfast. We made some lunch and then moved to the couch in my living room, to continue our movie marathon until it was time to get ready to leave to meet up with Coyote and Villain.
I got dressed in an outfit that was pretty much similar to what I was wearing last night for Kota's surprise outing, except this time I was able to wear my black Stetson.
Kota on the other hand looked so good in what she picked out. She had her hair braided in two French braids until it reached the base of her skull where she then had the tails in two messy buns, god I loved that hairstyle on her.
She had stolen one of my flannels, to put over a white t-shirt, she also wore a pair of Jean shorts that not only accentuated her short legs into looking longer, but accentuated her ass as well. She threw on her black sk8-hi vans again, and I swear I was falling even harder for her.
We jumped into my truck around 5:30pm and started to make our way to The Wrecking Bar. Once we had pulled into a parking spot, Kota fired off a text message to Tate, asking if they were here yet. Tate had replied back that they were still about 10 mins out.
Kota and I went inside to secure a table for the four of us, she stayed back at the table while I walked over to the bar to grab our first round of beers. I could tell as soon as I walked up, I was going to have to turn the bartender down, she was already batting her eyelashes at me.
"What can I get for you tonight on the house Stud?" She says to me, walking over after finishing with her previous customer. "Oh no, I'll pay for these no worries, just 4 beers please." I replied back. She brings out the big doe eyes while still batting her lashes. "Are you sure you don't want these on the house?" She says leaning forward, her arms placed in such a close manner that it accentuates her breasts.
"It's really fine ma'am. Could you start a tab for us?" I say handing over my card and nodding my head towards Kota. I notice the woman blushing softly, probably thinking Kota and I are a couple, "O-oh uh, yeah sure!" She stutters. I tip my hat to her, "Thank you ma'am." I say taking back my card and collecting the four beers to take back to our table.
When I get back to the table I see Kota smiling like an idiot, "Turning down another bartender I see!" She says, chuckling. I nod back to her, sliding her beer across the table to her before sitting down next to her.
"Why, though, she's really cute!" Kota questions. "I have eyes for someone else, and I don't want to follow Coyote's footsteps of searching for barrack bunnies." I notice Kota's face falls at the mention of me having eyes for someone else, if only I could tell her that she's the one I have eyes for.
I take a swig of my beer, while Kota looks down at her phone that just went off. "Tate and Javy are here!" She says happily, replying to Tate explaining where our table is. They eventually make their way over to us.
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Kota
As soon as Tate and Javy meet up with us at our table I say, "Hey Tate, you mind running to the restroom with me?" She nods, looping her arm with mine, as we walk towards the bathroom. Once we are out of earshot from the boys she asks, "What's up Kota, you okay?
I sigh leaning against the bathroom counter, "Jake had the bartender making googly eyes at him, and he told me he turned her down because he didn't want to chase barrack bunnies, but also that he had eyes for someone else."
Tate nods, listening to me, "Do you think that he could have eyes for you?" I shrug to her, "I couldn't see him having eyes for me Tate, he's been my best friend for at least 4 years now, if anything were to come of us, I thought he would've at least acted on it by now. So I don't think I was who he was talking about."
Tate just gives me a hug, before saying, "You never know Kota, he might be just as afraid of the risk as you are. You know men aren't the only ones allowed to make the first move anymore?" I chuckle, "Yeah you're right I mean it is 2022, if I wasn't so scared of the risk, I could attempt to make a move but I'm still just not ready for that."
I return the hug, "Thanks Tate, you're the best, you always know what to say." We both return to the guys, Tate taking her spot next to Javy while I take my spot next to Jake again.
We all chat and hang out for a little bit, when I notice that Tate and Javy are sitting a little closer to each other than what friends would normally sit. I lean over to Jake and whisper in his ear, "Hey you might want to start thinking about that twenty dollars you're gonna owe me." I nod over towards Tate and Javy. "No way, they aren't a thing yet." He replies.
"Hey, does anyone want to play some pool?" I question once we've all finished our first round of beers. We all agree, "I'll be right back." Jake says walking over to the bar to grab us another round from the bartender that made googly eyes at him before.
As she passes the beers over to him she says, "You two look like a really cute couple, she's one lucky girl." What I couldn't see was the blush on Jake's cheeks, before replying to the bartender, "Oh we aren't together. Thanks for the beers."
He comes back over to us, and we decide the first team is Jake and I vs Tate and Coyote. The first round was won by Jake and I, before we switched up teams, Tate and I vs Jake and Coyote now. That game was a very close match up, but Jake and Coyote took the win. We played a few more rounds just enjoying our time out.
We eventually swapped over to darts and played a few rounds there as well. We made a bet that the loser had to buy the last round of drinks. Coyote ended up the loser of that round, and he went to get just two beers for Tate and I since he and Jake were being the responsible adults and driving us both back home. We played a few more rounds of darts and another round of pool while we finished off our drinks and then headed out for the night.
Jake stops to pay his tab while Javy and Tate start out of the door. Jake and I shortly followed behind both Javy and Tate out of the bar. I whisper to Jake, "Look look look!" We see that both Tate and Javy are holding hands, walking over to his car.
"They definitely are a thing!" I whisper excitedly, them not knowing we are behind him and seeing this going on. We head back to Jake's place where he makes me take some ibuprofen and drink some water before bed again. "Goodni..." I begin to mumble but as soon as my head hits that pillow, I'm out like a light.
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Woooah Iris update for the Sleep Awake fanfic! (real not click bait)
Thank you @chihirolovebot for the amazing series! It has always had my heart! <3
Usually, I'd just drop off the design and skedaddle but I decided to explain my design decisions here for not only this new design but also the older one since I never remember explaining anything.
First off, physical changes (body and hair)! She's the same short ass height of 4-11, still pale asf, she has the same slim pear body shape, her face is still round, and her cheeks are still naturally rosey (think Fuyuhiko).
One of the big changes is in her eyes which are now very big, round, and pink. It shows through a lot of my designs, but I've always loved the gothic lolita aesthetic. It's very elegant and pretty, it often reminds me of porcelain dolls, a huge inspiration for not only my art but also my style in real life. As such, I've embraced the glassy big eye look that most porcelain dolls have, which is why she's depicted with no pupils. As for why they're pink? I just really like the color. The only reason they were green in the first place is that the original 'Iris Kiede' character had green eyes as a holdover from her previous designs.
The hair change is a result of me growing out of my love for the bog hairstyle and appreciating my natural hair a lot more. While I am naturally brunette, and I envision her new hair as blonde, my hair is naturally wavy/curly. The hairstyle show is just a super exaggeration of that though the princess curl or drill hairstyle anime often portrays. In case you're curious as to why she's not brunette, I just despise being brunette. It's a personal thing, and I've long since bleached my hair to be blonde lol.
Also, the bangs are now fluffy and straight with a little ahoge that's hatred down as an extra little hair tuft! Just too give the MC vibe and also because I love fluffy bangs!
Fun fact! As drawn here AND in the original design, I actually danganronpa-fied her hairstyles! The Franchise LOVES this almost Tim Burton style of hair where they oversaturated it and made a lot of big shapes with fly-away hairs for days. Iris always had a natural bob cut in her original design, it was just a bit poofier than the average cut so I made it have these dramatic curls to represent that. I did something very similar in the new design where I added a lot of flyaway hairs that I normally would.
Ok cool the biggest section is out of the way!
Not much changed with her uniform. I made it more obvious that her white dress underneath her romper/overall dress thing is supposed to be ruffled rather than pleated. Her first design was pleated only because the series never really drew any ruffles on any character, the closest ones always ended up looking pleated anyway so to stick to the style I just drew them as a pleated pattern and made it so the skirt flared out slightly.
She's finally got the ruffled skirt she always deserved!
I changed the sleeves because I thought the old sleeve design would compete WAY too much with her big curly hair. The gloves are there now because I have sensory issues and touching very common items is physically painful to me, so I have to wear gloves or long sleeves to deal with this.
The shoes were changed to loafers because I simply like them better now. I think it gives her legs a better visual weight as well as makes her legs less visually crowded.
FUN FACT! The original design for the leg warmers is a reference to the OG (Y/N)'s mismatched overall design where they have one leg rolled up and the other completely down. The bang with the cute little pocket/compartment was and is still used and a garter to keep the other leg warmer up!
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Layla in a nutshell
Character Chart
Character’s full name: Layla bihn Waoud
Reason or meaning of name: Layla was born in during the night and her father Waoud thought it was more than appropriate to name her after the Old Hannish word for night.
Character’s nickname: Layla has a lot of nicknames, given to her by many characters, be it Uplander, Sapling, Old Girl or Sinner...
Reason for nickname: As an adventurer Layla spends a lot of time with all kinds of people and thanks to her tiredless efforts to help the people of Hydaelyn, people has dubbed her many names, not all of them are flattering however...
Birth date: 23nd Sun of the Third Umbral Moon
Physical appearance
Age: late 20s as of Endwalker 6.5
How old does he/she appear: Mid 20s at least. She does not appear to be much younger.
Weight: A secret.
Height: 158 cm. Slightly shorter than her most of her fellow Midlander peers...
Body build: Fit with very strong arms, though Layla tries not to build too many muscles.
Shape of face: Slim, though Layla wishes she had dimples and secretly admires those who have round faces with cute dimples.
Eye color: Dark violet, people often mistake them for black.
Glasses or contacts: None
Skin tone: Dark brown.
Distinguishing marks: Nothing in particular.
Predominant features: A very prominent mole under her eye
Hair color: Jet black.
Type of hair: Very curly, Layla takes great care of her locks and buys all kinds of natural oils to carefully maintain her hair on a daily basis.
Hairstyle: These days she mostly ties her together with a bow that was gifted to her by Y'shtola *points at lexentail hair*
Overall attractiveness: People describe Layla as very beautiful with her facial features being her most charming part. Layla however, is doubting her own looks the more battle she fights.
Physical disabilities: None.
Usual fashion of dress: Loves to wear dresses in her free time but pefers light armor in battle. The easier she can move, the better.
Favorite outfit: no outfit in particular. She adores most clothes she owns and so she cannot decide on one favorite outfit.
Jewelry or accessories: Used to wear a lot of gold jewelry before her days as the Warrior of Light, though nowadays Layla has decided to wear more modest accessories made of glass.
Personality
Good personality traits: Layla is kind, polite and considerate to most people she meets. She often offers them her friendship and companionship after a short while. People often note that she is very risilient, especially given what she has experienced in life so far.
Bad personality traits: Her kindness is also a weakness. She tends to trust people blindly and only realizes when she lets the wrong people into her life when it is too late. The Scions know that Layla is also quite scatterbrained, disorganized and vain.
Mood character is most often in: Layla is mostly a very happy person. It is rare for her to be in a terrible mood and when she is, it will not take much for her mood to improve.
Sense of humor: Rarely understands sarcasm. Due to her strict upbringing in Radz-at-han's high society, Layla struggles to connect to her peers at time, be it during her childhood back in Thavnair or as a member of the Scions.
Character’s greatest joy in life: Returning to Old Sharlayan after she and many adventurers have defeated the Endsinger with the help of the Scions. Layla loves Eitherys and the last thing she has wanted was for this world to vanish forever. So, seeing all the people waiting for the Scions made Layla realize that she has never been happier in her life.
Character’s greatest fear: Losing her parents.
Why?: Layla has grown up as the daughter as a notable alchemist from Radz-at-han and an energetic monk and refugee from Ala Mhigo. As her father is the leader of an established leader of an alchemist group with an esteemed bloodline that highly respected by the Satrap and the Radiant Host, Layla was expected to follow in her father's footsteps. Though Layla had different plans for her future and spent her time with the dancers in hopes to become one of them. Her parents allowed her to train with the dancers on the condition that she becomes a full fledged alchemist on her 19th namesday but she ran away from home on that very day. She eventually arrived in Ul'dah shortly before the events of 1.0 and only returned to Thavnair in Endwalker. And when she came back, the Final Days ravaged the lands of Thavnair...
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: The Umbral Seventh Calamity was the event that shaped Layla's fate forever. Until then, Layla hoped she could return to her home anytime but thanks to the Calamity, she was left penniless and was unable to leave Ul'dah for the time being...
Character is most at ease when: During quiet times, whenever Layla gets to relax in her room in the Rising Stones or her home in Radz-at-han.
Most ill at ease when: Seeing the full extent of the Final Days and witnessing people turning into Blasphemies...
Enraged when: The moment when G'raha told Layla to head to Palaka's Stand with the twins. How can she leave her hometown knowing her family is there after reuniting with them after almost a decade? What if they get killed while she is far away?
Depressed or sad when: Everytime an ally dies. Layla cannot handle grief, though her heart broke the most when Haurchefant died as they were lovers...
Priorities: Traveling the world!
Life philosophy: If you do good, good things will come to you.
If granted one wish, it would be: Currently has no wishes, whatever Layla wishes for is out of her reach.
Character’s soft spot: Children! Layla adores them and spent a lot of time with the Doman kids back in Rising Stones during A Realm Reborn and Heavensward.
Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Very much.
Greatest strength: Layla's biggest asset is her physical strength and her ability to easily learn any martial arts as well as manipulating either, allowing her to learn all kinds of magicks. One might speculate that this is part of Layla's talents, others claim that this part of the Blessing of Light, granted to her by Hydaelyn...
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Layla is very naive and tends to trust people very quickly. This lead her into many dangerous situations. Layla often has a hard time connecting with people as well, since she behaves very differently than her peers (comparable to Alphinaud) but she still tries to befriend those she adores. Layla also lacks a lot of domestic skills as well as manual skills due to her upbringing. Working with her hands outside of combat is extremely difficult for her at times.
Biggest regret: In hinsight Layla greatly regrets ever running away from home to escape her duties. She was ill prepared to live outside of her comfort zone and she regrets ever running away from her parents who despite their strict ways, have always loved her and wished nothing but for her happiness. Layla realized this only after many years...
Minor regret: Layla wished she could have spent more time with Haurchefant, telling him how much he meant to her...
Biggest accomplishment: Saving Etheirys!
Minor accomplishment: Mastering each battle job. Layla owns one job stone from each known battle job.
Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: On a more light hearted note, Layla almost blew up the kitchen in the Rising Stones once after offering to cook a meal for the Scions. She has never cooked for them ever since...
Character’s darkest secret: The first time Layla has killed someone (it was a small Qiqirn – an order by the Wood Wailers in the Black Shroud in her early adventuring days...), her body moved very fast – too fast – as she quickly stabbed the Qiqirn to death. Her body did not hesitate but Layla was disturbed for many moons. Her heart and her strong body are at odds. Of course, as the Warrior of Light she has taken many a life but it never gets easier for her mind. Though her deft hands may suggest otherwise... And while this incident was not a secret per say, she has never talked to anyone about this.
Goals
Drives and motivations: Layla loves meeting people and helping out whenever she can. Their thanks are more than enough motivation to travel the world and spend meet new people.
Immediate goals: After saving the universe, Layla wants to spend more time with family and friends during peaceful times.
Long term goals: Traveling the word! There is still so much to discover and Layla is eager to see everything Etheirys has to offer.
How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Layla has a lot of connections by now and it will not take much time for someone to reach out.
How other characters will be affected: During the events of Endwalker 6.0, Layla was able to reunite with her parents and while she regularly goes back to Radz-at-han, Azem's legacy calls! And so, she has to be apart from her parents once again...
Past
Hometown: Radz-at-han, Thavnair!
Type of childhood: Layla grew up in a rich household with a lot of servants. Her father in particular spoiled her rotten and bought her everything she asked of him. Whether it's foreign goods from Aldenard or Othard or beautiful Hannish silk for her to wear. Layla was very priviledged compared to most children her age and she knew this very well. Thanks to this, she was quite arrogant even if her attitude was not foul, she thought of herself as the center of the world.
Pets: No pets.
First memory: Drinking lassi next to her mother who gently pet her hair and told her Ala Mhigan fairytales. Layla does not exactly know how old she was but she must have been very, very young.
Most important childhood memory: Running to Mehryde's Meyhane and watching the dancers perform. Their exquisite moves are forever etched into Layla's heart.
Why: These dancers looked so graceful and beautiful that Layla decided to become a dancer herself.
Childhood hero: Her mother, despite scolding her a lot, she was quite the coolest person to Layla.
Dream job: Joining Troupe Falsiam as a dancer and travel the world!
Education: Layla received advanced education in alchemy, history, literature and mathematics, though Layla rarely ever puts this knowledge to use.
Religion: Like every person in Thavnair, Layla believes in the Divinities.
Finances: Young Layla carelessly spent every coin that was given to her, so at the end of the day she did not much Gil to her name. Which did not mean much, considering her family...
Present
Current location: Back to her family in Radz-at-han for the time being (post-Endwalker)
Currently living with: Her parents in Kama, Radz-at-han.
Pets: A small tiger cub by the name of Tora-jiro given to Layla by a hunter. It took a long time for the cub to warm to Layla but she tried her best to befriend him and eventually her efforts paid off! Currently living with her family.
Religion: Still believes in the Divinities. But thanks to her adventures in Ala Mhigo and embracing Ala Mhigo as part of her identity, she has decided to walk the path of Rhalgr's as well, especially since she is a monk as well!
Occupation: Adventurer!
Finances: It is expected that Layla inherits her family's wealth and her alchemy institution. However right now, Layla posses not as much as gil and only goes out with enough coins to be able to small luxuries. The rest of her money is taken care of by her retainers.
Family
Mother: Her mother is an Ala Mhigan monk by the name of Lavena. She is said to be an extroverted, brazen and honest woman who didn't mince her words. Lavena fled Ala Mhigo a couple of years before Garlemald occupied Gyr Abania because she was escaping the wrath of Ala Mhigo's last king Theodoric as he hunted down the Monks of the Fist of Rhalgr. Fearing he would kill her soon, Lavena left Gyr Abania on a boat that was heading to Ilsabard. Eventually she would arrive in Thavnair and started working as a mercenary who took on all kinds of jobs that the Radiant Host would give her...
Relationship with her: Many people not how much Layla resembled Lavena but her relationship with her mother was somewhat difficult growing up as Lavena tried to teach her the teachings of Rhalgr, so that Layla could become a monk as well because she feared that there were no other monks besides her left. She would be proven wrong in the future but she put a lot on Layla's shoulders as she believed that Layla was the future of the Fist of Rhalgr despite the both of them living in Thavnair now.
As Layla got older she started to resent her mother and the Fist of Rhalgr and to certain extent Ala Mhigo as a whole but she was grossly ignorant and barely understood her mother's plight until she ran away from home and eventually became an adventurer. Seeing how the people of Ala Mhigo suffered in places like Ul'dah, Little Ala Mhigo and Quarrymil quickly made her regret her resentment. After joining the Pugilist's Guild and meeting Widargelt, Layla decided to become a monk like her mother after all...
Father: Her father Waoud is an alchemist and his family was one of the few alchemist families that knew of the real Satrap's identity. Layla was supposed to join her family in their service to Vrtra and when she was of age, they would have revealed Vrtra's identity. However, she ran away before she ever learned of him and so Layla only got to learn of the Satrap's true identity in Endwalker. Waoud, unlike his wife, was more a more soft-spoken individual. He was friendly to everyone he knew and people often said that Layla's got his calm and courteous personality from him, though many people also knew that Layla lacked her father's cunning ways.
Relationship with him: Waoud often spoiled Layla rotten and Layla adored him very much, though just like Lavena he did not hesitate to make Layla work though he did not scold her as much as Lavena much to everyone's dismay...
Favorites
Color: Layla adores bright and colorful colors such as reds, yellows, oranges and pinks.
Least favorite color: None in particular.
Music: Hannish folk music is very nostalgic to her but Layla listens to all kinds of music, regardless of genre.
Food: Layla loves hearty Hannish meals like Baba Ghanoush and Hamsa curry as well as sweets and pastries from around the world but shies away from heavy meat foods.
Literature: Layla dislikes to read but whenever she does read, it is usually a fairytale or a romance novel... But she mostly reads about the newest fashion trends in places such as Ul'dah, Radz-at-han and Ishgard...
Form of entertainment: She loves watching stage plays as well as dancers (without participating herself, despite rejoining Troupe Falsiam)!
Mode of transportation: As a child Layla loved riding with a rickshaw but nowadays she uses the Aetheryte system like most adventurers.
Most prized possession: Her mother's monk soulstone. Widargelt never gave Layla a monk job stone of her own.
Habits
Hobbies: Layla loves to go shopping and buy all kinds of new clothings. If she is not spending a lot of money on clothes, she loves eating out with friends especially but often she is seen in the Bismarck all by herself..
Plays a musical instrument?: Jehantel taught Layla how to play the harp. She is not the best harpist but she keeps practicing whenever she can.
Plays a sport?: Simple stretching excercises to keep her body fit and flexible at all times.
How he/she would spend a rainy day: Stay in her room and read a book if she is in the mood or she used to join all of the Scions in their merry conversations.
Spending habits: Used to be way worse before Tataru forcibly taught Layla how to proper budget her earnings...
Smokes: No.
Drinks: Moderately.
Other drugs: None.
Extremely skilled at: Fighting.
Extremely unskilled at: Cooking and sewing.
Nervous tics: Biting her fingers.
Usual body posture: Her back is straight, the shoulders pushed back and relaxed. Never seen slouching...
Mannerisms: Very polite and thoughtful with her words. People describe sometimes as quite stiff because of it.
Peculiarities: Because Layla is extremely vain, after each battle Layla puts on a long cloak to covered herself, so that noone sees her covered in bruises and blood. And when she returned to the Rising Stone, noone was allowed to enter her room until she has cleaned herself up. Only Tataru and Minfilia were allowed to see her in this state.
Traits
Optimist or pessimist?: Quite the optimist!
Introvert or extrovert?: Introverted
Daredevil or cautious?: Somewhere in between. In battle a risk taker, outside of that Layla is much more cautious with how she carries herself.
Logical or emotional?: Very emotional.
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Layla is quite messy but if she wants to she can be tidy, though in between all the battles she rarely has the motivation to keep her room neat...
Prefers working or relaxing?: Definitely relaxing!
Confident or unsure of herself?: When it comes to her battle powress, Layla is extremely confident in herself. In matters of human relationships, she is much more conscious of herself...
Animal lover?: Yes!
Self-perception
How she feels about herself: Layla greatly regrets her selfish attitude when she was a child and a teenager. In order to improve on herself, she tries to be as selfless as possible but most people around her tell her that she is overdoing it.
What does the character consider her best personality trait?: steadfast and positive!
What does the character consider her worst personality trait?: painfully gullible at timea.
What does the character consider her best physical characteristic?: Her butt.
What does the character consider her worst physical characteristic?: Her countless little scars on her body.
How does the character think others perceive her: Layla fears that people assume that she is a brute though she admits that there's a truth to that assumption...
What would the character most like to change about herself: Layla definitely wants to be better at reading people better. And she has gotten better! Having seen so many places, her perception of the world has greatly changed...
Relationships with others
Opinion of other people in general: Generally sees the best in people until proven otherwise.
Does the character hide her true opinions and emotions from others?: Mostly not unless she gets terribly embarassed.
Person character most hates: Layla does not hate easily. She tends to forgive most villains as long as they are showing some sort of change of attitude (like Emet-Selch when he told her to remember the Ancients) but if she had to choose one, it would be Thordan.
Best friend: Lyse!
Love interest: Canonically Haurchefant & Ardbert as of 6.5.
Person character goes to for advice: Lyse or Y'shtola.
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Nanamo after the Bloody Banquet. They have grown close and consider each others as very close friends. Whenever Layla visits Ul'dah, she makes sure to pay the Sultana a visit.
Person character feels shy or awkward around: In A Realm Reborn it was Urianger. His speech was hard for Layla to grasp, even though she understands the Eorzean Common Tongue. His bumbling personality made things harder for Layla to read him.
Person character openly admires: Alphinaud. He took on many responsibilities at an age where Layla would laze around. She greatly admires and adores him. Of course, she makes sure to tell him so...
Person character secretly admires: Y'shtola for her cool personality.
Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Her mother, Lavena.
After story starts: Still her mother.
Aaaaand that's it. Phewww that's a long one LOL
If you read this and made it this far, thank you so much!
#this took a long time LOL#that template I reblogged earlier was longer than I thought...#I feel like I repeat myself.... My daughter is a simple character hehe#UHHHH Endwalker spoilers#referencing 6.0 quite a lot here#and also ala mhigo lore lol#ffxiv#ffxiv hyur#ffxiv oc#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#hyur#hyur midlander#ffxiv wol#wol lore
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