#DJ Beware

[thewaysoundtravels]

(Rio Baile Funk Breaks (Digital Release) by DJ Sandrinho, DJ Bware, Daniel Haaksman)

"Put together by the transnational DJ cooperation of DJ Sandrinho (Brasil), DJ Beware (China) and Daniel Haaksman (Germany), "Rio Baile Funk Breaks" presents the best beats and elements, the most sampled voices, breaks and loops of the Rio baile funk era 1998-2008".

(Daniel Haaksman - Rio Baile Funk Favela Booty Beats (2004))

"When released, "Rio Baile Funk Favela Booty Beats" was the first compilation to introduce the mad beats from Rio´s hillside slums, the favelas, to a global audience. Baile Funk took the world by storm and the compilation received wide critical acclaim".

[iamlisteningto]

MIKE’s Beware Of The Monkey

[brattyfics]

All women need a hobby and I can not stress this enough. Fortunately for us, the possibilities are endless!

Read and/or Write fiction, non-fiction, etc.

Research something that fascinates you and create a PowerPoint about it. This one is really fun because it can be about something complex like the mummification process in ancient Egypt or something simple like the plants and animals native to your local area.

Thrift a dollhouse and make tiny furniture for it.

Thrifting is a hobby in itself, TBH. Buy & collect DVDs and CDs like it’s 2006, or even vintage trinkets and furniture. Who can stop you?

Learn how to knit or sew. This is not a boring ‘granny’ hobby. There are so many cool and cute things you can make!

Make paper dolls and cute little clothes for them. Super inexpensive. All you need is paper and crayons or markers.

Coloring, Sudoku, Crosswords. These are great because they’re low pressure and you can pick them up and put them down quickly if you don’t have a lot of time.

Jewelry making. Beware this gets expensive fast. Really fun though.

Go on walks and collect leaves & shit. Glue or tape them down in a journal and write something about the moment you found them, or what they remind you of.

Make niche playlists. It’s not a waste of time if you enjoy it. Curate a vibe, pretend you’re a DJ!

Daydream. At your own risk. This one is kind of dangerous, NGL. But it is free, and no one can take it from you.

Try new recipes that sound good to you. It doesn’t matter if your man or your kids don’t like it. It’s not always about them. Respectfully.

Journaling. This is like 100 hobbies in one. You can sketch fashion designs, write poems, keep a log of information you’ve researched, print pictures you love and create a mood board (like a physical format of Pinterest) or you can even glue down your literal trash (wrappers from your drink bottles, labels from things you’ve bought, the bags your fast food came in, etc.)

Whatever it is, you need to do and create something that is just for yourself!

[scuderiasundays]

happy wife, happy life

summary: flights on air verstappen, a game of padel, and declarations of love + a little insta au at the end 💌

words: 919

a/n: here’s part two to better together. i’m considering making this a multi-part story so let me know if that’s something you’d want! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

"Austin, Mexico City, São Paulo, Las Vegas, Abu Dhabi. Any preference?"

Lando’s voice was drowned out by the celebratory air coursing through McLaren Hospitality. He was calling from his driver room in Lusail, still soaked in champagne after a phenomenal comeback drive.

“I think you’ve earned the right to pick. My God, three podiums in a row, Lando!”

You squealed, as if you weren’t speaking to the very man who had accomplished this feat.

After a quick pause, he replied, “Vegas, it is then. I think I can secure seats on Air Verstappen if I use my charm.”

-

Max, the first of Lando's friends you’d been introduced to, extended his hand as you stepped onboard.

"So, this is 'airport girl.' I've heard quite a bit about you," he said, stealing glances at a blushing Lando.

You shook his hand. "Only good things, I hope."

The setting sun painted the cabin a soft orange as dinner was served, seamlessly shifting the conversation toward plans for the weekend. "Are we still up for padel on Friday?" Max asked, the anticipation evident in his voice.

"We're short a player. Jon busted his shoulder last week, so I'm in need of an alternate," Lando replied.

Max gestured towards you. "She's right next to you, mate."

Mid-bite, you wagged your finger at both Max and Lando. Racket sports weren’t your forte, and the idea of padel with ragingly competitive Formula 1 drivers made you queasy.

-

You’d assumed the 12-hour flight had been long enough for Lando to let go of the whole idea. He, however, promptly proved you wrong as he lifted your bags into the back of a blacked-out Escalade.

“Remember that book you were reading? The one about love languages?” You nodded, climbing into the car.

“Well, I figure my love language is quality time. And what better way to spend our time than with a game of padel?”

You hesitated, jokingly glaring at him. "I never thought that book was going to come back and bite me in the ass.”

“Karma is your boyfriend,” he whispered as he laced his fingers around yours.

The casual mention of "boyfriend" (and his general knowledge of Taylor Swift lyrics) caught you off guard and, as your heart raced, you made a desperate effort to maintain composure. You couldn’t possibly say no to his desperate gaze and, so with a loud sigh, you caved.

-

The days that followed felt more like a haze. DJ Lando stole the show at Omnia, carrying a wasted Oscar home in the aftermath. Golfer Lando took you to glow-in-the-dark mini-golf, subsequently blaming his loss on a lack of practice (“You should see me at my best”). F1 Lando gave you a little peck before disappearing into the media pen. You’d been so engrossed in it all that you were on the padel court before you knew it.

As the points went back and forth, you and Lando found yourselves in a playful dispute over who was the rightful owner of the five dollars you’d won at the slots. Lando had paid but you had pushed the button that had brought you sweet victory.

Max quickly interjected, "Maybe you two should save the bickering for the post-game press conference."

George, echoing Max, teased, "He’s got a point. Beware or you’ll be immortalized as a sassy TikTok sound.”

“You know, I’m here to fight. I’m here to win.” Lando said, taunting George as he prepared to serve.

Much to everyone’s surprise, you and Lando turned out to be a stellar team, securing a hard-fought win. Instead of the traditional champagne spray, you spritzed a sweaty Lando with your perfume.

"I smell like you now," he said with a smirk.

You caught your breath on a bench as George strutted over, towering over you.

"You’re already on his mind 24/7. Now, you want to linger on his clothes too? Greedy!"

As you and Lando were about to head back to the car, a few fans hurried over, their elation palpable.

“We’re huge fans, Lando. Could we get a quick photo before you go?”

Lando was quick to oblige and asked you to hold their gifts (a snapback and a handful of bracelets). You offered to take photos of him with the girls, his aura radiant as he took his time to thank each of them.

Little did either of you know, the photos of you and him at the padel courts would soon be circulating all over social media, your phones blowing up with notifications from countless F1 gossip accounts.

-

In the dim glow of the car's interior, you caught a glimpse of him, jaw clenched and a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. The not-so-soft hum of the engine roared as you cut through the tension.

"Hey, what’s on your mind?"

"I just never want you to feel suffocated by all the noise that comes with being my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend?" you teased, masking your anticipation with feigned innocence.

He sighed, his hands momentarily tightening on the steering wheel. The car smoothly veered into an old gas station, its solitary lights flickering in the night.

He turned to face you, his eyes searching yours. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A smile lit up your face. "I thought I already was.”

He shook his head, a mixture of exasperation and affection on his face. "You truly are impossible, y’know."

"Snap a picture of your girl then, Mr. JPG," you quipped.

His hands searched the backseat for his Leica.

"Happy wife, happy life.”

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landonorris: on a roll! two more to go 👊🏼

ciscanorris: couldn’t be more proud. i sense a mclaren 1-2 coming!

mclaren: mother knows best ✨

fan1: king of the soft launch

oscarpiastri: let’s finish the season off strong!

maxverstappen1: some of the line calls made by your doubles partner were questionable 🤨 

max_fewtrell: a partner other than i? whoever could it be?

landonorris: i’m starting to doubt my friendships with guys named max

fan2: i’m all for it so long as mystery girl gives us the boyfriend content we deserve 🫶🏼

tags 📝

@silverstonesainz @monzabee @sainzcaleruega @vamossainz55 @0-atmilklatte @aacherrylips @merchelsea @al-luvx @itsjustkhaos @allenajade-ite @simp4f1 @strawberrysainz @avenger122 @405rry @lpab @thebrccoliwasdone @antiheroleclerc

[moonogre]

Of late, Kaiba lapsed to spells of daytime drowsiness. This was inconvenient but unsurprising: he figured that it was only a matter of time before his insomnia, born during his tenure in the orphanage and serving seven years strong, manifested outside of his usual migraines and irritability. He was no stranger to maintaining high-octane performance on little to no sleep. But even he could admit it was hard to adjust to this strange narcolepsy alongside the other stressors of his life.

Instability Theory

Kaiba’s declining mental state is jeopordising KaibaCorp’s most ambitious project yet. Jonouchi hasn’t seen his dad for weeks now and is starting to worry. They can probably help each other out, if they can get their issues out of the way first. A violet fairytale. Sci-Fi; Hurt/Comfort. Read Chapter One on Archive of Our Own.

Pairings: Jonouchi Katsuya & Kaiba Seto Rating: Explicit Warnings: This is a dark one, so please beware. The following elements do not show up for some time, but they are central to the story and will feature heavily later on: past CSA, gore, suicidal ideation, child abuse, alcoholism. Status: Chapter 1/? ; 10,683 words. Tags: daddy issues, rampant paranoia, sad boy saviour complex, malfunctioning virtual reality, hallucinations, enemies to lovers, fairytale allegories, strange dream sequences, bizarre dissociative internal monologues, marathon sex (eventually), canon inspired, character study

My utmost thanks to @alectoperdita, @darkness-inthelight8, @rainbowwinedemon, @samovilas & @zelandiangelo for babysitting this story to life 💫

Playlist

This is DJ mixed as a continuous set on Soundcloud and runs 104 minutes. If that is (quite understandably) too much of a time commitment, the playlist has been curated for your ease on Spotify.

For lovers of: dark folk, darkwave, dreampop, electronica, post-punk, shoegaze, synthwave.

[horsegamergirl]

From SSO's instagram:

SPOOKY MUSIC WANTED

"We're conjuring up something wickedly fun in Jorvik — our annual Halloween Festival! But beware, there's more brewing! DJ Kai will be bringing Halloween music to the Fort Pinta disco to get you in the spooky mood. And we want you to be part of the musical magic! 🎃 Do you have an original song (made by you!) that will put everyone under a spell? Send us your chilling music submissions for a chance to be featured at the disco alongside DJ Kai's ghostly grooves! 🎵 And that's not the end of our tricks and treats! Selected tracks will be credited to the talented creators, and we'll craft a playlist with the music on our Spotify account. To keep the vibes fresh, we'll accept submissions on an ongoing basis. But the deadline is September 20th if you wish to be a part of the Halloween disco...if you dare! 🕸️ Drop your submissions by emailing music@starstable.com. We'll process your personal data to communicate with you about your music submission. The legal basis for processing is legitimate interest—check out our privacy policy* to learn more about how Star Stable handles personal data and your rights. We can't choose everyone, but we'll reach out to the lucky few! Terms and conditions apply, including a 50/50 split of any revenue generated from streams of the chosen songs between the talented artist and the Star Stable Music label! Let's create some ghoulishly good memories on the dance floor together! 🧛‍♀️🎶 *https://www.starstable.com/privacy"

[erika-xero]

Behind the scenes: interiors and architecture

Hey, guys! I know that it isn't that type of a post that are interesting for the general public and/or gain much attention, but I still wanted to share some of the stuff that I usually keep to myself. So here are the screenshots of my 3D-models that I use for the background art! I created all of them myself and collected them carefully within the years to reuse some of the smaller models/elements in my future works.

Starting with my favourite one: The MacFragan inn for @inwilis. It's also my biggest model so far! It took WEEKS to finish. This version is slightly edited: I combined a few different shots with different lighting.

And this is how the model looks like in Sketch-Up:

There's also the stairway that didn't end up in the shot.

This is how it ended up looking in color:

Moving on to the next one! The abandoned chirch for the mixed media art featuring Kirsi that I did for Evelynn Gonti!

Different angle!

Here's an earlier version of the model. This was a small experiment on coloring:

And the finished background:

Next one! The city model for the tryptich piece I did for @inwilis. There were actually two versions of this model: the regular one, and the post-war one. Enjoy the little random vase on the left, because my models are a mess!

Some architecture details!

Finished backgrounds:

Oh! This one is interesting. I actually never posted this piece online, because it's a bit n/s/f/w.

Finished background:

Another abandoned church! This one is for the piece I did for CaIamarti!

And a coloring WIP!

Another background for the piece I did for @inwilis and @bitemerogers. This one actually exists in two versions. The first model was scrapped, but I used it to make a tutorial.

Some earlier work! Drow architecture for the piece I did for Nielspeterdejong back in 2021.

And another oldie that I still adore:

Colored version! Still use it as an example of how cool I am at doing backgrounds xD

Here comes some of the smaller models! My fantasy assets. The staff can be seen on the Vesta commission I did for @glatissart!

Winterhold model I did for this commission for gnomonics!

The DJ-set I modeled for @happy-go-pucky's commission! Bonus: the analogue one.

Beware! The first model I did for my 2D art: the Temen-Ni-Gru tower (it's horrible and completely broken).

That's all for now! Some of the models are lost forever, some of them are made for other people's projects, and some of them I forgot. I also have a tutorial on how I color this models!

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[girlfatherfigure]

can you PLEASE link all your fav vegekaka doujins like pleeeease. People’s lives are at stake here

ACK EEK well yes I can beware tho some of these r like not fully available online for free. Like genuinely i have some of these in physical copy bc I’m a #pervertgirl like that but anyways here we go. These r in no particular order btw they’re all good

1. https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/104611002

(Here’s the English translated version https://poipiku.com/6642845/8172740.html)

2. https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115661470

3. https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/101345832

4. https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/97776955

5. https://myreadingmanga.info/toriaezu-namade-amatsu-time-paradox-dragon-ball-gt-dj-jp/

6. https://myreadingmanga.info/rutobuka-heat-dragon-ball-dj-eng/

Ok and i think that’s it. Actually there’s probably more but I feel like this is enough for now 😭

[delacyrose224]

King of My Heart

Pairing: Seo Changbin x reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Word Count: 4.1k

Author's Note: Today's song of the day is King of My Heart by Taylor Swift...I can't believe this is the first fic I've written since May this year! Excuse the massive Changbin brainrot that took hold while I was writing. Or don't, I don't mind.

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“Come on, please?”

You meet your best friend’s eyes through the mirror, her expression desperate and pleading. You roll your eyes.

“Why would I want to go to a rooftop party when I could stay home, watch a movie and eat ice cream?” You raise an eyebrow, daring her to tell you that staying in is a bad idea.

“Because there will be cute boys? I’m sure Hyunjin has cute friends, he’s bound to with the way that he looks,” she sighs dreamily.

You can’t help laughing at your best friend Roxanne’s giant crush on your mutual friend. Well, acquaintance was maybe a better term…the two of you had only met Hwang Hyunjin once at a work event that Roxanne had invited you to so she wouldn’t be alone. Here you were, two weeks later, and Hyunjin had mentioned that he was throwing a rooftop party before the weather got too cold.

Roxanne’s full on pouting now, big puppy eyes batting her eyelashes at you.

“...fine.”

She squeals, wrapping her arms around you and hops up and down excitedly.

“YAY!! Now we need to figure out what you’re wearing, because you are not showing up like that,” she gestures to your toothpaste stained sweatpants.

“Hey!! I can take back my answer, you know,” you grumble, trying to rub the stain off.

“I know, but you won’t, you love me too much!” she singsongs, pulling you towards your closet.

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An hour and a half later, you find yourself climbing the last set of stairs up to Hyunjin’s rooftop. As you open the door, your mouth falls open slightly, looking over at Roxanne with wide eyes.

Hyunjin has fairy lights everywhere, tables full of snacks and drinks, and there’s even a mirrorball sending silver shimmers across the roof everytime it catches any of the lights. Music is playing loudly, but not so loud that you can’t think, and the skyline looks gorgeous.

“Okay, this was worth it,” you murmur to your friend as she laughs at your expression.

“And just think, you haven’t even seen any of the cute boys! Speaking of…” It’s her turn to go wide eyed as Hyunjin makes his way over to the two of you, pulling Roxanne into a side hug.

“Hey, glad you could make it! You’re Roxanne’s best friend, right?” You nod, smiling at the fact that he remembered you. “Well welcome, food and drinks are over there…beware the punch, Minho made it REALLY strong, but if that’s your thing, be my guest,” he laughs, eyes sparkling as he makes eye contact with Roxanne. “If you need anything, come find me and let me know. Otherwise enjoy!” As he moves to walk away, some form of nonverbal communication happens between him and your best friend and she moves to follow behind him, turning to you.

“Will you be okay? I know you didn’t want to come originally.” She looks uncertain, bouncing from one foot to the other. You nod emphatically, shooing her away towards the black haired man that had just left. She smiles and slips away into the crowd of people, leaving you to wander towards the outskirts of the party. 

You’re truly content to linger here, people watching. You see Roxanne and Hyunjin dancing goofily to some song put on by the DJ, also one of Hyunjin’s friends. The sight makes you smile, though you can feel a small pit open up in your stomach that makes you look away. The feeling has nothing to do with Roxanne or Hyunjin…rather just a stinging reminder of your last relationship. 3 years, what feels like wasted. You used to look like your best friend, smiling and laughing at silly jokes, not afraid to look dumb in front of strangers, eyes sparkling. That was until your ex-boyfriend broke things off, simply stating that he had fallen out of love with you. Nothing that you did, nothing you could have done, just…nothing. 

That was about 6 months ago, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had avoided social outings to avoid seeing other couples. It made you feel awful to get upset over seeing your best friend happy, but you couldn’t help the way you felt, right? Right? The night air sweeps across your bare legs, making you shiver and bringing you back into the present. You decide to make your way to the drink table, pouring beer into a plastic cup after seeing the only other option was Minho’s punch. You take your drink back to the outskirts of the party, this time choosing to look out over the cityscape. You’re nursing the beer painfully slowly, slightly grimacing every time you take a sip over the taste. It’s strange, you think to yourself…there are thousands of other people in the city, all living their lives separately but also interconnected by the fact that they live in the same place.

“...come here often?” A low voice asks close to your ear, causing you to drop your cup in surprise. As it hits the ground, two hands wrap themselves around your waist, unceremoniously pulling you away from the lukewarm liquid now splashing everywhere. 

“Are you okay?” the same low voice asks, prompting you to turn and see a man about your age with short black hair, standing a couple inches shorter than you.

“Yeah, I’m fine I think,” you look down at your outfit, miraculously beer-free other than a couple of errant droplets on your boots. The stranger follows your gaze, noticing the liquid. He holds up a finger to you, runs off and reappears a second later with napkins in his hand. He then kneels on the ground, sopping up the remains of your drink. 

“You don’t have to…it’s not-” you start, feeling extremely awkward that someone you don’t know is cleaning your shoes.

“It’s not a big deal, I made you spill so it’s only fair that I clean up the mess I caused,” he looks up with a smile. “You probably will still want to run over it with a damp cloth when you get home because it’ll be sticky, but you should be set for the rest of the party.” He stands up again, dusting dirt off his knees. “I’m Changbin, by the way. I would re-ask if you come here often, but we see how well that went over the first time. Also I would remember seeing someone as pretty as you before,” his smile reappears even wider as he reaches a hand out to you, which you grab and shake.

“Thanks for…for cleaning my boots, I guess,” you stammer, not really sure how to respond. 

“No problem,” he responds, unfazed by your awkwardness. “What were you doing over here alone? Are you okay?” His brow furrows in concern.

“No, I just…I mean, I’m fine! Parties just aren’t my thing really. Well, not lately anyway. My friend asked me to come,” you finish lamely, running your hands through your hair.

“You’re a good friend then,” Changbin says matter of factly. “Can I join you? I just needed a break from dancing.” It’s then you notice his flushed cheeks, sweat dampening his brow. He’s got his shirt sleeves rolled and pushed up, where they strain against his arm muscles that you didn’t pay attention to before. You nod.

The two of you are silent for a moment, looking out at the city again, the wind gently ruffling your hair.

“Isn’t it weird to think there are thousands of humans in this city, just living their lives separately? But then we’re all connected because we all live here?” Changbin’s voice breaks the silence. You turn to him, mouth open.

“What?! You cannot tell me that that isn’t weird!” he exclaims. 

“That’s literally what I was thinking right before you came up and talked to me,” you breathe, not believing what you’re hearing.

“No way, that’s so cool!” Changbin laughs, the end turning into a little giggle which in turn makes you laugh. “I know you’re not laughing at me right now…” his eyes narrow at you, though the smile remains on his face.

“...your laugh is cute,” you murmur quietly, knowing that you’re turning red as you say it out loud.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Changbin cups a hand around his ear, leaning towards you as if to hear you better. “My ass is cute? How forward of you, we just met!”

You burn an even darker crimson. “I said your laugh is cute!!” Your voice is raised, almost as loud as the music. 

“I know, I’m just messing with you. I do have a cute ass though,” he giggles again, making you laugh as well. “Dance with me.” Your eyebrows shoot up.

“I don’t-”

“Please? I made you spill your drink, let me make it up to you. Dance with me, and I’ll get you another drink. You don’t even have to talk to me anymore after that if you don’t want to.” He looks at you, eyes sparkling…it may be the drinks that you’re sure he’s had, but he seems serious.

“Fine.”

“Yes!!” he pumps his fist triumphantly, then grabs your hand, slotting his fingers between yours to lead you through the crowd to the dancefloor.

A song is fading as you make your way to an empty spot, with the DJ hitting play on a familiar tune as Changbin spins you around. 

“I LOVE THIS SONG!!” you exclaim, more energetically than you had felt all night. Changbin’s eyes light up as he sees you let loose, not caring what anyone thinks as you jump up and down. You’re impressed as well, he dances much better than you expected, and surprisingly knows how to move his hips.

One song turns into five, the drink forgotten and the two of you are screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs while dancing. The DJ suddenly switches the mood, lowering the lights and starting a slow song.

“The party must be ending soon,” you breathe heavily, exhausted from dancing.

“Yeah,” Changbin agrees, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck. He almost looks shy. “Do you wanna…dance still?” He holds out his hand to you.

To your own surprise, you take his offer and step closer to him. He gently places his hands on your waist and you loosely place yours around his neck. The two of you sway in place quietly, occasionally with Changbin spinning you out and bringing you back to him. Towards the end of the song, he spins you out and tugs you back slightly too roughly, your hands crashing into his chest. His hands tighten around your back to steady you, bringing you even closer to him.

“You okay?” he breathes, worry clouding his vision. All you can manage is a noise that is in the affirmative, entirely too distracted by the hard planes of his chest underneath his shirt.

“Are you sure?” His head is cocked to the side, not sure that he believes you.

“You must workout a lot,” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.

He laughs loudly. “I do, actually. Meet Jut and Dae.” He flexes his chest muscles as he says this, making them jump underneath your hands. You pull your hands away quickly, embarrassed. “Hey, you’re okay…don’t be embarrassed, I worked hard on my body, I don’t mind you pointing it out,” he reassures you. As you make eye contact, he gives you a small smirk.

The smirk fades as the song does, and he suddenly looks embarrassed himself. “Would you maybe want to go to the gym with me sometime?” he asks. 

“I haven’t worked out in months, I don’t know…” 

“You don’t have to work out if you don’t want to, you can just watch the gun show if you want.” The smirk is back, and you can tell he’s not being serious.

“I’d like to see Jut and Dae in action, yeah,” you finally respond, shocked at your own boldness.

The smirk becomes a full-blown smile. “It’s a date,” he whispers in your ear and walks away, just as Roxanne comes bounding up to you.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you! Let’s go home, I can give you all the gossip on the way there.” You smile and nod, following her towards the stairs. You look back towards the party, but Changbin is nowhere to be seen.

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On the twenty minute walk home, Roxanne regaled you with all of the drama between her and Hyunjin…it wasn’t really that dramatic, she just enjoyed being dramatic. Fair, seeing as she and Hyunjin both worked for a fine arts collective. It basically boiled down to them casually dating and seeing where things went, but based on her story and your own intuition, you sensed that it probably wouldn’t be long until they were official.

“So how was your night?” Roxanne prods, both figuratively and literally poking her finger into your side as you approach your apartment complex. 

“It was fine, I’m glad you had fun,” you smile tiredly. Your friend raises an eyebrow at you, preparing to poke you again.

“I saw you with some guy, who was he? You looked like you were having a good time…”

“Yeah, I was. His name’s Changbin.”

“Ooh, he’s one of Hyunjin’s friends!! He’s a cutie…and he’s super buff,” Roxanne whistles.

“...I noticed,” you laugh. “I have a gym date with him next week.”

“WHAT?!” You swear if she had a drink, it would have been spit all over you.

Your eyes darken. “Is it that hard to believe that I have a date?”

“No, I mean, just…after what happened, I-I’m happy for you! Hyunjin speaks really highly of him, so he must be a good guy. I want to know all the details!”

You nod while yawning, bidding her goodbye at your door.

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The next week or so passes by without much to report, just work as usual. You’d realized that you and Changbin hadn’t exchanged numbers at the party, which was disappointing…but you barely knew him. You’d get over it. That is until the Thursday after the party, you get a message to come to the front desk of your office for a delivery. 

Weird. You hadn’t ordered any supplies, and you had brought your lunch from home today. You walk to the front, only to be met with the receptionist holding out a humongous bouquet of flowers towards you. 

You take them from her, flabbergasted at the blooms in front of you as you walk them back to your desk. You place them down, searching around the large amount of daisies in multiple hues for a card of some kind. You finally find one, dragging out a small notecard. 

‘I forgot to get your number at the party, so I asked Hyunjin for help to get these to you. I hope you’re having an amazing week, here’s my number if you still want a ticket to the gun show this weekend. ;) -XO, Changbin’

You smile at Changbin’s phone number scrawled messily underneath his message, pulling out your phone to text him thank you for the flowers. Your phone pings with a reply message a few minutes later.

Changbin (3:27 PM): You’re very welcome, I’m just glad they got to the right place! Woulda been embarrassing if Hyunjin pranked me. Do you still want to go to the gym with me, then?

Y/N (3:30 PM): Absolutely! When were you thinking? 

Changbin (3:41 PM): Saturday morning, 10AM? We can go for lunch afterwards if you want as well, my treat!

Y/N (3:50 PM): Sounds perfect, see you then!

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Saturday morning arrives in no time, and you’re attempting to pack a gym bag that makes sense. It would make more sense if you knew where you were going after your workout.

A dress? Maybe too fancy. A romper? The whole bathroom situation of it all makes you shake your head no. You eventually settle on a pair of jeans and a flowy tank top, hurriedly shoving toiletries and shoes in the bag as well before looking at yourself in the mirror. Black leggings and a sporty tank, your hair thrown up into a messy topknot. Barely any makeup because you’re working out. You’re not sure how you feel about the look, but you’re about to be sweaty so you shrug at yourself and head out the door.

Changbin is waiting for you outside the gym, holding the door open as you approach. “After you, madam,” he smiles, ushering you inside.

He leads you to the weights area and explains his circuit plan to you. “I figure I can spot you when you lift, and my buddy Chan can spot me if I need it.” He gestures over to one of the trainers across the room. “After we go through a couple of sets, we can do cardio…I’ll probably run on the treadmill, but you can do whatever you prefer. Sound good?” You nod, following him over to the bench press. Oh good, the thing you’ll probably be the worst at, considering your arms have the strength of a chicken’s. An already cooked chicken. You sit and slide yourself under the bar and Changbin stands behind you. From this angle, you can see just how massive his chest and arms are. You can’t help but get flustered as he helps you lift the bare bar off the rack, gently coaching you through a set. You then switch places, watching him in awe lift 150 lbs while his friend Chan spots him.

The date continues with him showing you around the gym, spotting you, correcting your form with light touches to your back and waist when needed. Though innocent, every time his hand brushes across your body it feels like fire.

“Time for cardio!” Changbin crows, oblivious to you watching him do squats. You snap out of your reverie, following him to the opposite side of the gym, collecting your Kindle out of your bag on the way. “I’m probably gonna run 2-3 miles and then I’ll come find you, okay?” He trots a few machines over to a treadmill while you climb onto an elliptical and open the book you had been reading. You glance over to him, only to see him waving goofily at you as he gets the treadmill going up to the speed he wants. You turn back to your book, getting easily engrossed as you start exercising.

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“...must be really good if you didn’t hear me calling your name three times.”

Your eyes dart up to Changbin, who’s standing in front of your machine, eyes sparkling with mirth. 

“Sorry, I just…yeah, it is good,” you laugh sheepishly, slowing down and stepping off the elliptical.

“What is it?” he asks, lifting your Kindle off the machine, his eyes starting to scan the page before you can reach out to stop him. You just stand there, watching his eyes go wider as they make their way line by line down the page.

He lets out a low whistle. “Wow babe, if you were into this kind of stuff you just had to tell me,” he says with a wink.

“That’s rich coming from someone whose ears are as red as a stop sign right now,” you laugh. Changbin’s eyes scrunch up as he lets out a barking laugh.

“Fine, you caught me…but don’t think I’ll forget that you read smut while you’re working out.”

It’s your turn to wink at him.

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

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Lunch is delicious-Changbin takes you to get sushi, and your outfit is the perfect balance between nice and casual. He walks you to your apartment afterwards, leaning in to give you a hug goodbye. You surprise him by landing a kiss on his cheek. 

“Thanks for a really nice date, I had a great time,” you beam. 

“Anytime, I had a great time too…and I mean anytime. Like, would you be interested in a second date?” Changbin’s ears have gone red again.

“What did you have in mind?” you tease him.

“Maybe we could go to a bookstore or something since you like to read? And a walk at sunset afterwards?”

It feels like your heart could just burst…you step closer to him, breath fanning out over his mouth. It’s so unlike you to be this open with your feelings this early, but Changbin just makes things easy.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, wide eyes searching yours as you move seemingly closer. You tease your lips over his, barely touching, until he surges forward, capturing your mouth with his own. You break apart after a few moments, breathless.

Your eyes are slightly hooded as you make eye contact again, nodding your head. “That’s a yes, loverboy.” He smiles into the kiss as you move forward connecting your mouths again. It’s not long before he’s mouthing at your jawline and onto your neck, moving his way towards your exposed collarbone.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he breathes into your skin between kisses. Your back now against your door, caution thrown to the wind and you don’t care if any of your neighbors see you. “So…pretty…” You’re almost positive you’ll have marks on your collarbone in the morning for the world to see. Changbin’s hands have been on your waist this whole time, sending searing heat through your whole body, and he moves them now towards your ass, squeezing somehow roughly and gently at the same time. You let out a small moan that he swallows as he reconnects his mouth to yours. The moan becomes a yelp as you feel him lift you completely off the ground into his arms with little to no struggle. “Let me take care of you, beautiful,” he murmurs into your ear, sending goosebumps up and down your body.

You lean back slightly, your eyes connecting with his hazy, lust-filled ones. “Changbin, we shouldn’t…I can’t…” You see realization dawn across his face.

“I mean let me take care of you in every way.” He whispers it, like it’s a secret. “I want to spend time with you, cook with you, send you flowers just because it’s a Tuesday. Will you let me?”

“You already sent me flowers, silly.” The smile on his face is so pretty as he looks at you, it makes your heart ache.

“Yeah, but that was a Thursday, not a Tuesday.” He’s smug as he stares up at you, still supported by his arms and the door. “So what do you say?”

“I say…you should let me down before someone sees us,” you laugh.

“You didn’t seem to care about that too much a few minutes ago, now did you, pretty?” His eyes twinkle mischievously as he leans forward, peppering a few kisses across your jawline. His touch makes you sigh almost instantaneously and you lean your forehead against his.

“I will not confirm nor deny that fact,” you laugh, his mouth connecting with yours again.

“Let me take care of you the way you deserve…like a queen.” You hum contentedly as he kisses you, sliding you down the door and back on your feet.

“Does that make you a king?” you smile.

“Only if I’m king of your heart,” he flexes his bicep, and you can’t help but giggle at his silliness.

“Your laugh is cute,” he states matter-of-factly, calling back to the night you first met.

“Yeah? Well your ass is cute,” you smirk, reaching behind him to give it a smack.

“Hey!! That’s my line!” he pouts good-naturedly as you lean in to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight, Changbin,” you smile coquettishly, unlocking your door and slowly making your way inside your apartment.

“Hey-” he places his hand inside the doorframe, stopping it from completely closing. “I mean it, I want to treat you like you deserve. In every way.” You lean your head against the door, smiling dopily at his statement. “...and when I say every way, if you ever want to try whatever that fairy prince was doing in your book, all I’m saying is I’m down.” He lifts his hands in an ‘I surrender’ posture. You laugh, which causes him to break down in a fit of giggles.

“We’ll see, Romeo…we’ll see.” He pumps his fist in triumph at your answer, leaning forward through the door frame for one last kiss that he sighs into as he draws away. You watch as he starts to descend the staircase of your complex, looking back over his shoulder to look at you one last time before he leaves.

“Goodnight, my queen.” 

And with that, he’s gone…and you can’t wait until you see him again.

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Vox x Fem!Strong!SnakeDemon!OC

Hi, I'm a fan of Hazbin Hotel and this is my first fan fic I ever posted online. My english is not very good as it's not my first language, but I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Pairing: Vox x Strong Female Snake Demon

Type: Third-person POV

Warning: Cussing/foul language, Killing

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First Met

Beware the gaze of the golden eyes of a white serpent,

for within its beauty lies enchantment,

and one may forever be swallowed by its mystic allure.

This poem has been spread across hell for the past five decades, strange enough no one has seen this white serpent before nor have they heard its voice. Some overlord seems like they know something, but they refuse to talk about it. Alastor, the radio demon even made this as a topic in his radio broadcast. But the discussion about this poem slowed down as time passed by, only those who saw the white serpent before still remember its beauty.

* * * *

On a fine morning in hell, the sky is filled with crimson red, every where is filled with death and violence.

Waking up to screams from outside, Vanessa gets up from her bed and stretches her white, body with perfect shape, then slowly walks to the bathroom to get herself ready. After that, she turned on the radio to listen to her favourite radio DJ and also an acquaintance of hers, Alastor. She enjoys listening to his voice, and some topics he’s talking about very much. Vanessa then poured herself a milk and cereal and scrolled through her phone to read the latest news and gossip.

Then there’s a notification pop up mentioning Velvette sent her an invitation. She opens up and has a look: it’s an invitation to her upcoming fashion show, which is today.

As a close friend to one of the overlord, she never shows her face to the public and brag to others about it, because she doesn't want to be the attention and also doesn’t want to take advantage of this status. There are many times Velvette tried to convince her to be on the camera as her model for her clothes, but she refused. Luckily Velvette is “kind” enough to respect her choice, but sometimes both of them will quarrel because of this, as Velvette thinks it is really wasted for not showing her beauty.

Vanessa’s eye twitches when she sees the date is today and then sighs.

As demanding as always… Vanessa thinks to herself and chuckles. Taps on the accept button, and receives a QR code for letting her go through the backdoor to visit Velvette.

Luckily today she’s on leave.

* * * *

In the evening, Vanessa wears her best dress and attends the show. Sure enough, the fashion show is held by one of the mighty Vees, so there are a lot of demons there. Media press taking photos non stop at the invited celebrities who walk on the red carpet, competing with each other who have the best clothing.

Looking at those, Vanessa scoffs and walks to the other way, which is the backdoor of the Vees building. After security scans her QR code, they let her in.

She visited Velvette many times, so she made herself through doors and doors until she arrived at Velvette’s studio. She can hear the yelling voice from Velvette & the runway director.

Vanessa opens the door and sure enough, she sees Velvette yelling at one of her assistants on the whereabouts of one of her models. She stands quietly from a distance to wait for Velvette to finish her yelling, then stands in to call her.

“Hey Velv!” Vanessa walks towards her and waves her hand.

"Nessie! I'm so glad you're here!" Velvette exclaimed as she saw Vanessa, walked to her, gave her a big hug and a few kisses on her cheek.

"How’s the show going on?" Vanessa asked.

“Urghh, don’t even mention it! One of the bitches stood me up! And now I’m lacking one model!” Velvette exclaimed, turning around holding her head.

“That sucks.” Vanessa replied.

Suddenly, Velvette turns back to Vanessa, looks at her from head to toe then lets out a grin. 

“DON’T even think about it!” Knowing what she’s thinking, Vanessa sticks out her finger to Velvette, then crosses her arm.

“Come on, Nessie. Just this one time! Please~!” Velvette begged her with a watery eye.

After looking at her watery eyes for quite some time, Vanessa let out a big sigh.

“Alright, just this one time. You know I can’t say no to those eyes.” Vanessa smiled and gently pinched Velvette’s cheek.

“But don’t get your hope high, I haven’t been on the runway for a long time.”

“Oh darling, I know you can do it! Love you so much!” Velvette gives some kisses on Vanessa’s cheek, then commands the make-up artist to put makeup on Vanessa and prepare her dress in a dressing room.

While Vanessa is having her make-up in the dressing room, Velvette continues to direct the other models to walk the runway and change clothes.

"Velvette! I see you're busy!" A TV head man came and asked with a big smile on his flat TV screen.

"Why the fuck are you here? Vox." Velvette stares at him.

Vox shrug his shoulder and said: 

"Nothing, just checking out. I assume things are under control?"

Hearing Vox say it with an easy tone, Velvette explodes and yells at his face.

"Under control my ass! Your little friend is fucking around with my top runway model and they are not done yet!"

When she wanted to continue the rant, Vanessa came out from the dressing room wearing a dress that doesn’t fit her so well, but it still looks stunning on her.

“Velv, I’m done here. I think we just need to pin some of the cloth up.” Vanessa calls up to her.

"Oh my gosh, Nessie darling! You look gorgeous! I knew this dress was meant for you!" Velvette's attention immediately caught Vanessa and she couldn't help herself to give Vanessa a big hug. Then using her power to lift up some clothes and pin at the side of the dress, showing some of her thigh, but not too much.

Vox's attention got caught by this beautiful lady too. She is stunning with her fitting dress that suits her white skin and her beautiful green eyes caught his attention too. It's a shame the other side of her face got covered by her hair, but this doesn't ruin her beauty.

As Velvette is explaining to her on the schedule, Vox walks to them.

"Velvette, mind to introduce her?" Vox asked, trying to be polite in front of a lady.

Vanessa was shocked by Vox's appearance as she didn't expect there would be someone here. But she knows who this flat TV demon is.

"Ugh! Fuck off! She's not available right now!" Velvette annoyingly flings her hand to ask Vox to go away.

Vanessa looks at Vox without saying a word, then turns to Velvette to listen to what she says.

Ugh, grabbing the attention from the TV demon is not good...

Although disturbed by Vox's affectionate stare, Vanessa decides to put it aside for a moment while focusing herself to get ready for the runway.

Vox sees that both ladies are busy with their own schedule, so he decides to go back to the front to enjoy the runway show. After all, the night is still long.

* * * *

As the curtains open, Vanessa takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Focusing on the up beating fashion music, ignoring the chit chattering of the crowd.

Back to the front row of seats, Vox eagerly waited for Vanessa to appear on the runway. Suddenly, a tall pink coat guy walks past him, and sits beside Vox with a cigarette in his hand.

“Done fucking with those whores? Val.” Vox asks the man beside him.

“Oh, those puta are just a bunch of mildly entertaining holes. Nothing interesting.” Valentino takes a puff on his cigarette.

“You look like you’re interested in something. Is there something that caught your eye?” After letting out a smoke, Valentino asks with a grin on his face.

“Oh, Val! Since when have I'm interested in looking at these fashion runway shows?” Denying it, Vox takes champagne from the staff and has a sip.

Suddenly the lights went down, all the spotlight focusing on the stage. As the curtain opens, Vanessa walks out from backstage, lifting her head up high, putting her hands on her beautiful hip and doing the catwalk.

At first, no one pays attention to her, until she walks past them. The entire audience were stunned by her beautiful white, fair skin and the beige dress that shines around her and fits nicely to her pretty body. Almost all people can’t stop looking at her in awe, wondering who she is as they have never seen her as a model before.

“Woo, stunning isn’t she!” Even a playboy like Valentino is impressed by her beauty.

“Vox?” He calls for the man beside, surprised by his dumbfounded look, then lets out a grin. 

Looks like someone has fallen for her.

Vox totally got attracted by Vanessa’s catwalk, despite he rarely watches any fashion runway show, because is just a bunch of bitches wearing some daring clothes and waiting for demons who have higher status to fuck them. But this… This is truly a beauty! She held her head up high, like an arrogant empress, despised anything or anyone below her.

His eyes can’t stop following her as she walks backstage.

“Are you back now?” Valentino asks him, using his cigarette to lightly knock on Vox’s TV head.

“Ugh! Fuck off!” Vox waves away Valentino’s cigarette.

Valentino laughs and smokes again.

Not long after, all the runway models walked out from the curtain for the final walk. At last, Vanessa came out holding hands with her friend, Velvette. The walkshow officially ended with some speech from Velvette thanking everyone for attending, but did not mention anything about her friend who was standing beside her.

As the party started, Velvette gave her friend a big hug, thanking her again for her help at the runway.

“Come on, Nessie, you should join the party!” Velvette said to her while pulling her hand, inviting her to join the party.

“I’ll pass, Velv. You know I don’t like places like this.” Vanessa said insecurely.

“Relax, I will keep you safe! I got a private corner just for you and me. The party will be fun.” Velvette keeps persuading her.

After a few moments, Vanessa let out a big sigh again and said “Well, I think I could use it for two drinks.”

“Lovely! Let’s go!” Holding her hand out from the backstage.

* * * *

Both of them walked to the after show party venue, the other demons saw the beautiful lady, but they dared not go near her because of Velvette, which Vanessa is really grateful for. Both of them walk to a couch at the corner of the room with a pole in the middle, then grab two champagnes from one of the waiters who’s serving them, and they toast to each other.

“Thanks so much again, babe. I couldn’t imagine how it would be without you!” Velvette thanked Vanessa.

“No problem. Just make sure this is the last time!”

“So, uh, what are you gonna do about the girl who skipped the runway?” Vanessa asks as she spins the champagne glass.

“Well, she’s gonna fucking pay for almost ruin my show!” Velvette lets out an ominous aura as she speaks.

“Uh-huh…”

“Hey, check out this meme…” Velvette shows Vanessa some meme that she found on Voxtagram and laughs together.

On the other hand, Vox is socializing with a demon, but he can’t stop thinking of that beautiful demon girl. Wanting to look for her, but the other demon keeps bugging him and introduces him to other girls. Some models even push themselves to him. Feeling frustrated, but to keep up his image, he still entertained some of them until he roughly glanced through the other side of the room and got fixated by Velvette and Vanessa who’s sitting at the corner, taking selfies.

Vox then hooks Valentino, who’s trying to hook up with a girl by his shoulder and drags him along.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” Valentino exclaimed.

“Just shut the fuck up and follow me!” Vox threatened.

Confused, Valentino then saw the direction that both of them were going is towards Velvette and Vanessa, then let out a mischievous grin.

As the two ladies were enjoying themselves with selfies and playing with many silly and goofy filters, they heard Vox’s voice.

“Velvette, congratulations on this successful runway show!” Vox approach both of them, trying to get himself look confident and charming even though he’s nervous as fuck right now.

“Urghh! Didn’t you see we’re having a girl's moment here?” Velvette rolled her eyes.

“Aww, don’t leave us behind.” Valentino chuckles.

“Pfft, talk to someone who almost ruined my show.” Velvette rolls her eyes and scoffs.

“Come on now, baby girl, I’ll give some of my contract souls to make it up for you.” Valentino helps himself by sitting next to Velvette and exhaling the smoke.

“That’s more like it.”

While Valentino is distracting Velvette from Vanessa, this gives Vox a chance to speak with her personally. Vanessa takes out a cigarette from her pocket and puts it in her mouth. Suddenly, a spark ignites at the tip of the cigarette with a love shape.

“Let me do that for you, my dear.” Vox said to the dumbfounded girl, who turned to him.

“Erm, thanks.” Feeling awkward, Vanessa thanked him.

“What’s your name?” Vox asked.

“Vanessa. It’s nice to meet you in person, Mr. Vox.” Vanessa gave her name out of courtesy.

“Please, just Vox.” Vox gently grabs her hand and lands a kiss at the back of her hand, and also gives an affectionate stare.

Vanessa is totally dumbfounded by his action and doesn't know what and how to react. Of course she knows what Vox is trying to hint at, but she never thought that the big man himself would be so direct to her.

“O…kay, if that’s what you want.” Vanessa pulls her hand away from Vox awkwardly, then takes a deep breath on the cigarette and breathes out.

Shit, she’s so hot when she smokes!

“So, what’s your deal with Velvette?” Vox leans his back against the couch.

Notice that Vox is trying to hit on Vanessa, she quickly interrupts both of them by hooking Vanessa close to her.

“We go way back! She’s the first demon I met in hell. Ever since then, we have been besties!” As Velvette speaks, she squeezes Vanessa in her arm.

“Since she’s a “bestie” of yours, how come I never saw her in the building? I wouldn’t miss such a beauty.” Valentino asks.

“Well, most of the time, we will hang out at my place. So I seldom step foot to Velvette’s place.” Vanessa explained.

And also because it is the mighty Vee’s place. Aware that her own beauty will attract more unwanted attention, she doesn't want to make a scene.

“I see. Well, it will be such a waste to hide your beauty, Vanessa. I can make you famous within 1 minute after you’re on my talk show. It would be faster if you show the other face of yours.” Vox gently touches Vanessa’s face, trying to lift up the hair that’s covering one of her eyes.

Realizing what he is trying to do, Vanessa backs up from him and grabs his hand firmly.

“Don’t you fucking lift my hair up!” Vanessa lets out a stern warning with her round pupils turning from round to straight line, some scales slowly forming around her eyes.

Vox is totally dumbfounded by her stern action, all he wanted to do is to see what’s underneath her hair. He then released himself from her grip.

“My apologies, I crossed over.” Vox apologies to her.

“Apologies accepted, and I appreciate your offer very much, but I’m comfortable with what I have now.” Vanessa smiles and turns down his offer.

“Hah! You hit the jackpot if she’s on screen.” Velvette scoffs.

“Velv, you know I don’t like being attention.” Vanessa laughs and lightly pinch her cheeks with her back facing Vox.

“Fuck off.” Velvette moves her cheek away from Vanessa and drinks a shot.

Vox stares at Velvette, hinting her to stop interrupting him and Vanessa. But Velvette raises her eyebrow, with her right hand holding a glass, her left hand secretly gives him a middle finger.

Fuck no she’s gonna let Vox go near to Vanessa! She knows Vox too well for being a jerk and making use of his hypnosis power. Once he gets to know Vanessa more and gets her soul, everything will go down afterwards. Not that she doesn't trust Vanessa, she couldn’t bear to see her bestie falling for a guy like him and failing miserably in the end, then living in despair and pain.

Vox eyes twitch, ignoring Velvette’s glare, he continues to have a chat with Vanessa. Although Valentino is trying to distract Velvette to keep interrupting Vox, sometimes it doesn’t work out. She will budge into the conversation and distract Vanessa away from him.

Of course Vanessa knows what the other two Vees are trying to do and Velvette is protecting her from Vox, but she can’t help but admit that Vox is a charmer, good talker and also a good listener. Sometimes she will get carried away by him, but once she realizes Vox is trying to use his hypnosis power on her, she will either pretend to take a sip on the champagne to avoid his gaze or talk to Velvette.

After a few hours of hanging out with the Vees, Vanessa puts on her long coat and says: “Welp, I should get going now.”

“Leaving so soon? The party just started.” A slight disappointment ran through Vox’s face.

“Aww, why don’t you stay a little longer? You can stay at Velvette’s place.” Valentino says.

“It’s ok, I have a work shift tomorrow morning.” Vanessa answers Valentino with a smile, putting her phone in her messenger bag. Velvette also stands up, wanting to court her to exit.

“Let me escort you home.” Vox stands up and takes out his phone from his pocket, wanting to call his driver.

“Come on! She’s not the weak woman you think she is!” Velvette crossed her arm, rolling her eyes to the back.

“There’s no need to do this, Vox. I will be fine walking home.” Vanessa politely refused him.

They later bid each other farewell, then Velvette sent her to the exit door.

After both ladies walk away, Vox sits down on the couch looking frustrated, gulping in a bottle of whiskey like it was water.

“Looks like your chiquita is not interested in you.” Valentino says it with a big grin after puffing out his smoke.

“Shut the fuck up, Val!” Vox curses at him.

“That bitch thinks she can run away from me huh? I’ll show her who’s really in charge!” After drinking up his bottle of whiskey, he storms away.

Velvette returned to her seat after sending Vanessa off, and she saw Vox storming away.

“The fuck is wrong with him?”

“Well, your little amiga gives him a cold shoulder, so he’s pissed and definitely up for no good.” Valentino answered.

“Hah! Good luck dealing with Nessie! She’s not as weak as you guys think.” Velvette scoffs and drinks her champagne and turns to Valentino with a grin.

“Why do you think she can survive in hell for almost five decades without regenerating once?”

Valentino was shocked at Velvette’s statement. For a sinner who is not an overlord, it’s very rare for them to not regenerate even once, when they enter this shitty hell. From the moment he saw Vanessa, he knew immediately this girl is too prideful to become one of his girls, also there’s something more about her, especially the thing that she tries to hide under hair.

This is going to be interesting!

* * * *

Vanessa takes her time walking back to her home, enjoying the night city scene around her. Blasting music from the club and the subtle jazz music coming from another pub, she enjoys every moment of walking back home, makes her relax and to unwind. Except for the screaming sound from some random demons killing each other. But without her realizing, some demon gangsters already set eyes on her, giving each other hints, and they move their way to follow her. Not only that, the CCTV around her turns to follow her footsteps as she’s walking.

When Vanessa walks into an alley, the demons that follow her are so happy that they cornered her, because that alley is a dead end. There’s no way a weak woman like her can get away from ten of them. They can’t wait to have a taste of her.

Vanessa stops when she reaches the dead end with no other demons, except for the ten demons who follow her.

“There’s no way to run, bitch!” One of the demons grin as he speaks.

“Now be a good girl and…” Before the other demon can finish his word, Vanessa lets out a big sigh.

“Here I thought I could have a peaceful night on my way home…” She tilted her head looking at the night sky.

“Without having blood stains on me.” Then she murmured at this sentence.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You think you can get away from us?”

Right after finishing his sentence, he immediately got penetrated by a huge object. It was so fast that the others couldn’t catch a glimpse of what it was, until that demon got yanked to Vanessa’s direction and got lifted high, only they realized what it was.

It’s a huge white snake tail coming out from Vanessa’s sacrum, penetrating through the abdomen of that demon, with blood dripping from his wound. The other demons were stunned by this situation and confused, it all happened so fast they couldn’t have time to process.

“To answer your question there…” Vanessa speaks and they move their gaze to her.

“I can get away from all of you.” She answers with a gentle smile, and some scales slowly forming around her eyes. Together with the painful moaning of the other impaled demons, it’s very peculiar and contrasting from her gentle smile.

She then controls the tail to toss the demon away, hitting the walls hard, leaving a huge hole.

“But you’ll need to pay the price.”

* * * *

Vox stormed into his rooms, filled with various sizes of screens and monitors, displaying each and every corner of the Pentagram city from CCTV. He sits down on his chair and starts to track Vanessa’s whereabouts. He is the overlord and the TV demon, and has eyes everywhere. No one can run away from him!

Finally he tracked down Vanessa walking on the street alone, then controlled the CCTV around her to see where she was going. Then he saw ten demons following her, and got shocked when they walked into an alley with a dead end, where there is no CCTV in there.

Don’t they dare fucking touch her! She’s mine!

Got furious, he quickly goes into the camera system in his room and teleports to the nearest CCTV from the alley, then briskly walks there. He thought that he would see the worst, but was stunned by what he saw.

Vanessa’s tail choke on one of the demons, then forcefully make him kneel down on his knee and look down on him in the eyes.

“You look like a nice guy, guess I’ll make your death easier than your other friends.” Vanessa said.

“Please! I’ll give you my soul! Just don’t kill me!” The demon pleaded with tears.

“Shhh!” Vanessa put her finger to her lips. Then kneel down in front of him, and gently hold his sobbing face.

“Just relax, OK? It will be quick.” Vanessa comforts him and lifts her hair that covers her eyes, showing a bright golden colour snake pupil and looks him in the eye. As soon as the demon gazes into her golden eye, his eyes go blank and his body relaxes, then his breathing stops.

Seeing that the demon is gone for good, Vanessa let go of his lifeless body and let down her hair to cover back. She then takes out a cigarette and lit it up.

Blood splatter everywhere, dismembered bodies of some demons, demons with big holes in their abdomen, walls with huge holes, a huge white tail coming out from her sacrum, more importantly one of the demons died when he looked her into her hidden eyes. All this happens right in front of Vox’s eyes, he then suddenly remembers a poem from Zestial decades ago: An enigma and powerful demon arises from this realm, who is not interested in both soul trading and becoming an overlord.

Looketh not into the gilded eyes of white serpent, for thou shalt ensnared by its beauty, and thy breath may forsake for eternity.

This is what Zestial and the people warned him about.

He can’t help himself by letting out a huge grin of amusement, he never thought the mysterious powerful demon is right beside him and is a close friend with one of his business partners. He then moved himself to the alley.

“I must say I’m impressed!” Vox claps his hand, approaching her.

Vanessa turns to him with a cold expression.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“I was worried about you, my dear. I saw these pricks following you into an alley, so I came to have a look.” Vox looks at his nail and puts both hands on his back.

“Why don’t you just say you’re stalking me?” Vanessa smirks and rolls her eyes, then keeps her tail back in her body.

“You’re not going to kill me?” Vox asked.

“Please, I know I am no match for an overlord like you. And I don’t think you overlords are chatterboxes.” Vanessa tidies up her attire and says.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t keep this as a secret?” Vox then put his hand on his hip and asked.

Vanessa picks up her bag on the ground and walks toward him. When she’s in front of him, she grabs the lapel of his coat and yanks it to her, forcing Vox to lower down his body and look into her scowling golden eyes.

Feeling dizzy at first, then a sudden pain struck his head, making him tilt back his body, but he couldn’t tilt back much because of Vanessa’s grip.

“I have killed pricks and bitches for this attitude you’re giving me, you’re lucky you are one of Velv’s important business partners! So, I’m asking you ONE. MORE. TIME!” Vanessa growls at him, then takes a puff of her cigarette, and exhales hard, trying to calm herself down.

“Will you keep this a secret just like the others do?” Vanessa gave him a smile and asked gently, but still grabbed his coat.

The pain in Vox's head conquered him so bad, he couldn’t utter a word nor process what’s happening. In the end, he could only lightly nod his head to her words.

“Good boy.” As she “praises” him, she held his chin, and lightly rubbed her thumb against his TV screen. Then she pushes him away, distancing herself from him, covering back her golden eyes.

As soon as he leaves Vanessa’s gaze, the pain subside, leaving him confused and panting. He then looked in Vanessa’s direction, he saw an aura of a huge white snake coming out from her back, letting out its tongue and hissing at him. Although she’s casually smoking her cigarette, he knows that she hasn't let her guard down, giving him a warning. That’s her true form! He fully understood why no one talks about her for the past five decades, and it remains as a rumour or a myth. It’s because anyone who knows about this can never speak about it anymore.

He was furious, with sparks sparkling on his antenna and his left eye turning spiral, ready to teach this bitch a lesson. No one has ever disrespect and challenged him like this, other than that smiling freak! But as soon as he set eyes on her beautiful face…

FUCK! He is so hard right now!

Instead of being mad, he grins and stands straight, giving a small pat on his crumpled coat. He then opened up his arm and shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright, you have my word.”

“Thank you.” She then walked past him.

Suddenly, she got yanked by a strong grip and hit on a broad chest. Before she knew it, she saw an inverted wifi signal icon in front of her, then her face got lifted up by blue claws to meet Vox’s affectionate gaze.

“But surely I will get something in return for helping you to keep this as a secret, won’t I?” With his hand on her waist, holding her closer to him, the static on his left eyes activated, trying to hypnotize her into agreeing with what he said. He knows his hypnotism will fail, but he just wanted to tease her, and to have a closer look at her beautiful face.

Vanessa stuns for a moment, then she smirks and lightly pushes herself away from him.

“Your hypnotization won’t work on me.” She laughs.

“As a matter of fact, this is NOT a request, it’s a COMMAND.” Then narrow her eyes to give him another warning.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really need to head back home now. I have a work shift tomorrow morning.” She turns around and walks away, leaving Vox behind.

Vox watches her leave with a huge grin. He can’t help but start to think about the next step of getting closer to her and to know more of her past life. Most important thing is to make her his.

Oh, he can’t wait to let this bitch moan under him and begging for more of him!

[taekeofyourclothes]

hold me, love me. (for)

pairing v x stripper!reader conspectus there will be no good man to ever walk this earth again, every single one of them is bad; all they ever do is hurt you but with taehyung.. he hurts too good to be bad. word count 1.3k words notes mentions of: explicit language, alcohol, drugs, and implicit nsfw themes (MINORS BEWARE>:^(()- lightly inspired by closer(2004), iykyk already - happy reading!!

the purple mixed with blue hues of smoke that clouded your gaze as your hips swayed to the sensual tunes being played by the dj, gave you a delicious taste of liberty - sad to say it would only be so quick, now that you're back here.. up on this stage, dolled-up and dancing for men that want nothing more than to fuck you senseless and leave you in tears - it was an infuriating truth really, but you've grown indifferent to the idea.

after having worked almost a year in this bar, you've slowly accepted that all of them were vile pieces of shit - no exceptions: not the bartender who was decent to you, not even your guy friends at school who respected what you had to do, most especially not the guys who insensitively teased you for it, and most especially not your favorite actor. no man will ever be good! at this point - jesus, the gays, and everyone else in time eventually fit into that "bad" mold you originally only made for men..

all the good in this world really just went poof and dissapeared, you could barely remember the last good thing that happened to you - the thought compels you to sigh as you take the last dip of your routine holding the pole that stood pristine, a cacophony of your male fans cheer watching their money that held on for dear life in your panties and giggle to themselves at the thought of having their hand so near the very thing they craved in life. you give them one last finger bite you'd know they'd go insane for, before the lights shut down and you hurriedly collect the money that fell from your skimpy underwear to then head into the makeup room where the rest of the girls are heavily breathing.

"you good, girl?" sweetest girl in this hellhole, gigi asked you with a hand on your hip - look of genuine concern colored her eyes.. "always mommy." the indirect response making her snort and playfully roll her eyes, "oh y/n.. i can't with you!" she feigned annoyance while simultaneously gently handing you a glass of water and rubbing your back in comfort, you graciously accepted and took a few deep breaths in.

a few beats pass and you feel that same feeling you did again on stage gradually embrace you, having you at ease until you hear that stingy and irritating voice of your manager - "wake up, mathilda. you have a regular waiting in room 3. go, now." the name no longer confused you, and you were back to the same bold person on stage - you rushed a thankful adieu to gigi for her kind gift of hydration before rushing to the room where he had probably been waiting for you awhile.

you open the door to see an old face, speak of the devil - it's taehyung. "hey mathilda." he says manspreading, his shirt opened with a hand holding a glass of recioto; eyes tinted with fond longing, tinted with dark longing. "taehyung.. you've come to see me.. again." he chuckles at this, "why? you tired of me already, mattie?" you smirk but internally flush at his poisonous charms.

"i'd never be tired of you, taehyung." you neared him with a coy look and lied, but the light that dimmed in his eyes told you he knew; sipping the red wine wistfully. "i've always been honest with you, mat. why do you like lying to me, even your name - mathilda, is that even your real name? are you even my good little girl?" his breath reeked of more than the wine as he dared to almost kiss you, lips inches apart itching to wrap in each others warmth.

"me? taehyungie.. i don't like lying to you.. i love it." you'd cockily admit, which made him raise a brow - the very last sip of his wine slipping into his lips down his throat, you were envious of that red liquid; oh how you wished it was you instead.. which you wanted badly, driving you to add more fuel to the fire:

"and yes i am your good little girl.." he places down now empty glass, a subtle smile and a light pink colors his cheeks though his true feelings are unclear with his eyes looking away from you, this only moves you to continue:

"my name? you're right, it's not mathilda.." his eyes return to look at you with his favorite coy expression painted on your face he yearned to look at for the rest of his lifetime.

"hey daddy, i'm y/n. it's nice to finally meet you." a beat passes. "taehyungie? daddy? you naughty little girl." you smile devilishly, the smile everyone loved but him, taehyung for one was extremely infatuated by it - by your entirety.

another beat passes and he brings himself to question you: "if i asked you to, would you kiss me?" the two of you looked down the near proximity between your lips.

"if you asked, i would have to call security." you reminded him of the no touching policy, you attempt to remain indifferent but failing to do so as he adorably pouted and looked away, bringing you to smile adoringly - taehyung circles the room distancing from you, it's a little pang to the heart but it wasn't like the many small pains that hurt you greatly more than once before - it was a pain you pathetically enjoyed, though it killed you to admit it.

"strip." taehyung demanded, his voice husky and soothing to which you proudly obliged. his first official request, no what ifs or could you's - you wondered where he'd find the balls to finally ask of you to properly do your job, amusing yourself whilst you amuse him.

the color of the brunette's eyes saturate beholding your stature, astonished at the perfection you are. you fail not to blush at this but grandly he was too fixated on your beauty to notice, it was an odd feeling that has never occured before which had you fear the sentiment but also compare it to the freedom you felt slightly on that stage realizing how similar it was. his hands hover over the curves of your figure fighting the urge to hold you, love you, and touch you, he couldn't risk being discarded now that he's seen this piece of art he could not bring himself to stop looking at.

you let the feeling finally take over and the ecstatic embrace of freedom breaks you from all burdens and you open up to taehyung like the previous sessions he's had with you, you touched his chest feeling him and your eyes meet with equivalent hunger. the green light entices you to inch closer and closer with no more regard for company policy and the two of you finally kiss.

you could no longer remember what happened next - it was all a blur, but that feeling of freedom remains embedded to every inch in your body. mostly now, that taehyung holds you in his arms like he wanted to protect you from all the bad things in the world, like he'd probably always dreamed of; the way you'd dream of one day being held by someone. and you loved that, you treasured resting on his chest looking up to his peacefully slumbering visage and feeling content as you realize that even with the existence of bad men there's taehyung to alleviate the thoughts of them and help you escape.

he was no different from the men that wished to bed you in the eyes of others really, but to you... he has made you rethink of this idea you set on men, he had made you feel real, and taehyung was first to actually do so. you'd like to stray from his arms now, but you'd love to stay.. and so you close your eyes and almost levitate from the rebirth of life in your body that he's allowed you to feel again in so long.

© live laugh love kim taehyung, good boy.

[lovekz]

french kiss (11)

syn ->  rindou has a crush on his older brother’s best friend. and literally doesn’t know how to express his feelings. but when ran isn’t available and you come to him for advice, he has an idea.  

beware of.. self-degrading, violence, depression, past suicidal thoughts

this chapter is going to be very heavy. if you are triggered towards these kind’s of topics, i do suggest skipping to towards the end.

~

it was the next day. izana had left after he spoke with rindou, saying something about visiting that little bastard with the surname sano.

rindou had gone to buy a few new things for his dj set, despite the heavy rain happening outside.

two individuals, however, decided going outside wasn’t on the to do list today.

the rain made perfect weather for ran and kakucho to stay in bed not to mention having some sweet morning sex.

ran laid on kakucho’s arm comfortably as he scrolled through the numerous apps on his phone.

“we should make breakfast.” kakucho suggested, peeling his eyes away from his phone and looking at ran.

ran looked at him with a confused look, before sighing dramatically and leaning into kakucho.

“why not just order? i wanna stay in bed until rin gets back.” ran mumbled, speaking into his jaw.

kakucho rolled his eyes and pulled ran on top of him, smiling at him softly and ignoring ran’s complaints of it being cold. 

“nuh uh. i wanna cook for you.” kakucho said, squeezing his hips gently.

ran laid down and wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck, placing loving kisses along kakucho’s jawline.

“don’t gotta, yknow? could just stay with right here me.” ran hummed against his throat, looking up at him.

“yeah? why?” kakucho whispered, pulling him up properly and cupping his cheeks.

ran pretended to think, looking up at his lashes to be even more dramatic.

“i’m kinda hungry for something else.” ran cooed quietly, allowing kakucho to bring his face closer.

“excuse me?” a voice called out from the hallway, throwing the bedroom door open harshly.

ran grabbed kakucho’s hands and removed it from his face, sitting up with slight confusion.

the man that stood in the doorway was one that matched ran’s height, fiery violet eyes glaring into his own.

his father.

ran didn’t rush, only standing up and pulling a pair of sweats on. “kakucho. you should head out.” ran muttered, not taking his eyes off the man before him.

his father showing up was never a good sign.

~

rindou sighed as he looked at the pouring rain from inside of the store. it said it would stop around 11:30 and not begin again until 2.

it was currently 12:31 in the afternoon.

he couldn’t stay out in weather like this anymore. if he did, he would probably get sick.

rindou’s phone buzzed and he looked down at it, hoping it was the weather app to say rain was stopping soon.

but it wasn’t. the notification read ‘aniki -_-’ in bold letters. 

[12:32pm] aniki -_- : don’t come home.

rindou scoffed at the message and tucked his phone into his pocket, pulling his hood over his head before beginning to head out of the rain.

he hadn’t known if ran was still mad at him for trying to fight izana, eating his wings that were in the fridge, or he was doing a deep clean.

or well, kakucho was doing a deep clean. ran wouldn’t even try.

rindou put his brand new things for his dj set into the passenger seat and began to drive off.

“sorry ran, but it’s either rain or the flu.” rindou muttered, fixing his glasses and squinting.

he had to try and see through the rain in order to avoid getting into a serious car accident.

~

when rindou made it back home, he booked it into the house with his things in the shop’s bag.

he heard a few things stumble upstairs, before it’d gotten silent.

“rindou? is that you?” ran called out, more than likely muffled because of the door he was behind.

“yeah.” rindou called out, making his way upstairs after taking his soaked hood and shoes off.

before he can make it up the stairs, a door slammed and locked. rindou raised his eyebrow and placed his bag on the step.

“g-go out rindou! do something with your life!” ran yelled out in a panic, more shuffling happen behind the door.

rindou acknowledged the door as the bathroom door. the one aside from their own bathrooms.

“you got the stomach virus again?” rindou teased, continuing to make his way upstairs with his things.

why was ran in that bathroom? the only time that bathroom had been used was if one of them was hurt.

realization and curiosity struck rindou almost immediately.

did ran get hurt while he was gone?

rindou dropped his things near his door and walked over to the bathroom, tugging on the door knob.

it was locked, still no response from ran either.

rindou pulled out a bobby pin holding a strand of hair up and used it to pick the lock as silently as possible.

when it clicked, he tossed the door open and seen ran sitting on the floor. his head was hidden by his lap.

“oh my- go away rindou! fuck!” ran yelled out, sniffling harshly, and holding his hands over his head.

how bad was he hurt?

rindou rushed over to him with worry, forcing his brother to face him.

when he was able to face him, rindou had finally noticed all the missing inches from his hair.

“..ran.” rindou whispered, looking around the messy bathroom.

scissors stood out on the floor, messy chunks of hair scattered around on the tiled floor as well.

“does- does it look good? do i look uglier than i did?” ran whimpered, bottom lip wobbling as though he were a child once more.

one look in ran’s eyes and suddenly, rindou was 12 again.

he was a twelve year old chasing after his elder brother, who was diagnosed with severe depression.

in the middle of dinner that night ran had revealed to his family that he had romantic feelings for the same gender.

that also ended up being the night that he told his twelve year old little brother that he was going to ‘touch base with the stars’ soon.

when twelve year old rindou realized what that had meant, he chased him down the block barefoot, screaming to the top of his lungs.

“aniki please! don’t do this!” young rindou had sobbed, feet stinging and chest heaving.

ran had always been the fastest, and rindouhad asthma, but that never slowed him down. his brother was trying to leave him.

his only brother.

“go home and leave me alone rindou!” younger ran yelled out, turning into the alleyway.

rindou still chased after him, his feet beginning to throb with every step he took.

by now, rindou was in tears and he couldn’t see straight, leaving him to collapse on his knees and let out a loud wail for his aniki.

the boy prayed loudly, begging whatever god was out there to not take his brother away from him.

apologizing for all the times he’d snitched when they were younger. apologizing for ruining his homework. apologizing for making a mess and blaming it on him.

but most importantly.

apologizing for being the worst little brother he could be in this shitty family.

ran paused in his steps and turned back to his brother, gathering him in his arms and sobbing with him.

ran had took him home and stayed the entire night. rindou wouldn’t stop sobbing and wouldn’t leave his brother alone.

not even to use the bathroom or take a shower to freshen up.

not even when his father demanded he stopped and even raised a hand to him.

rindou hadn’t known this at the time, but he was what kept ran alive and pushing forward all these years.

but seeing him like this, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

rindou didn’t know what happened while he was gone, but he was gonna try to find out.

and he was painfully aware he couldn’t do it alone.

~

you sat on the counter looking at ran with a pitied smile, placing the hair scissors down onto the counter.

“do you like it?” you asked softly, showing him the hand mirror you brought over with you in a rush.

ran looked at himself, wiping his eyes and sniffling. “i look horrible.” ran muttered, pushing the mirror away.

no one knew if he was talking about the amount of hair he had on his head, or the state his face was in now.

you frowned, turning to rindou for a bit of advice. rindou didn’t even know how to respond to that.

“no you don’t. the prettiest boy i’ve seen.” you said to him, softly carding your hand through his now short hair. 

ran sniffled again, pulling away and looking at rindou with an unreadable expression.

he had let the two of you know what happened and why he looked so ‘horrible’.

their father had caught ran and kakucho in bed together, and it got a bit physical.

the father got really angry and ended up cutting ran’s hair in the middle of the fight while cursing at him.

letting him know that he was no longer apart of the family and he was going to die sooner or later.

rindou fixed his posture and walked over to his brother, wrapping his arm around him and turning to the bigger mirror.

“you look great.” rindou complimented quickly, looking up at him.

ran looked at himself in the mirror with a sorry expression. he looked empty.

“long hair or not. gay or straight. you are always my brother. always apart of the haitani brothers.” rindou spoke, letting him go.

“i’m proud to call you my aniki.” rindou chuckled, nudging him playfully.

that brought even a hint of a smile to ran’s face, nudging him back.

rindou looked up at ran, and then over to you who was still sitting on the counter. you were watching the two interact with a smile.

ran turned around and looked at you, before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“thank you.” ran muttered into your neck, not wanting to make eye contact with you even a little bit.

rindou could understand why he felt embarrassed.

especially when it came to you.

“i told you. even if we’re not on speaking terms. i’m here for you.” you whispered, hugging him back just as tight.

ran nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale of the perfume you were currently wearing, along with the smell of rain.

ran got you that perfume on one of your unnecessary shopping sprees.

“fuck I love you two. so much.” ran sighed, pulling you and rindou into a bone crushing hug.

he was still wearing that bittersweet smile.

something was on ran haitani’s mind, and rindou feared of what it was.

~

after everything calmed down, you had stayed the night and got a change of clothes as the weather got worse and worse.

it was 2:37 in the morning when you’d finally fallen asleep in Ran’s bed.

the owner of the comfy mattress, however, couldn’t find it in him to rest.

so he got up and made his way to his younger brother’s room.

thankfully, rindou was up playing some video game shion had lent him last time he was at the house.

“hey.” ran called from the crack of the door, before walking in.

rindou jerked his chin up as a greeting, eyes not leaving the game.

ran took a seat on rindou’s bed, laying back and sighing quietly.

“can we talk?” ran asked, tossing a hand over his eyes.

“if it’s about the old man, ion wanna talk about it.” rindou replied, chewing on a vanilla wafer.

it was a common topic.

the father of the haitani brothers would fuck over the eldest and leave him upset.

in return, ran would go on a hideous rant about what he needs to do.

it’s all forgotten by the next day though, so rindou didn’t pay too much attention to it.

but the next words that left ran’s mouth scared rindou entirely.

“I think it’s time we finally get out of here.” 

(yall we almost at the end!)

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[fanfiction4sooya]

Talking about period sex I wanna share something that hopefully is not too gross 🫣 but the first time I was able to take penetration was when I was on my period and it was so much easier I swear! And the orgasm was like heaven for the cramps so 100% would recommend

See? period sex is good and healthy and it actually feels even better than regular sex, you just need to beware of infections so trim your nails people!! (

TRIM. YOUR. NAILS.

(actually always trim them if you are going full on dj on someone else's disc, please)

[beezonia]

I’m in my ever after x twisted wonderland x monster high vibes again

I’m gonna spam and I’m not sorry!!!

Have some head cannons and I guess this is part one until I get time to write this fully and flesh the ideas out

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Melody and Riddle do not get along at first, with melody’s music and riddles strictness they just don’t mesh well

Vill and Operetta both bond over their shared love off theatre, they tend to have jam sessions where they just sing their favourite songs

Jack, Leona, Cerise and Ramona become like siblings they are always fucking bickering especially Leona and Ramona

Maddie and ace are absolutely nuts together, they get up to all sorts of shit so beware of them

Malleus and Rochelle bond over their love for gargoyles and architecture they become quite close and Rochelle makes sure to invite Mal everywhere

Sebek and Duchess are a force to be reckoned with when they are together

Pls they will shout the house down and not care

Clawdeen gets put in Pomefiore and she gets so much inspiration from the students and their different styles

Draculara and sliver bond even if they have slightly opposing personalities.

Howleen and epel are force’s to be reckoned with especially with their teenage rebellion phases

Ginger and trey are absolutely best friends, they bake together, they visit cafes together. THEY ARE GLUED TO THE HIP

Frankie and MC bond over being accidental protagonists

Cleo and vill are like frenemies they love to compare jewellery though

iida and melody end up making like a mixtape together at some point

Crowley makes sure to get melody to DJ at any big party nrc has

Bunny and cater become fast friends, he helps bunny with her anxiety

Azul and meeshel slowly learn to trust each other and become good friends

Operetta plays music specifically on a Tuesday afternoon at the monstro lounge

Floyd becomes very interested in venus to him she’s like a very beautiful sea plant

Iida meets robecca and is extremely intrigued by how she functions so it ends up with him asking her a bunch of questions and one is if he could meet her father

Raven and jamil get along quite well and just end up ranting to each other sometimes

Kalim and Blondie are the ultimate party animals especially if briar is there as well

Lilia and faybelle have this sort of familial connection due to her being able to sense extremely strong fae

He takes her under his wing (her and sebek argue a hell of a lot but it’s okay)

Cupid is sort of a mix of happy and scared, her friends from both schools are seeing both her sides

She and cater start up a podcast thing (pretty much like the one in why do ghouls fall in love)

Cupid and rook are an especially odd pair, he flirts and she does not like how cheap he sounds

Briar finally gets the courage to tell apple exactly how she feels with the Diasomnia gang backing her up

She actually starts hanging around a lot more with cerise and lizzie

Lizzie and riddle get along like a house on fire

It’s a lot of “off with your head”

Alistair meets with bunny, elissabat and jade every now and again to discuss the literature of their worlds

Ashlynn and Hunter are a lot more open with their relationship in twisted wonderland

The light music club becomes extremely more chaotic when jackson, operetta and Raven join

They hold concerts every two weeks on the Thursday

Blondie vlogs her experience

Ginger gets inspiration for new recipes

Briar throws the coolest parties with MC’s and Divius’s help

Kitty and Chenya are long lost siblings?!

Raven slowly heals with the help of trein who becomes like a parent to her

Robecca makes some cool new stuff for herself and ortho

Melody gets to make new tunes that don’t have to be a specific sound

Clawdeen and divius are the event stylists

He even asks her to collaborate with him for his next collection

Frankie learns even more new things

Whisp is here to cause trouble along with valentine

Gigi ends up becoming close friends with jamil and kalim

Jillian shows of her climbing skills and everyone is like we need her on the team

Cerise gets to join the track team without being scared of her heritage

Overall most of the kids get to heal and have a normal teenage life (except for the overblots and what not)

[moonogre]

Kaiba’s eyes flicked again to Jonouchi’s vacant desk. He needed to get onto him urgently.  Where was he?  Jonouchi’s familiar words sprung in his mind, as if in response: There you are! I was looking for you. And then an image, clear as day: the school rooftop, bright under the late spring sun.     Kaiba was never one to entertain visions as credible leads… but something about this drew his conviction. He looked at his watch– they were ten minutes from the bell. More than enough time to corner Jonouchi into his bidding, if the boy was idling around on the roof as he suspected. He stood.  “Thank you,” he said to Yugi, and had almost departed on his search before he found himself delayed by Yugi’s response.  “No worries, Kaiba-kun! And congratulations, on yesterday. It’s never easy to go up against Jonouchi. I can tell you really gave it your all!” Kaiba studied Yugi’s heartfelt expression for a moment. Wide-eyed, naive, believing. He returned the compliment with a cold smile.  “If you say so.” And then he left for the roof. He wouldn’t waste his breath to remind them that he could keep Jonouchi beneath him without a thought.  

Instability Theory

Kaiba’s declining mental state is jeopordising KaibaCorp’s most ambitious project yet. Jonouchi hasn’t seen his dad for weeks now and is starting to worry. They can probably help each other out, if they can get their issues out of the way first. A violet fairytale. Sci-Fi; Hurt/Comfort.

Read Chapter Two on Archive of Our Own.

Pairings: Jonouchi Katsuya & Kaiba Seto

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: This story is a dark one, so please beware. Future chapters will revolve around distressing subject matter concerning child abuse and CSA. This chapter is tagged for light self-harm, guns, mention of suicide and mention of animal deaths in the context of medical experiments.

Status: Chapter 2/?; 21,782 words.

Tags: daddy issues, rampant paranoia, sad boy saviour complex, malfunctioning virtual reality, hallucinations, enemies to lovers, fairytale allegories, strange dream sequences, bizarre dissociative internal monologues, marathon sex (eventually), canon inspired, character study

Playlist

This is DJ mixed as a continuous set on Soundcloud and runs 104 minutes. If that is (quite understandably) too much of a time commitment, the playlist has been curated for your ease on Spotify.

For lovers of: dark folk, darkwave, dreampop, electronica, post-punk, shoegaze, synthwave.