#English Knives & Daggers

[kultofathena]

Tod Cutler – English / Italian Baselard 14th – 15th Cent.

This Baselard from Tod Cutler has a rigid blade of tempered EN45 high carbon steel and a very thick and reinforced tang and the grip is formed from polished wood scales which are sturdily pinned and directly to the tang for a secure construction. The dagger is paired with a durable sheath of quality leather with stitched construction, lacing to tie it to a belt and a finishing chape of brass.

A very popular Medieval dagger that could be found from Scotland to Italy and all places between. The Baselard had some regional variations and the one reproduced here by Tod Cutler is of a style popular in Italy and England. The broad H-shape grip gives a secure handhold and gives plenty of support for the thrust or make a disarm much more difficult. The blade is stiffened at its base with a hexagonal cross section which transitions to a diamond cross section. The long and stiff blade is designed to puncture handily through thick clothing or to be used as a lever to work its way into and through the weakpoints of an armored harness.

[okkotsushi]

Sae Itoshi x GN! Reader x Rin Itoshi

Synopsis: Your wedding day took a twist for the worse, but you did not mind one bit.

tw: reader has anger issues, mentions of a wedding/religious traditions, hints of reader being married against her own will, reader is wearing a dress

Given that you were much younger than the groom standing tall adjacent to you, you were now experiencing what it means to be wedded.

Indeed, the current day of your marriage was subpar in contrast to the wedding day that you swore your inner, younger self that you would achieve. Yet, the choice of venue was not all that disastrous; the roses greatly adorning the elegant venue of the hotel that your "fiancé" had chose, the crimson clashing beautifully with the romantic ambiance. The china were just as luxurious as the tables they were laid upon, knives and spoons glinting under the said lights.

He really went all out. It made you even more angry.

You looked at the ginger-haired footballer who gave you a ghost of a smile. His eyes scanned your whole figure, not leaving one part unseen. Huffing out a dreamy sigh, Sae turned to the ordained man and waited obediently for his word, as if though he was waiting all his life for this moment.

Verily, the young man was infatuated with you– no, he fell completely in love.

Initially, when he first set his turquoise eyes on your stature, he scoffed and dismissed you as lukewarm. Not like you initially were his friend, you were merely visiting Rin Itoshi– the boy you were paired up with for the English project. There was no doubt that the younger Itoshi was skilled in that field, and you were (as Sae previously stated) lukewarm at best. Hence, it was but fit for you to be paired up.

You were set to meet up at 5:00 pm– you came at 4:50 pm. Your hands rose to the door, the house seemingly quiet and abandoned. But to your demise, Sae Itoshi, the world-renowned football player, unlocked the door. Lifting your line of vision from the doormat to greet your classmate, you let out a small gasp as you spot the tall man behind the door.

"Who's there?" All raspy, as he eyed you with his usual annoyed visage.

You were quick to note that this man was not one for friendly chitchat, so you quickly stated your name and reason for your visit; your manner almost akin to that of a nervous soldier addressing the higher-ups.

"Rin's not here yet." He claimed coldly. Before you could open your mouth and give an honest solution, Sae abruptly slammed the door–leaving you all alone outside his abode. Now, anger was simply an understatement of what you felt in that specific moment. You were furious.

As a result, you lifted your hands again; only this time, you balled your fists even harder and banged till the noise was even more deafening than the sound of the door slamming. In a rushed fashion, Sae immediately opened the door and glared daggers at you. Yet, that was not your concern; your face showed nothing but a livid and sour expression. You approached the eldest Itoshi with a similar glare and spat out,

"Just because you're known for playing with balls doesn't mean you have the fucking right to slam the door in someone's face." you uttered out as calmly as possibly, though it was a clear challenge and indicator that you were not exactly serene.

Sae stood speechless. He froze as he was not used to someone scolding him like that (except his coaches). He, then, accepted his defeat and let out a deep exhale as he opened the door widely for you to come in.

You settled onto the burgundy couch that was situated in front of the brightly-lit flat screen. There was a playback of some football match, displaying side commentary and analysis beside every player. Raising an eyebrow, you truly did not understand this wholly passion for football with the Itoshi Brothers.

The ginger quickly got hold of the remote and abruptly turned off the television. He, then, sat on the opposite side of the couch— his turquoise eyes analyzing every part of your figure, as if he was evaluating you.

You turned to look at the man, intrigued by his sudden silence. You held your hands crossed against your chest, giving the impression that you were not exactly fond of the man. Making himself more comfortable, he spread his legs wider and placed his elbows on top of his knees; in a crouching position.

He continued to set his eyes upon you—time passing as if it froze.

5:30 display boldly through the screen of your phone. The tension rendered impossible to bear; you sighed, turning off your phone and stood up from your seat. Futhermore, your longing to leave was getting impatient; so you headed to the door.

Right before you extended your hand to grab the doorknob, your whole body was pulled back in swift motion. Sae grabbed your other arm and pulled you back to face him. His facial expression showing nothing but nonchalance as he kept his hand fixed on your arm. You were taken aback.

“Weren’t you the one who insisted in coming in? You can’t back out now, (Y/n).”

Anyone with a pair of functioning eyes would spot the close proximity between you and the latter. As he spoke his words laced with sarcasm, he inched closer with every sentence. Now, he was the one who left you speechless. With his hand still glued to your arm, his breath was now audible due to his closeness; your (e/c) eyes switching back and forth from his face to his arm. Yes, you were furious with the man, but it was no doubt that his beauty captivated you. In that moment, you truly understood why Sae Itoshi was popular among the ladies.

As you kept staring into each other’s eyes, the doorknob rustled—in rushed a very sweaty Rin.

You quickly detached from Sae’s grasp to turn and greet your classmate who wore a skeptical look on his worn-out face. Sweat glistening from his face to his shoulders, hair wet from practice, the blue-haired footballer took note of your presence and let out a small “wait for me” whilst dashing to his room.

Clearly, embarrassment was the fit word for this occasion, but Sae did not seem to wear a similar expression. A small smirk was sketched upon his face, as if proud of his small act. Emotions were starting to clash; on one hand, you were still extremely livid with Sae’s act of rudeness, but on the other hand, his delicate touch left you pondering for more.

“I’m going to wait for Rin in his room.” You uttered out, hoping that the latter finished his shower and was waiting for you to show up in his room. As you faced away from Sae, your eyes locked shut and your mouth akin, as you walked slowly to Rin’s chamber.

As you were flustered (and still mildly upset) from his previous act, the former could not be said to Sae Itoshi.

In fact, in all of his trainee years, Sae was seen as a prodigy—an idol. One that was adored by fans all around the world. He knew their interest in him was only materialistic, as he was shown to be a multi-millionaire at such a young age. He would solemnly swear not to date any of his fangirls, for they were only interested in his net-worth. With that, Sae grew disgusted at the thought of ever building a relationship with someone. He would always get special treatment, always given the easy way out.

But, when he saw how you did not accept any disrespect from him—regardless of his status, his heart pounded.

Reminiscing the day you first met was, but an orthodox method that all brides must experience on their wedding day.

Sae—his eyes constantly roaming your figure—gave you a small smile. The organ's keys playing a symphonic melody, the constant chatter emitting from the guests , and the priest standing in between you, all faded to blur; all but resulting from the smile Sae bothered to show. In almost all of the years you have interacted with him, never had he twitched his lips upwards for the likes of you. But yet, standing tall and proud was the footballer you were bound to marry.

Verily, it would be abnormal for him to not smile on his big day, would it not?

Clearing his throat, the priest snapped you of your trance, turning to look straight into him. As the crowd stood up, the priest exclaimed the following words,

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony."

You gulped, Sae remaining unfazed.

"Sae, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Without any sign of hesitation, Sae breathed out a simple ‘I do’.

As the ordained man nodded his head, he turned to look at you and posed the aforementioned question now to you,

"(Y/n), do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

You froze. “I-

“I OBJECT!”

the gasps echoed in unison; the crowd looked to the person responsible for this claim.

There, on the other end of the luxurious aisle, stood long, muscular blue haired man— wearing a jet-black tuxedo with a blue tie that matches his hair and eyes.

Rin marched towards you, snaking his arms around your waist. You look up to stare at him, befuddled over the whole situation. The younger Itoshi simply looked down—locking eyes with your own. In an instant, Rin clashed his own lips into yours, clinging and bringing your body closer to his.

He huffed out a small sigh in between your lips, before pulling away.

Rin Itoshi, the man who stole your heart way before you met Sae, had completely crashed the wedding.

But you, as the bride of the said wedding, did not mind one bit.

A/N: This is way outta of my comfort zone, THIS HAD NOT BEEN PROOFREAD NOR FACT-CHECKED PLEASE IGNORE ALL INACCURACIES IN THE CHARACTERS AND THE SETTING, THANK YOU

[sullygoofy]

𝐍𝐆𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐔 𝐎𝐄 pt.1

(avatar | human) JAKE SULLY X MALE (na'vi) READER

. i can't believe i did this. english isn't my first language. long one-shot!!

"Bold italics" = Na'vi "Normal" = English

YOU CLICKED YOUR TONGUE IN ANNOYANCE , jumping from tree to tree with multiple throwing knives clutched tightly in your three fingers. While the leaves of the tree you're in hide you, you observe the na'vi down below. He had the same blue skin as yours, patterns almost identical to that of a regular na'vi's— but you know that isn't what he is. As the chiefs son, you're well acquainted with many forest na'vi, and yet you cannot recognize the one below.

Perhaps it's because strange clothing covered his body, or because he walked around as if he were a newborn baby (fortunately even na'vi babies walk around better than him), and he stared at everything as if he were captivated by it— as if it were his first time seeing such things

And you knew it in that moment,

he is not one of your kind.

"Another demon." You spit the word out with so much venom, your hold tightening around your knives as you stare at the demon.

You don't know why the aliens think that you na'vi —real na'vi— would ever fall for a trick such as that. Those demons would never be true na'vi, they could try to look like one but they'd never know how to become one, they'd never know the heart of one.

They wouldn't understand the way of a na'vi, the devotees to the great Ewya. They would not share the same respect and care for your forest.

Humans only knew how to take and destroy, to break and to steal, they are filled with ignorance and greed. They do not properly think— and now they're assuming that they can just peacefully come into your forest!

Your hate for humans will continue to pulse through your blue veins. They took both of your sister's lives, for no apparent reason.

Sylwanin, Neytiri.

Their names rung through your head, and you felt your throat tighten up. The sounds of gunshots rang through your ears, but you knew it was not real. The ringing in your ears was not real, and the blood that now covered your hands was not real either.

I'm sorry, sisters.

You took a steady breath out, placing your hand on your chest as you tried to calm down your breathing, closing your eyes while doing so. Something your mother had taught to you, and you were forever grateful for her.

Once your breathing completely stilled, you looked back to the demon on your grounds. He still lingered along, observing the different plants. While he was distracted, you pulled back your hand, dagger held tightly, aimed perfectly at his heart and you were ready to throw, before Ewya had whispered to you.

The whisper of Ewya had landed on the tip of your knife, and you couldn't fathom why Ewya would want a demon like him alive. You clenched your hand tighter on the dagger, releasing a frustrated growl before releasing the dagger, purposely missing the most vital organ, his heart.

You watched with great satisfaction as the knife had grazed the demon's right cheek, enough to leave a scar for sure.

"I'm sorry Ewya." You truly meant it, but it's not like you had greatly injured the demon, so all was to be fine.

You felt horrible, but also relieved. Ewya's voice had slightly touched your nose, and you knew you had already earned her forgiveness.

You couldn't help it, you needed to see the demon's blood spill, and maybe Ewya understood.

"Ah shit! What the fuck?" The demon groaned, holding his cheek as his wide eyes turned to your direction. Thankfully he could not see you from all the plants that camouflaged you, but he looked extremely startled. You felt pride swell up in your chest as you internally congratulated yourself.

Now, startled and bleeding slightly, this demon should go back to where he came from. He should leave now— away from your people. Perhaps this would even be a message to the humans, that you na'vi would start to go for more violent methods.

But a graze on the cheek wouldn't do the job..

You, either way, had done a good job of protecting your people from harms way.

"Stupid demon.."

You didn't feel all too happy, because not a moment later the demon had ran off further into the forest, to your great and immense displeasure.

It seems now you'd have to keep your eye on him, so he does not wander further. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, not expecting to spend your time babysitting...

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JAKE HAS DONE MANY STUPID THINGS IN HIS LIFETIME, that he could admit, and perhaps running off while on an entire planet unknown to him was one of them.. He knew Norm would get on his ass if he damaged this avatar body further. It hasn't even been five minutes until Jake was attacked by a dagger, seemingly from out of nowhere.

With a sigh, Jake got comfortable and started to make a fire, he'd have to make sure this body is fine until he can switch back. While doing so, he heard bushes rustle and creatures chirping. In this body Jake was so much more. His hearing was increased, and he could finally walk and run.

It was his ultimate dream. Pandora was a beautiful place, but he couldn't get too comfortable because even with its beauty it was still incredibly dangerous.

Jake stopped what he was doing once a pack of wolfs— viper wolfs as Grace had called them once, came into his view. He held a torch firmly in his grasp, in hopes of intimidating the beasts, but it wasn't working. "Shit.."

Jake cursed, before yelling and swearing at the wolfs, they still stayed in place until they approached the male with a snarl.

"Shit ! Get back, ya wanna piece of this?"

Before one of them could jump at the demon you came down from your hiding spot, ears on alert and a hiss coming from your mouth as you barred your sharp teeth to the viper wolf. You skillfully dodged it's attacks, pushing your knives deep into their hearts and weak points. By the end of it your chest was painted a crimson red, and blood splatters were evident on your face— running down your jaw as if you'd even taken a bite out of one of the Viper wolfs, which you probably had done.

Jake was frightened, and in awe of the na'vi before him. The dark night illuminated your glowing eyes, and the blood surrounding your mouth was the most menacing visual Jake had the pleasure of seeing.

You brought your hand up to your mouth and wiped at the blood, although it didn't do much— considering your hands were also covered in the red liquid.

Sylwanin and Neytiri had used bows, and now you could understand why. Knives were up close and personal, and they'd leave you a bloody mess in the end. But perhaps having your entire being coated in your kills blood was what made you so prideful as you puffed out your chest and glared at the demon na'vi in front of you. A true, intimidating na'vi— you.

YOU were the most enchanting sight to the ex-marines eyes. Maybe it was the way you were coated in blood, or the way you looked like a true warrior while standing before him. Jake's tail swayed slightly, and he could hear his heart thumping— and he's sure you can hear it to with the way your ears flutter at each beat.

Bump,

bump,

bump.

"Than— thank you." Jake said, and all you did was hiss in response.

"You skxáwng! Foolish! Urgh!"

A great first impression, really. But that's how Jake managed to get an 'in' with your clan— by being himself, an idiot. Because if he wasn't in danger, you wouldn't have interacted with him otherwise.

You still couldn't understand why Ewya wanted him alive.

After that encounter, you had taken Jake to your clan, seeing as though Eywa had told you so. He would've been dead if it weren't for your great mother, and you didn't particularly enjoy having to teach him the way of a na'vi (as per your mother, Mo'at's, request).

"Jake Sully, you listen?"

"Mmh."

You could tell he was distracted as he watched your nimble fingers play around with your dagger, and you could only click your tongue— something Jake noticed you did often in his presence.

"Skxáwng." You grumbled, and you noticed the way his ears seemed to perk up at the word. It was not like he could understand half of the words that came out of your mouth, since he is even distracted when you try to teach him basic phrases.

"'M not an skxáwng," Jake watched with great pleasure as your eyes seemed to widen at what he had said. "You— where did you learn that?" You questioned, and Jake didn't miss the way your tail lightly swayed behind you. You came up close to him, until your tail snaked around his leg.

With a tight grip on his leg, you had pulled him closer with your cat-like tail, and your eyes still stared at him with wonder.

"I learnt from Grace."

"Grace?" It was a whisper, but given how close the two of you were Jake could clearly hear what you had said. A confused tone was evident in your voice.

"Mm.. You're always calling me skxáwng, so I asked what it meant."

You let out a scoff, stepping away from Jake once you heard the familiar sound of hooves trotting by.

Tsu'tey's here.

Jake seemed to realize this too, and you noticed the way his ears fell flat against his head at this own realization, you chuckled at that.

"My brother! You still wasting time teaching this demon our ways? Why don't you join me for a ride— it's been awhile." Tsu'tey asked, tilting his head as he stared at both you and Jake. "Leave this demon," He said, now in English, most likely to push on Jake's buttons.

You chuckled once more, staring at Jake as he let out a scoff.

"I cannot, my mother will surely have my head if I do not carry my duties and watch over this thing."

"Yeah! So back off." Jake agreed, and you're sure he could only understand the first two words of your sentence, since he did not have any reaction to you calling him a 'thing'.

You internally laughed at this anyways.

Tsu'tey gave an understanding nod, looking towards you before turning his gaze back to Jake Sully.

"Have fun thing!" Tsu'tey chuckled, guiding his way back to the clan while both you and Jake stayed.

Jake tilted his head slightly, confused as to why he had been called a 'thing' instead of a demon.

"You know why he called me a thing?" Jake had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with you, and when you only shrugged in response to his question while biting down on your bottom lip to hide a smile— he already knew the answer.

"Come, let's practice more skxáwng!"

He found out that he didn't really mind when you called him such names.

Training was finally done, and now you decided to relax in the open. Without Jake Sully here to bother you.

You grumbled underneath your breath as Jake came up closer towards you, his breath fanning your face as the two of you lay down in a clearing.

Your eyes remained closed as you whispered a quick "Go away."

"You'd miss me too much if I did" Jake smirked, staring at your irritated face as you clicked your tongue once more.

"You act like you hate me, but I know you love me."

"..."

You were silent as you stared at Jake's face, slowing sitting up and hissing at the male.

"Shut the hell up."

"You're even using sky people language!" Jake chuckled, leaning in closer as you pushed his face way with your hand.

Yet, he continued with his foolishness "It's a sign of affection if you adapt another person's speech— and I'm here adapting your whole culture."

"You are bothering me Jake Sully."

"What are you gonna do? Bite me?"

Your ears perked up at the word 'bite', and you stared at Jake's neck with a heated look in your eyes. He was annoying you, and his neck was looking awfully tempting..

You pushed the male back onto the grass, stradling his hips as you tilted your head down towards him, a low growl emitting from your throat. "I will make you bleed Jake Sully." Jake stared at you as if you brought him the stars and the moon, "Don't doubt it for one second kitty.."

"Brother! Mo'at is calling for you! "

Jake released a groan at Tsu'tey's words, and you huffed in amusement.

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YOU TRAINED JAKE FOR THE NEXT few months, and although he pretended to not know certain things, he was still a quick learner.

You stared at Jake's na'vi body, observing the stillness of it. He did not breath when he went to sleep, and his eyes were devoid of life. It was scary thing to see— and at first you had thought he died in his sleep, but he had simply told you it was because he needs to do 'swaps'.

Sometimes you wonder how he looks as a human, as you trace your fingers gently on the avatar body— afraid to wake it even though that's not how it works.

Jake had mentioned before that he looked different than you, and you obviously knew that.. But how different?

Was he smaller? Taller? Larger? Softer?

Easy to break?

"Uhg.." You jumped back as you saw Jake 'wake' up, rubbing at his head as he stared at you.

"Watchin' me sleep?" He asked, a smirk growing on his features as he watched you furrow your brows, not responding to his previous question/statement.

The silence was strange, not comfortable but not uncomfortable either. You just kept staring at him, and usually Jake would soak up this attention, but the way you were staring at him made him feel like his insides were your gallery.

After a long while the silence was finally broken.

"Jake, can I ask you a question?"

"Mm, yeah" Jake had his ears up, tail swaying behind him as you crawled closer to his sat down position. It was usually him asking questions and moving closer to you, so he was surprised by this.

"What do you look like— as a de- human?"

"Well..—"

"In detail, so I can imagine."

Jake avoided eye contact, feeling hot underneath your stare.

"I'm much shorter than you, way shorter"

You laughed at that.

"And well— I'm not blue"

You also laughed at that.

"You could— you could come and see me at the lab.." Jake trailed off, staring into your eyes as he felt his heartbeat quicken, and like always your ears fluttered in tune when hearing the beats.

"I come see you?" You questioned, eyes widened as you stared at the male before you.

"Mmh.."

You tilted your head and smirked, showing of your fangs as you stared at Jake with hooded eyes.

"Alright, I'll come and see you."

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IT TOOK NO GENIUS to find out that Jake was nervous, and the rest of the scientists didn't exactly know why.

Yes, Jake decided to make an on whim decision to let you see him as, well, him.

But now he was scared, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

Would you liked how he looked? What if you were weirded-out by him? Would you still see him as him, or would you view him differently? He wasn't exactly anything special— and how would you react when you find out that he's in a wheelchair? Would you—

"Jake, seriously what's got your panties in a twist? Some people are trying do their jobs and your distracting them, did something happen in the clan?" Grace questioned, taking a drag from her cigarette and raising an accusing eyebrow.

Norm joined in with his commentary, "I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to fuck over the clan— probably because he hasn't studied na'vi for I don't know, 9 years?" Cleary Norm was jealous, Jake noted.

"It's just— well (Y/n)'s coming here."

Everyone went silent. The sound of keyboards clickling came to an abrupt stop.

"The chief's son is coming here?"

".. Yes."

Unfortunately, now Jake wasn't the only one that was nervous. Norm had a crisis between being excited or terrified, Grace was in shock and doubted Jake's words, while the rest of the scientists tried to make the place more 'home-y'.

"Exactly when is he coming, Jake?"

Jake didn't respond to Grace's words, cringing a bit as he looked off to the side.

"Jake. When the fuck is he coming."

"I said you could come see me— and he said he would so— maybe now?"

Grace was about to shout profanities at the brown-haired male, but the lab doors had already unexpectedly opened.

Standing, slightly crouching near the door was none other than (Y/n). In front of him— trying to stop him from entering— was a random guard in SWAT clothing. The guard was easily pushed out of the way by the na'vi.

You stared at everyone with narrowed eyes. Lips curled down slightly as your eyes scanned the room.

Jake..

"Jake Sully?"

It was no surprise that you couldn't regonize Jake, but you suspectrd that he'd be here.

Grace turned her head towards where Jake was— hiding behind a scientist and quickly shaking his head 'no'.

Jake was stupid. He doesn't know why he'd say you should come and see him now— it was in the moment type of thing. He wasn't ready.

Grace gave a quiet sigh, seeing the look on Jake's fave that she could immediately recognize.

"Jake's not here right now, he's currently in his avatar form— which I suppose means he's waiting for you." Grace smiled at you, hurriedly killing her cigarette.

"What? —" Norm was quickly shut up by Grace's intense glare. Norm could easily piece the parts together.

"Mm." You hummed, turning around to leave as your eyebrows furrowed.

"Jake."

[al4dy]

My addiction [Amber. F]

Pairing: Amber Freeman x fem!reader

Summary: You've been having encounters with Ghostface and now you find yourself addicted.

Warnings: toxic relationship, sick love, mention of drugs(?), addictions, sadism, knife play, violence, blood, knives and things like that. Not proofread, sorry. +16 only, please.

a/n: My friend @jennacarioca was sad and I started writing this to her since she likes Amber (It's shameful how long it took me to write just this little bit), and also her birthday is almost knocking on the door, so it will be two birds with one stone. (english is definitely not my first language and this'll be kinda obvious lmao sorry again)

What makes addiction an addiction? The release of dopamine is one of the factors, that's for sure. The hormone that brings you happiness, pleasure, satisfaction, just as it can also bring you into deep, unforgiving waters and make you drown in these temporary sensations. Something that gives you so many good feelings can - if you're not careful - be your downfall.

Already showing signs of addiction you would recklessly look for things that release this rush of sensations just to feel something similar again.

It's just fucking hard to get out of an addiction, especially if you've been doing it for a while. Sometimes you may end up not getting rid of it even if you want with all your might, because deep down you know that maybe nothing will give you those same sensations.

And that's exactly what was happening to you. Your addiction was consuming you, slowly corrupting you, leaving you rotten and dependent on these sensations, this type of adrenaline– And there's only one person in the world capable of making you feel something like that; Woodsboro's most wanted serial killer.

Your body carried dagger cuts, some still healing and others already healed. Your throat had the perfect imprint of the hand Ghostface used to squeeze it, to choke you until you begged for air, for mercy. All of this was enough sign for you to get out of this fucked up situation, look for help, run as far away...

But how could you? None of that compared to the feeling of those soft lips tracing moist kisses down your neck, whispering words of comfort, sweet words that no one had said to you before. The feeling of those slightly pointed canine teeth grazing your sensitive skin to the point where blood can be seen; it was an agonizing pain, but then their tongue slid over the spot so gently, eliciting a drawn out moan from you.

Now that you put yourself in this situation, you couldn't get out.

The cold night breeze tickled your skin, goosebumps spread over every inch of your body but it definitely wasn't because of that. No, the cold breeze didn't play even the slightest role in how your body was completely rigid, or how - even slightly - you were shaking. It was because of the person dressed in a black cloak in front of you; their face being hidden by a Ghostface mask.

At this point you should be feeling the cold metal of the dagger slowly sliding across your skin - not too deep, but deep enough to make Ghostface pleased to see your pained expression and the crimson liquid running from the cut -, but now what you felt was the fabric of their glove against your skin, making small circles on your neck with the index finger.

You were used to this game. It was a pattern and you discovered it pretty quickly. Ghostface likes to hurt you not only physically, but also mentally: One night they like to play with you, especially with knives, restricting you and any disobedience would be another cut on your body. Over the next few nights they shower you with affection, treat you like a princess, say the most romantic things and make you feel loved like never before. Only to disappear for a few weeks, leaving you distressed, anxious, needing more. That's when Ghostface comes back again and the cycle continues, exactly in that order.

“You keep coming at me, why?” the voice was modulated, but the soft way they spoke to you made the air in your lungs empty in seconds. You're feeling uneasy, you could feel your stomach turn from feeling your body heating up. You hated it, it was ridiculous- however, you still wanted to keep feeling that way.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, it was as if a lump had formed in your throat, preventing you from saying anything.

“Come on love… you know exactly what to say.”

“B-Because I love you.” You felt your stomach drop, you always did. It didn't feel right to say those words, not in this situation and definitely not to that person.

As soon as the words completely slipped out of your mouth, a robotic laugh was heard in that dark and deserted alley. “Oh god- that never fails to make me laugh!”

“As much as I like to hear you say it, you don't love me, baby. You love how I make you feel.” You lowered your gaze to the dirty floor, but it didn't last long as the same hand that made small circles on your neck grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at them. A gasp left your lips. “Look at me while we’re talking.” Ghostface had a threatening tone. You could tell they were smiling and enjoying it.

You were completely right, you just confirmed it when they took off that mask.

As soon as the mask was off your breath hitch. No matter how many times you saw Amber taking off that mask, you always got the same reaction. Having those intense eyes staring at you dead in the eye made you want to squeeze your thighs together. It was as if all that uneasy feeling disappeared as soon as you saw her face.

Amber had a cheek-to-cheek smile on her lips; a smile that make you shiver from head to toe in fear. That was definitely what people call a “maniacal smile”. She tightened her grip on your chin.

Your eyes were seen so much clearly now, your frown said that you were thinking about getting rid of this touch because it was really hurting, but the way you swallowed hard and sighed with your lips parted right away put everything Amber needed to know on the table.

You still wanted her, you still needed her even though she treated you like that and that was just a trigger for her to continue.

“Hmm...” The hand that held your chin firmly slid slowly down your jaw. “But it’s okay if you don’t love me, because I definitely love you.” The sinister smile on her lips gave way to a softer one, you could have sworn it was something more tender.

“Let’s get out of this alley so I can love you completely, okay?”

It was always the same question, you knew that after that night it would take days for you to see her again. You knew she would make you go to heaven only to pull you straight to hell.

But you don't care, do you? As long as you're able to be with Amber - as long as she can make you feel alive even though she's killing you slowly -, you'd go to hell blindfolded.

“Yes.” You said quietly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes love."

[klaustozier]

demon ; nijiro murakami ver.

SUMMARY: you are a demon hunter and one of this demons is very different from what you are used to.

warnings: demon!Nijiro x fem!reader; Nijiro is 190cm or 6'2 (i think you can write it like this); big!cocks, that's it cocks, two dicks; double penetration; he has tentacles 😳 (no, he won't fuck you with them); his eyes are black and his canines and lateral incisors are pointed; I'm out of my mind; praise kink; degradation kink; fingering; play with nipples; hanging; oral on you (his tongue grows); there will be no condom use (but you know you should, please don't do this to me and use a condom); double penetration; cum inside.

english is not my first language, i'm sorry for any mistakes

word count: 1,7k

i'm sorry for taking so long.

enjoy.

The creature was trapped in a metal chair, chained to the floor. You should have already killed him, but you couldn't. Because you thought he was handsome. You felt so stupid, just because his face was pretty didn't mean you should spare him.

You were a demon hunter and prevented them from harming humans, so you had to kill him. But what about that brunette hair? And that pretty nose? And that jaw? And those lips?

You'd heard from friends that they'd fucked demons before, that they'd come and then kill them, but you couldn't do that, you were better than that.

"What are you thinking about, baby?", he asked, his voice was low, echoing off the walls of the warehouse you'd brought him to. His black eyes focused on you, glistening in the light from outside, teeth sharpened under his smile.

"How to shut you up as fast as I can", you replied, looking back at the knives on your desk.

"Oh yeah?", you suddenly felt him at your back, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach turned to ice, "Are you going to be nice to me, princess?"

"How did you escape?", your voice was so small, you were so scared, for the first time in your life.

"Ah", he chuckled softly, his mouth settling on your neck, "I have my tricks, baby girl", and you felt things slither down your belly and legs and as you looked down, you saw the long, black tentacles curling around your body. Those tentacles came from his back and depending on how much power he had, he could make more of them. You've never met a demon with tentacles and when you captured him, you didn't find any traces that he was like this, "I can smell you... you smell like a horny little slut, you know?"

"Let go of me now", you growled trying to break free, shifting restlessly.

"You find me attractive, don't you?", he asked, chuckling softly, his lips sliding down your neck.

You squinted your eyes trying to concentrate, "Let me go now", you growled through your teeth, feeling your pussy throb as the black tentacles tightened on your thighs.

"I know you don't want to, I can feel your heart beating", one of the countless tentacles slid along the inside of your thigh, the tip coming extremely close to your crotch, caressing the skin still covered by your jeans, "I can feel your pussy throbbing… you smell", and he took a deep breath, "so good…"

"Filthy demon", you cursed, trying to pick up the small dagger on your table trying to hit the thigh of the tall man behind you, but one of the tentacles grabbed your wrist, taking your arm to your own neck.

"Don't be rude, I'm complimenting you, fucking slut."

"Let go of me", you snarled, once more.

His beautiful lips touched your cheek, staying close to your skin as he spoke, taking the dagger from your hand, "Lie to me and say you don't want me."

"How would I want such a disgusting being?", you tried to be strong.

He chuckled, a low laugh, "Disgusting?", a tentacle positioned around your neck and just wrapped around the delicate area, "I'm a monster, but not that kind of monster, you know? If you didn't want me, I'd just walk away… but fuck, when I felt what you wanted from me", he chuckled, "I couldn't control myself… Want to handcuff me again and blow me for a little while, princess?"

You swallowed hard, "Y-you… we can't…", you whispered, getting tired of being strong.

"No? Why not? Because I'm not human?", you took a deep breath, shivering, "Kitten", the tentacle that held you by the neck tightened, making you moan, "you'll never be able to think of another fucking human again after being fucked by me."

The demon turned you on your heels and loosened some of the grip on his tentacles, giving you the opportunity to move away. Your eyes looked at him, the completely black eyes looking at you with so much evil inside them. He grinned, sharp canines and incisors gleaming beneath his handsome smile, the dimples showing. The tentacles wrapped around you again and his hands gripped your waist and finally he kissed you.

You moaned and squirmed, feeling your pussy throb. The bigger one dominated the kiss, his tongue rubbing against yours, hungry, you just allowed him to do what he wanted. His hands roamed your body while the thick black tentacles did the same, exploring every millimeter of it, making your legs tremble.

Two tentacles tightened around your breasts, squeezing them together only so his big hands could play with the nipples hidden under the black clothes. His thumbs began to rub the peaks, his tongue rubbing on yours, his sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip every now and then, the tentacle on your neck squeezing in perfect pressure.

"Fuck, your are so fucking hot", he whispered, his hands going down to be able to remove your shirt, one of the tentacles ripped your bra, in the back, opening it and taking it off. He took a deep breath, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

"Please, sir."

He smiled, "What a nice little slut."

"Thank you, sir."

His hand slid around your waist, having your mouth dominated again, being kissed with desperation. When your hand wandered to his cock, your eyes widened, the problem wasn't just that it was a thick bulge against the black dress pants he wore, but that they were two bulges. Your eyes widened and his heart sped up in despair making him laugh.

"Stay calm, baby…", he whispered, his hand caressing your hair, while one of the tentacles slid over your ass and the other over your thighs, caressing you, "If you want, I can transform and just stay with on-"

"No… it's okay…"

The brunette smirked, "Your sweet saint face is just for decoration, right?", and chuckled when your cheeks flushed, "You want to feel full, don't you?"

"Yes…"

He chuckled evilly, "And I'll do whatever you want."

The older one opened your pants with his hands and let his tentacles take them off for him while his hand was busy stroking your pussy lips, making your legs shake. The tentacle on your neck loosened its grip a little giving you time to breathe and adjust before tightening it again. His tentacles removed the knives from the table and placed you on top of the furniture while his hands were busy with your white panties. He thought if he should just take it off and be delicate, or if he should tear the piece with brute force, and he chose the second option, ripping the panties, earning a startled moan from you.

Nijiro smiled, his thumb sliding over the wet lips, giving your clit a little attention, making gentle circular motions. He knelt on the floor, tentacles coming out from his back, threading through the white button-up shirt that was opened as he positioned himself on the floor. Four tentacles gripped your legs, opening you for him, holding you in place for his access. A tentacle touched your wrist, pulling it to your own breast, wanting you to touch yourself while another positioned itself on your free breast and began to slide the delicate tip over your nipple. The soft, smooth, black tentacle slid over your delicate skin, making your moan softly.

The brunette took a deep breath and kissed your thighs before sliding his tongue over your wet pussy. You whined, a sigh leaving your lips, your free hand stroking the soft blond hair. The soft tongue rubbed against your clit and moved all over your wet pussy, sucking on the lips before returning to the tender spot and giving it attention.

"Fuck", you cursed feeling his tongue forcing in your entrance.

You didn't expect to feel what you felt. It was like his tongue was sliding down inside you, reaching in, going deeper inside you back and forth, fucking you. Your moan grew more agonized as his thumb began stroking your clit, letting his tongue fuck you.

His dark eyes focused on you, a wicked smile spread across his face, even though you couldn't see it, his nose was resting on your skin as his tongue tasted you so intimately. Saliva escaped his lips, wetting you, sliding down your ass.

A sly moan left your lips when you felt the long tongue leave you and climb your lips, returning to its normal size when reaching the clit, "What a delicious pussy… so tight… you're going to crush my cock like that, princess…"

"How-how…? How you-?"

The brunette chuckled, standing up, sticking out his tongue. The normal-sized tongue grew down his lips, making your heart race. The tentacle on your breast just held it and offered it to its owner for him to curl his long tongue over the delicate skin, the tip rubbing against the nipple as the length slid across the skin, eliciting a whimper from you. One of his hands took your hand away from your own breast and squeezed it hard, making you moan and his free hand went to your pussy, sliding through the lips, collecting the lubrication before sinking them inside you. Fingers curling, back and forth inside you, feeling your hands grip his hair.

"Fucking thigh pussy", whispered the demon as he retracted his tongue, his eyes focusing on his fingers fucking you, the wet sounds mixing with your moans, "Did anyone ever tell you that you moan like a dirty slut?"

You shook your head, "No… I'm sorry, sir."

Nijiro frowned and then laughed, "Who says I don't like it?", the tentacle on your neck squeezed the delicate area again, pulling you closer to him, "I want to hear every obscene moan that comes from you, princess."

The brunette kissed you again, his fingers still teasing you, gathering lubrication before sliding his finger down to your other entrance, dipping one finger in without difficulty. Which made him laugh and he continued to prepare you gently. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him, feeling your entrance being opened.

His tentacles still held you in place, holding you all the way to your back, so you didn't have to worry about holding on with your hands. Two of them busied themselves with your breasts, squeezing them eagerly as the tips rubbed against your nipples, making your back arch.

The demon's free hand opened his own pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. The kiss ended because of your curiosity to see what the two volumes you had felt earlier were about. Nijiro had two members, one on top of the other, very close together, under the lower one there was a pair of testicles. Both cocks were thick, countless veins adorned the fair skin, the red tips glowing pre-cum. You swallowed hard, watching him bring his hand to his lips and let saliva fall, sliding it over both of his cocks. You watched with all attention, his hand went to your lips, making you look at him.

"Slobber on it for me, baby girl."

Promptly, you complied, spittle dripping from your mouth onto the large hand under your lips. After a brief moment, he smeared all of your saliva onto his skin, jerking himself off, one cock at a time. With a sigh, he positioned his cocks at your entrances, forcing his way through. You moaned, grabbing his shoulders, hugging him, your hand sliding across his chest, the open white blouse giving you passage over his beautiful abdomen. Your face was buried in his sweet-smelling neck, you could have sworn he smelled like lavender and lust, but she couldn't be sure.

"Everything okay?", Nijiro asked softly, his hands stroking your hair and back as he sank all of himself inside you, wanting to help you calm down.

"Yes", you replied, slightly agonized, your hips squirming, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Whatever my little baby girl wants."

And the demon began to move. His strong hands held you by the waist, starting delicate movements, the tentacles caressed your thighs, squeezing your breasts, offering them to him. The brunette brought his face to your breasts, lightly nibbling the top of your left breast before enveloping it in his tongue, caressing the bitten skin as the tip of his tongue caressed the peaked nipple. You moaned, digging your short nails into the demon's broad shoulders.

Your moans were agonized, you could feel him so deep inside you, stretching you completely for him. Your moans got louder the faster Nijiro moved, fucking you without any kind of pity. You had never been so well fucked in your life, there was hate and precision in his movements and it was so wonderful. With one hand, he pulled you by the hair, making you look at him.

"You're so fucking hot", he whispered, "How am I going to fuck anyone else and not think about that ass crushing me? And that pussy drooling all over my cock?"

"Sir", you whispered, lost.

"Funny you're supposed to be killing me, not letting me stretch you open, princess", he chuckled, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Fuck off."

The demon grinned and slapped you across the face, "You better respect me, spoiled slut."

"I'm going to kill-", and you couldn't finish, you couldn't threaten him, after all his thumb went back to caressing your clit while both cocks invaded you with so much desire, "I'm going to cum."

"Come on, little slut, get me all wet, let's go…"

Your inside squeezed him hard, your legs trembled with the tentacles, you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself. He smiled and kissed you, not stopping the movements of his hips, seeking his own pleasure as well. It didn't take long before he was cumming, filling you with cum, making his eyes roll back in his head, his tongue rubbing yours, his hands squeezing your soft ass hard, the pleasure consuming his beautiful body.

"Fuck", he growled holding your face tightly before kissing you again, "No, no, no", he whispered, one of his tentacles gripping your wrist, unnoticed by him (or you thought there was no noticing), your took a silver dagger and was ready to cut his neck, but he stopped you, "It's rude to kill a man right after he cums", he scoffed, "Especially after he makes you cum with so much pleasure. "

The brunette pulled away from you enough to be able to look at you, all trapped by his tentacles, cum sliding through your holes, you were so full. Nijiro smiled and straightened his pants.

"My name is Nijiro. Murakami Nijiro", informed the brunette, "If you want to be fucked very well like that and threaten to kill me again, just call me, princess", and after a peck, the demon disappeared, leaving you naked in your warehouse, head full and cum running down your thighs.

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permanent tags: @laylasbunbunny @saiewithakatana @hopelezzromanticsblog @mrs-sherlock-holmes

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[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Profile Tag!

It's been a while since I've done one of these, and I really like this tag, so I'm gonna make a few lol.

Let's go with Adahm Ryker from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!! <3

Full Name: Adahm Tiberius Ryker

Kind of Being: Human (Mutant Variant)

Age: Presumably 19 years old, has no birth certificate and has a snake-like biology so the details of how he ages are unclear but he is around that age physically.

Sex: Male

Appearance: Adahm is very tall and lanky, with warm white skin that is slightly sun tanned but without any freckles. His eyes are a piercing light yelloish green, almost neon, hue which look distinctively like the eyes of a snake. He has very long light brown hair that he usually keeps loose, brushed to one side, or tied in a messy ponytail. Adahm's smile usually appears normal if not for the fact that his teeth are generally sharper than that of a 'regular human' and that he has two, pointy snake fangs - like a reptilian vampire. A fun detail is that he can stretch and detach his jaw like a snake would and it makes for a devastating biting force. Adahm usually wears black clothes, with a dark - kevlar reinforced - jacket, black or dark grey button up shirts, dark denim pants and black leather combat boots, as well as fingerless grey gloves.

Occupation: Serial Killer (of corrupt people), Vigilante, Rebel

Family Members:

Taylen Ryker: adoptive younger brother, ward

Charles Zarin: childhood best friend (deceased)

Unnamed Parents

Pets: No pets

Best friends: Jax Strobber (they/them), Sasha Valentine (she/her), Gwyn Whitewood (she/her)

Describe his/her room: Adahm's room is spacious and meticulously organized/clean. It's on the smaller side, so as not to take up too much space in their safehouse, but comfortable. His bedsheets are dark grey with some black details, and his bed is usually pristinely made, and there's a light blue sleep mask usually tossed onto it. The room often has a light citrusy smell due to air freshners he buys, and there's a small study desk/work desk by the reinforced glass window where he does most of the planning for his missions. There's a holographic picture of him and Taylen on the edge of that same desk. In his wardrobe, he keeps his clothes - which are usually all in dark tones of black, grey and blue - and his vast collection of guns (ranging from pistols to precision rifles and one small machine gun) and knives (his preferred weapon, usually sharp daggers, common knifes and a few thin swords, as well as a pocket swiftblade);

Way of speaking: Faint (fictional) english accent. He is usually soft spoken, to the point he can sound like a hissing snake when he is speaking specially sharply, but almost always has a dangerous lilt to is voice that commands a certain amount of fear and respect from those around him. His way of speaking changes drastically when he's talking to Taylen - whenever he is addressing his brother, Adahm sounds genuinely kinder, more excited and gentle than he ever would have sounded while speaking to anyone else.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude):

Towards strangers: Cold, snake-like, moving swiftly from spot to spot almost imperceptively, confident, scarily so. He usually has a wild/feral attitude to him, despite his calculated behaviors and emotionless persona, having a wild animal's unpredictability and deadliness to him. He has a sharp, imposing smile that usually sends chills down people's spines, and his eyes can be disturbingly cold and unemotional, though they do show a strong glint of enjoyment whenever he is inebriated by the thrill of a kill.

Towards Taylen: When around his little brother Adahm becomes an almost completely different person, being genuinely warmer/gentler, patience, easily excited about different topics and doting. The shift in his usually murderous outer personality he shows the world to his kind, protective older brother personality that is reserved for Taylen alone, can be jarring for those who don't know him well, but Adahm himself doesn't seem to realize that.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: Extra poison vials, combat daggers, ammo, climbing gear and spy gear, commlinks, his phone, an extra jacket or coat (he's ectothermic due to his snake biology and sensitive to temperature changes, especially cold weather) and snacks, preferrably dry ones.

Favorite sports: Swordfighting, Boxing, Climbing/Parkour, Swimming

Powers: Snake Biology, Venom/Poison Manipulation & Generation, Shadow Movement, Enhanced Senses/Speed

Relationships (how he/she is with other people):

When he knows the person: quiet, funny, attentive, kind, protective, easily excited, happy, and genuine

When he does not know the person: cunning, manipulative, sociopathic (he does suffer from sociopathy but it becomes much more clear when he's dealing with strangers, especially enemies), murderous, dangerous, sadistic, cold and unpredictable.

Fears: Losing a loved one again or being unable to protect them (especially Taylen), actually being a 'freak' or unworthy of love, being forced to comply by arbitrary rules, being weak, being touched without consent

Faults: Emotionally detached from strangers, murderous, ruthless, vindictive, blunt/unkind, vicious/bloodthirsty, tendency to tunnel vision, bad at reading people and especially stunted at emotional cues (of people he doesn't know)

Good Points: Kind, genuinely cares about those around him, has a good sense of humour, protective, loyal to a fault, deadly smart, loves his brother more than anything and is a good guardian even though he doesn't know how to parent, rebellious and free spirited

What he/she wants more than anything else: Justice, Revenge, being able to keep Taylen safe, and being worthy of respect/genuine love with no strings attached.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[chauflan]

Children of Eris.

-Now, I haven’t seen a lot of children of Eris headcanons, so I’m gonna do it myself.

-First of all, I’m pretty sure they might be OBSESSED with the history of world wars, or with anything that has to do with conflict in history.

-next, they are the type of kids who were overachievers at first but now? they don’t give a fuck as long as they pass.

-They root for the villains in any movie.

-Children of Eris would say the most outrageous things and then say ‘it was just a joke’

-They know what to say to make people be at eachothers throats in just 5 seconds.

-Children of Eris probably have a lot of hobbies but gave up on them after finding a new one.

-they did the genocide route on Undertale.

-Well, now for their cabin.

-it looks absolutely OLD AND DESTROYED on the outside, but on the inside it’s pretty organized, so they don’t end up drowning on their own trash.

-board games? banned. Last time they tried to play UNO they ended up badly injured.

-still, Children of Eris have the most laid-back friendship of all time

-One of them could cut off one of their half-brother’s arms.

-But if they ask for forgiveness they would be like ‘it’s fine’

-they memorized Aserejé on Just Dance.

-They tend to be very hot or beautiful, their rebelliousness making them stand out.

-they know exactly what to say to make someone question their morals and beliefs.

-they get along with the Hermes cabin as they are both pranksters.

-pretty good while using close-range weapons (knives, daggers.)

-some of them might be able to charmspeak, but it’s very limited,make it can only make someone do something bad.

-Siren eyes.

-They either get along with everyone or everyone hates them.

(I’m sorry if while reading this you get a stroke, I’m still learning English :( so if you have any suggestions tell memso I can get better!)

[reyaint]

RED VELVET dr | intro

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date: november 17, 2024.

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--stole off Pinterest bc it fit

𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚

ARIA (아리아), is a Haiqinian member of the South Korean girl group Red Velvet and the female unit GOT the Beat, She made her solo debut on October 9th, 2022 with ANIMAL FARM

OFFICIAL COLORS: raspberry pink, white

SOLO FANDOM NAME: nobles

𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅

ARIA

Career

Main Vocal, Lead Dancer, Lead Rapper, Center

Rep Animal; 🦁

Training Period; 2 years, 2 months

Talents; dancing and vocals.

Specialities; mind games.

ISTJ (formerly INTJ)

Haiqinian

Insta; Aria_MedeanZ

Basics

Aeolian Medea Kayena Solon

CN Name; Zhao Na Feng ❪赵娜峰❫

KR Name; Kwon Mi Ae ❪권미에❫

English Name; Anne Solon

Birthplace; Waterlight City, Nirin Province, Haiqin

November 17, 1998

Scorpio

Tiger

O-

5’9 ft ❪177cm❫

VC: 96neko, Rubyeye

Trivias (Kprofiles)

Her designated color is raspberry pink, though she has seen with orange and white

Her nicknames are Butterfly or Fawn due to her elegance

Her representative fruit is strawberry🍓

Her representative weapon is daggers

Her representative drink is Pink Fizzy Drink (Ingredients: Strawberry, Lemon Juice, Red Lotus, Soda)

Her favorite number is 13 due to it being good luck in her culture.

She graduated from Seoul International High School in 2017.

Her favorite foods are: Nirin Stew, steak, kimchi, spicy foods, fish, and apples

She's a big fan of Yuzuru Hanyu, she even started figure skating in middle school and kept on until she moved to Korea

She has her driver license (in Haiqin)

When speaking Korean she has a Daegu accent despite going to school in Seoul, due to some of her friends being from Daegu. She ended up picking up from Irene as well.

She collects gaming keyboards, knives (decorative), jewelry, and stuffed animals

She acted in the Kdrama Version of “Mercenary Enrollment” as “Maya”

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆

-Excited for this dr

-I use the same name for pretty much every dr I have bc I love it sm

-My kprofiles for my drs are relatively the same bc I just find it easier copy and pasting so yeah

-I love RV sm bro😭I'm so excited

-I feel like my trivia may be very uhh...the same but that's bc I'm lazy lmao.

[simpingcorner]

Daughter of the Shadows

Word Count: ~1.3k Warnings: mild violence (stabbing, mentions of gunshots, physical fighting), blood, alcohol, gambling,mention of human tr*****, Pekka Rollins,not proofread, let me know if I forgot something. 

Author's Note: First chapter to my Grishaverse fanfic. A reminder this is insipred by my SoC DR so it’ll follow both the books and the show plotlines, there will be changes to the canon characters and their storylines, it’s also a Kaz Brekker x OC. | English isn’t my first language so please bear with me and tell me if there’s something wrong. I hope you like it.

all rights to leigh bardugo, i only owny liith and her backstory (other ocs will be introduced later)

Read part 2 here - Ch.3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

CHAPTER 1

LILITH

The starless night sky, the waves breaking on the rocks, the muffled sounds coming from the city, the briny autumn air surrounded her, it happened before she could even think of enjoying the moment a voice broke the night silence, the girl jumped to her feet, knives drawn, eyes locked on the darkness in front of her as her legs moved independently, silent movements, invisible to the inexperienced eyes allowed her to move closer to the noise source, as she’d expected a crowd had formed on the pier of the fourth harbour. Their guns reflected the dim street lamps’ light, red rubies shone under the moonlight, “This wasn’t the deal.” said a merchant’s voice, “The deal was you’d bring me fresh meat and I’d set you free.” Pekka Rollins’ hoarse voice echoed in her ears, she watched and studied the scene in front of her, hidden by the shadows, disgusted at the ideas of even more lives ruined by Pekka Rollins.

The smell of blood came before she could even realize what was going on, the pier’s shadows hid her making her even more dangerous than in the daylight, her knives handles now an extension to her hands, her leather gloves blood stained, her legs silents and fast followed a now too familiar pattern, the men surrounded her, guns at her head ready to fire, the girl’s eyes studied the scene as in a book, reviewing every possible outcome, she was surrounded, the men much bigger than her, she gripped the handles of her knives, the material seemed to heat up under the pressure, the lights of the street lamps trembled ready to go out at any given moment, the salty air now corrupted by the smell of blood and gunpowder. “I don’t want to kill you Mrak.” Said the merchant stopping in front of the brunette, a grin forming on his face studying her. “I wish I could say the same.” The girl replied wiping blood from her cheek with the back of her hand, her eyes full of anger, hatred, revenge, but her face was impassive, the scar on her righ cheek illuminated by the lamp post, her lips and jaw tight, her feet and hands ready to attack or defend, the faded tattoo of Emerald Palace was still too visible on her left forearm. “I thought you’d be happy to hear another slaver dead.” The man continued staring at her, “Wasn’t it one of them who brought you here? Who ruined your life?” the brunette knew if she’d attacked the rest of the Dime Lions would open fire to save their leader, “My life was over before I even got to Ketterdam.” she said closing her fists and inhaling before attacking, their moves were draw in her brain like the project of a house on paper, predictable and obvious, during each fight the Dime Lions’d forgot they had guns in their hands, finding themselves fighting hand to hand with their rivals.

The girl’s eyes became watery, a sudden burning sensation invaded her right forearm, the gray sleeve darkened, soaked in blood, but before she could assimilate what happened, the dagger disappeared from her hand finding a new home in the skull of one of the men surrounding her, some had fled, others were on the ground gasping for air or passed out. Her eyes found Pekka Rollins’, her face covered in blood, her left hand gripping her right arm, “Next time I won’t let you free.” said the man turning on his heels and disappearing into the shadows of the pier, the girl inhaled trying not to think about the pain in her arm, the burning had given way to cold and numbness, the brunette put her knives back in their places before walking back towards the Barrel.

Ketterdam was the place to go if you wanted to disappear, a city run by criminals, thieves, crooks, murderers; a city where authorities were nearly as corrupted, if not more, than the citizens; tourists from all over the world came to live without rules, to enjoy the freedom of a city without laws, to distract themselves from the problems of their daily lives, with their money, clean clothes, hot food on the table, a roof over their heads, a warm comfortable bed to sleep in after a tiring day, hot water always at the ready for a relaxing bath; the more fortunate citizens, the merchants, the Council members, the owners of the most famous clubs in the city lived in safe, warm, private houses; all the others, on the contrary, lived from day to day, hoping and praying to the Saints that they’d have enough to be able to afford a common room, a hot meal, or to be able to repay their debts.

The smell of the Barrel invaded her nostrils as she went from roof to roof trying not to be seen, the window to his office was open, a sign that he was waiting for Inej, the girl knew she shoulnd’t have gone in but with her arm injured she wouldn’t be able to open her bedroom window, and entering the front door was out the question. She climbed over to the window and nimbly entered the room, the inexperienced ear would never notice the air shift caused by the girl, but Kaz Brekker wasn’t inexperienced, not when it came to his investments. “I will not do business with a criminal.” The unknown voice filled the room, forcing her to hide in the shadows, her steps were silent, her breath inaudible, “You will find no honest man in Ketterdam.” Kaz replied before dismissing the man and closing the door behind him, “You can come out.” he simply said going back to studying the papers on the desk, the girl headed to the door, her arm hidden behind her back, her face covered in blood, her steps trembling but still too silent and proud, she barely got to reach the doorknob that his cane stopped her, the girl’s eyes fixed on the door, her hand firm on the doorknob, “What do you have for me?” the boy said as he sat down at his desk, the cane resting on his knee in of him staring at her, the crow’s eyes on the handle seemed to study her. “Pekka Rollins has bought other kids.” The boy’s face was stern, unreadable, fixed on the brunette in front of him, “He killed the slaver at Fourth Harbour.” the girl explained. “Okay.” His voice was hollow, the voice of someone who had decided to turn off their emotions, the same voice used by the girl.

The cut on her forearm was less serious than she had imagined, the help of a healer would have fastened the recovery but she didn’t have the money nor the time to find one, she tightened the bandage on the wound and left her room heading towards the bar counter, “Lilith, came to bring me luck?” Jesper’s cheery voice woke her up from the trance she was in, the Zemeni boy motioned for her to sit next to him at the poker table.

The Crow Club was full of tourists and non, whoever was in the Barrel and wanted to tempt fate was there, the girl noticed Rotty and Specht busy gambling away the last few coins they had left, Big Bolliger greeted her from the door before kicking out yet another cheater, Anika stared at her from the counter, while Jesper looked at her with a smile, letting her slip in next to him. “SO how much did you lose?” The girl asked as she sat down and studied the table, “Your lack of confidence hurts me Lilith.” said Jesper betting the rest of his Kruge on the upcoming hand, “Just saying if you don’t pay your debts, Per Haskell won’t kick out only you, and I really like my room.” explained the girl pulling out her daggers and cleaning them, she could feel his gaze on her, he was studying her, the bandage on her harm, a bandage that wasn’t there just a few minutes before, but as soon as she looked up he was gone, the office door closed at the top of the stairs.

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2 - 56 The Movie Theater Murder

In times of despair, Murdle is always here

HOWEVER

I DON'T LIKE THAT THE CAT IS HITTING ON IRRATINO

And this MurdleJr was ultimately unsolvable lol. Clicking on June 23 would result in nothing happening (hope you've memorized your star signs kids) and I couldn't tell if Captain Slate was beside a tiny windmill or undefined.

But not both!

Also how the fuck does the CAT declare an accusation??? Can he just speak English now?!

berry getting so heated over important things

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino goes to the theater. That might seem inconsiderate, since he’s supposed to be looking for Logico. But don’t worry, there’s a good reason! The coffee grounds from last episode told him to come here for an esoteric clue to Logico’s disappearance. (Or! He could go to Drakonia, where he already knows he is. But anyway.) 

Most importantly, he promised Gainsboro he would take him to a movie to help calm him down. They sit down alongside people who LOVE movies (because they work in the Industry!!!) - Abalone, Agent Applegreen, and Silverton the Legend!

ABALONE: 🎵A-LIST ABALONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! APPLEGREEN: Oh my god be quiet!! I wanna watch the movie! GAINSBORO: Wait for me, WAIT FOR ME. Nobody ever WAITS FOR ME. SILVERTON: Bookie Gainsboro? I thought you liked books.  GAINSBORO: I can watch a fucking film now and then! AND BOOKIE IS NOT MY NAME.

The movie never begins, because the projectionist was murdered. Nobody knew what they were going to show anyway.

SILVERTON: I’d say it’s for the better. They’d have to refund me anyway if they showed a film with THAT on the screen! IRRATINO: With… what? SILVERTON: THAT.

He slowly crawls all the way over to pick a single hair off the screen. No wonder everyone hates him!

ABALONE: WHOOPS! SORRY! I bumped into it during my magical entrance! SILVERTON: And left such a sizable BLEMISH without cleaning up after yourself? ABALONE: Oh my GOD! The oil stain on your suit is more visible than that hair! SILVERTON: There is no oil- OH!!!

They get into a slap fight. That seems to happen a lot. Instead of looking for clues, Irratino looks up the movie that was going to be shown. Knives Out.

IRRATINO: Aw, really? APPLEGREEN: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. I love Knives Out.  IRRATINO: Yes, it only appealed to people with a specific star sign. Not a very good advertising method! GAINSBORO: My favorite movie is Who Framed Roger Rabbit. APPLEGREEN: Isn’t that a cartoon? GAINSBORO: YOU’RE A TALKING APPLE!!!

Irratino dusts for fingerprints, something he can’t believe Logico has never done, since it’s the most logical trick in the book. Hell, it’s the most detective trick in the book! He discovers a dagger belonging to Abalone.

ABALONE: Ooh, forgot about that! Thanks! 

She points it to Silverton.

SILVERTON: SAVE ME!!! IRRATINO: Only if you tell the truth!

How is that supposed to work?

SILVERTON: HAHHAEHAHUhuhaha… Fine, you got me! I wanted him (the projectionist) to screen my favorite film - the last one I starred in, MMMMMMMURDLE! But he refused. So I ‘did him in’! But think of the publicity angle: the star of Murdle murdered for the movie. This is going to DEFINITELY raise the profile of the film, and guarantee a sequel. IRRATINO: Actually, what would guarantee a sequel is ACTUALLY FINDING LOGICO!!  SILVERTON: True, I guess otherwise the sequel would be pretty depressing…

And so will Irratino’s life, if he doesn’t get going fast. Who decides to see a movie after you hear the love of your life is safe ‘for now’?

The end!

'All the suspects who talk at 90% higher volume' - Fletch

I hope everyone is safe and okay right now <3

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

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Tod Cutler – 14th Century Medieval English Knights Rondel Dagger

Rondel daggers were medieval military anti-armour daggers that were often long and heavy, which are fine for the battlefield, but less comfortable around court or when you were wearing your finery. For those moments a smaller, more subtle, but no less lethal knife was appropriate.  This rondel dagger is modeled after a great example of these dated to 1400-1430 and found in the Thames. The dagger features a hollow ground blade of tempered high carbon steel, twisted barley corn grip and hollow top and bottom steel rondels with repousse decoration – the interior of the guard and pommel are hollow so as to ensure the dagger will not be poorly balanced in the hilt. Such a dagger would have been right at home at the side of a knight or noble, but would also not be unusual to see among a professional soldier of middling status who valued investments in his own gear.

A low to middle status soldier, knight or archers dagger with fabricated hollow rondels so it won’t overbalance and a strong single edged blade with a reinforced point. This dagger is quite thick and rigid and would have excelled at piercing thick clothing or breaking between, into and through the weaker points of an armored harness. Included with the dagger is a high quality sheath of vegetable tanned leather complete with a brass cap.

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﹟001 — OOC .ᐟ

➷　﹒﹒﹒side blog ran by @jvpiterzs﹐kinda beginner roleplayer [i've never rp'd on tumblr b4 so that's new]﹐semi-literate but flexible﹐please don't copy my oc as i've worked hard to create her﹐willing to join any rp groups!﹒ᶻz

﹟002 — OC .ᐟ

ᯓ basic

— name﹔cassiopeia ivory dawson — nicknames﹔ cassie, cas, kay, kaykay, vee, ivy, ory/ori, vivi, etc. — age / dob﹔5teen [can change if necessary], january 23rd — gender, pronouns﹔female, she/her — sexuality﹔bisexual — hometown / birthplace﹔london, england — residence﹔new jersey, usa / camp half-blood — ethnicity / nationality / race﹔british and french — languages﹔english, spanish, french, latin, greek — occupation﹔camper of camp half-blood

ᯓ life

— family﹔ 　⸝⸝ jason dawson - dad 　⸝⸝ eleanor dawson - step-mum 　⸝⸝ nyx - godly parent / mum 　⸝⸝ colton dawson - twin brother 　⸝⸝ maximus dawson - younger brother — friends﹔ 　⸝⸝ no one currently — s/o﹔none

ᯓ demigod life

— godly parent﹔nyx / nox, goddess of the night [cabin 30] — abilities﹔darkness manipulation/umbrakinesis, shadow travel, night vision, shadow camouflage — magical weapon﹔"vesperus astrum" or "the evening star," a silver ring — kind of like a fiddle ring that spins, the inside etched with the cassiopeia constellation [hence the name]. has a star on it and when pressed turns it into a dagger. — years at camp﹔new at camp!

ᯓ appearance

— height﹔5'5 feet / 165 cm — weight﹔104 lb — hair﹔black, long, wavy — eyes﹔hawk-like blue-gray eyes — piercings﹔ear piercing — style / clothing / accessories﹔doesn't rlly have one / mix || acubi y2k, grunge, a lot yk || usually wears silver rings coz it helps w her habit of fiddling, hair is usually in a ponytail, likes mainly baggy clothes [hoodies and stuff like that coz she gets cold easily] [hands are like ALWAYS cold] — faceclaim﹔victoria bronova — voiceclaim﹔lila moss

ᯓ ratings﹠ about

— intelligence﹔5/5 — stamina﹔4/5 — strength﹔3/5 — speed﹔4/5 — confidence﹔3/5 — kindness﹔5/5 — good traits﹔intelligent, caring, generous, loyal, cautious — neutral traits﹔quiet, sarcastic, honest, stubborn — bad traits﹔people pleaser — habits﹔fiddling, zoning out — likes﹔music, training, walking, reading, baking, etc. — dislikes﹔when people disrespect family or friends, someone sacrificing themselves for her, etc.

ᯓ skills

— skills﹔can use daggers/knives/sword, can box and do muay thai — weaknesses / flaws﹔avoidant attachment, anxious attachment — strengths﹔the night, darkness, shadows — alignment [good/bad/neutral]﹔good — strategies﹔tbd . . . — specialties﹔best with daggers/knives or just her weapon in general — extra﹔calculates all her moves very carefully

ᯓ backstory

tbd . . .

ᯓ extra

　⸝⸝ legacy of poseidon and athena 　⸝⸝

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Don't go forward PT; 1

Yelena Belova x Barton Male Reader

Request - Yelena belvova x Barton male!reader where y/n is Clint's younger brother and his code name of White Knight. Y/n meet Yelena during Black Widow Y/n tag along with Natasha after civil war. He saw the fight between Nat and Yelena while he ate his snack. He was impressed that she almost beat Natasha, he also whispers to Nat that why she didn't mention she has a hot sister. He and Yelena get along well and they like each other.

You go with Natasha to Hungary, and while she is driving you are reading a Russian-English translation book. She would tell you what words you are saying wrong, which is a lot.

“Learning Russian is so hard!” You whined.

“Such a baby,” Natasha said.

“It's true. Plus reading Russian cursive is much harder” You said.

“You just don't know how to roll your ‘R’s and you need to sound confident when speaking Russian” Natasha said.

You rolled your eyes at her. You continued to read the book again she corrected you. But you and Natasha stopped to get gas for the car. She watched you grab snacks and she paid for them. Then Natasha drove to the city, and you follow her inside a building.

“Why are we here?” You asked.

“I’m looking for someone,” Natasha said.

You followed her into an apartment. Then Yelena aims her gun at Natasha then you take your gun, and aim it at Yelena.

“So... This is how Russians say hi?” You asked.

Yelena doesn't say anything but she glares at you and Natasha. Natasha does have her gun aimed at Yelena and you look at them.

“Y/n put your gun away,” Natasha said.

“But-”

“Y/n!” Natasha yelled.

“Fine!” You yelled.

You put your gun away and moved away slowly while looking at Yelena.

“I’m watching you, blondie,” You said.

Now Yelena and Natasha start to fight, you watch them. You are impressed by how they fight and you can see how strong they are. You start to move out of the way when they get closer to you.

“Do you need help?” You asked.

Natasha doesn't say anything and you keep watching. A few minutes later they stopped and you helped Natasha to stand up. You were going to help Yelena stand up but she didn't grab your hand. Natasha introduced you to Yelena Belova and Natasha told her why they are in Hungary. Yelena leaves with you and Natasha to the secret apartment.

While at the gas station, you are standing next to Natasha while Yelena is a little further away from you two.

“Why you didn't tell me, you have a hot sister?” You whispered.

But Yelena did hear you.

“There is stuff you still don't know about me,” Natasha said.

“I know. But I will always have your back” You winked.

Natasha smiled. You leave the shop with them and you sit in the backseat and start to eat your snacks. Natasha wanted to make sure the red room is destroyed and no one is in control.

“Y/n, you play with arrows?” Yelena asked.

“I don't play with arrows. I'm the best archer” You said.

“After his brother Clint” Natasha said.

“No, I'm way better than him,” You said.

Yelena couldn't help to laugh. You like how Yelena said your name and you start to smile.

You help Natasha and Yelena to find the rest of the black widows. Some were trying to take over the red room, but you helped them to stop it.

---

Natasha is talking to Clint in her hotel room. You met Yelena at a small diner and you sit across from her.

“I like your vest. It looks cool” You said.

“Right!? Such a cool vest. It has so many pockets that I can hide my knives” Yelena said.

She starts to show you all the pockets the vest has. Then she takes out a small knife and you start to smile at her.

“It's the first real thing I bought for myself, once I left the red room,” Yelena said.

“You made a good choice with a vest,” You said.

“I do have good taste,” Yelena said.

“Yeah you do,” You said.

---

You are in Norway, you helped bring items to Natasha. You are outside practicing your archery then a dagger went straight to the tree.

“Hello, white knight,” Yelena said.

You aimed the arrow at her.

“Hello Yelena Belova,” You said.

She starts to run and she dodged your arrow. You and Yelena start to fight and you are blocking her punches.

“Why do Russians fight to say hi!?” You asked.

“You are very dramatic” Yelena smirked.

You were going to punch her but she grabbed your wrist. She turns around and your arm is on her should and she is holding your wrist very tight.

“Argh!” You yelled.

She lets go and you are in pain.

“I told you, white knight, you need to be faster with your punches. If I was your enemy, I would have broken your arm and then make you tell me the information” Yelena said.

You wanted to be faster and stronger when you fight, you asked Yelena to teach you, and she said yes. You can fight but you have been relying on your arrows a lot.

“What brings you to Norway?” You asked.

“You are so nosy,” Yelena said.

You and Yelena smiled at each other. You and Yelena start to talk about stuff.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✬

You are in New York with Clint and you met Kate. You are helping Kate and Clint fight Echo on the roof. While fighting Echo then someone else joined in, and you can't tell it's Yelena because she has on a mask and she is wearing all black. Yelena kicked you and you fell on top of Kate, but you get up and helped Kate stand up. Yelena kicked Clint in the chest then he punched her.

You grabbed your arrow and bow and she starts to dodge it. Clint starts to fight Echo again while you and Kate fight Yelena. But Kate grabbed the explosive arrow and aimed it at the ground, a loud sound and bright light appeared. Everyone’s ears started to ring, but you tried to fight Yelena but she aimed the gun at you. You stopped then Yelena ran away.

“Who was that?” Clint asked.

“I have no idea,” Kate said.

Echo runs away and you are breathing hard.

----

Days later... You followed a lead and you are in shock it's Yelena. You found her in a hotel

“Why did you fight me and my brother?” You asked.

“Y/n, I was on a job and you ask too many questions,” Yelena said.

“Who hired you? I don't get why my girlfriend would take a job that would include killing my brother” You sighed

“Girlfriend? Y/n Barton, you think I'm your girlfriend?” Yelena said in shock.

Your heart starts to race and you just noticed what you said. She is waiting for you to say something and you are speechless... You try to come up with something but just couldn't come up with anything.

“Y/n, do you think I'm your girlfriend?” Yelena asked.

You walked away and leave the room. Yelena didn't say anything she just watch you walk away. You closed the door and run out of the hotel fast.

----

You are at Clint’s house and he is outside grilling the food. Laura is busy helping Clint and you are sitting next to your nephew.

“ Nathaniel, how do you ask a girl out?” You asked.

“Give her a cookie,” Nathaniel said.

He is three years old.

“She is a black widow, smart, I like how she says my name, smart I know I said it already but she really is. And she knows how to fight and I really like her a lot” You said.

You showed him a picture of Yelena.

“She is pretty,” Nathaniel said.

“Right!?” You said.

“What is love?” Nathaniel asked.

“Good question. Love can mean so many different things but it's someone you want to be forever with” You said.

“Playing games together?” Nathaniel said.

“Yes, I will want to play video games with Yelena forever,” You said.

“Wow!” Nathaniel smiled.

You spend time with Clint and everyone else. You start to play games with them and you get a text from Yelena. You showed it to your nephew.

“She texted me!” You said.

“Text?” Nathaniel said.

“She said hi to me,” You said.

“Hi!” Nathaniel said to your phone.

You start to laugh and he is just smiling.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✬

Yelena wanted to meet up with you. And you have been avoiding her for days, you are freaking out.

“Why did you want to meet here in central park? Oh no... You are going to kill me!?” You said.

“What!? No, I'm not going to kill you. We need to talk” Yelena said.

“About?” You said.

“You already know what I want to talk about. Why did you say that I'm your girlfriend?” Yelena said.

Now your heart is beating even faster.

“I-I... I like you a lot. I have feelings for you and I accidentally said that” You said.

“Are you serious?” Yelena asked.

“Yes, I'm serious. I really like you a lot” You said.

Yelena moved closer and you are thinking that she doesn't feel the same way. But what she did surprise you, Yelena put her hand behind your neck and kissed you. You start to kiss her back.

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L.C Kovac

L.C is one of our main characters and the first one to be featured! She is a fierce woman and mother of our beloved Jean. She grew up in Murmansk, Russia and has a husband working fishing boats off the coast of Norway. She moved to America to help Jean have a better life of sorts and plans to move back when Jean turns 21. (More specific info below)

First Name: Loretta “LC/Lori”

Middle Name: Calina

Last Name: Kovac

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 42

Height: 6’ 6’

Birthday: February 6th, 1884

Zodiac: Aquarius

Species: Eurasian Lynx

Father: Artyom Kovac

Mother: Vivianne Beaumont

Siblings: Alexsei Kovac

Lover: Roger Haugen

They met while she was training in a port city in Russia and he was a young boat captain. They did not have enough money to get legally married at the time, so they decided to get married officially when she returns from America. He is still working as a boat captain and sometimes carries cargo to New Orleans or New England when he comes to visit.

Children: Jean Kovac (19)

Pets: N/A

Lives: Originally in Murmansk, Russia. Now lives in St. Louis.

Mental Issues: PTSD from a large explosion near her house. Her brother wasn’t the most stable cat so he was sent to America for therapy after setting off many explosions nearby, causing several deaths.

Physical Issues: Worse hearing in her left ear from the explosions

Disorders/Disabilities: PTSD

Weaknesses: She loves wolves. As a child she rescued a couple of wolf cubs and a pack trusted her and helped her home whenever lost in the woods. She could never hurt one.

Universe: Lackadaisy

Job: Assassin and now helps out the speakeasy.

Future job: Retirement

College: She trained at a camp in St. Petersburg to be an assassin.

Origins/Nationality: Russian

Special Abilities: She is good with a gun but even better with a dagger or throwing knives. As an assassin, you need to know these things to kill someone in a less noticeable way.

Personality: Stoic, Calm, Brave, Extremely Intelligent, Responsible

Fav Flower: Lilacs

Friends: Roger, Verna, Viktor, Jean, Mitzi, Rocky, Jack, Arthur, Alexsei, Freckle, Ivy, Margot, Charlie, Angie, Connie, Simon, A majority of V’s family

Phobias: Spiders, Loud Noises

Fears: Cats lying to her, Slight fear of thunder

Languages spoken: Russian, English, Bits of Norwegian

Sports: She did soccer as a child

Hobbies: Cleaning knives and/or guns, Knitting, Making Pickles

Talents: SHE CaN JuGgLe!!! And survive well in the cold wilderness. Also can carry really heavy things.

Random info: She is actually a teetotaler

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demon ; kento yamazaki

SUMMARY: you are a demon hunter and one of this demons is very different from what you are used to.

warnings: demon!brunette!Kento x fem!reader; Kento is 190cm or 6'2 (i think you can write it like this); big!cocks, that's it cocks, two dicks; double penetration; he has tentacles 😳 (no, he won't fuck you with them); his eyes are black and his canines and lateral incisors are pointed; I'm out of my mind; praise kink; degradation kink; fingering; play with nipples; hanging; oral on you (his tongue grows); there will be no condom use (but you know you should, please don't do this to me and use a condom); double penetration; creampie.

word count: 2.5k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes.

i'll make a nijiro version of this soon.

enjoy 💖

The creature was trapped in a metal chair, chained to the floor. You should have already killed him, but you couldn't. Because you thought he was handsome. You felt so stupid, just because his face was pretty didn't mean you should spare him.

You were a demon hunter and prevented them from harming humans, so you had to kill him. But what about that brunette hair? And that pretty nose? And that jaw? And those lips?

You'd heard from friends that they'd fucked demons before, that they'd come and then kill them, but you couldn't do that, you were better than that.

"What are you thinking about, baby?", he asked, his voice was low, echoing off the walls of the warehouse you'd brought him to. His black eyes focused on you, glistening in the light from outside, teeth sharpened under his smile.

"How to shut you up as fast as I can", you replied, looking back at the knives on your desk.

"Oh yeah?", you suddenly felt him at your back, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach turned to ice, "Are you going to be nice to me, princess?"

"How did you escape?", your voice was so small, you were so scared, for the first time in your life.

"Ah", he chuckled softly, his mouth settling on your neck, "I have my tricks, baby girl", and you felt things slither down your belly and legs and as you looked down, you saw the long, black tentacles curling around your body. Those tentacles came from his back and depending on how much power he had, he could make more of them. You've never met a demon with tentacles and when you captured him, you didn't find any traces that he was like this, "I can smell you... you smell like a horny little slut, you know?"

"Let go of me now", you growled trying to break free, shifting restlessly.

"You find me attractive, don't you?", he asked, chuckling softly, his lips sliding down your neck.

You squinted your eyes trying to concentrate, "Let me go now", you growled through your teeth, feeling your pussy throb as the black tentacles tightened on your thighs.

"I know you don't want to, I can feel your heart beating", one of the countless tentacles slid along the inside of your thigh, the tip coming extremely close to your crotch, caressing the skin still covered by your jeans, "I can feel your pussy throbbing… you smell", and he took a deep breath, "so good…"

"Filthy demon", you cursed, trying to pick up the small dagger on your table trying to hit the thigh of the tall man behind you, but one of the tentacles grabbed your wrist, taking your arm to your own neck.

"Don't be rude, I'm complimenting you, fucking slut."

"Let go of me", you snarled, once more.

His beautiful lips touched your cheek, staying close to your skin as he spoke, taking the dagger from your hand, "Lie to me and say you don't want me."

"How would I want such a disgusting being?", you tried to be strong.

He chuckled, a low laugh, "Disgusting?", a tentacle positioned around your neck and just wrapped around the delicate area, "I'm a monster, but not that kind of monster, you know? If you didn't want me, I'd just walk away… but fuck, when I felt what you wanted from me", he chuckled, "I couldn't control myself… Want to handcuff me again and blow me for a little while, princess?"

You swallowed hard, "Y-you… we can't…", you whispered, getting tired of being strong.

"No? Why not? Because I'm not human?", you took a deep breath, shivering, "Kitten", the tentacle that held you by the neck tightened, making you moan, "you'll never be able to think of another fucking human again after being fucked by me."

The demon turned you on your heels and loosened some of the grip on his tentacles, giving you the opportunity to move away. Your eyes looked at him, the completely black eyes looking at you with so much evil inside them. He grinned, sharp canines and incisors gleaming beneath his handsome smile, the dimples showing. The tentacles wrapped around you again and his hands gripped your waist and finally he kissed you.

You moaned and squirmed, feeling your pussy throb. The bigger one dominated the kiss, his tongue rubbing against yours, hungry, you just allowed him to do what he wanted. His hands roamed your body while the thick black tentacles did the same, exploring every millimeter of it, making your legs tremble.

Two tentacles tightened around your breasts, squeezing them together only so his big hands could play with the nipples hidden under the black clothes. His thumbs began to rub the peaks, his tongue rubbing on yours, his sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip every now and then, the tentacle on your neck squeezing in perfect pressure.

"Fuck, your are so fucking hot", he whispered, his hands going down to be able to remove your shirt, one of the tentacles ripped your bra, in the back, opening it and taking it off. He took a deep breath, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

"Please, sir."

He smiled, "What a nice little slut."

"Thank you, sir."

His hand slid around your waist, having your mouth dominated again, being kissed with desperation. When your hand wandered to his cock, your eyes widened, the problem wasn't just that it was a thick bulge against the black dress pants he wore, but that they were two bulges. Your eyes widened and his heart sped up in despair making him laugh.

"Stay calm, baby…", he whispered, his hand caressing your hair, while one of the tentacles slid over your ass and the other over your thighs, caressing you, "If you want, I can transform and just stay with on-"

"No… it's okay…"

The brunette smirked, "Your sweet saint face is just for decoration, right?", and chuckled when your cheeks flushed, "You want to feel full, don't you?"

"Yes…"

He chuckled evilly, "And I'll do whatever you want."

The older one opened your pants with his hands and let his tentacles take them off for him while his hand was busy stroking your pussy lips, making your legs shake. The tentacle on your neck loosened its grip a little giving you time to breathe and adjust before tightening it again. His tentacles removed the knives from the table and placed you on top of the furniture while his hands were busy with your white panties. He thought if he should just take it off and be delicate, or if he should tear the piece with brute force, and he chose the second option, ripping the panties, earning a startled moan from you.

Kento smiled, his thumb sliding over the wet lips, giving your clit a little attention, making gentle circular motions. He knelt on the floor, tentacles coming out from his back, threading through the white button-up shirt that was opened as he positioned himself on the floor. Four tentacles gripped your legs, opening you for him, holding you in place for his access. A tentacle touched your wrist, pulling it to your own breast, wanting you to touch yourself while another positioned itself on your free breast and began to slide the delicate tip over your nipple. The soft, smooth, black tentacle slid over your delicate skin, making your moan softly.

The brunette took a deep breath and kissed your thighs before sliding his tongue over your wet pussy. You whined, a sigh leaving your lips, your free hand stroking the soft blond hair. The soft tongue rubbed against your clit and moved all over your wet pussy, sucking on the lips before returning to the tender spot and giving it attention.

"Fuck", you cursed feeling his tongue forcing in your entrance.

You didn't expect to feel what you felt. It was like his tongue was sliding down inside you, reaching in, going deeper inside you back and forth, fucking you. Your moan grew more agonized as his thumb began stroking your clit, letting his tongue fuck you.

His dark eyes focused on you, a wicked smile spread across his face, even though you couldn't see it, his nose was resting on your skin as his tongue tasted you so intimately. Saliva escaped his lips, wetting you, sliding down your ass.

A sly moan left your lips when you felt the long tongue leave you and climb your lips, returning to its normal size when reaching the clit, "What a delicious pussy… so tight… you're going to crush my cock like that, princess…"

"How-how…? How you-?"

The brunette chuckled, standing up, sticking out his tongue. The normal-sized tongue grew down his lips, making your heart race. The tentacle on your breast just held it and offered it to its owner for him to curl his long tongue over the delicate skin, the tip rubbing against the nipple as the length slid across the skin, eliciting a whimper from you. One of his hands took your hand away from your own breast and squeezed it hard, making you moan and his free hand went to your pussy, sliding through the lips, collecting the lubrication before sinking them inside you. Fingers curling, back and forth inside you, feeling your hands grip his hair.

"Fucking thigh pussy", whispered the demon as he retracted his tongue, his eyes focusing on his fingers fucking you, the wet sounds mixing with your moans, "Did anyone ever tell you that you moan like a dirty slut?"

You shook your head, "No… I'm sorry, sir."

Kento frowned and then laughed, "Who says I don't like it?", the tentacle on your neck squeezed the delicate area again, pulling you closer to him, "I want to hear every obscene moan that comes from you, princess."

The brunette kissed you again, his fingers still teasing you, gathering lubrication before sliding his finger down to your other entrance, dipping one finger in without difficulty. Which made him laugh and he continued to prepare you gently. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him, feeling your entrance being opened.

His tentacles still held you in place, holding you all the way to your back, so you didn't have to worry about holding on with your hands. Two of them busied themselves with your breasts, squeezing them eagerly as the tips rubbed against your nipples, making your back arch.

The demon's free hand opened his own pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. The kiss ended because of your curiosity to see what the two volumes you had felt earlier were about. Kento had two members, one on top of the other, very close together, under the lower one there was a pair of testicles. Both cocks were thick, countless veins adorned the fair skin, the red tips glowing pre-cum. You swallowed hard, watching him bring his hand to his lips and let saliva fall, sliding it over both of his cocks. You watched with all attention, his hand went to your lips, making you look at him.

"Slobber on it for me, baby girl."

Promptly, you complied, spittle dripping from your mouth onto the large hand under your lips. After a brief moment, he smeared all of your saliva onto his skin, jerking himself off, one cock at a time. With a sigh, he positioned his cocks at your entrances, forcing his way through. You moaned, grabbing his shoulders, hugging him, your hand sliding across his chest, the open white blouse giving you passage over his beautiful abdomen. Your face was buried in his sweet-smelling neck, you could have sworn he smelled like lavender and lust, but she couldn't be sure.

"Everything okay?", Kento asked softly, his hands stroking your hair and back as he sank all of himself inside you, wanting to help you calm down.

"Yes", you replied, slightly agonized, your hips squirming, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Whatever my little baby girl wants."

And the demon began to move. His strong hands held you by the waist, starting delicate movements, the tentacles caressed your thighs, squeezing your breasts, offering them to him. The brunette brought his face to your breasts, lightly nibbling the top of your left breast before enveloping it in his tongue, caressing the bitten skin as the tip of his tongue caressed the peaked nipple. You moaned, digging your short nails into the demon's broad shoulders.

Your moans were agonized, you could feel him so deep inside you, stretching you completely for him. Your moans got louder the faster Kento moved, fucking you without any kind of pity. You had never been so well fucked in your life, there was hate and precision in his movements and it was so wonderful. With one hand, he pulled you by the hair, making you look at him.

"You're so fucking hot", he whispered, "How am I going to fuck anyone else and not think about that ass crushing me? And that pussy drooling all over my cock?"

"Sir", you whispered, lost.

"Funny you're supposed to be killing me, not letting me stretch you open, princess", he chuckled, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Fuck off."

The demon grinned and slapped you across the face, "You better respect me, spoiled slut."

"I'm going to kill-", and you couldn't finish, you couldn't threaten him, after all his thumb went back to caressing your clit while both cocks invaded you with so much desire, "I'm going to cum."

"Come on, little slut, get me all wet, let's go…"

Your inside squeezed him hard, your legs trembled with the tentacles, you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself. He smiled and kissed you, not stopping the movements of his hips, seeking his own pleasure as well. It didn't take long before he was cumming, filling you with cum, making his eyes roll back in his head, his tongue rubbing yours, his hands squeezing your soft ass hard, the pleasure consuming his beautiful body.

"Fuck", he growled holding your face tightly before kissing you again, "No, no, no", he whispered, one of his tentacles gripping your wrist, unnoticed by him (or you thought there was no noticing), your took a silver dagger and was ready to cut his neck, but he stopped you, "It's rude to kill a man right after he cums", he scoffed, "Especially after he makes you cum with so much pleasure. "

The brunette pulled away from you enough to be able to look at you, all trapped by his tentacles, cum sliding through your holes, you were so full. Kento smiled and straightened his pants.

"My name is Kento. Yamazaki Kento", informed the brunette, "If you want to be fucked very well like that and threaten to kill me again, just call me, princess", and after a peck, the demon disappeared, leaving you naked in your warehouse, head full and cum running down your thighs.

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⊹₊⟡⋆   kaylee   kaneshiro   +   they/them   ⊹₊⟡⋆   blasting   back   in   black   by   ac/dc   through   their   airpods   is   HARLOWE   SAITO-BRENNER   .   oh   ,   you   don’t   know   them   ?   they’re   the   twenty7   year   old   musician   who   just   went   viral   for   getting   into   a   physical   altercation   with   the   paparazzi   after   a   camera   got   a   little   too   close.   talk   about   a   catfight!   .   yup   ,   the   one   that   drives   a   triumph   scrambler   1200   .   i   hear   they’re   pretty   +resilient   ,   but   others   have   claimed   that   they’re   quite   -blunt   .   that   makes   sense   ,   considering   they’re   often   labeled   as   the   deadpan   snarker   .

[  ✰  ]  WANTED  &  ESTABLISHED  CONNECTIONS  (  WIP  ).

penned  by  HECATE  (  she/her  ,  21+  ,  pst  )

001.     ↻     BASICS  .

[  ✰  ]  full  name:  harlowe  yumi  saito-brenner

[  ✰  ]  nickname(s):  n/a

[  ✰  ]  age:  27

[  ✰  ]  date  of  birth:  10/31

[  ✰  ]  place  of  birth:  los  angles,  ca,  usa

[  ✰  ]  ethnicity:  japanese,  white

[  ✰  ]  nationality:  american

[  ✰  ]  gender:  non-binary

[  ✰  ]  pronouns:  they/them

[  ✰  ]  orientation:  bisexual  /  biromantic

[  ✰  ]  language(s)  spoken:  japanese,  english,  spanish

[  ✰  ]  mbti:  ESTP

[  ✰  ]  element:  air

[  ✰  ]  zodiac:  scorpio

[  ✰  ]  character  inspiration:  johanna  mason  (  catching  fire  /  the  hunger  games  ),  haley  graham  (  stick  it  ),  stiles  stilinski  (  teen  wolf  ),  tory  nichols  (  cobra  kai  ),  donna  troy  (  dc  comics  )

002.     ↻     BACKGROUND  .

NOTE:  this  is  a  quick  summary  /  tldr  of  harlowe's  background  .  for  a  more  detailed  bio  ,  please  CLICK  HERE  !

born  into  a  legacy  of  professional  athletes  and  entertainers  in  los  angeles  .  harlowe  saito-brenner  starts  their  acting  career  at  age  5  as  one  half  of  the  saito-brenner  siblings  that  often  made  appearances  in  various  auditions  and  landing  themselves  in  small  roles  before  getting  their  big  break  .  they  later  gain  fame  after  being  cast  as  jenny  humphrey  in  gossip  girl  ,  alongside  their  brother  .  while  initially  successful  in  acting  ,  harlowe’s  passion  for  music  took  over  ,  leading  them  to  form  their  band  ultraviolet  .  the  band  eventually  gains  critical  acclaim  with  its  first  two  albums  .  and  after  a  brief  hiatus  to  attend  juilliard  ,  harlowe  has  returned  to  music  full-time  ,  with  their  band  now  based  in  los  angeles  .

003.     ↻     HEADCANONS  .

NOTE:  this  is  a  work  in  progress  so  more  will  be  added  at  a  later  time  !

career  claim  /  inspo:  taylor  momsen  /  the  pretty  reckless

obtained  a  bachelor’s  in  music  with  a  focuses  in  composition  and  piano 

started  their  band  ‘  ultraviolet  ’  at  the  age  of  16.  initially  was  the  drummer  ,  lead  singer  and  songwriter  for  the  band  but  has  transitioned  to  being  just  the  lead  singer  and  songwriter

owns  a  european  doberman  named  kenzo  and  a  black  cat  named  makkuro

did  japanese  jiu  jitsu  as  a  kid  and  continued  into  adulthood  .  they  currently  have  a  blackbelt  !

picked  up  judo  sometime  in  their  teen  years  and  more  recently  kickboxing

collects  vintage  weaponry  (  heavy  emphasis  on  knives  and  daggers  )  and  butterfly  knives

speaking  of  butterfly  knives  ,  always  has  one  on  them  and  honestly  uses  it  as  a  fidget  toy  whenever  they  want  to  keep  their  hands  busy