#I used to do my writing in one sitting and it came out flawless so I also guess I can suggest that unless you don’t have the time

[clover-the-awesomest]

hey hey guess what I have an easy fix for u 😊

do nothing with it for months and then come back to it and then scrap the whole thing and start over again but this time without any motivation or recent experience in writing and a longing for even more perfection so you just end up sitting there in front of your Google docs wondering where you went wrong in life and why you can’t even write a single sentence without getting pissed and deleted all your progress again and again and again

rinse and repeat 😎

Working on The Arc of Lord Hater, and admittedly having a super difficult time with it -.___.-

He’s not easy for me to connect to, and despite having such solid ideas, execution has been a nightmare. Sometimes writing is really hard :/

[authorhjk1]

How would you do a short free-use story staring your favorite idol?

Thanks for the ask! Although I'm not sure what you mean exactly with "How" Do you want me to explain it or write it? I decided to just write it, hope you enjoy. @mechaknight-98 I saw your other request, I will get to it when I have the time.

(I hope I understood the concept of free-use correctly)

White

Kim Jisoo X Male Reader

You hear voices behind the door, after you rang the doorbell. Footsteps come closer and you take a step back. A moment later, the door is being opened.

For a moment, you are stunned by her beauty. How can a person be so pretty? So perfect? You smell her flowery scent. Maybe roses.

Her eyes grow big once she realises who is standing in front of her.

"(Y/n), I-I..."

Jisoo stutters, too surprised to see you standing in front of her parent's mansion. The young heiress of the Kim Group is usually very well spoken.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just came back from a business trip. I haven't had your pussy in weeks."

You catch her flinching.

Despite the amount of times you've already taken advantage of your arrangement, she is still uncomfortable talking about it openly.

"S-Sure. Please follow me."

Jisoo turns around and leads you inside her parent's place, after you shut the door behind you. You walk behind her, enjoying the view of her naked shoulders. The back of her necklace sparkles in the light of the chandelier in the hallway.

Approaching the big wooden stairs in the middle of the house, the two of you pass by the entrance to the dining room.

"Jisoo!"

She freezes in place, before you both look into the room. You recognize her parents, who sit on one side of the table. A chair is empty, the one next to it is occupied by Jisoo's fiance.

"Who is this man?"

Her father looks at you in suspicion.

"He is a business partner of mine. We are headed to my study, cause we have to make an important decision on the future of our companies' relationship, which can't be delayed."

That's the Jisoo everyone knows. The strong, independent and successful businesswoman. The complete opposite of the Jisoo you know. Your submissive, free-use toy.

Her father nods in approval, visibly oblivious. You do a short bow in his direction. Jisoo starts walking again. Her chin raised, back straight.

Halfway up the stairs, you can't help it anymore. She just looks flawless. And you really have been longing for her for weeks.

You reach out, your hand squeezing her ass through her white dress. Jisoo jumps, but she doesn't say anything. She keeps walking as if nothing is happening. After squeezing her right cheek a couple of times, you stop walking, making her stop too.

"Suck me off."

Jisoo turns around. You are almost at the top of the stairs already. You see the confusion in her eyes. Why can't you wait one more minute?

But she doesn't talk back. Jisoo carefully gets on her knees in front of you, making sure she doesn't mess up her dress somehow.

A moment later, your cock lands on her face. Jisoo closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she savours your smell. You can tell that your absence made her sexually frustrated.

"Are you still waiting until you married him?"

It's an odd question to ask, when the soon to be bride is giving the tip of your dick a sensual kiss.

"Yes. But he keeps trying to initiate something. I don't know if he is gonna wait until he puts a wedding ring on my finger."

You sigh as your gaze gets caught on the big silver diamond ring on her ring finger. The hand it's on is stroking your cock, while she talks.

"I don't like it. But I can't blame him."

You reach down and cup her cheek. Jisoo leans into it, looking up at you with big eyes.

"A woman like you could make a man do whatever she wants. You are fucking gorgeous."

You quickly realize the irony of your words. You are making her do whatever you want.

"Thank you."

A shy smile plays around her lips. Jisoo still can't take compliments. At least when they are coming from you.

After your quick exchange, she finally starts giving you head properly. You can't believe how much of a slut you've turned her into. She is sucking you off in the middle of her parents house in plain sight, while her parents and her boyfriend are in the room next door.

"That's a good girl."

You encourage Jisoo as she bobs her head on your cock. You've missed her mouth. The way her lips wrap around you. The way her tongue glides along your length. The way her throat tightens, when you push past her gag reflex.

As exciting and adventurous this little scene might be, you know that you will get caught sooner rather than later, if you don't move on.

"Let's go to your room. I don't want to waste my time here when I could be in there, plowing your pussy like I own it."

You help Jisoo to her feet, catching the slight blush on her cheeks.

"Because I do."

You whisper into her ear, before spinning her around.

The two of you finally make it down the hallway without any further incidents. Once you reach her room, you walk inside, waiting for her to close the door behind her.

She has turned into a shy, innocent girl once again. You lean against Jisoo, pressing her against the door, kissing every inch of her exposed skin.

"How did I even make it these couple of weeks without this body of yours?"

It was a rhetoric question between kisses, but Jisoo tries to come up with an explanation. An explanation that satisfies you.

"I send you several pictures of me every day. And videos. I kept thinking of you while I..."

A growl escapes your lips. The power you have over her right now gives you a familiar rush of adrenaline.

"Strip."

You sit down on the edge of her bed, crossing your arms in front of you. If you were sitting on a chair at your desk, it would've looked like Jisoo was there to apply for an internship.

She shyly brushes all of her hair on her right side behind her ear.

"Can you help me please?"

Jisoo turns around. She know uses her whole hand to put all of her hair over her left shoulder. You reach upwards, taking the zipper of her dress, before slowly pulling it down. Your eyes follow her dress as she lets it slip down her frame.

Her porcelain like skin and her white lace panties captivate you. Her fiance must go mad, knowing she is together with him and he still can't have her.

The sight of Jisoo, standing in front of you almost completely naked, makes you finally jump into action. You pin her against the door, before she can react. Your pants are on the floor a second later.

After pushing the white fabric to the side, Jisoo does nothing but moan as you ease yourself inside.

"Oh fuck."

You groan into her ear, relishing in the familiar feeling of being inside her tight cunt. Jisoo's cheek is pressed up against the white wood as she takes your pounding from behind. Her moans are deeper than they usually are. Maybe because you haven't fucked her in a while. Or because her parents and fiance are downstairs.

You kiss her other cheek and her naked shoulders as you thrust into her again and again. Her scent only makes you go harder. You hold her waist with both hands, pounding her against the door.

Jisoo's eyes are closed. You can't tell if it's because she is liking it so much, or because she is cheating. Either way, you keep using her body to make yourself cum. Her tight walls do most of the job. They squeeze around you, trying to make you cum as quick as possible.

Leaning against her, you fuck her into the door, slowly approaching your orgasm.

"Fuck Jisoo."

She knows what's coming next, moaning a little louder as she feels you throbbing inside of her.

That rush, coming from knowing you are using another man's woman as a free-use toy, pushes you over the edge. You claim Jisoo's pussy as yours as you paint her insides white. She feels your cum warm her lower region. While her fiance is probably begging her to sleep with him, you don't even bother asking where she would want your cum. You creampie Kim Jisoo, enjoying the familiar feeling of her cum filled pussy squeezing your cock.

Jisoo was never the loud type. Which is a blessing in disguise, especially when you use her in public. She barely talks, only moans and whines escape her mouth. It fits her reserved, proud character. Jisoo doesn't look very elegant or proud right now as you finally come to a hold. You bite into her ear, just above her earrings. As she flinches and hisses in pain, you only have time to think for barely a second. You wonder if she bought them, or her fiance did. They look beautiful on her.

When you open your eyes again, you see your teeth marks in her ear. Jisoo's forehead is now leaning against the wood. Her eyes are still closed, she is taking heavy breaths.

Resting your chin on her naked shoulder, you stay buried inside her snug hole.

"I have a meeting with your company tomorrow."

You kiss her neck, this time more careful not to leave a mark.

"Put your hair in a ponytail. I need something to hold onto. You don't want me to mess up your hair, do you?"

You step into her huge office after the first half of the long meeting is over. Jisoo surely did not disappoint.

Throughout the whole meeting, you were the only person aware of the fact that Jisoo is not wearing anything underneath that dress. She send you a picture this morning. She is only one button away from standing naked in front of you.

You walk around her desk, sitting down in her comfortable leather chair. Jisoo knows how the two of you will spend your lunch break.

[wolfish-trickster]

People pleaser(s)

Astarion x f!reader/Tav

Word count: 5.8K

Summary: Astarion pleased people to survive, you pleased them to keep them with you. What happens when one people pleaser meets another? Trauma is what.

Warnings: angst (like heavy amount), trauma (lots of it), typos, grammar mistakes

A/N: based off of this. A random 3am motivation hit and i thought why not write the whole thing myself 😅

Observe, listen, learn, use, lure. Those were the tactics Astarion used while under Cazador's reign.

Observe: go into a crowded space, usually a bar or a tavern, look for people, preferably lonely or loners.

Listen: sit close to them, listen to the conversations they are having, either with their friends or bartender.

Learn: if his new target is a regular and a hard nut to crack memorize every detail about them for future use.

Use: talk with them, compliment them, tell them what their heart yearns to hear, use his aquired knowledge from previous steps to his advantage, mold himself into the person they desire

Lure: give them a night of passion, promise them more, and while they're still drunk on the pleasure he gave them, take them back to Cazador's palace.

This was the regime he lived under for around two centuries. A flawless plan no one was able to escape nor evade. Until one fateful night he got kidnapped by mindflayers. Those retched tentacled beasts. And yet he was grateful. Even death or changing into one of them was better than his life so far. But fate had other plans.

It lead him to you, among other people. You were sharp, aggressive in just the right amount, but soft and caring when needed. It was obvious you were the leader of the group he stumbled into. This new status quo gave him a new perspective of life, of his situation. He was still undead, still tormented by sanguin hunger, but he could walk on the sun now. He could cross rivers and enter buildings without needed invitation first. Small things, but they made him feel much more powerful, more in control of his life. Once he realized it, it made his head spin. For the first time he was free.

And he could be even more. If only...

If only he played his old tricks on you. To get you to like him, love him even. You'd aid him greatly in defeating his former master.

And so, reluctantly but partialy out of habit, he fell into his old ways.

Observe: some days it seemed like you were everywhere at once, helping everyone with everything and yet no one has done the same for you

Listen: there wasn't much listening on his part. You were the one to listen to your companions. Whatever bothered them, their opinion, their life story, the topic varied but you always listened, never spoke.

Learn: from his observing he has learned, well, practically nothing about you. You never talked about your past or your interests. And yet that has told him everything he needed to know.

Use: when you walked up to him and asked him anything, he always turned the conversation back to you. Oh him? He's good today, how are you doing? Late at night when you volunteered to keep watch (of course you always did) he kept you company and gave you the space to talk your heart out. It was to make you see him as a trustworthy companion, someone all he sees is you. And even though it was all part of his plan, very deep inside he has started to quite enjoy the alone time he had with you

Lure: it didn't take much convincing to take you to his bed. Or rather to take you to a forest. True, you've refused him the first time, no doubt playing hard to get. But the second time he only needed to use a charming word or two and, even though an expression he couldn't quite put a finger on flashed through your face, you agreed. You came. Several times in fact.

And that was it. Nicely wrapped around his finger. Or so he thought.

"You will come to my bed tonight, won't you?"

You took a sip of the wine he so generously shared with you and shook your head. "No, sorry. Too tired."

"Come now, don't be coy. Or do you need a bit of enticing?"

You pondered a bit. With a held breath he waited for your answer, already preparing some of his favourite lines that would definitely work on you in case you insisted on your previous answer. The last few days you have been spending more and more time with everyone else rather than him. Astarion found it quite odd, people like you usually get attached to people like him. Nevertheless, he needed to remind you what he can give you. In return for your help and protection, of course.

Eventually after looking around a bit, most likely checking if your companions were asleep, you nodded with a sigh. Not an enthusiastic one, as he observed.

"Is something the matter?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh. No, nothing. I'm just really tired. But, I mean, you want to, so..."

"Oh my sweet," he took your chin between his index and middle finger and tilted your head up to look at him, "trust me, after some time with me you'll fall asleep faster than a babe. You'll never have a better rest than in my embrace," he purred.

*

Paradoxically after that night you avoided him even more. And Astarion has put such a work into pleasing you! What went wrong? Will you not sleep with him anymore? Not that he'd complain, but to think about the consequences it could bring him. Any misstep, any minor inconvinience and you could chase him off the camp. Others merely tolerated his presence, none of them would stand up for him if his exile was ever brought up. Well, maybe Karlach would, but she seems to mindlessly love everything and everyone, like a huge beastly looking puppy. A true enigma, that woman.

Since sex was no longer working he tried to at least be useful to you. However every help, every assistance, every chance of him spending even a minute longer than needed in your presence was met with a "no, thanks Astarion, I can handle it."

His position? Hopeless. His skills? Useless.

As he was drowning in despair he didn't even hear the conversation with a drow you've discussed some potions with. Until the word spawn was mentioned.

"What's your name, spawn?"

"Astarion," he said.

"Astarion," the woman repeated. The way she prolonged the wovels in his name made him shudder. Even more when he finally registered the stench that has been enveloping them and which his mind was ignoring for the past few whiles. It was coming from her. Her blood. Astarion surpressed the need to gag.

"I can give you a potion of incredible power. It isn't for sale, but it's yours," the drow told you and then turned her head towards him, "if you bite me."

"What? You want to be bitten?" He must've hit his head. Or has Gale put a spell on him to make him a complete fool?

He glanced at you but your face remained emotionless. No indication of what you wanted him to do. Or if you even wanted the potion at all. Though, he promised himself to win you over by any means possible, he simply couldn't push himself to drink that foul excuse of a blood in that drow's veins.

"I would have to decline," he tried. It's been a long time since he had said similair words to anyone. It felt foreign, but powerful in a way. He liked it.

"Excuse me?" She exclaimed. "This is a chance of a lifetime."

"I gave you my answer," he growled. This, the ability to say no. To finally be the one shaking their head and declining. It made him higher than any passionate night ever did.

"Ugh, can you talk some sense into him?" The drow turned to you.

You blinked at him and he finally could read your expression: confusion. Well, better that than anger, right?

"I kinda thought you'd jump at the opportunity there."

"Can you give us a moment?" He said way too sweetly as he took your shoulder and fully turned you away from everyone to have some privacy with you.

"Are you seriously asking me to do this?" He asked and prayed to all gods you'd tell him no, just like you always did.

"Why? What's going on? You're not hungry?"

"It's her blood. It's," he inhaled to get a better grasp at what it actually reminded him of, "rotten. Drinking it wouldn't kill me, but it certainly wouldn't be pleasant."

You shrugged. "It's your life. Your choice. Do as you want."

"Really?" He was taken aback. Do you even realize what you just said? What amount of power you just gave him? After nearly two centuries he was given his will to choose for himself. Free of consequences, with no conditions or threats of violence. "Thank you," he told you before turning back to the drow and releating his proud no.

As all of you were leaving back to the camp Astarion couldn't surpress the smile blooming on his face. He has done it. He said no. He declined someone access to his body. Granted, only to his fangs, but even that's a wonderful start.

Then his thoughts went back to you, as it was a custom since he joined your group. It was some weeks since the two of you layed together the last time. Even longer since he was usefull to you in any way. Even in battles the one with the most blood on their hands was Karlach and not the charming rogue. He hasn't given you a reason to stand up for him like that. Or to care for him in any way. He was almost sure you've even grown to hate him. And yet your actions proved otherwise.

He observed you again. You still helped wherever you could. Still listened and played therapist for everyone. Wait, that's it!

"Y/N dear," he aproached you one night, "can we talk?"

He took in your doe slightly startled eyes. How the stars twinkled in them. It made his chest twist in this unknown way.

"Sure, what do you need? You don't want to sleep with me again," you took a small defensive step back," do you?"

"What? No, don't you worry. Even masters of the horizontal tango need some rest. I wanted to ask you," he wasn't even sure what is it he wanted to know. "I wanted to ask..."

You waited patiently for him. No interuptions, no hurrying him to just spit it out. As if you were the immortal one with plenty of time on your hands.

"Do you hate me?" He spat out almost as a one word. There, it was out.

"What? No. How did you even come to think of that?"

"Do you want it alphabetically or chronologically?"

"No need for that," you halted him. "Just... did I do something you didn't like? Was I annoying? Just tell me and I'll stop."

"What? You think you've done something to me?"

You nodded.

He laughed. "Oh my, how funny you are. No, you haven't done a thing I didn't find absolutely indearing. It might've been me who overstepped. But no need to nitpick about the past. You don't hate me and that's all I needed to know. Have a pleasant rest of the night, dear," he waved you goodbye but before he could go back to his tent you called out for him.

"Astarion wait," you tugged at his sleeve to stop him, "can you at least tell me what I did to make you think so low of me?"

He was quiet for a while. Now that he thought about it, the reason was quite silly. Or maybe that's just his mind playing with him. "You weren't spending as much time with me anymore," he admitted and now that it was said outloud he cringed. He sounded like a whiny teenager with a crush rather than an experienced rake.

"Oh," you let go of his sleeve. "I'm sorry. It wasn't on purpose."

"I know, how can anyone neglect this wonderful bastard on purpose after all," he ran his hand through his curls and made them a bit more puffy.

You chuckled and bid him goodnight. Back in his bedroll he kept replaying your chuckle in his head. Was it just him or did it sound sweeter than usual? And what is this twisting in his chest again? It must be just delusions from his hunger. Even though he has sucked dry one huge deer an hour ago he must've become hungry again. But even when hunting for a new prey he barely focused. His mind kept doing what it did since he joined your group: thinking about you.

*

His feelings grew from minor twisting and turning into a full body reaction whenever he was close to you. Which is all the time nowadays. You must've taken his complaining about your lack of companionship to heart since you've practically become his shadow from that night forward. Not that he minded, of course. You fed his ego wonderfully and at times Astarion had difficulties remembering he was supposed to be doing that to you, not the other way around. He was supposed to make your heart sing for him, your hands itch to be on him, your eyes stealing glances at him and shyly turn away once you notice him staring back. How dare you reverse the roles he planned for the two of you!

Then again it wasn't so bad. Waking up and having thoughts of anything else rather than survival was a nice change, especially if those thoughts were of you. Especially now that the two of you spend so much time together. It felt like getting to know you all over again.

He was more than sure you were discussing your mutual fear of snakes with Gale a few months back. Now you excitedly tugged on his arm and pointed at any legless reptile you spotted on your path. Maybe he had a therapeutic effect on you.

Nearly everything he learned about you before was wrong. But that made you that more exciting. And that more easier to care for.

He couldn't bear it any longer. He needed to tell you the truth. You were much too good of a person to be left in a lie. Even though the loving words he told you before as a lie became true. You still deserved to know.

"You see I had a plan. A nice simple plan. Seduce you, slelp with you, manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me. It was easy. Instinctive. Two hundred years of charming people kicked it and all you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you. Which is where my nice simple plan fell apart."

Throughout his whole confession he closely studied your face. It changed from curiosity to shock to sadness. But never anger. A good sign to continue.

"You deserve something real. I want us to be something real."

Your expression was still sad. How come? It was supposed to turn into hapliness. He just opened up before you, poured out all his feelings and gave you his heart on a silver platter. Then again he should've seen this coming. You were much like Karlach. A fearsome fighter but pure as a lilly. And what he has done to you, what he has just confessed to... you truly deserved something better than him. He wouldn't even hold it against you.

"Well, since we're admitting to secrets and all that, I don't want to leave you hanging," you nervously played with your fingers, "I also have something to confess to."

If Astarion still had a beating heart it would sink to his feet upon your next words.

*

"People come and go. Some decide to stay, some don't. That's life, Y/N. You just have to accept it and move on. Someone great will show up for you soon, I'm sure of it."

Those are the words your parents used to tell you everytime a friend of yours distanced themself from you or outright left you. When you were little you believed their words and always held hope that someone will show up and finally stay. To fulfill your dreams of a big friend group, fooling around under the summer sun, talk spooky stories around campfire. Things you saw other people do, living your dream.

But no matter who came across you they always left one way or another. It started to seem like athe whole world was against you. Once you couldn't bear the unfairness and you outright asked a friend who started to avoid you for a reason. Why they all started to avoid you.

"If it smells like shit everywhere you go maybe you should check under your shoe," they snickered, as if they haven't spend the past few momths with you, as if you were a pest.

But they were right in a way. Compared to your peers you were quite odd. While others steered clear of corpses you had no problem poking their eyes out, no matter what species or size your macabre plaything was. Most people would stay away from fights with people twice their size, but once you got riled up enough you weren't affraid to throw a punch yourself, even tricking bigger oponents so you weren't the only one with a busted lip. Your fashion sense and taste in music wasn't much better.

Over the years you perfected your abilities to see through people. Look for what they wanted. If a soft spoken friend was what they desired there you were, telling them flowery words you studied night before in a cheap romance novel. If a drinking buddy was needed you experimented with different types of alcohol to see which one can your body tolerate the best and then off you went to the pub with your new friends, making youself look like the biggest expert. If any as much as glared at something you found utterly indearing, whatever it was, you completely agreed with them. You even had to stop wearing some of your most favourite accesories. It broke your heart but it was a neccessary sacrifice.

As years passed you learned even better to expect people's needs ans fulfill them before they even voiced them. You even found a bit of a fun in it all. Putting up different masks depending who you were with. If birds of feather fly together was literal, your flock of friends was the most diverse in the nature. You had obtained friends of any kind, size, personallity, race, rank, gender, sexual orientation, quite everyone to be honest. You never had this many friends. None of them knew the real you but you couldn't care less. None of them left you. It was all that mattered. You swore you have forgotten what being abandoned even felt like.

Until Astarion.

When he first joined you didn't feel much about him. Blood thirsty, flirtatious, most likely dark past. You've had at least three people like him and they all became your friends in under a week. Getting him would be easy.

And it was. Few compliments here, some ego strokes there and he was happily sitting by the fire with you, even right next to Gale if you arranged it so.

You seemed to go up a level in his eyes when you offered him to drink from you. Despite all your instincts yelling at you to get the hell out of there you pushed through it and gave him as much of your life force as you could. He became tamer than Scratch after that day. Not that you've used it against him. You were just glad he took a liking to you. So what if you were dizzy the whole day afterwards.

But then it all changed when he asked to bed you. In all your life you've had friends who mistook your kindness for flirting but you've always turned them down. By the time they even worked up the courage to ask you've built yourself into such a good friend to them that even a romantic rejection wouldn't make them leave. Pleasing them and telling them what they wanted to hear was one thing but being intimate, letting them close to your body, was completely different. Even you had rules and boundaries you simply refused to change.

His first request was met with a harsh rejection. He was sulking for couple of days but you were sure he'd be like before in no time. He still fought with all his might and joked around but more often than not you've felt his piercing gaze on you. As if he was studying you. For sure trying to figure out why you've rejected him. He looked like the type that wasn't told no often after all.

Then you noticed how closer he grew with Karlach. Of course he did, she was the most lovable person you've ever met. You could even be yourself around her to a degree. Her ruthlessness in battles always came as a whiplash to you though. The duality of her, a true mystery she was.

She started to gush about him more too. No doubt viewing him as a quirky little guy since he couldn't harm her at all. Even enjoying his stupid jokes the most.

By the time Astarion's second proposition came you've been trying to make up your mind. No doubt if you refuse him again he'll grow bored and leave. He's too proud to stay after being rejected. When his question finally fell you glanced around and took a sight of Karlach. That huge warm ball of pure joy. If her favourite jokester left the camp, you couldn't bear the sadness on her face. So you agreed.

You drank a whole bottle of wine on your way to the agreed place in the forrest. Far away from the camp. You couldn't figure out why. Was he a loud lover? Would you be? Only one way to find out.

Or not.

He kissed you and that's the last thing you remember. The next thing you know you were laying on the grass, naked and sweaty, with Astarion standing afar, taking in the morning sun. Was it morning already?

Without a sound you gathered your clothes and sneaked off. You passed a small creek on your way, in it you've washed away the previous night. Despite the cold water bringing you back to reality you still felt touched, tainted. Your brain couldn't remember a thing but your body did and it disgusted you. But Astarion was apparantly happy. He wouldn't leave. All was good.

*

It was all a mistake, you told yourself. Of course now that he has had a taste he wanted more. Even though you gently turned him down and even suggested someone else or outright offered to go to the nearest town and search for a brothel, hells you'd even give him some of your gold if needed, he still only asked you. Why? It was beyond you. The same scenario played out again. He asked, you declined, he insisted, and even though you were quite curious about his was of enticing people you caught a glance of Karlach again, reenacting some funny scene from her life for Shadowheart. The smile on her face...

You agreed, again. This time you at least wanted to feel good. You didn't drink in hopes of remembering at least the pleasure. That was what the sex was about right? Pleasure, climax, a feeling most of your friends quickly got addicted to and gushed about infront of you.

You felt nothing. Mentally you were there, but more like an autopilot. He kissed your neck, so you tilted your head to give him more space. Not because it felt good being kissed there, becuase of how he moaned while he licked up your pulse. When he made a sound so did you. When he caressed you, you caressed him bacm. You mirrored him as best as you could to make him not suspect a thing. However there came a moment when you just needed to cry. You quickly pulled his head into the nape of your neck so he didn't have to see and question what kind of a weirdo you were. Crying during the most pleasurable part. Truly weird beyond belief.

The next morning you couldn't even look him in the eye. He did nothing wrong and you knew it. It wasn't worth it. Torturing yourself like this. Not for Karlach, not for him. You were done. If he ever asks you again you'll reject him. You didn't care if he stayed or left anymore. He must've had his fill of you. You won't give him anything more.

*

"Do you hate me?"

That question was like a punch to the gut. Completely out of the blue too. "What? No. How did you even come to think of that?"

Your own thoughts were racing as well as his. You did most of the chores around the camp, even those you agreed would be his. Just becuase you won't let him use your body as he pleases doesn't mean all your people pleaser instincts will leave completely. If you can't give him your body you'll at least gift him your own free time. Still even after that he tried to come and take som chores off of your hands but you wouldn't let him. You had to keep on moving, it distracted you from what he did to you. Or rather what you did to yourself.

Even later at the drow you stood up for him when she just treated him as a peace of meat. You just didn't have the heart to let her.

"Do you want it alphabetically or chronologically?"

"No need for that," you halted him. "Just... did I do something you didn't like? Was I annoying? Just tell me and I'll stop."

"What? You think you've done something to me?"

You nodded. What else could be the reason? It was always your fault others left. Maybe you've slipped up on accident and showed him a part of you that annoyed him. For some reason keeping up a mask around was harder and harder with each passing day.

He laughed. "Oh my, how funny you are. No, you haven't done a thing I didn't find absolutely indearing. It might've been me who overstepped. But no need to nitpick about the past. You don't hate me and that's all I needed to know. Have a pleasant rest of the night dear," he waved you goodbye but before he could go back to his tent you called out for him.

"Astarion wait," you tugged at his sleeve to stop him. You needed to know. "Can you at least tell me what I did to make you think so low of me?"

He was quiet for a while. Then he spoke. "You weren't spending as much time with me anymore."

"Oh," you let go of his sleeve. "I'm sorry. It wasn't on purpose."

"I know, how can anyone neglect this wonderful bastard on purpose after all," he ran his hand through his curls and made them a bit more puffy.

You chuckled. He must've figured out you loved his hair. It looked even better under moonlight. You shook yourself from admiring his hair and bid him goodnight.

How could you have been so careless? Neglecting him like that. You felt hurt, true, but it was your fault you felt like that, not his. He didn't do anything wrong. None of them ever did.

After you were done beating yourself up over your stupid mistake you promised yourself you'll spend more time with him. Hells, you'll become his tail if needed.

And as you were falling asleep you thought to yourself that maybe being that close to him won't be so bad.

*

Astarion was truly weird. But in a good way.

First you halt all intimacy after he has had a taste of you. Then you avoid him to the point he thinks you hate him. And yet he's still there, every single morning you expected him to be long gone he still greets you and compares your hair to a birds nest, offering his hair taming services for you.

You started to ease up a little around him. Being with him all the time was a bit overwhelming in the begining but the more time you spent together the more slip ups you made. And the wider his smile seemed to become.

Sooner or later you've dropped your mask completely around him. Told him what you thought, freely got excited about anything you encountered on the road, talked endlessly about topics most found boring. But Astarion? No boredom ever showed itself in his eyes. He only looked at you as if you were his whole world. Even when you were in a city negotiating something you could still feel his gaze on you.

His touches began to linger too. Before you just bit your cheek and let him touch you as he pleased. As long as his hands didn't wander you didn't exactly mind, if he wanted to you let him. But something has changed about him. Or rather the way you see him. His touch was less calculated and more... friendly? Sort of shy? When he was trying to get inside your pant the first time he usually brushed his palm along the small of your back with a wink but now, all he needed to slightly blush was for the backs of your hands to make a contact while you walked. Did you misread him in the begining?

The answer came like a lightning from clear blue sky.

Here you were now, listening to the rogue vampire who you grew to love despite how much pain you suffered through just to keep him from leaving, telling you about he was forcing himself as well all along. At first you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but you could only feel sadness and sympathy for him. He never truly talked about his master and what he had to go through under his rule, but whatever he decided to share with you should've concidered more carefuly when coming up with ways of pleasing him. You should've known he was trying to manipulate you, just like you were him.

"I also have something to confess to," you took a deep breath. "I never wanted to sleep with you. I only did that becuase you would've left otherwise."

"Wha-" he took a step back, bewildered. "What are you saying?"

"I never wanted to do it with you. After you asked me the first time and I rejected you I noticed how Karlach grew to like you and I thought you would've left if someone didn't fulfill your needs. Since nobody really liked you back then, well aside from me and Karlach, and you only ever asked me I felt like I had to. You would've left otherwise and Karlach would be sad to see you go. Me too in a way... It is quite funny if you think about it," you chuckled a bit.

"Funny? In what universe is this funny?" He said with a slight anger in his voice.

"Just think," you tried to explain, "you manipulated me and at the same time I was kind of manipulating you back. You were right, this group really is full of wierdoes."

He didn't share the same humor as you. What was on his face was a mix of anger, disgust and horror. But he quickly hid those feelings away. "Well, seems like we are truly fated to be together then. If you'll have me that is."

You smiled up at him. The past is past now, you only focused on the fact that he grew to truly care about you, despite his plans. "Of course I will Astarion. But I do have a request."

"Anything, my dear."

You smiled at the pet name. Many people gave you cute or silly nicknames but this was the first that felt genuine. "No sex. For now at least. Please?"

He nodded. "Even though it would almost be a challenge, I would greatly appreciate it as well."

You smiled at eachother like two idiots in love, which you believed you were. Two broken people as well, but now you have eachother.

"I also have a request: no lying, no telling me what I want to hear. Only truth from now on," he said.

You agreed. He then extended his hand to you and you gladly took it. The feelings you held towards him from the first night you slept together still lingered but not as strongly as before. You could see the situation more clearly now. The world broke both of you in different ways, but together you could heal again.

That night you dreamed of what could be. After his master is defeated, after you're both freed from those worms. For the first time in your life you had someone by your side who wouldn't leave. And for the first time in your life you were excited for the future with him.

The same couldn't be said for Astarion that night. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing your face, your lovely innocent looking face, telling him how you forced yourself to be with him. You were even pure enough to find humour in that. Maybe that was the way you coped.

He felt disgusted in himself. What was supposed to be a romantic bonding moment, changing your lives for the better, became an ugly memory.

Night after night he talked with you, truly talked. Admitted to everything Cazador has did to him. He also pried out the truth from you, how you came to wearing hundreds of different masks for hundreds of different people. You were right in a way, it was a bit funny how similair the two of you were. But while he wore those masks to survive you wore them to not be alone. He understood regardless.

However, on the nights when his racing mind wouldn't slow down he saw all the pain and suffering he caused and now with your face added among them all in the worst way possible. Making you do as he asked, you not being able to decline. How was he any better than Cazador?

[surftrips]

PINK SLIPS | CLARISSE LA RUE

pairing: clarisse la rue x female!reader

summary: clarisse keeps her distance following the capture the flag incident.

word count: 1.1k

author's note: happy valentine's day week! here is my gift to you all, part two to shapeshift 💘💘

i. you blew me a kiss in the class that she skips 

Stacy used to never show up for archery practices, but recently, she had taken to accompanying you just to sit nearby and watch.

After the Capture the Flag incident, it seemed as though Stacy was around even more than usual. You liked her, you really did, she was your girlfriend, after all… but you also liked your alone time and space.

Speaking of space, Clarisse was giving you a lot of that lately. It’s not like the two of you were ever that close, but you thought that after she saved you, she would at least acknowledge you here and there.

Instead, Clarisse had been skipping practices and camp activities, so much so that a small pile of pink slips had begun to accumulate on her bedside table. (You heard this from a friend of yours who happened to also be in Ares cabin). 

After hitting the target once again, you looked over to see Stacy blowing you a kiss. You sighed, feeling sorrowful all of a sudden. You must have looked cold, because before you knew it, your girlfriend was running up to you and draping her sweater over your arms. “Here, sweet girl,” she smiled.

You smiled back, admiring the flawless makeup on her face and the way her hair fell perfectly down her back. Stacy’s eyeliner was always colored in the lines, sharp. 

ii. you write me love letters, while she gets pink slips 

For a child of Aphrodite, it was like every day was Valentine’s Day. So when you found a love letter addressed to you on your bed in the middle of July, you didn’t blink twice. Your heart, however, did skip a beat when you read “From your secret admirer…” 

Without hesitation, you ripped the envelope open and your eyes immediately darted to the signature at the bottom. “Xoxo, Stacy.” 

Your body relaxed and the rational part of your brain took over. What were you thinking? Of course, this letter was from your girlfriend, who you liked very much. You had very strong feelings for her. She was wonderful, and perfect, and nothing like–

You wouldn’t even let yourself finish the rest of your thought. That would be entirely unfair to Stacy, who had done nothing but smother you with love and affection since the two of you started going out. 

Okay, maybe smother wasn’t the best word for it. It wasn’t Stacy’s fault that her love language just happened to be grandeur and overbearing displays of affections, right? You should be grateful that at least you had someone. 

In theory, your relationship was all perfect. 

iii. but perfect’s never been my type 

“I don’t see what the big deal is, she’s just a friend!” you exclaimed, trying to explain to your girlfriend that you were going to hang out with another camper. 

“From the Ares cabin!” Stacy rebutted. 

“What does that have to do with anything?” 

“She’s also in that cabin.” You paused, it would appear that you weren’t the only one that had been thinking about Clarisse. 

“Okay, that’s not fair. She saved me one time during Capture the Flag, it didn’t mean anything,” you shook your head, as if to force the memory of Clarisse’s eyes scanning your body out of your mind. 

“Oh, sure. And her suddenly disappearing around camp means nothing too?”

“Are you keeping tabs on her now?” 

“She’s not good for you, Y/N. She would never be as good to you as I am.” Stacy inched closer with every word that came out of her mouth. 

“Are you though? Good to me?” Every thought of Clarisse gave you the confidence to speak your mind. 

Stacy looked hurt, like she had taken a punch to the gut. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re around, like all the time. I’m not saying I don’t like being with you, because I do, but now I can’t even hang out with my friends without you there? I need my space.”

If Stacy knew that there was something more you weren’t letting on, she didn’t show it.

“You want space? Okay, we’re done.” The next second, she was out of your cabin and running toward the forest. 

iv. i’m a sucker for the wicked  

Since the breakup, you had taken to embracing your newly reinstated alone time. Today was unusually warm, so you decided to soak in the sun by the water. After setting up your picnic blanket, now for one, you laid down and opened a book you had been meaning to start for a while. 

You didn’t get very far before a shadow cast itself over the pages, causing you to get up. “Hey, what are you—?” 

“Relax, pretty girl. It’s just me.” Clarisse smiled at you. You immediately sat back down. The two of you settled into quiet. 

You took the opportunity to admire her features. It had only been a few weeks since you were last face-to-face, but something about her had changed. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, or no– the way her eyes….

“How have you been?” She broke the silence. 

“Uh… good. And you?” 

“Not bad, I heard about the breakup.”

“Oh, thanks.” 

“I didn’t say sorry.” Clarisse grinned, but you could tell she meant it. “I never liked her very much.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” 

Now, the two of you were laughing, together for once. You felt light, free, for the first time in months. The slight breeze made Clarisse's curls over her shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“You want an honest answer?” 

You nodded. You were tired of staring at your ceiling at night and wondering if there was ever anything between the two of you.

“After that Capture the Flag game, I realized that my feelings for you weren’t going away. But I also thought that Stacy wasn’t going away either, so I had to give you your distance. It was more for me, than anyone, I’m sorry if that was selfish.” 

“Clarisse…”

“You don’t have to say you like me back or anything, I know I’m not your type. But I don’t think I can move on without letting you know first–” 

“Clarisse,” you interrupted her. “Stop.” 

She stared at you with her brown eyes and smudged mascara. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this about Stacy, about anyone. Looking over to your side, you pluck a daisy out of the ground and carefully place it behind Clarisse’s hair. 

“I like you too, tough girl.” 

You make a mental reminder to make fun of her for blushing later, but right now, she looks perfect. You take advantage of her flustering and lean in to connect your lips with hers. 

Clarisse is fairly sure she’s made an eternal enemy out of Aphrodite now, but she couldn’t care less. She just leans in to deepen the kiss, biting at your bottom lip gently.

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[readychilledwine]

Hello, i just wanted to to start off saying i love your work!!!!! And I was wondering if i could request a Tamlin x Feyre's twin sister like there at a meeting with the high lords and Rhysand and Feyre decide to bring her and then her and tamlin lock eyes and the mating bond snaps into place for them, or something like that, the rest is up for you to decide! :) :)

Do you all remember the olden days of Twilight fanfiction where the oc/reader was Bella's twin and Jacob's imprint, but Jake didn't find out for quite sometime and then was like, "This explains it. It explains why I wanted Bella so badly. It wasn't Bella, it was you (insert Italian name)."

Aka I fucking loved this idea and dropped everything I was working on to write it. It's an angsty little piece.

Lost Bonds

Warnings - Told mainly from Tamlin's view of reader, angst, mentions of trauma, mentions of sex, unrequited love, one-sided mating bond

A/N - I can totally see myself doing something with this and making it a mini series.

Tamlin felt his jaw twitch.

You were an unexpected liability.

An foreseen circumstance.

A blessing and curse all at the same time.

And so fucking beautiful.

You were the most unique of your sisters, and it immediately told him which one you were. Y/n Archeron, Feyre's younger sister and twin. You stood out from her and Nesta, yet were flawless in your own right.

Long dark hair he knew would have came from your father was done so delicately, falling to above your hips in soft waves. A face that damn near was the identical match to your sister's, only yours held more freckles that seemed to dance like paint splatters landing in all the right places. You shared those blue eyes, though. Elain having been the only one to inherit the doe brown of your father.

Rhysand had dressed you immaculately. He had allowed you to wear a jewel toned blue gown. No doubt to ensure you matched Azriel, just as Nesta's jewelry matched Cassian. The dress was tight, clinging to your torso and accentuating your breasts perfectly to be on display each time to bend over to whisper into Azriel's ear.

His jaw tightened again, looking away from the two of you as it happened again. A shadow then curled your shoulders, your arm, through your fingers. Your gorgeous long fingers he knew were trained to play piano.

He knew damn near everything about you already.

And you only knew the worst of him.

He didn't know if you had felt it, but the second you two locked eyes after his third started insult towards your twin, he felt the sentence dying on his tongue, chest aching.

Rhysand had begun to smirk, settling into his seat while looking at Feyre, who's face fell before looking at her younger mirror image.

You'll never have her, a soft feminine voice rang in his mind. You will never fucking touch her.

Azriel stood, taking your hand as you cocked your head and removed you from the room. He one of his hands placed around your waist, resting softly on your hip as you leaned into him. "Excuse my dear sister," Rhysand purred, eyes locked on Tamlin. "She still exhausts easily after being stripped of her mortality."

"But what a gift," Nesta's eyes drilled into Tamlin. "To be blessed with beauty and immortality." The words were a stab in his heart. Sitting in his chest.

Words he had previously used to belittle your trauma.

The trauma his High Priestess, and in turn he, had caused you.

He would not lay eyes on you again until the war. Where he watched Azriel take you to his bed nightly. Where he heard Azriel pulling you apart, whispering to you his love and praise, and you returning it tenfold.

He watched you two pack after everything was over together. He watched as those scarred hands touched your flawless ones. He watched every joke Azriel would make land. He watched you be chased by him like a child. He watched each soft kiss.

"They're in love," Rhysand appeared next to him. "True, genuine, chosen love. Don't fucking ruin this for her. You've done enough." The High Lord of Night walked away. Joining Azriel in teasing the youngest sister and kissing the top of her head softly, eyes glaring directly into Tamlin's soul.

You'll never have her.

Those words rang in his head over and over becoming a mantra shattering even his heart of stone.

You'll never have her.

You will never have her.

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[babygirlana]

Ive been thinking of posting this here after posting it on reddit. Ive been writing some stuff about love and deepspace for days now. But here you go let me know if you want my other stuff to be posted here. Some are NSFW and SFW so let me know!!!

Songs they’ll match your freak to

- [ ] Xavier: (any Nicki Minaj song) At first he just liked as you vibe to the music but after a while of him coming over and catching you rapping to the plants while you water them the words just came to naturally. the most recent one was when he came over to get his weekly meal prep and he heard you singing to Beyonce’s flawless he couldn’t help but jump in. You turning around from putting the food in a bag and he’s bumping over you with swagger. He does not miss a word and censoring the bad words with a smile. You bounce along with him as he finishes the song off. “Wow baby I give it a 10/10 for performance. Since you win who are you thankful for?” You say clapping while he bows and waves at the imagery audience. “Thank you so much to Beyonce for this chance.” He laughs as you hold a spoon to his mouth. You laugh out loud while he pulls you into a chair on top of him. “Dang that was a lot I need to recharge first then I can show you how flawless you can be baby.” He says pressing himself to your chest. The heat raising over your face.

- [ ] Zayne: (Girly pop core/bimbo core music) you went to drop off lunch to your very busy surgeon husband but he’s not in his office. Most of the time you would wait for him to come back because he knows you were coming around this time. You set the food on his desk while pulling out your phone looking if he let you he was gonna be late. No text. You go to the nurses desk and ask where he is. They tell you he should be in pediatrics. Now that is a very obvious answer. You walk over to the pediatrics ward and you see him sitting facing away from you. Two little girls in front of him giggling they notice you but you hold a finger up to your mouth and they smile continuing what they were doing. You slowly make your way in front of him and when you barely get to his side he opens his eyes. You finally see what the two little girls were doing with him. His hair is littered with colorful hair clips. Bright colored stickers covering his face and you hold back a laugh as the smaller of the two girls smudging lip gloss on his pink lips. “Done!” The two girls cheered while high-fiving. “Girls as you can see miss hunter is here to pick me up.” He says while standing up and smoothing out his coat. “Doctor Zayne you can’t take it off. You promised okay?” The taller girl said sticking her pinky finger. “Okay I’ll keep it on until the end of lunch.” He enter winded his much larger pinky with the girl. The other girl blowing on the pinky promise. That lead to you changing his contact to girly pop with emojis. (Sorry the beginning was long) And you started blasting your new playlist of girly pop and bimbo core music at home. At first he was a bit annoyed with how loud it can be but as time passed it started to grow on him. The day when he matched your freak was when you both were packing for a trip and he walking in on you singing I <3 harajuku by Alice longyu gao ft. Fraxiom. Him doing fraxiom’s part while you dance around and he strikes an idol pose saying the ending.

- [ ] Rafayel: (crazy enough alt punk music) when you would chill at his studio you would hijack his sound system. At first he just nodded along to the beat but after going through and sharing your playlist with himself. he was fully on board. He had called you over using some crazy emergency about some about fish. He had said it in a rush and hung the phone. But you were like in the middle of a mission. So it was after work when the sun bathed the house in hues of purples and orange as it set. As you got closer you could hear the sound of music and singing so you slowly make your way in. You tip toe into the open space of the living room to see Rafayel emotionally singing out The mighty fall by Fall out boy ft. Big Sean. You start to bounce along behind him as he sings the bridge and you start rapping Big Sean part he spins around his eyes going wide. You walk closer as you go on and stopping right in front of him as you both finish off the song in sync. As the song ends both of your breaths are quick and heavy. The look that the two share speaks a thousands of words but also doesn’t speak a word at all. As your breaths calm his opens his mouth to whisper how the mighty fall and crashes his lips. The kiss was aggressive and desperate as it match the unspoken words and the booming music reverberating through your bodies. ( I actually had a ton of songs in mind but I choice this one based off that Rafayel was the mighty sea god. But the second choice would be just one yesterday by fall out boy because I feel that could resonate with how she forgets him.)

- [ ] Sylus: (Musicals/showtunes) He would see you acting out the musical with the twins. At first he thought it was cute and funny how you got the twins to go along with your antics. But that time you spend could with him so he started to sit in on your little musicals so he could be closer as you. He preferred classical music but he learns the words to your favorite ones. So one day when you two were on the run after bumping into each other after he just disappered without a word of where he was going. He hopped on your motorcycle more like stealing it with you on it. Oh wait “borrowing” in his words. He pulled up to a huge mansion after you been giving the silent treatment. You push off him and aggressively getting off the bike. Ripping the helmet off as you stormed into the house. He running his had through his messy hair as he strolled in behind you. After you two fretting up he makes a side comment about how you move like this happens often and you shoot back that yes this happens often with a huff and a slam of a fridge door. The place is clean so you know that he’s been here recently that there are food in the fridge. You don’t more like you force yourself not to notice him moving around the living room. You hear the sound system turn on as you snack on some fruit. The first note of the song For The Record from 36 Questions catches you off guard but he walks over as he sings the first lines. Him changing up the lyrics to match your guys predicament. When he looks to for you to play along. A smile dancing on your lips. You speaking to mephisto with parts of the song. He goes through the whole song playing it out. As it ends the laughter is loud and all anger for him disappearing. “Are you still mad sweetie?” He asks grabbing your hand pulling you closer. “No Sylus I’m not mad any more. But please don’t do that again we made a promise.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He kisses away your unshed tears. “I promise.” He breathes out with a firm kiss to your forehead.

- [ ] Caleb: (Kpop mostly 2nd & 3rd gen) Caleb has always matched your freak growing up because if you asked he would give you the world. You would ask him to practice with you for dance competitions in middle-high school. He didn’t have much of a sense of rhythm at first but at your word he would practice. He would even practice away from you so you could praise him for getting better. When he had to leave for college he missed his plane because he danced all night with you. That was all in the pass so when he finds that you rearranged his living room to make space to dance he was surprised. He wasn’t home when you started moving around. The cameras alerted him that your heartbeat spiked so he looked and there you were dancing. He didn’t even need the audio to know what song you were doing. Shinee’s replay he remember when you asked for him to learn KEY’s part because you were doing Mino’s. When he refused at first you almost started crying calling him a big meanie. The memory bringing a smile to his face. He stands to head home to you. A assistant tries to stop you but he holds up a hand and says he’s heading home for the day. He doesn’t wait for a response making his way home. He pulls up the camera feed so he can know what song you’re doing. The plane going a tad bit faster than normal. His safety training left at HQ. He arrives in half the time it normally takes. He pulls the door open and he hears the beat of Miniskirt by AOA. Rushing into the living room he jumps in right at the chorus surprising you but staying on beat. ( sorry this one ends abruptly I just lost steam lol my brain hurts)

[sw124]

The Swapstroth

[ok, I could not stop myself! I keep reading and re-reading the swapped Astaroth comic. I’m going to write it out now! For the entertainment of you all but more importantly @kikorikoiko and @whysoblue2 I hope you both like it! This is of their Witness swapping so check it out]

One moment he was working on papers, next he was in a place he didn’t recognize. Hmph, well he knew he was still in Anchordeep and in the temple of Kallamar. That much Astaroth could see, though looking around…it was obvious that it was redecorated…yet again.

‘Not even the time to blink that the harlot has already remodeled the entire temple. What a waist of godly powers…’

Despite that thought…Astaroth had to give credit where it was due, the details were impeccable and the colors..well befitting for someone like Kallamar. Soft pale curtains as light as sea bubbles wafting in the currents, almost looked like jellyfish frills. The swirling carvings on the columns mirroring the spirals of whirl pools, Astaroth began to wonder how his bishop came to become so creative with such details.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a voice, ethereal and alluring like ocean waves. “Since you are standing there doing nothing as usual…” Astaroth turned, eyes widening at…an image that was and wasn’t his Bishop! They were leaning against a marble counter, back to him…a well toned, slender, battle scarred back. Soft teal green skin, fading into four deep abyssal blue arms. Speckles of gold bangles, bracelets and rings adorned this doppelgänger. Precious crystals and rings adorned their head fins, eyes that rivaled the most perfect cerulean waters and lips..like the petals of the sea. They wore a tunic of costal lavender..the clasp..yet to be buckled. “Make yourself useful and clasp my tunic, soldier.”

Astaroth was frozen to the spot, even more so when their eyes met. He couldn’t tell if he was blushing or coming down with a fever…maybe both! What words he was going to say were swallowed, Kallamar blinked.

“Astaroth?” This…this wasn’t Astaroth…well it is and yet not… no this…..this was…ADORABLE! Kallamar pushed away from the counter and strode over, letting the front of his tunic fall forward…showing his flawless physique. “Aw! Look at you! You’re so tiny and cute…my sweet pocket sized general!”

Astaroth was frozen to his spot, this ‘Kallamar’ towered over him, the shadow of their many tendrils over him….the only thing he could do…was whimper. In a blink he was ensnared in a wave of tendrils, lifted into four arms and his face pressed against skin so soft one would mistake its texture for that of a camellia petal. Tendrils and hands gripping him all over as he was cuddled against this doppelgänger god. His blush now a full on fever at this point, his skin dotted with perspiration.

“Come here, let me squeeze you! Your re so adorable!” Kallamar squealed, oh he truly was! That blush, his soft whimper, this was like a perfect doll sized Astaroth!

Oh even his voice! Despite trying to sound intimidating it came out in squeaks! “T-too many tentacles, too many hands, too shirtless! U-Unhand me…this instant i-if you want….”

This was to grand, his tunic could wait. In fact, this seemed like a perfect time to…relax. Enjoy a nice drink even, it had been a while since he took the time to unwind. Kallamar turned and strode to one of his favorite chairs, settling down with his little pocket sized general in his lap. A titter of laughter escaped his lips, oh the irony…usually Kallamar would enjoy sitting in ‘his’ Astaroth’s lap but now…

Well, as sweet as that thought was he was still missing that drink. His tendril rung a nearby bell, in just a minute a servant appeared with a drink in hand. They paused…staring at…well a much smaller version of the great Witness Astaroth who…was wrapped in three of Kallamar’s arms with his face buried in their bare chest.

“My lord…that isn’t general Astaroth.” Said the servant, Kallamar didn’t miss a beat or bat an eye. “I am aware this is my new pet, Atsy.” The servant tilted their head just a bit. “But…what about the general?”

Kallamar gave a sly but knowing smile. “Oh, he is a big boy he will find his way back to me, I am sure of it.”

Of course he’s always confident his beloved prince would return, until then he’d enjoy this adorably smaller version of him. Oh…Kallamar noticed he wore a bow, tying his tendrils back…hmm he might keep that for later. Astaroth though….was currently having a crisis…to move and run…or stay..

He apparently…was gonna stick to the latter.

End

[meowhattan]

LOULOU'S 11PM UNFILTERED THOUGHTS 🍒

hiii babes 💌 oh my, this is my first ever blog here! genuinely soso excited aahh but okay, little disclaimer before we begin because i know how the internet is: this is me yapping. completely blunt, honest, soft but raw. i’m not here to bash, hate, or be bitter. i’m just talking about my personal experience and how i’ve outgrown certain energies. if you love that, cool. if you hate that, cool. this is just my lil pocket of the internet where i get to be honest, girly, messy, introspective, and reflective. so as usual, take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. love you <3✨ okay so it’s literally 11:04PM right now as i’m typing this. i was sitting in bed, hair in the messiest yet somehow pinterest-worthy claw clip known to mankind, a cup of cold tea i forgot about, and scrolling through some random old youtube videos for background noise while clearing out my pinterest boards. and then out of nowhere, it hit me like a damn train:

“wait. why do i not vibe with thewizardliz anymore? like actually, what happened?”

and girly… once that thought opened the door? the floodgates. every single weird intuition moment, every cringe post, every contradictory quote, every rushed decision, every time my gut said “ew no” came FLOODING BACK. like my intuition literally grabbed me by the collar and went “HELLO??? WAKE UP???”

and i realized… i’ve been holding this in for MONTHS. i’m not even gonna lie to you, she was my roman empire at one point. like, fr. when i tell you the CHOKEHOLD this woman had on my self-concept era back in like 2022-early 2023?? insane. i felt so powerful, so untouchable, so expensive watching her videos. she made me wanna wear all black, listen to french jazz, journal and write my affirmations, and reject any man without a yacht. like?? the confidence boost was CRAZY. and i’m not here to discredit that. that era was beautiful for what it was. she did play a part in my self-love journey. and i’ll always thank that version of her for that.

BUT.

something shifted. and i know y’all felt it too.

the second she started talking about that man… my intuition was SCREAMING. like actually on fire. my gut was twisting like i drank expired almond milk. i remember watching that one video where she casually mentioned him wanting to marry her 36 hours and calling it romantic and my literal stomach dropped. and i ignored it at first because i was still in my “liz is intelligent she knows what she's doing.” era. but deep down… i knew something was off.

and here’s where i started losing trust:

★ the hypocrisy. how can you tell me not to let a man breathe in my direction unless he can buy me a private island when you’re openly admitting your man is possessive, love-bombs you, aware that he stalked you at an airport, rushed a proposal, and you’re calling it your love fantasy?? like babe… the math is not mathing. it just isn’t. and the worst part is how so many of her fans defend it like it’s a romance novel. no, my love. this is real life.

★ the shift in her energy. remember how glowy and magnetic she was before him? she was in her prime. her content was pure, empowering, and it FELT good. and then it slowly got… weird. flexy. superficial. rushed. unrelatable. you could see it in her eyes. like someone dimmed her light.

★ the fanbase problem. one thing about me, i’m not trying to be in a fandom that treats someone like a flawless goddess immune to accountability. the way people attack anyone with a different opinion is scary. i don’t vibe with that energy. you can admire someone and still be honest when they’re not moving right. critical thinking isn’t hate.

★ the contradictions in her advice. i get it, we’re all human. none of us practice every single thing we preach 24/7. but there comes a point where it’s no longer empowering advice… it’s empty quotes attached to behavior that directly contradicts it. how are you gonna tell me to raise my standards and then rush into a relationship with a walking red flag you met at baggage claim?? like respectfully, no.

★ the final call: when she got cheated on. and hear me out, i am NOT victim blaming. no woman deserves to go through that, and i’d never wish that on anyone. but the way it happened, and the things she openly shared in that video and her stories? it was like the final puzzle piece for me. like confirmation from the universe that my gut had been right all along. she literally admitted to the love bombing, the red flags, the possessiveness, the rush. she admitted he stalked her, wanted to marry her 36 hours in, and she brushed it all off because it felt like a movie. and i realized… how can i take relationship advice from someone making those choices? not in a judgmental way, but in a “we’re clearly in different chapters of life” way. it was karmic, it was inevitable, and it hurt to watch. but it was my final wake-up call. the moment i knew this just isn’t the kind of guidance or energy i need anymore.

★ the karma. i’m not even one to wish bad on anyone. truly. but i do believe the universe corrects imbalances. and from what we’ve seen unfold, it seems like things caught up. and it’s a lesson. for all of us. but not in the “oh if he cheated on THE wizardliz then i’m definitely gonna get cheated on” kind of lesson. no. some people, and way too many of them, seem to have only noticed this through the lens of relationships. like babes… there is still hope. there’s always hope. thank God i’m experiencing it right now, and it’s made me realize that the energy you align yourself with MATTERS. the mindset you move through life with matters. when you’re grateful, aware, discerning, and divinely protected, you start to see how many blessings are already surrounding you. you’re not doomed. you’re not next. don’t let other people’s situations plant fear in your chest. learn from it, yes. stay cautious, always! you never truly know what might be happening behind closed doors. but also trust that your life can and will unfold beautifully when you’re grounded in your own worth. and that’s the real lesson here. not fear. not doom. discernment, gratitude, and alignment.

and listen, i’m not writing this to cancel her or to tell you guys to unfollow. i’m just saying for me… she’s no longer in alignment with the type of role models i want in my life. and that’s definitely normal and okay. we can outgrow people without hating them, we can thank them for what they offered and keep going!

what i’m taking from this:

★ i’ll still apply the good advice she gave. because wisdom is wisdom no matter who says it.

★ i’m learning to trust my intuition IMMEDIATELY.

★ i’m realizing i don’t need internet role models to validate my worth or tell me how to live.

★ i’m embracing raw, relatable, imperfect women who don’t sugarcoat their journeys or flex for clout.

advice for my loves reading this: ★ don’t be afraid to outgrow the people you once idolized.

★ it’s okay to admit someone’s no longer good for your energy.

★ you don’t have to pick sides between hater and fan. you can exist in between. you can be neutral. you can be honest.

★ most importantly, trust your gut. always.

so yeah. there’s my little rant. or big one idk 😭 i hope this didn't seem passive aggressive or rude lol. only pure intentions here! i just had to get it out because it’s been sitting heavy in my chest for a while. and if you relate… hiii!!! you’re not alone. i’m sending you love, clarity, and expensive girl energy. 💎

time for me to go get my beauty sleep!! midnight cinderella vibes who? anywho! love you endlessly, babes. stay soft, stay sharp, stay honest. goodnight babies <3

xoxo, loulou 🍒

[ilovebuckers5]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ur so pretty ੈ✩‧₊˚

paige bueckers x reader

theme:

fluff

comfort

suggestive and explicit language

A/N: this is my first time writing on tumblr don't judge. also sorry it's so short im not used to writing one shots ESPECIALLY fluff.

My hair still hasn't cooperated with me yet. i've straightened it, curled it, crimped it, scrunched it, nothing has worked. i got more and more upset until i tossed my hair straightener on the counter and sat down against the bathroom wall.

"fuck!"

call me dramatic but i was going to a very important meeting with some co workers i really didn't want to look like a hot mess. a couple tears rolled down my cheeks but i quickly wiped them away while sniffling. as i continued to sit there contemplating whether i should just not go or go with my natural hair. While a couple tears came down my cheeks followed by more and more and more... i heard the front door of my dorm unlock.

"Hun? you still here?"

Paige walked through the door shutting and locking it behind her. she set her duffel bag down and walked around the dorm looking for me. i stayed quiet so that paige wouldnt have to hear me crying. but she still found me in the bathroom leaning against the wall with only a bra and shorts on. she quickly kneeled down next to me and began to panic.

"baby whats wrong?" she said with heavy concern in her voice.

her hand wandered up to my cheek to wipe away a couple more tears that i hadnt gotten before. she took her other hand up to the small of my back and began rubbing it to comfort me. she looked up at the counter and saw that the straightener had knocked over a couple things. she stood up and set everything up straight before lifting me up from the floor. i stood infront of the mirror and stared at my half curly half straight hair and more tears started going down my face. suddenly i felt paiges arms wrap around my stomach and started rubbing my skin. i leaned back onto her shoulder. she placed a soft kiss on my cheek before pushing me back up. after i got my composure back in place i went to grab the straightener, forgetting that i didnt turn it off before having a break down. when i went to grab it i grabbed the heated part (which was at 450* degrees). once the heat came intact with my palm i let out a loud cry before tossing the straightener back on the counter again.

"FUCK!" i yell out and cover my mouth after realizing how loud i was.

"shit are you ok hun? come here run it under water."

paige took my wrist and guided me to the kitchen. she ran my hand under water as we just stared at eachother. i took the moment to silently observe paige and all her flawless features. her pinky lips. her icy blue eyes. and god her jawline. i was so lost in her beauty i forgot what i was doing and ended up getting my entire arm soaked with water.

"you ok beautiful?"" paige said smirking

i giggle a bit before answering

"ur so pretty paige."

paiges cheeks went red and she looked away. as paige was easily flustered i was easily falling even more inlove with her by the minute. a large smile grew on my mouth as i watched paige avoid eye contact. paiges face fell into her hands trying to cover her now completly reddened face. a couple laughs filled in the silence of embarassment that was lingering in the room. paige couldnt help but pull me into a long kiss. my heart started to flutter once i felt her soft lips pressed against mine. paige moved her hands to my back while mine were cupping the sides of her face. i felt her lips smile against mine. i slowly pulled away just to start placing softer kisses all over her face. her hand cradled my chin and pulled me away from her face. i noticed that her pupils were growing larger and larger the more she stared at me.

"i love you" paige said under her breath

"what?"

we had been together for only 5 months but it already felt like ive known paige my entire life. neither of us have said i love you yet and i definintly didnt think that would happen now. my eyes widened a little but i tried to keep calm instead of folding into paiges arms and simply collapsing.

"i...love you too" i said hesitantly.

i knew that i loved her i dont know why it felt hesitant. actually paige was the first person ive loved for this long without something going wrong. she picked up my hands and held them in hers. her hands were slightly cold but it felt nice after burning mine.

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Raised For

Series: Devoted Friend

Paring: (Benedict Bridgerton x Original Female Character Featherington!)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Mama, if we do any tighter I'll die. I can't breathe in this ridiculous thing." Paisley groans in pain as her mother goes on talking about how she could squeeze into a smaller size.

"She looks like she's going to pass out, mama." Penelope says as Paisley does feel herself getting lightheaded.

"Fine, loosen it just a tad." Their mother tells the maid and when Paisley could breathe slightly better her mother says enough, "You are 24 yet still not married Paisley. You are setting no example for your sisters." She adds as Paisley gets her dress put on.

"You act like I never get any suitors, mama. I just don't choose any of them because none of them stand out to me." Paisley sighs as she's turned around to face her mother.

"Which is going to make no gentleman want you at some point."

Paisley looks over at Penelope who gives her a sad smile. Even though one was the oldest and the other was the youngest, they were the closest in their entire family. Paisley was Penelope's best friend way more than Eloise Bridgerton was. Paisley practically raised Penelope pushing maids away from helping at times because she wanted to take care of her growing up.

The carriage ride was silent the whole way not a single family member talked to each other. Paisley hated being presented like she was an item to buy on the market. When it was their family turn to be presented to the queen, Paisley was the only one who acted right in front of the woman walking along side her mother while her sisters were in front. She's had plenty of practice acting doing it for the past seven-ish years.

The queen didn't care much for them but Paisley always caught her eye. She didn't understand how such a beautiful woman didn't have a husband yet. Queen Charlotte stands up walking out of her way over to Paisley raising her chin, "Flawless and beautiful as always, my dear." She goes to sit back down to motion them to them step aside.

Before they could even walk off Prudence faints from her corset being too tight. "She's not used to it being so tight." Paisley tells her mother, who just gives her a mean look.

Heading in the way out back to the carriages Paisley feels a tap on her shoulder causing her to turn around to see Benedict Bridgerton with a smile on his face.

"You please the Queen once again." He says making Paisley laugh, "I'm not surprised as always."

"Oh, quit being a gentleman Benedict. It's so tiring." Paisley rolls her eyes.

"I can't be a good friend by giving you a compliment?" He laughs while she just looks at him.

"No, you can but I find that sometimes it's unnecessary." She continues to walk with him following behind, "For example, just a few seconds ago." She looks back with a smile.

"I don't think it was unnecessary."

Paisley sighs stopping to face him with smile, "You're a man... And men don't think." Before Benedict could respond her Mama called for her to hurry up, "Goodbye Benedict."

Back at the Featherington house their mother rants about Lady Whistledown probably being Violet Bridgenton. Paisley looks over at her younger sister reading her book, who glances over at her as well. Paisley was the only person who knew Penelope was Lady Whistledown because she came across her writing one day secretly then called her out on what she saw the next day put out. It was one of their many secrets they kept to themselves.

Hearing their mother talk about how many ladies she has under her care so Penelope gets up saying she could sit this season out but their mama says no.

"What she is, is two stones heavier than she ought to be." Prudence says causing Paisley to look over at her.

"Mm, those blemishes on her face are quite difficult to conceal. Ooo, perhaps some arsenic and lead might help." Philippa adds.

"What you two should do is keep quiet." Paisley speaks up, "Prudence, you need to work on your smile. Philippa, work on not sounding so annoying with your voice."

"Paisley!" Their mother turns to look at her going through the cards of men.

"They were rude first." She gets up leaving the room to go to her own and on the way passes the cousin that was staying with them. Paisley greets her before continuing on her way.

For the ball at Danbury House, Paisley wanted the night to fly by. It was just going to be the same as always. A rotating door of men having her constantly dance all night flirting with her but in the end disappoint her not catching her interest.

"Why don't you be bold and ask him for a dance?" Paisley bends down to Penelope's level as she watches Colin dance.

"Are you out of your mind?" Penelope looks at her with wide eyes.

"Sorry, I forget you're only confident as LW." Paisley giggles, "I'm off for a drink."

As she was getting herself a drink, Benedict catches sight of her in the distance, "Excuse me, I'll be right back." He tells Colin, who was standing with him.

Colin shakes his head at his brother watching him make his way over to Paisley. To him he felt that Benedict had a secret crush on her but was too scared to admit or just didn't know it yet.

"A lady like you shouldn't be getting her own drink." Benedict states causing Paisley to roll her eyes at him.

"I don't need a man to get me a drink when I'm very capable of doing it myself, Mr. Bridgerton." She gives his a polite smile.

"You really don't want a husband do you?" He laughs.

"You know me so well. That's one of the reasons why me and your sister, Eloise, get along so well."

"She says she inspires to be like you. An independent woman who doesn't care what others think about her. Not afraid to be herself and show off how smart she is as well." He lets her know.

"I must thank her next time I see her then for saying such things about me." Paisley looks around and sees a few other gentleman looking her way at times. "Hopefully no one will come bugging me tonight. I don't feel like dancing acting like I'm interested in what they have to say. It's always the same ones trying every season." Paisley laughs looking back at Benedict, "You would think they would give up but no."

"You're such a strange woman, Paisley. I know how your mama is so how did you stray off from what you were taught?" He asks her.

"I learn other things and I know my worth. I know I could be something bigger than just some man's wife and give him children. Yes, I want to be a mother someday but I want to be a mother who truly loves her husband. I want a special bond with them, Benedict. My mama and papa don't entirely love each other. I want what I your mama had with your father. The way she talks about him and how much they loved each other. The friends to lovers."

"And how are you supposed to have that if you don't give anyone the time of the day to show you?" He asks making her sigh.

"I can read all these men like a book, Bridgerton. I know exactly what they want from me, and none of them want to start a friendship first." She explains walking off from him leaving him alone.

He knew she was right about the fact everything she just told him. He's had many men ask him all kinds of questions about her since they knew how they were good friends. Not a single one really cared about how she was or what she liked to do. It was always about how well does she follow instructions, how seductive she was, asked him if he knew any dirty secrets about her. The most common was has he ever seen anything that he could describe to them about how she looked in less clothing.

"No luck brother?" Colin joins his side.

"What?"

"She didn't want to dance with you?" Colin chuckles.

"I didn't ask her to dance Colin. I was asking why was she getting herself a drink."

"Why ask when you already knew the answer to that? We both know how she has no desire to be here or find a husband. She's ranted to me many of times in the past couple of days when she was over." Colin says looking over at Paisley looking bored as a gentleman man was now talking to her. "I feel bad for her deep down. Just look at her. Poor girl needs saving."

Paisley stares at the man, that was a good amount of years older than her, talking about himself non stop. She would just smile nodding her head not really listening to what he was saying. She would just tune him out and pay attention to the music that was being played.

"Don't you say?" He asks causing her to hum.

"I'm deeply sorry, what did you say?" She asks kindly.

"That the thought of double digits for children sounds ideal for a happy family. I come from a family of fourteen all close in age." He repeats.

She couldn't help but choke on her spit, "Excuse me, I need a drink." She tells him.

"I'll get it for you, Miss Featherington."

"No, please. I can get it myself Lord Albrecht." She smiles then walks away picking up speed to get away faster.

"Miss Featherington," Paisley hears as she walks by someone so she stops to face them.

"Oh, Lady Danbury. It's lovely to see you." Paisley bows to her as Benedict stood next to her with a drink since they had just been chatting.

"Don't you look lovely this evening. Will I not be seeing you on the dance floor once again?" She asks her.

"Oh, you will Lady Danbury." Benedict smiles finishing his glass as Paisley looks at him confused.

"I will?" Both ladies say at the same time.

"Yes. Miss Featherington, shall we?" He takes Paisley's hand into his leading her to the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" She asks as he makes her start to dance with him.

"Saving your butt, that's what I'm doing. You know she'll ask you why once again and I saw Lord Augustus eyeing you while chatting with friends. It looks like he was going to walk over to you with a creepy look on his face." He lets her know so she glances over at him and he looked annoyed.

"He is always creepy when he talks to me. I hate being alone with him."

"Exactly why I asked you to dance." He tells her.

"Technically you didn't really ask if you dragged me out here." She corrects him.

"Do you want me to stop and tell him he can take his turn with you?" He smiles looking down at her as they kept dancing.

"I'll kill you Bridgerton."

"You would never do such a thing because you love me and would die without me." He laughs and makes her giggle as well, "I saw Lord Albrecht chatting with you."

"Oh yes, he was saying how he wants children in the double digits. How he comes from a family of fourteen, all close in age." She lets him know.

"I get I come from quite a large family but it's not that large. I couldn't imagine that many children. And the poor women never getting a break from being pregnant."

"How many do you want?" Paisley asks him.

"Never really thought about it. Like you, I know I want children one day but it's not a main priority of mine at the moment." He tells her the truth.

"Obviously since you're 26 and still not married or engaged. You're not even looking since you hate going to social events. You and Anthony both don't seem to care really." Paisley points out.

"Excuse me, but you're the oldest daughter turning down every proposal she's gotten since becoming of age." He says causing them to stop dancing.

"And you are the second oldest son, who has a couple of years on me, who hasn't even tried finding someone." She stares him in the eyes, "It's unfair. You and every man can get away with it, but us women can't because that's all we're taught to do." She huffs, "Goodnight Bridgerton." She leaves him.

[writerslittlelibrary]

"but daddy, I love him" part two

main masterlist series masterlist

part: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

summary: Alina works a minimum wage job, and she can't pay for her apartment any longer. Luckily, she can move in with her best friend, Zoya. But then, the owner of the apartment building is suddenly knocking on the door, and he's in desperate need of an assistant...

pairing: rich ceo Aleksander x Alina

genre: fluff

words: 887

a/n: this is a modern au!! and 18+ so consider this your warning

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Living with Zoya was fucking awesome. 

Her apartment did not disappoint. Some rich people’s building in the same street that bar is in. And the best part? Genya lives next door.

It feels just like old times. 

Genya comes over quite a bit now that Alina lives there too, and they have sleepovers like they used to have in the group home. Only this time, there’s enough space and Alina doesn’t have to wake up with Zoya’s foot in her face. 

Alina pours the milk from the fancy machine Zoya has. Coffee with fluffy milk is her new favourite morning drink. Even better when it’s iced. 

She plops in an ice cube or two and strolls into the living room.  Zoya is already flawless as ever. 

“Genya is already waiting by the door, so I gotta leave. Big night tonight, and we have to prepare. Make sure you eat something.” Zoya stands, leans over to where Alina is sitting and presses a kiss to her head. 

“Don’t stay up too late. I’ll see you in the morning.”

And then she’s out the door, leaving Alina alone in the huge ass apartment. She’s not working today. Had already asked for the day off before she broke up with Mal. 

She’s always hated Valentine's day. Now, she hates it even more. 

She spends the day lounging on the expensive couches. Writes a little and draws a bit. Her ever consistent dream of becoming a successful author still a hope she clings to with all her might. Told Genya and Zoya and expected them to laugh. Received unending praise and support instead. Genya offered to pay for a professional editor, too. 

Alina doesn’t know what she ever did to deserve these girls. 

Asked once, when she had too much wine in her system and too little sleep. Genya said Alina saved her. Admired her since the day she stood up to the older boy that was pushing Genya around. Alina just blushed red at the praise.

Zoya said she thought her life was gonna end. Proudly claimed that it was Alina and Genya that gave her some hope. Genya said it was all Alina’s idea to keep approaching Zoya. 

When the sun starts to set, there’s a knock at the door. Probably her doordash of her fried rice and spring rolls. She can’t remember whether she ordered the spicy chicken with it or not. 

When she opens the door, rather than her food, there’s a man. A tall man. Black suit and black hair and black eyes. Alina thinks that if she doesn’t look away soon, she might get lost in them.  

The man frowns. Looks confused for a moment and looks at the number on the door. 

“You’re not Zoya,” he says. 

“Uhm, no…” Alina hesitates, squinting her eyes. “Who are you?” 

The man smiles, a little condescending, Alina thinks. “I came to deliver something for Zoya.” He holds up a red, heart-shaped box. A large bouquet of red roses in his other hand. 

“Are you her new boy-toy?” Alina asks, surprised by her own boldness. If Zoya had a boyfriend, she would’ve told Alina and Genya. This is probably just some stalker creep. 

The man smiles again, genuinely, this time. 

“No, I’m afraid not. I’m her boss, and I own the building. I wanted to drop off a little extra, since all the girls are working tonight rather than spending valentine’s day with a loved one,” the man explains. 

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Rather, he just pushes past Alina. Walks straight to the kitchen. He seems to know exactly which cupboard he needs to open to pull out a vase. 

Alina follows him.

“If you’re her boss, then why are you here? And why did you knock? Shouldn’t you be aware that she’s at work right now?” Alina asks, skeptical of his story. 

Meanwhile, the man arranges the flower in a vase. He doesn’t turn to face Alina while he pulls out a key from his back pocket. 

“I could’ve come in. Would’ve, had the lights not been on. Zoya didn’t inform me that she had another person living with her.” 

Alina scoffs and crosses her arms. “Why would she have? She’s the one who rents the apartment. She doesn’t need to tell you about everything that goes on in it.”

Now, the man turns. Looks at Alina with a smile on his face. He knows something she doesn’t. 

“Zoya doesn’t rent this apartment, sweetheart. It’s all in the benefits when working for me. So yes, actually, she does need to inform me when she has a guest permanently staying with her. It’s all part of the contract.” 

“This apartment is a work benefit?!” Alina asks astounded. Genya and Zoya got these apartments, for free…? They’re fucking huge. It’s not a simple ‘I’ll provide a roof over your head’ kind of apartment. It’s a fucking mansion.

The man smiles. Nods and puts down the box with chocolates. 

“All my employees live in this building. Yet, you’re living here, but you are not my employee. That simply can’t be.” 

Alina blinks. Bites her lip. Doesn’t know what to say. 

“Does that mean I have to leave?” she asks instead.

The man shakes his head. “No, sweet Alina. It simply means you have to come work for me.”

[swaps55]

SWAPS that horizon chapter was SO good. all of mezzo has been an amazing emotional rollercoaster and the buildup to this chapter was SO worth the wait!! i do think you're mean for leaving us with another cliffhanger though (pendergrass???? is she ok?? she's totally fine in one of those pods garrus and mordin came across right? RIGHT???)

THANK YOU!!! I have been waiting SO long to write Horizon. That scene has been stuck in my craw since 2010, and I finally have it on the page the way I want it.

Is Pendergrass ok? WE WILL FIND OUT.

And I do apologize for the cliffhanger, and to make it up to you, here is proof of life that there is indeed more written, and I just need time to get my ducks in a row for the next few chapters.

~

“Sit,” Karin says, guiding Shepard to a bed, and he does like she’d issued an order, though he kneads his fingers on his thigh plates, gaze unable to settle on any one thing. Her medical scanner is already out and running. Heartrate high. No internal bleeding. No broken bones. Electrolyte and glucose levels in flux but not at dangerous levels. She puts a hand on his shoulder. He’s so tense he might snap. “Take a deep breath.”

To his credit, he tries.

“Shepard. What happened?”

“I need to know what Cerberus put in my head. I need to know what they did.”

“Your implant is a fully functional L.5n,” she says gently. “I’ve seen the implantation procedure notes. I’ve seen the scans. Operative Lawson did flawless work.”

His voice drops to a harsh whisper. “Then what did they do to me.”

The knot in her gut tightens. “I’m afraid I need you to be more specific.”

A helpless, hopeless laugh slips from his throat. “I’m not me.”

The medbay door swishes open, with Yeoman Chambers on the other side. Like someone flipped a switch, Shepard’s spine straightens, shoulders square, his unfocused gaze snapping onto a target like a laser sight. Chambers hesitates only a moment.

“Commander. The Illusive Man is on the QEC for a debrief.”

“Tell him to go fuck himself.”

She hesitates, but holds her ground. “Sir, he insists.”

“Shepard,” Karin says in a soft voice. “He can wait.” But Shepard stares Chambers down like a hawk with a mouse pinned beneath his talon. Then he shoves off the bed and strides out of the medbay without a word.

[imagineitdearies]

Hi Imogen,

Long time lurker, first time poster. I wanted to let you know how much I've been enjoying Perfect Slaughter. I think you do such an inspiring justice to with the sheer horror of abuse, comfort of connection, characterization and extension of the source material in your writing. I've never read a fanfic quite like what you have done and you deserve so much kudos for it!!

Since you have mentioned you're a D&D nerd (same!), I'm curious about your answers to 2 questions about mechanics:

1) Have you thought about the tool or material that could be used to create the inevitable back scars 😞 ? I've noticed in your writing how much you have highlighted how flawless the spawn are once they've fully healed. All I can think of is something relating to a silvered weapon or something made out of infernal iron. I also know you probably can't fully answer this without it being spoiler-y.

2) This is more a game question, but I've had a few back and forths with my "forever DM" partner on this. Does Cazador actually die in BG3? For all my experience playing, I have admittedly never fought a vamp lord on table top. But from what I understand, there are few ways to actually kill them (I know of breaking their resting place or trapping their mist form). If Astarion comes in with a knife during a vamp's healing phase, would that kill them for good? I feel like I'm missing something here.

Anyway thank you! Apologies if you already got this ask (I'm new to using Tumblr). I'm looking forward to Ch. 23!

-MafWaff

Hi MafWaff 🥰 Always glad to meet a fellow d&d nerd!

Haha I did get your previous ask and was actually sitting down to tackle my ask inbox after a crazy week (just moved to a different state), so you have impeccable timing! Thank you so so much for your kind words, I'm endlessly ecstatic to hear that the story is being enjoyed. To answer your questions:

Yes I have thought about this! In canon, Astarion says Cazador used 'his needle' to carve the runes. I indeed have my own fancanon as to how exactly Cazador got them to be permanent and it will come up in Perfect Slaughter!

From what I understand, what Astarion does in canon without any other explanation wouldn't, in fact, kill Cazador for good by dnd law 😂 but bg3 definitely plays hard and fast with the rules when it wants to, so we're left to justify why the vampire lord doesn't just mist form back into his coffin again! Breaking/destroying their resting place, trapping their mist form for two hours, or reducing them to 0 HP while they're in sunlight or running water--ie rivers/lakes/ocean, not a bucket, of course--so they can't go into mist form at all are all viable methods for dnd. If you stake them in their resting place, they're instead incapacitated/paralyzed for a millennia until the stake rots entirely away (or some idiot un-stakes them). Others are welcome to chime in if I've missed something!

Sometimes the gaps and discrepancies between dnd lore and bg3 can be a bit frustrating (and spark some tiresome debates online, lol) but these ones have honestly been fun for me to figure out! Sort of like a puzzle I get to shape the missing pieces into 😊

Anyways, I'm excited for you guys to see what I came up with in future chapters!

[fandomworld9728]

Lucifer's Magic Outing Him Chapter 3 - Angel Dust (Spider)

"It's not fair. How is your skin so goddamn flawless?" Angel Dust asked, jealous over how soft and clear it was. Not even any pores!

A small, amused laugh slipped out as Lucifer let his new friend put a face mask on him. Since the sinner had fur and couldn't fully enjoy them himself, the king thought he could indulge him. That had started a weekly pamper night for the two. It was honestly some of the most fun he's had with someone in a while that didn't require him to be around too many people and their stupid decisions that usually ended up with him stuck cleaning up the mess.

"Former Archangel and Seraphim. Plus, father wanted me to look like a little doll. So, I got all the best features. My sisters were very envious of me for it."

"I bet." Finishing applying the face mask, Angel froze at the sight of light blonde fur peeking out of the t shirt he had convinced the king to wear. "Uh.... hey, short king? Since when did ya have fur on your chest?"

"Fur?" Looking down his face, Lucifer's face went from confused to shocked and embarrassed. "Why is this happening again?!"

"Again? What- hey! Where are ya goin'?!"

The spider demon was left sitting on his bed alone. What the hell was that about? The fur and him running away? Maybe he should ask Charlie about it. Kind of reminds him about what happened a couple weeks ago with Vaggie. They never did get an explanation about it.

~

"Hey Charlie, why is your dad avoidin' me?"

Looking up from whatever she was writing, the princess tilted her head at him. "Avoiding you? That's weird. You two have gotten so close. What happened before this started?"

"We were hangin' out for our weekly pamper night and I noticed that he had some blonde tuffs of fur peeking through his shirt. Sorta like mine." Taking a moment, the spider demon took a moment to try and remember if there was anything else he had noticed. "Actually... it had the same kinda marks as mine too. But when I asked about it, he said somethin' about it happenin' again and ran off."

Smiling down at her papers, Charlie tried so hard not to jump and shout with joy. She was so happy that her dad was getting close to and feeling comfortable around her friends. "Don't worry, Angel. The same thing happened with him and Vaggie. Just give him some time to adjust and you guys will be back to normal."

"Alright. If ya say so."

That did nothing to calm his thoughts though. Angel had been enjoying their time together and thought, hoped, that they had become close enough that he no longer made Lucifer uncomfortable. 

~

"Ugh... I need a drink." Coming back late to the hotel for the third night in a row, Angel all but collapsed onto one of the bar stools.

"Anothny? Are you okay?"

Sitting up straight, the sinner's head snapped over in the direction of the small king. This is the first time they've spoken in almost a week. He had missed spending time and joking with him. He especially missed how the other would use his actual name. But his thoughts came screeching to a halt at what he saw.

Lucifer was still sporting the blonde fur on his chest that had a similar heart marking in pink on it. That wasn't the only thing that had changed. He also now had fluffier looking hair and two extra pairs of arms! And don't get Angel started on the king's face. Lucifer's eyes were almost identical to his own! One sclera white with a red iris and the other a black sclera with a pink iris. Not to mention the red and pink freckle like dots along the curve of his cheek bones.

It was an odd thing to see on the fallen angel, however, it was still looked breathtaking. Angel couldn't stop from using of his many hands to fan himself. "Fuck, short king. Ya give yourself a makeover or somethin' without me?"

"This was not planned. Trust me. You know how many things I broke trying to adjust to my new arms? How do you even use these things?!"

"How about I show ya durin' our next pamper night?" As curious as he was, Angel wasn't going to push the man for answers. Not when he was finally talking to him again and they can get back to hanging out. He'd find out the reason eventually.

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[serephinastardust]

Possible book scene

Why did I do that? Oh fuck me, why the hell did I do that?!

I’m near panic attack as my device starts to fall apart on my workshop bench. I was trying to build an easy access machine for people to record and project their dreams, but one misplaced glyph had it disintegrating my hands. I almost felt like the universe was against me doing this. Reality is so harsh.

My calculations, quadruple checked, were flawless. Could it be reality itself that is the problem of failure.  I wouldn’t think that to be the problem, but who knows. I start to clean up my failure of a project and sit back at my table with the blueprints and more research materials.

I needed to figure out where everything went wrong. I know with 100% certainty the glyph couldn’t be my only problem. And I only had so much material to attempt the build before I would need to purchase more.

And so began my search for answers, I searched through all the artificer grimoires, and every book on glyph and runes that I owned. I found a couple items that could potentially help with the build. But it wasn’t 100% certainty. There were some runes and glyphs that were synonymous with the glyph that broke, that held more power. These glyphs and runs were based on the 5 dream constellations.

The constellations of Terror and Hades, that had to do more with the nightmare side of things, and even just reading about them, gave me the feeling that if they were used, I would be unable to predict the outcome of my machine.

 So, if what I’m reading about the power of those 2 specific constellations are correct, my hypothesis would be that the dreams of just about everyone who used it would warp. Maybe taking rainbows and puppies and turning them into hellhounds and razor blades.

I quickly write that hypothesis down, thinking about the constellation symbols and their danger level in usage. My books didn’t specify if they were forbidden or never used. I might try experiments on myself with one of these glyphs if the other constellations don’t pan out.

The other constellations that held potential were time, dimension, and sand. These ones were more of a neutral based power line, though it’s also hard to predict if any combination of what I’m using on my machine would adversely affect these three constellations, and tip them out of neutrality.

Ugh. Do I need to visit Arcadium Library? Would the Library even hold the answers about these constellations that I seek. I rub my head in frustration as I start playing with combinations of how to utilize any of these five constellations for my purposes. I try all the different glyphs, runs, and dream architect circles that represent them on paper. I wanted to see if I could go off instinct into what would work.

It was a weird feeling though, drawing hundreds of combinations that held the potential of recording and projecting a single person’s dreams. But I was also excited about the challenge that I came across. As I continued working, I had a combination call out to me.

But this call wasn’t for what I was currently working on, it was for something different. It felt like something that held the potential to help me craft my machine.

Is this really what I need? Are my algorithms for my dream interpreter actually correct, and if I use this new algorithm I’ll be able to make my original item.

I was excited. In a moment of clarity of what I would be able to do, I pulled out blank blueprint paper and began my new designs including the brand-new algorithm. And as I carefully placed where I knew each symbol needed to be, I realized that the algorithm I made used all five constellations I had discovered.

Is having five constellations set up like this a good thing? I don’t know anyone who uses these specific constellations, with these specific symbols in this manner. I wonder why? My books didn’t say anything about it, but then again my books weren’t specific for all the different combinations in the world. Should I go for it?

I sighed. I supposed the worst that actually happen is that my workshop exploded probably taking some neighbors with me. And at best I succeed. These two extremes didn’t leave much room for failure to be desired.

I didn’t think I was ready to test my build that could result in my death right away. I decided to put these blueprints in my hazard project folder. This folder was for risky projects that could result in my death, and I was willing to revisit once I had more confidence in my skills.  

[myxinec]

Logging this so I can use it for later: (rough draft)

The priestess, dragon lycan and vampire were sitting around a campfire. the dragon lycan and vampire had accompanied the priestess for her journey. They asked her why she had to follow this ritual and go to some place so remote. If she wasn’t part of it anymore then why did she have to go to it in order to stay in the place she is now.

“I know plenty of your kind that don’t do this ritual and they’re fine, so why do you do it?” The vampire asked

The priestess smiled slightly and gave out a short sigh before talking

“I know I’ve been ridiculed as being a goody two shoes, and in truth, I loathe myself for being one sometimes. But that’s how I was raised. Never step out of line, always follow the rules, even if it means it’ll harm my well being.

No matter how much I want to rebel, I still find myself holding back. I live in fear of what may happen if I break the rules. Had I known how to negotiate consequences, I wouldn’t find this so difficult.

I’ve never really told you where I’ve come from have I? Let this be a little insight of where I came from. The place I come from, is a light haven. Holy light shines down, through the sun, our stars, and the Grand Saintess of the haven, which is very similar to nobility. The haven suffocated me. I was raised strictly to become a Light Saintess candidate for my haven. It’s much like being royalty but with less perks and more responsibility. Not everyone could be chosen to be a candidate, special criteria was needed in order to train for it. Do you have any idea how difficult it is the be brought up and having to compete with light itself?

I was being raised like the sun, undergoing constant pressure to be absolutely perfect, radiant. I had to be seen as a flawless doll that everyone would look to. Constant pressure to keep me in line, even if I slightly went out of my orbit, they burned me bright and they burned me fast, destroying my sense of worth and myself in the process. Constant radiance I had to exhibit, to even stay remotely close to that chance at becoming that light. One flicker of faltering and everything you worked for, would perish. How cruel to exert these conditions upon children who barely even know what the world is. How cruel to not let them even know themselves before they learn what they’re being pressured into.”

(optional to add later)

And like a star that is too big to even support itself even in all of its radiance and brilliance, it collapses.

I never wanted to be a part of that haven as soon as I was aware of what outsiders have experienced. I was thrown into that pressure the moment I knew how to read and write. Forced to study heavy books I couldn’t even lift- I’ll never forgive my parents for putting me through all that. I’ll never forgive how they neglected my siblings. They were always so busy with me that they were barely looked after. Looking back now, I wish I could have done something for them…”

She went on.