#My Beast⊰♥︎⊱My Rose

[squiddy-god]

⚜︎⪻My Beast⊰♥︎⊱My Rose⪼⚜︎

༺Argenti x reader༻

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"May this rose convey my heartfelt salutations"

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Hello! This is the navigation post for "My Beast⊰♥︎⊱My Rose" which is based off of a beauty and the beast prompt that I will link, this takes place outside of cannon and features Knight/beauty! Argenti x Beast! Reader

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Summary : Deep in the forest where no man dares to venture sits a castle left decaying in solitude and harboring a once kind young Liege turned monstrous beast. In the village resides a beautiful knight who once roamed the land riding the world of evil, tempered by hardship and war he has never believed the Fairy Tales of a heartless beast, for how could someone so beautiful be a monster? Surely this tale must have a happy ending... He will make Shure of it.

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"My oath is to a solitary rose"

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♰────My Beast⊰♥︎⊱My Rose────♰

⊰Chapter 1⊱

♡ "An instant before a gaze" ♡

⊰Chapter 2⊱

♡ "Coming soon" ♡

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"Should harm befall you, do not hesitate to call upon me.

I shall protect you."

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[sillyfull-jua]

Since I finshed this lil drawing I tought why not just introduce my twst OC huh?

But first of all, sorry for my poor english lol

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I named him Rosier(means 'rose bush' in french) bacause I wanted to reference the magic Rose since it's an important element to the original story :'D

(I'm still thinking on a surname ok—)

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Some basic info:

Birthday:september 29th

Age:18 years old

Height:182 cm

Dominant hand:left

Homeland:shaftlands

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He is twisted from the beast from beauty and the beast of course, and he is in pomefiore!

Maybe I can give some more info about him later.....

But I guess is just this for now

(Some poorly drawn sketches)

[jakelinestradlin]

Tag yourseld where your Mars take place in your birth chart ♥ Mine is on Scorpio ♥

Aries Mars

Rawness. A strong grip. Tugging a lock of hair when it gets too much. A thin line between pain and pleasure. Nails scratching down a back because of frustration. A build up. Taunts. Deliberately causing arguments because make-up sex with you feels so good. Will you take the bait? Sex feeling new each time. A fast rhythm. Confidence. Advancing towards you. Feeling protective over you. An urge to KO anyone who looks at you for more than 2 seconds. Warrior urges instigated. Persistence got me this far in life, let me show you how it works for me.

Taurus Mars

Pressure. A slow burning warmth that licks up the body. We have all the time in the world.  Every part of the body exposed to a kiss, a touch, a breath of air. Flickering of orange flames in a fireplace. A feeling of pure, unabashed sensuality when naked. Coolness of air which brushes the hairs on the back of the neck. Rooted in sexual energy. Slow and steady wins the race. Scented massages. Starting at the base of the neck. Feeling strength. Resilience. Flavored condoms. Drunk on your love. How is it possible you taste sweeter every time? The smooth column of the throat. The shadows a sunset causes dancing. Seduction is like art to me, let me paint you a masterpiece. 

Gemini Mars

Curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat had nine lives. Opening up to try different things. Trying to do too many things at once. Falling on the floor so we stay there. A combination of arms and legs. Head cocked to one side. Observing you from a different angle. Slanted eyes. A feeling of pressure that’s quick but growing in acuteness. Busy hands. Roaming fingers. Lights on or off it doesn’t matter. I can still picture you. In my mind. With my eyes closed. You’re a permanent imprint on my psyche. My desire resides on the mental plane. Whispering all the things I want to do to you. Biting an ear lobe. Wanting to learn about every inch of your body. Tell me your fantasies and watch how fast I bring it to you in real time.

Cancer Mars

Baby. But I can take control. It depends how I feel. An emotionally charged touch. Hearts in sync. A vivid imagination. Role-playing. Wearing that outfit, I know has that effect on you. Playing coy. If I’m feeling sad, I might insist we stay wrapped in each other’s arms, just for a while. Is that OK? A stormy kind of desire. Waking up to kisses. Not wanting to sleep because this moment is all I ever dreamed of. This feels like home. Checking in with you. A sensitive kind of love. Hold me tight. So tight I can’t breathe. Only then will it feel right. TLC. Crying before, during and after sex. I can’t help it. A sudden wave of desire, greedy in nature. Strong feelings of lust. My fervor for you is bottomless, this is but a small representation of its total expression.

Leo Mars

Doing it in the mirror so I can show you how beautiful you look. Don’t be shy. Rose petals on the bed. Even more rose petals on the floor. I Wanna perform for you. An effortless performance, start to finish. This is what you signed up for. Let me deliver my end of the deal. Pride in the bedroom. Forgetting about past lovers. At the moment of release, saying my name soothes the lion inside that bares it’s teeth when you’re underneath me. Aggression. Feeling royal together. Round one barely took the edge off. Leaving my mark on you. The bedroom feels like a hunting ground. Running isn’t an option. Pleasure in all its forms. Can you tame the beast?

Virgo Mars

Acting reserved in public but it’s a different story behind closed doors. Who knew? Not afraid to get dirty with you. Voyeurism. Less stress. Surrendering to pleasure and not feeling guilty for it. Peace with the imperfection of this ritual. Perfection out of the window. Lust making a direct entrance, front and center. Tasting you. And then kissing you. Tasting us. Fresh sheets. Getting equally turned on watching you get dressed vs watching you get undressed. When we’re done, cleaning you as an act of service. Submission. A routine that brings order to a chaotic life. If I tell you how crucial this is to my well-being, will you look down on me?

Libra Mars

Fluid. Fluidity in our movements. You first, then me. Close your eyes if you like. There’s no rush. I like being here with you. Who said romance was dead? Wants and desires expressed with you in mind. Sleepy sex. In the throes of passion, you still look like a masterpiece. Can’t get enough. Delicate petals of a rose. Instinctively knowing how to get you off. Licking my lips. And then licking you down there. Playing with you with finesse. How does this feel? Dressing up, just for you. A breathy sigh released in the crook of the neck. Scented candles. Not knowing where each other begins and ends. Not caring. A true union of souls. Sharing this helps me to forget about inner turmoil, if only for a little while.

Scorpio Mars

Enticement. Pupils full and unblinking. Space between us lasts for a second. Who are we kidding? Sharing oxygen. Sucking on your bottom lip. Eyes on me. That’s not a request. Wanting to watch you fall apart. A wet trail left by a tongue. Those kinds of toys. Do you trust me? Show me how much. Fingers pressed into the skin, hard. A ghostly handprint on the skin flashes on the surface of the skin for a heartbeat. Teeth tease the throb of a pulse point. Blood rushing. Be brave enough to discover the intensity of my feelings and be sucked under. Only to rise up in levels in consciousness of a spiritual plane. Love is transformational. I’m willing to show you what you do to me. Don’t run.

Sagittarius Mars

Free rein. Sex with the possibility of being exposed. Down for whatever. Bluntness. Desires expressed with no shame. A finger over the lips. Playing to win. Feeling energized when rolling around the sheets. Nothing is off limits. Fantasies coming true. No strings attached. Watch me do you. Laughter as foreplay. Relax with me. You may have tried this position before but with me it’s different. Let’s get physical. A work out. Kissing you to muffle your screams. Messy hair. Messy sheets. How did this end up in the bed? Mundane details of life losing their importance when we’re together. Feeling the strength coursing through the thighs. I would risk getting caught with you.

Capricorn Mars

A hand on your waist in public, a hand on your throat in secret. Trust me, it feels better when you wait. Limits pushed. Burning up. Debauchery. I won’t tell. It’s our little secret. Experience is a turn on. Standards are a turn on. A sense of control. Mastery. I know this game in and out. Sex is all about power at the end of the day. Soft bristles of a whip, barely brushing the spine. I know how to do this with my eyes closed. How do you feel about blindfolds? Vulnerability. Replaying these moments, we share in inappropriate places. Seductive e-mails. Legs pressed tightly together. Having power over you is an accolade I hold close to my heart, not something I take for granted.

Aquarius Mars

Electric. Electricity when our fingers touch. Permission to be one’s free, authentic self. A non-judgement zones. Non-physical forms of affection. I’m open to trying something new with you. Inviting other people into the picture but only you can make me feel this way. Incorporating technology to add a new flavor. Feeling closer to you in group sex. Conversations intermingling within the very act of sex. Noses brushing against each other faintly. Deep eye-contact feels orgasmic. Hearing soft vibrations in the air before you feel it. Swirling galaxies. My thoughts are consumed by you nowadays, but I’m OK with that.

Pisces Mars

Altered states of consciousness. The bliss that comes when feeling wholly accepted. Complete adoration. Eyes locked. A desire to merge together. Skinny-dipping under the cloak of the night. Who cares if we get caught. No restrictions. A transcendent experience. Artistic nudes. A photo album on my phone. Dedicated to you. Boundaries teased. Biting my lip to control myself but failing. Kisses on the forehead. Reverence. I can morph into whoever you want me to. Kissing you, but my eyes are open. Moments of silence. Desires expressed without words. The sweetest dreams. Every time feels like a little death, only to be reborn again.  

[fioiswriting]

💫 About me...

Hi !! My name’s Fio, I’m in my late 20s and when I’m not writing, I’m reading, making cosplays with my wonderful girlfriend, playing video games or studying to be a history teacher.

I created this sideblog to post my fanfictions. I have severe social anxiety but I LOVE getting comments and requests!! My ask box is always open and I'm nice, I promise <3

English is not my first language, so please excuse the grammar/syntax errors or spelling mistakes. I can write in French (my native language) or in Italian too. As I'm very busy, I tend to write very slowly, so I can't tell you exactly when I'll be posting or updating.

Keep it mind that it will mostly be a nsfw blog. MDNI ♡

Hope you enjoy your time here !! ♥

Sometimes I talk about myself using the tag the exciting life of fio, but you can block it

💫 Main fandoms...

House of the Dragon ♥

Game of Thrones

Star Wars (mainly prequel trilogy & clone wars era)

The Last Kingdom

Vikings

Kaamelott

Arcane

Overwatch

Reign

💫 Currently writing...

Daemon Targaryen x Jace girlfriend!reader - modern AU

The sea and the fire (Aemond x reader) - chapter 2

Cregan Stark x reader (request)

💫 Masterlist

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Reunion [+18] | finished | Aemond x niece!reader | angst with comfort Or when you find your presumed dead former husband 3 years later. Part 1 - Part 2 The sea and the fire | on going | Aemond x niece!reader | angst Or when you're married to your childhood sweetheart who becomes your enemy and you get lost in the terrible maze of politics. Chapter 1 The dragon and his little rose | on going | Aemond x Tyrell!Reader | beauty and the beast retelling Or when you offer yourself to the beast to free your people.

Prologue

Aemond Targaryen & Alys Rivers

The lust we share [+18] | one shot | finished | Aemond x wife!Reader x Alys | pwp Or when your husband takes you to Harrenhal and you met his lover.

Cregan Stark

Soon

Daemon Targaryen

Soon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Muña [+18] | one shot | finished | Jacaerys x aunt!Reader | pwp Or when you're married to your nephew, and find he's turned into a strong man with a mommy kink.

[quillthrillswriting]

we don't talk enough about how often katara saves aang. like she fully figured out how to pull water from somebody's LUNGS for him. ugh i love her!!!!

the following is an excerpt from my kataang multichapter fic called "the teenager in the iceberg", where aang is aged up to 16 in order to flip him and katara's dynamic into she falls first, he falls harder. this is from chapter four, which JUST DROPPED TODAY!!:D <3

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 She watched in horror as dark fins began to rise from the water, and Aang looked back at her with fear in his eyes. He rose from the water, struggling to hold on to the shiny scales of the Unagi. The beast’s head rose out of the water alongside its torso, and it tipped its head curiously at the sight of Aang on its back, baring its teeth as it did. Aang jumped, swinging on the creature’s whiskers, trying to evade its sword-sized teeth. Without notice, it snapped its jaws open, unnaturally wide to the point of unhinging, and a concentrated jet of water shot out of its throat, sending Aang flying across the bay towards Katara. Even from the distance she was at, she could see that his body had landed wrong, unnatural, crumpled.

“AANG!” She shouted, wading into the water as quickly as she could, hoping with all her will that she could somehow outrun this ancient serpent hell bent on getting to Aang before she could. Aang didn’t stir. Against her own pessimistic judgement of their odds of survival, Katara somehow managed to scoop Aang against her, holding him tight. He was unconscious, and she couldn’t see if he was breathing. Another bolt of fear struck through her. Through blurry vision made hazy by fear and anger, Katara watched the Unagi rear its head again, but instead of holding Aang against her and waiting for their inevitable end, she struck back.

It happened so quickly, the wave of water that mirrored the rising tide of anger crashing through Katara’s own body. Her hand moved as if she wasn’t in complete control, and perhaps she wasn’t. Perhaps the spirits of water had looked kindly upon the two kindred souls. Or perhaps, Katara had simply moved in accordance with what the pure adrenaline that seemed to replace her very blood demanded. 

The two of them were thrown backwards, Katara’s wave of water pushing them to the safety of the shore. She allowed herself only a second to catch her breath before rolling over to check on Aang.

Still, the Airbender did not stir.

“Aang. Please , wake up.”

He did not breathe.

She closed her eyes, running her hand along his chest, the heat that normally radiated from him snuffed out entirely. She could feel water there, in his lungs, weighing them down. The wrongness of it . She could feel the liquid tugging at her, the molecules themselves wishing to return to the ocean from whence they came.

She obliged them.

Katara coaxed out a thin tendril of the seawater, watching nervously as Aang shuddered involuntarily as the stream of liquid flowed through his lips. He coughed. Coughed again.

Another cough, and his eyes opened, and she was met with the comforting vibrance of his storm-cloud eyes. 

“K-Katara,” He managed, the words strained by salt and sea. “Don’t ride the Unagi. Not fun .”

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♥ check out the first four chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

[bard-of-beasts]

Favorite Earth Drinks of the Beta Trolls Headcanons (by bard-of-beasts)

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Authors note: First time listing and posting my headcanons! Will definately try to make more. You can also request me for head canons for characters of any fandoms I'm in. I hope you enjoy!

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𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘: 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎

No sugar, no milk, nothing.

Makes a pot every day.

Has it for whenever she needs it.

Isn't really caffeine addicted to it though, she's not crazy about it.

She will drink it pretty much any hour of the day though.

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𝚃𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖: 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊

I feel like him and his dancestor would love Mexican drinks and food.

Sometimes he has his own powder mixture, but also keeps some in the fridge that he's prepared beforehand.

Whenever he takes his first sip, he's smiling happily.

God, he's just as sweet as this drink, it's adorable ♥︎.

Vriska has stolen some though just to be a prick.

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𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚡 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚛: 𝟽-𝚄𝙿

He drinks this shit so much that at times he just has a pile of the empty cans somewhere in his hive.

And oh my god, it's actually terrible.

He often drinks the original, but he likes other flavors too.

As long as it's 7-UP, he'll take it.

His hive reeks of it at times.

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𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕

He can be aggressive like a bull too when he's hooked on this-.

He has a bit of a caffeine addiction from this, but he can go through a day with just 1 normal sized can.

Even though the original isn't the most flavorful, he's fine with that, he doesn't even care really.

He has tried the other flavors though.

If he's feeling pretty generous, he'll let Dave have a sip.

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𝙽𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘𝚗: 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚊

Loves every flavor of milk tea boba.

Really enjoys nibbling on the boba balls.

Sometimes Equius gets her a cup!

She has tried showing him how to get the straw into the cup to keep the film on top.

Alas, he broke the cup and it spilled everywhere, as expected.

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𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚊𝚖: 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙻𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎

Fancy drink for a rather fancy bitch, and rightfully so.

She always has it in a tall, clear glass with ice cubes and a little lemon slice on the rim.

Not sure if she would do this without realizing it or not, but whenever she is drinking this, she crosses her legs.

She usually makes some in a pig pitcher for herself and Rose.

She enjoys the flavor, as it's not overwhelmingly sweet, yet not bitter.

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𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚒 𝙿𝚢𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎

Loves it most with extra cherry syrup.

The redder, the tastier it is, especially for her tastebuds.

Gets as much of these as possible.

There are many cases even where Karkat has to physically stop her from drinking more than she can handle.

When this happens, she's pouting.

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𝚅𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝: 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

She just gives the vibe she would love this, change my mind.

Enjoys every flavor, no matter how much some of them taste like battery acid.

Whenever she finishes her can, she crushes it with her metal arm and chucks it at the back of Tavros' head.

Much more caffeine addicted than Karkat.

How much she drinks in a day can vary.

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𝙴𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚉𝚊𝚑𝚑𝚊𝚔: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜

CHUGGING. LIKE DAMN BRO NO ONE TRYNA TAKE IT-.

Because he's chugging so much, sometimes it dribbles down his chin.

When he's done, he chuckles the bottle into the trash, the bottle breaking every time.

He always gets some when Nepeta has her boba.

One time Nepeta even swiped (pun intended) a container of protein powder just for him.

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𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚣𝚎𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊: 𝙵𝚊𝚢𝚐𝚘 & 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚠

Mtn. Dew just because outside of Detroit, it's very hard to come across Faygo anywhere really.

So when he can't get his hands on Faygo, Mtn. Dew is his next choice.

Both are very sugary and sweet, after all!

His lips are always a bit sticky whenever he's drinking either of these.

Besides, the color of the original Mtn. Dew reminds him of his pies.

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𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊: 𝙱𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚢

Won't let ANY Troll even touch his drink, besides Feferi.

"Get your grubby land dwweller hands away"

Only drinks the original, never drink the flavored ones really.

He never drinks the flavored ones because he gives them to Feferi.

Always keeps the cans in a very clean acrylic drawer in the fridge.

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𝙵𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝙿𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚜: 𝙻𝚊 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚡

Unlike Eridan, she sometimes offers a can to a Troll friend.

No one really accepts them though, just because it's not really their thing, besides Kanaya and Eridan.

She especially loves the fruity hints in the sparkling water

She does enjoy the flavored bubbly drinks Eridan gives her too!

Fuck it, I guess many sea dwellers love fancy drinks in my book.

[throughtrialbyfire]

𝑾𝑰𝑷 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 ♥

oh man, it's that time of the week again!! i've been busy irl with the semester coming to an end, but i always look forward to wednesday around here!

tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter , thank you so much!! <33

tagging @dirty-bosmer @totally-not-deacon @viss-and-pinegar @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @orfeoarte @thana-topsy @archangelsunited @rainpebble3 @boethiahspillowbook @gilgamish @umbracirrus and you!! and there's no pressure to participate, no worries!!

this week i'm sharing some long snippets from 2 different wips - "Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood", my fic centering Dragonborn!Frothar and taking place 10-ish years after the dragon crisis began, and a snippet from the rough draft of chaper 28 of "Cycle of the Serpent" in which athenath is going into meridia's temple to get rid of the necromancer, malkoran! hope you enjoy <3

Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood

He'd heard of dragon lairs distantly, and in every story, he hoped they were exaggerating. The grass crunched under his feet as he approached the stone outcropping among the mountains. This dragon must breathe fire, he surmised. The ground, once rich with soil and plant life, cracked beneath his boots. The plants, as he'd gotten closer to the beast, appeared so sullen and dead that he'd wondered if this spot in Whiterun got any rain at all. His gaze darted around at the once-thriving soil, the dirt, the clay, all of it splitting and dusty and strange under his feet. Then, he finally allowed his gaze to land on the dragon. Sleeping atop a wall inscribed with strange markings, he could see the scales, the glinting of red, the horrible shape of it. The beast laid atop the stone like a cat on a fence, it's scaley figure breathing in slow noises. Each breath puffed out small embers and trails of smoke, rising to the sky and dissipating into the air above. Frothar tightened his armor, securing himself as well as he could. He unsheathed his blade. What was his plan, exactly?

He wanted to kill it. The thing had been terrorizing locals. This was his duty. As the oldest son of Jarl Balgruuf, he should be keeping his people safe, right? Surely this was how things went. This was his duty. But how to approach, how to take it down? Did he even have a real plan, or was this all folly? Frothar swallowed the ball of anxiety lodged firmly in his throat. He watched as the creature slumbered. He wondered if it would have been smarter to grab a bow and some arrows rather than risk it with a sword, but-

He didn't have time to think. The eyes of the creature, hearing a twig snap from a far-off deer - damned deer - thrilled open. The pupils, like slits, widened at the sight and then shrank into long, black lines. Frothar's own gaze went wide as he dashed behind a large stone, missing his death by mere inches as the beast spat fire in a way that sounded like screaming. He covered his ears, the heat searing through the rock, hotter than any summer's sun he'd ever known. He waited. The moment the dragon rose to the skies, he sprinted to another rock, watching as it flung another breath of fire at him, and ducked down low. Gods, what had he been thinking? He'd really been this stupid to march up the side of a mountain to fight a dragon wholly unprepared! He'd done this all for what? And now he was going to die here, he would die on this hill and it wouldn't be for anything or for anyone, just his own selfish fucking- The dragon landed, the ground shivering with the impact. The whole earth repulsed at the feeling of it's existence, the land quaking as the dragon tread one foot in front of the other, wings lightly rising, then lowering, sending waves of dry-sucking heat out around it. "You seek your death, little one?"

The words thrummed through Frothar's chest. Like hearing the sun speak, like feeling every lick of flames against his face. It burned from the inside out, the sound, the way they rattled through him. The words themselves burrowed into his lungs, and he clutched his sword tighter, his own throat closed in fear. Sweat poured out of him, drenching the back of his tunic, his blood racing in his ears so loud he could hardly hear, but the words… He could understand them. It was in no language he'd ever known, a language he would never be able to fully articulate, but it was not with his ears or mind he understood, but something far older. His heart raced, slamming against his sternum, breaths barely having enough time to lodge in his lungs before being pushed out of him again. "Do you come to die? Perhaps your bones will nourish me, child." Frothar knit his brow. His father. He thought of him. He thought of Jarl Balgruuf and how, no matter how many times Frothar proved himself again and again, his father would not let him out of his grasp. Whiterun needed a leader when Balgruuf was gone. It fell on the eldest's shoulders. It fell on his shoulders. It was his duty. Whiterun needed a capable leader, a good leader, a brave leader. He would not die a coward. At the least, he'd go down and he'd do it swinging.

Cycle of the Serpent, Chapter 28

A foul air pitched low through the corridors, thick in the winding depths of the temple. Moss overpowered the stones, shrouded in its blinding dark. The stench of decay wafted through the Altmer's senses. Athenath pressed their sleeve to his nose, forcing himself not to gag at the odor. Meaty and slithering, sweet like overripe fruit trampled under the foot of a count's horses. He stepped forward, flinching as the noises of battle shredded the once-quiet air above them, using their sword to break apart spiderwebs that threaded through the temple's corners and crevices. The hair on the back of their neck prickled, skin bumping, spine aching with the all-too-familiar dread that sent a shiver down the column. The lit braziers up ahead offered both peace and terror. A presence had been here. The dark, then, seemed safer than the figure they knew lurked deeper in the temple. Still, he pushed one foot ahead of the other along the well-worn stones, creeping low as to not draw the attention of whoever - or whatever - had contaminated the temple of Meridia. A burning ache at the back of his throat caught them as they continued forward, caution in every shallow breath they nearly feared to breathe. Guilt should be for later, he told himself, but it threatened them now in here, the guilt of aiding a Daedric Prince. Was what the Vigilants said true? Was this doing the bidding of something that would merely toss them aside when through? It's not like he had a choice. They hadn't seen the light, the Lady of Infinite Energies, the way she hovered as a bright and shining beacon in the skies above Solitude. And Athenath, unfortunately, had. Still, it did little to stop his hand from clutching the amulet of Mara beneath his clothes.

[....] He lowered himself once again, creeping towards it, and picked the lock with ease. For a moment, they were glad that Emeros and Wyndrelis were above, fighting off the Vigilants. It saved him the embarrassment of the other two pointing out the door to the half-distracted Altmer. Then, shame filled his face with red, as he wrapped a hand around the lever. He shouldn't rejoice their absence right now. They were up there, fighting off the Vigilants so that Athenath had a chance to investigate the temple, as they all wanted to. Who knew how the battle above was going? Who could say if his friends were dead or alive? Athenath stifled the thought, smothered it deep until it choked out. There was nothing saying that his friends weren't alive and waiting for him. They had to have hope.

[....]

The further Athenath went, the more they clung to this idea. Sometimes, a moment of idle collection of breath and thought, they clutched the amulet hanging out of the collar of his shirt. They wondered if Mara had sent them to Skyrim for a reason. Surely, her devotee would find a place to spread her compassion and her love in all its forms, in this land claimed by war and its aftermath? Maybe it was no mistake Athenath would be attending the Bard's College, after all. Training with them, then going off into the world, maybe this was exactly where they were meant to be. Even though pain soared through their body from various injuries, even when hope dimmed when he drank the last of his healing potions, they pushed onward into the temple. Meridia had asked it of them. Mara was commanding them. Mother Mara, lady of compassion, of love, of family, the lady Athenath looked to when the world crumbled and the stars burned out and the sun breathed its last. The lady who forgave him, who gave them a new life, unwasted here. This was an extension of Mara's compassion. It had to be.

[dom-selfship]

HIIII i'm the sanguine sanctum, but you can call me a ton of names (working on my prns.cc), but the main ones are sanguine, riotte, dom, and any irl names! they're below the cut alongside my f/os and titles.

hx/hxmn/hxs or hxmns/hxmnself, iv/ivs/ivself.

I am : ～

Strade (BTD TPOF YKMET)

Jeff the Killer (Creepypasta fame)

John Doe (Game by same name!)

Ame-Chan (Needy Streamer Overdose)

Antonio + Jack the Ripper (IDV)

MC from all Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Games + all VNs we've played! Ask for list.

Blade (Honkai Star Rail (ironic huh?))

Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

P-Chan (NSO)

Silco (Arcane) + . . . ⌣⌣

doubles ask to interact...

MAIN F/O's : ～

jimmy - mouthwashing (i wont share ♥︎)

main tag: #♡ i must isolate you/isolate you and save you from yourself

schizo tag: #♡ pay no mind to what other voices say ...

nsft tag: #♡ just stay with me/safe and ignorant

ithaqua - identity v (very possessive over him rn but will share as long as u tag it!!)

main tag: #♡ but the wind has picked us up now we're hanging in the air

nsft tag: #♡ and as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear

stone - ramshackle (ask to share) /yan

main tag: #♡ i love when hx calls my phone/hx's even got hxs own ringtone.

nsft: #♡ hx's got eyes comparable to sunrise

tobias "toby" rogers - creepypasta fame. (dont even ask to share, he is mine.)/yan /vsrs

main tag: #♡ how we're just two men as god had made us

nsft: #♡ my cellmate's a killer. hx makes me do push-ups in drag

SECONDARY F/OS:

liu woods - creepypasta

eddie gluskin - outlast

princess peach toadstool - mario

mario - duh

wriothesley - genshin impact

blade - honkai star rail

sebastián castellanos - the evil within

ruben victoriano - the evil within

stephano valentini - the evil within 2

princess zelda - legend of zelda

senpai - yandere simulator

yandere-kun - yandere simulator

nemesis - yandere simulator

yuuya kizami - corpse party

satoshi mochida - corpse party

sakutaro morishige - corpse party ♡

you will NEVER love them more than me 🖤🖤

Titles : ～

Prn Who Is Seen Through Rose-Tinted Lenses

Prn who can Kill in One Cut

The Blade that Glints in the Moonlight

Prn Who Feasts Upon The Dead

the False Angel

the One with Bloody Wings

Prn who Tears with prns Teeth

The Stalking Beast/Animal

Prn Who Maddens

Prn Who Accessorizes With Chains

The One of Princely Darkness

Prn Who is Unfathomable

Prn That Lives On Adrenaline

Prn Who The Devil Claimed + . . . ⌣⌣

[os3npaio]

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Fanfiction Lists:

♡ Messy Situation (Ongoing)

Originally a Twitter Fanfic Thread - engaged!Deku x engaged!OC (Amelia) / Bakugo x cheating!OC (Amelia)

-⚠️CW: Angst, cheating, Manipulation, Possessiveness, Gaslighting, Blood, Violence, non-con, mentioned past s3lf harm, Suic1de att3mpt, depression, body dysmorphia, slight body shaming comments and self-hate etc⚠️ MATURE CONTENT MINORS DNI ♡ Beauty & the Beast (Ongoing) -Sugar Daddy!Blood Riot x Sugar Baby!OC

Originally a Twitter Fanfic Thread

-⚠️CW: Age Gap (40 & 21), Sugar Daddy!Kiri, Sugar Baby OC, OC X CHARACTER, Heavy themes: Violence, Blood, Character deaths, manipulation, gaslighting, manhandling, kidnapping, yandere characteristics, containment, non/dub con themes, Sugar Daddy / Baby lifestyle, Inappropriate use of quirks, etc⚠️

MATURE CONTENT MINORS DNI ♡ Help Me (Ongoing) - Leon S. Kennedy x OC -⚠️CW: Adult situations, Smut scenes, Trigger Warnings, tobacco use, alcohol use, violence, some gore, and PTSD episodes. OC with amputations and prosthetics. MATURE CONTENT MINORS DNI

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[ Fantasy AU - Kiri x Baku x Rose (OC) ] - Inspired by YUZUYA’s Fantasy Asmr(Started Last Year. Being converted into page comics after I upload all the beginning panels)Cw: There will be future adult situations

MINORS DNI ♡ Rewind

Kastuki Bakugo x OC Comic

TW/CW: Character Death, Funeral, OCxCanon, Married/Widowed Bakugo, Will have nudity, sexual situations, strong language. MINORS DNI

MINORS DNI

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[flordivina]

"little witch," a rumble that could be mistaken for thunder and a great storm rolling into the forest were it not for the large beast that towered over her. "you've returned. a gift in and of itself." every word growled out, and if trees could bend beyond their current state, they would be cowering into their own shadows. - warwick :>

—Like a Drop of Ambrosia to quench her aches after the longest of slumbers; it’s the voice of the Old God that goes through her ears, entangling with her veins & cradling the flutter inside her rib cages. It compels her attention among the shaken woods, flora & foliage trembling all around her. & yet her dark lips curl into a smile full of awe & enchantment, genuine joy towards the first to greet her among the familiarity of awaken grounds.

“Oh; Great Wolf ; you honor me with your presence & flatter me with your words once again.” Candid respect & adoration bleeds on her voice; as she would bow to him graciously. Even the feathers of her wings, slightly open in elegant addition to her movement, would seem to tremble below the tranquility, before her golden gaze would return towards him, the Only One the Black Crane would allow to mingle closer enough besides her Sisters. She was a possessive deity after all; caring of her future Vessel to not be damaged nor broken prior to the right time… it had also been the reason her commune with her profane holiness had turned into a long slumber once again.

One day she fell asleep without any goodbyes; couldn’t remember even going to rest... Only to awake on her room’s floor, several months later, covered by withered blossoms, ashes & spiderwebs. Opal, her snake familiar, curled around her body, feeding on any rude little rodent daring to approach her.

—For someone so possessive over her body; the Black Crane wasn’t so thoughtful when she demanded her attention.

“I dearly apologize for my absence, I was unable to return to your presence as soon as I would had preferred, Oh Great Wolf, —but my Patroness required me; her desires never to be ignored...” It was not mere courtesy nor excuse, but unadulterated honesty as she would walk closer towards him, every step a place where darkest of blooms with the sharpest of thorns would bloom. —Her mischief still present, as giving a little swirl of her hand, roses would be placed among the fur near his ear, to little in comparison; but so was her.

“I hope I’m still allowed to Hunt by your side; & Live Deliciously~”

@stormduelist ♥

[ella-norah]

tagged by @lilmaemae, thank you, love <33 I loved learning new things about you.

Do you tidy your bed? Everyday. It's basically a habit at this point, and it really feels weird when my bed's not made. Though, on some days, I feel lazy and leave it for the afternoon.

What's your favorite number? To be honest, I don't have one. I like number 4 because every big milestone I had is somehow connected to number 4.

What is your job? I don't have a job, but that will change relatively soon. I'm in my final year of the undergrad and after I graduate I'm going to start working.

If you could go back to school, would you? I'm not sure. As I'm still in university, I feel like the answer to this question is no, because studying can be truly exhausting. But I haven't thought about it much.

Can you parallel park? No. Never learned to drive or park.

A job you had that would surprise people? Working on a music festival. And translator for a film festival.

Do you think aliens are real? Yeah, I do. The universe is too big for it not to have any form of life anywhere other than on Earth.

Can you drive a manual car? Nope. I can't drive any type of car XD

What's your guilty pleasure? Hmmm... Probably collecting things (or well, hoarding them). And starting way too many projects that I can't really follow through with.

Tattoos? None yet, but I have a few in plan, and I will do them eventually. One of them will be rose with a snake wrapped around rose's stem. A few others will be quotes.

Favorite color? Purple. Though, I really love teal too.

Favorite type of music? I don't really have it. I listen to anything that I hear and like. My playlists typically have over 500 songs from all genres. There's a soft spot for metal/punk/hard rock because they're the first genres I started listening when I could choose. Currently, there's a lot of Thai pop songs in my playlist, as well as K-pop, but also can't call them favorites.

Do you like puzzles? Yessss!! I grew up solving puzzles!!

Any phobias? Not a phobia, but I am really terrified of heights, especially in the open.

Favorite childhood sport? Martial arts - that's what I grew up practicing. Still am doing it, just taking a break because my studies.

Do you talk to yourself? A lot. My family has moments when they think I'm talking to them, even though they know I often talk to myself. There tend to be some very interesting conversations and debates sometimes. Talking to myself is probably how I start most of my wips.

What movie(s) do you adore? Action movies and thrillers are my favorites, but I have big soft spot for Disney movies, especially Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Mulan and Tangled.

Coffee or tea? Both, actually. I can't survive a day without my coffee (unless I'm sick), but I really enjoy having a nice warm mug of tea in the evening, when I curl up on my chair, play a show and crochet.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? Funnily enough, a ballet dancer. Today I'm laughing at the idea of little me, but it was a childhood dream.

Well, this is me. The questions were fun!

tagging, if you want to do this, of course ♥ @glamgoblin, @chaeul, @awiderangeofgreen, @sasblr, @disaster-j and @magicaldreamfox1

[squiddy-god]

⚜︎⪻My Beast⊰♥︎⊱My Rose⪼⚜︎

⊰An Instant Before A Gaze⊱

⊰Yandere beauty!Argenti x beast!reader⊱

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Potential part one??? This is based off of a little prompt i saw here<3 So I decided to write this for Argenti because the brain rot is so real for him.im so in love with him augh~ I love men who are so hopelessly in love that it drives them crazy. 

Request are open don't be shy Cw : knight/beauty Argenti, beast reader, mentions of discrimination, depictions of violence, yandere themes, yandere Argenti, obsession, reader is cursed, imprisonment, reverse kidnapping?? Argenti will NOT leave,he's kinda delusional, insecurity, slight body horror (will bold so you can skip), Argenti “i can fix them”  5.2k 

The sweet rays of the sun cast gossamer streams of light past the clouded lattice windows and illuminated fleeting slivers of the once opulent room. Far from its glory the space lay cold and torn asunder- no longer did it hold the warm laughter of its once noble occupant, but rather the cold emptiness of a long jaded heart. White silken curtains hanging limply from their rails, shredded and ragged, a once golden chandelier flakes its gilding having long since crashed to the tiled floor. Long jagged claw marks decorate the beautifully embroidered carpets, their once splendid depictions of scrolling and florals lost to the harsh sands of time, crumbling in the hands of a beast. The chairs and lounge are covered by the same white sheets, edges torn and falling slightly. A four poster bed sits on the right wall, opposite to the sitting area and long fizzled out fireplace, the velvet curtains are all but ripped off, draped across the floor like pools of deep wine, so desperately clinging to the wooden beams of the bed to stay on. Shadows cast the inside of the heavy curtains and soft bed, the only place seemingly spared the wrath. silk pillows and fine sheets, downy blankets piled to give some false hope at comfort. Despite their apparent disarray the red velvet curtains of the bed are not torn, simply tugged at with their golden cords long forgotten. 

The mirror on the vanity by the bed is shattered, its cruel glass shards reflecting in mocking defiance as the sun hits them, their edges speckled with a dark brown substance that now seemed to flake away. Somewhere above the fireplace is a portrait, its frame a gilded gold. Each brush stroke echos an angry mocking jeer, yet depicts the warm smile of a painfully human creature.

 Outside the castle is a beautiful sight, its deep carved stone once a shining white now weathered to a melancholy gray, yet it still held the same fairytale quality. Many towers and rooms, a striking circular building attached to the main castle with what seemed to be a glass ceiling, and behind it what seemed to be the same style but further back with smaller rooms to the side. A large sprawling garden surrounded the back of the castle, with verdant green hedges and many blooming flowers. Stained glass and latticed windows gave way to beautiful arches and delicate gothic architecture, sprawling vines climbed up the sides of the stone and made their home in the grooves of the structure so their flowers could bloom. Perhaps most striking was the tallest tower, a spire pointed defiantly at the sky as if to reach out and touch the clouds, for this is the room of the most beloved child of the once noble house. A room that now sits in dishevelment. 

Beyond the tall iron gates of the castle lay the forest, with its tall trees of emerald green that seem to thin out the further away from cursed place it goes. Deep under tree cover is a once well traveled path, its dirt road now being encroached by wandering plants and flora, wild flowers spring fourth in lush bundles of pink and golden hues. While the forest may seem a beaut sight, the closer one drifts towards the castle grounds, the more a sense of lamentation twists the land. The trees seemed to reach out with warped limbs, contorting, mangling into cruel hands. Unmaintained and forgetting the love they once knew, as a broken ballerina continues to spin forever on her music box, so will the trees and vines continue to grow. 

In the village there is a tale told as a bedtime story to sleepy children. 

Long ago there was once a noble family who lived in grandiosity, squandered wealth and cruel hearts. To them it seemed every being was a mere bug under their shoes, their servants were treated cruelly as if they were animals. But one day that changed, a blessed child had been born from amongst the bramble, with a tender and mellow heart they seemed to possess a noble spirit. For a time the cruelty continued from the family, but the young Liege spoke out and begged for their family to end the cruelty, and it began to ebb away like a receding tide. However this was only in the eyes of the young liege, for behind the intricately carved closed doors it only escalated. Soon the most beloved child of the noble house became the bearer of the burden, cruelty that lashed their mind and heart was given as freely as air. Yet their noble heart remained steadfast and endeared them to the servants of the house, the kindness that licked their wounds was given without any expectation. 

However one day in spring, the last cold wisps of wind giving way to bountiful flowers and warm sun, a party was held at the castle deep in the forest. An enchantress had heard of the family's cruelty and after hearing the tales became enraged and went to the castle to see for herself. She disguised herself as a poor beggar woman and rapped upon the doors seeking only solace from the cold April rains. They did not turn her away, no… instead they brought her inside all while laughing a malicious hollow laugh. They paraded her around as the sorry beggar women, mocking and jeering at her as if pushing her to the cold was simply too kind a jester. The young liege urged them to stop, protesting about how the display was sickening. All that they were met with was the glares of the family and a harsh slap for their audacity and disobedience. 

The display was enough for the enchantress to reveal herself, the eyes of the nobles went wide in shock and fear, left to cower like the animals they had treated people as. Before the enchantress could curse them however, the young liege stepped forward and pleaded for them to be spared, they were prepared to bare the burden of their cruelty if it meant they did not suffer while they paid for what they had done, for the young liege could not stomach the thought of others suffering. The sincerity of the young liege moved the enchantress and so she granted their wish. 

“My child, for your noble heart…i shall grant you your wish, tho it brings me no joy to do so” and so the curse was placed. Upon the noble family their curse was to meet a tragic end, yet their fate would not be cruel, it would be quick and merciful, they would continue to live for one year before meeting their end. whatever they did in that year would determine how they died. The cruelty of the curse was placed on the young liege, only 16 years of age. 

Their scream pierced the room, body morphing as their bones twisted and cracked, distorting with a defining crunch. Teeth fell out as if rotting from their head giving way to bloodied fangs and a gnarled muzzle. Tall and imposing they were a beast, a cruel and evil monster with no trace of what they had once been. Nails splitting the skin of their fingers and morphing into sharp claws and their cries become howls. Their spine snaps and mangles into something grotesque and resembling an amalgamation of animals. Their skin grew fur as they lay in a heap on the floor.

The guest began to flee in a rushed panic at the sight. Even their own family whomst they had taken this fate for fled. The fleeting stares of disgust seared like hot irons for even their family had forsaken them. For they were a monstrous and ugly sight, a cruel beast and evil monster that held none of the warmth of the young liege. But one day the beast will be slayed and the nightmare will end, and the knight who vanquishes that evil will be hailed a hero.  

All stories have hidden verses, tucked away within the yellowed pages of a book to never see the light of day or feel the warm touch of gentle fingers. In this story there exists such a verse written in ink at the end of the tale. It is scrawled hastily and has long been forgotten. 

“My poor weary child, it brings me no joy to see you suffer for the sake of those undeserving of your kindness…so I will grant you a reprieve from fate's cruel touch.” The beast looked up to the enchantress, their eyes still painfully human. “When you find someone who loves you as you are, and when you can love them intern, you shall be spared this cruel fate” a laughable mercy. True love tender kiss, the only amnesty for a being that has forgotten how to love…how to be loved. 

Warm light steeps the small cottage in a brilliant amber hue, the sheer curtains flutter in the gentle breeze let in from the open window. Their ruffled edges flutter as the sun as the tall man moves around the kitchen. Roses seem to saturate every corner of the cottage, blooming forth bursts of color that sit in stark contrast to the light stone walls. Strong oak beams and supports carry hanging planters with beautiful delicate flowers that seem to cascade over the baskets languidly, petals resembling the softness of newborn downy feathers bathe in pastel colors and mingle with the decor of the kitchen. Ceramic plates scrawled with delicate rose patterns as well as various mismatching cups, a large spear rests mounted to the wall its slender blade a deep crimson red, its intricate adornments resembling that of embracing vines and brambles, prickling and dangerous yet wrapped around the handle with the reverence of a tender lover. Pristine and unblemished, treated with the gentle caress of calloused hands, wiped clean after every battle, every beast slain and monster laid to rest. 

The visage of the man conveyed the warm breath of spring, his flowing locks the color of succulent strawberries with each strand a thread of fine silk that beheld its luster with dazzling passion, sprawling viridescent fields as vast the heavens yet intimate as secluded meadows where the sun's light dances through tree leaves onto swaying grass reflected in his soft eyes. The beautiful hues of jade and emerald swirled without trace of malice, wielding only the bladed edge of fervent veneration for every sight that graces him. The ruffled white blouse that draped over him hung loose to his broad shoulders with the front laced in a way that still exposed much of his chest, silvery scars and dark cicatrix of wounds long healed adorned his body as jewels adorn the finest accessories of noble lords and ladies. The tapestry of battle that was woven, etched onto his pale skin served as a testament to his passion and honor, the gentle but fleeting touch of a gentleman that wreathes effigy of a knight, yet this tapestry was never hidden, it remained in every syllable spoken from his soft lips and dripped into his every noble action.

Conceivably, within the vast and intimate depths of his eyes layed a burning pyre where his tender heart was set ablaze. The flames of longing that licked at the very core of his soul seemed to beckon him, honeyed words of desire that whispered in his ear calling him to the abyss where he would gladly drown if it meant an end to the ache he felt. Yes gladly he would walk past the brink of lucidity if it meant an oasis in this dessert where he could quest this unbearable thirst. What read as simple unrelenting passion was simply the smoldering coals begging for air. 

Awe…

Admiration…

Reverence…

Adoration… 

Devotion… 

Worship… 

Love. 

A deep chasm that only one could feel, the very substance he breathed until his lungs burned for oxygen- yet every breath was intoxicating. Deep inside it fed the hot coals and set them writhing to a blazing inferno of sickly sweet obsession. He did not suppress his obsession, his longing, his ache, for how could he betray his love? How could he disservice his love by quelling the desire that burned for them alone? His entirety yearned for his love with the vehemence of a starving dog, licking at the bones it's been fed yet wanting for more. Wanting for his nameless love. 

Sir Argenti, a man of beauty, a man of passion, a man of love. 

A soft smile played on his lip, the wisps of steam fanning against his sculpted face, the heavy set of his brow, his sultry lidded eyes and long burgundy lashes that brush against his cheeks when he closes his eyes and sighs in content letting the warm liquid invade his mouth, the sweet taste causing a delightful crinkle to form at the corner of his eyes. Today was a special day and the knight couldn't help but sigh in a dreamy fashion, his chest heaving with motion as he moved to rest his chin on his calloused palm. The cup soon sits empty and discarded by the sink as he changes into his armor, the stark white metal a beautiful backdrop for the accents of gold that lay polished amongst the crimson fabric that bears the noble embroidery of thorns. The clank of his boots echo happily as his gloved hand grips the shaft of the mighty spear, eyes gleaming with an air of determination. Sunlight cast a pleasant warmth on his features as he basked in the glow of such a beautiful morning, the sweet smell of his flowers fluttered in the air and he couldn't help the airy chuckle that left his lungs as he plucked a rose from its bush. Sweet Carmine petals that embraced each other in tight spirals before fanning out beautifully at the edges to give a full look. 

Clanking of silver boots against well trodden cobblestone paths echoed in the meryment of the small town, bakers set fresh loaves of bread and sweet cakes out with their steem wafting into the breeze, children ran and giggled merrily in the street kicking a ball, people wave and greet him, his trademark locks of ruby pour over his back and stop at his waist as he walks. 

“Ah good morning sir argenti” a woman greets, she sits telling a story to a small gaggle of children. “Good morning m’lady, you are as beautiful as this fine mourning” he says with sincerity. Complement, praise, and poetry always seemed to fall so naturally from him, perhaps it was his constitution as a knight or it was just in his nature, whatever the case he felt it his duty to make everything know how beautiful it truly was. The woman smiled and turned her attention back to the wide eyes of the children. 

“What happened next!” one of them asked, no doubt having already heard whatever tale it was countless times. “They were turned into a horrible monster! With snarling fangs and large horns! Pitch black eyes and mangy fur” the woman told, moving her hands to mimic the horns as she pretended to growl to scare the children. “Ah, this story again” argenti thought to himself quietly, his smile fading ever so slightly. Ever since he was a wide eyed boy he never liked the tale, it was not a tale steeped in myth and magic, the pages of its book not yet yellowed by time as only one decade had passed since its horrid conception. 

A young boy of 17 sits around the fire with the other much older knight, their armor intricate while his simple, hair chopped short while his lays against his back pulled back into a low ponytail. The scarlet wisps of a crackling fire brush gently against the blackened cracking wood logs, smoldering sticks hiss and wheeze while a stew cooks over the fire. The older men and women laugh as they share stories, Argenti sits and quietly admires the color of the flame until something catches his ears. “Well- did ya hear? Say they were cursed something nasty” one man speaks animatedly waving his hands, the young knight's head turned towards the rambling man “poor kid- well..guess kid aint the right word now. More like a rabid animal” he sighs. “I dont think ive ever seen an animal as horrid as what was described” another knight chimes in. “Pure evil is what they say…a beast” it has not been the first time the ruby haired knight hurd tales of monsters, however this sat in his head until a year later the truth had all but faded into obscurity. Those too young to remember the tale simply left it to fade into legend, a bedtime story to tide children over, those who were old enough to remember refused to believe such fairy tales. But the beautiful knight believed, and in his noble heart he found no hate for the unfortunate soul. How could one so kind be truly evil? Even if their visage has been warped, surely the kind heart must remain? It was unjust to wish someone such harm. The words wrapped around his heart, constricting it until it burst with every new time he heard the abhorrent retelling, it was an ugly feeling that arose within his chest, as if it were a crushing weight or the moon plucking the tides of his mind to some dismal disgust. He had never once stopped the honeyed words that followed freely in his veins. 

“Perhaps their appearance has changed, yet a kind heart persits through such suffering” he ignored the oblong glance's people always shot his way, his gloved hand and gauntlet red upon his chest above his heart, the cold metal was no comfort to him. “Ah sir argenti, ever the optimist” the women chuckled. The skys stretched on endlessly, a sea of cerulean blue and gentle whispers of cotton white. Boundless and forgiving even with harsh rain or gentle downpour, he wondered if even if only for a second if the legend was truly just that. A tale eating the stomach of tragedy, spun with gold thread into something ugly in spite of its jewels. The thought played in his mind like a music box turning endlessly, he allowed his feet to carry him to the edge of the town where he found himself in a field of green. 

A sprawling field of soft grass that gave way to lush trees and overgrown flora. Breath flooded his lungs before he exhaled deeply, this was of course what he had come for, to see if truly the legend was only that, nothing but words scrawled on a page and bound in treated leather. Part of him hoped, desperately so, that it was true. Even if it was fleeting he hoped, if he was wrong then he'd find an abandoned castle deep in the forest, and if he was right then he would find a person turned beast with a heart that he, in his delusion, believed would be kind. So once again a knight set off down the fading path, but perhaps for the first time the knight had no intention of slaying a beast, but rather telling them of their beauty. 

The fading path and rough hike through the forest did not dissuade him, even as the blues of the sky faded to warm hues of orange and pink he remained steadfast in his determination until finally the path came into view once again and the tall iron gates fell into his sight. They stood tall and imposing, rusting slightly and flaking their once gorgeous luster. As his hand gripped the cold metal it seemed to push open with a piercing creak, never locked he pushed it open as the rusted hinges scream and wail. Ever courteous he pushes it shut once more, observing how the land basks in the warm color of dusk, he noted the sprawling vines and well maintained hedges, not overgrown or unruly, the sight astonishes him and fills him with the hope that he is right. What monster maintains beauty that has long forsaken it? He gazes at the large doors with their intricate carvings and heavy knockers. Much like the iron gate they seem to simply push open, the castle is dark, the beautiful double staircase wrapped gently in crown molding and intricate scrolling leafs and crests, yellowed glow illuminating the marble steps. It was grand, the picture of an illuminating fairy tail, the carpets were pristine as he looked around, two large pillars holding the stone carvings of angel-esque figures. The most surprising thing is the many flowers that sit in elaborate porcelain vases, fired with gold and pure white, roses of every kind, orchids of all hues dance with color in the subtle candle light, lilies and peonies mixed in with sprigs of baby's breath and queen anne’s lace. 

A squeaked gasp hits his ears, auburn red locks shifting as his paris green eyes landed on a maid. He perked up at the sight- a maid? There was a maid? Oh joy if there was truly a maid and staff then surely- “leave- please just leave” her voice trembled as she shook, the feather duster in her hand trembling. He was shocked before he realized the gleaming tip of his red spear didn't send the message he wanted. “Ah my lady, you need not fear, I-” she cut him off suddenly, having a rather indignant tone.  “The liege is not a monster! So take your spear and-” she angrily waves the feather duster when the door sitting at the top of the grand staircase slams open, the old hinges creaking as the deafening sound echoes in the quiet night air. 

Spring. That is all Argenti can think of, the cool breath of spring, the rushing of crystalline waters against smooth stones replaces the rushing of blood hammering in his ears. Ensnared his heart beat to the rhythm of their footsteps, a quick descent down the stairs accompanied only by the sound of wolfish feet padding against the marble. In his stupor Argenti did not miss the clawed hand extended protectively in front of the maid, the fur was thick and covered the large palm entirely as it did the rest of your body, sharp claws protruded at every fingertip as obsidian daggers, but there was an air of gentle protectiveness. In Spite of the pointed teeth and morphed animal-like features that warp your face, it remains unfathomably human. Anger, worry, and inexplicably fear, where displayed as the most beautiful stained glass mural, even the twist of your horns and the gentle downward sweep of your ears could only add to the haunting visage of something- someone once human. Pools of (e/c) flickered in the candle light, an enchanted lake whose siren song left the beautiful man breathless. A hopeless sort of breathless no air could satisfy, a breathless feeling only felt on the brink of death with a monster's gnarled fangs deep in your throat, when you are so stricken with fear that your very blood urges you to the brink of madness if it means an escape. It was not fear he felt. A sort of breathless that strikes the hot iron of longing, felt when one is so impossibly overcome with boiling love that it steels the air in their lungs, that if denied even a moment of its cause- death would be swift, it was not fangs he felt against his neck, not blood that made his body warm, it was the graze of a lovers soft lips, it was the warmth of blush that spread up his neck, a pit in his stomach felt only in the face of inevitable death or love. To be in love, to fall from heaven willingly wandering by another's side, to know pain in their absence, to kiss the scars on their mind and body as if you could will flowers to bloom sweet blossoms in their wake.

A hopeless sort of breathless no air could satisfy, for you alone could ease this burning in his lungs, simply turn your eyes, beautifully human eyes, turn them towards him and gaze at him longingly as he gazes at you. 

Before a single growled word could leave you, Argenti stepped forward, spear standing tall and firm in his grip as he fell into a kneel at your feet. Clad in the bright untarnished silver of his gauntlet, his hand outstretched as if reaching out to touch the sky itself and betwixt the plates of sterling metal rests a brilliant rose red in hue and pristine in its petals. His eyes roamed over your large figure as if to commit every detail to his memory. His actions, these feelings that flooded him were unlike anything he had felt, the only fair comparison in his mind being when he felt something was truly beautiful. A feeling without real reason, the feeling of beauty and this inexplicable feeling of longing, of love, could only be considered instinct. To love you was instinct, to fall to his knee rose in hand was instinct, the words he spoke next sent a pliable shock through the florid castle halls, forged by instinct yet tempered by the pure desire and longing in his heart.

“Marry me” 

Anger dies on your tongue as you stare down at the flamboyant knight, who you had assumed came to attempt your life, kneeling before you anticipating your response to his proposal…his proposal…the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on just proposed…to you, a hideous monster. Surely this must be some kind of cruel joke. Ten years of this mangled body, ten years of knights with their spears and swords, their slings of arrows and suits of armor beating down the open door and speaking words of hate and torment, how they would save the staff from their prison, how they would no longer be forced to serve in fear of a monster. 10 years of what felt like lifetimes. “Leave this place” you growl raising a clawed hand in an attempt to frighten the knight, your voice booming and filling his ears forcing out all other sounds. A deep sigh left him as he returned to his feet, only reaching just below your broad shoulders despite the fact the man was quite tall himself. The sigh sounded sad, wholly dejected as he stood, you braced for the pain of his scream, the sound of armored boots hitting the tiled floor as he ran, perhaps even the cut of his spear that you knew wouldn't even get the chance to hit you before you had shattered it, but nothing came, instead without fear he reached for your large paw like hand and kissed the fur that lined the inside of your wrist. His eyes gleam as if polished by the newfound determination while he slowly brings his adoring gaze to meet yours. “My darling, would you truly turn me away from you?” his slender fingers clad in silver intertwine, delicate touch careful of your claws yet… it is not out of fear, but out of a tenderness as if he were scared you would be hurt. “I am afraid that i cannot bear to part with you” his touch was fire on your skin, every brush of his hands igniting that fear and anxiety deep in the recesses of your mind. From somewhere- who really knows where, the knight presents a rose in all its glory, red velvet petals a brilliant hue in the candlelight. 

“I am Argenti, may this rose convey my heartfelt affections- I find myself quite taken by you. I will not stop until I have taken your hand in marriage, not even the stars could keep me from the beauty you hold” no matter the delicate words he employed, the promise that tinged the corners of his speech was punctuated by a fire blazing deep in the bowls of madness. He must be mad, to gaze upon the abomination that stands before him and proclaim its beauty; he must be either mad or blind, perhaps both. Anger filled you again, the flowery words he used only serving to rub salt in wounds that never close, that voice in your head, the voices of all who had to bear witness to the misfortune of the once great noble house echoed with cruel laughter in your ears.

“Fine! If you will not leave then you may stay till you rot!” the sentence came out as a vicious growl, clawed paw seeding his arm as you dragged him into the castle, down pristine winding halls adorned with the same intricate that flooded the foyer and entrance, the mocking forced smiles of ancestors, once pompous lords and ladies staring as the scenery rushes by until his boots clank against cold stone as opposed to gleaming tile. The cold air whipped through barred windows as he was taken deeper, deeper, deeper. At last he was all but thrown into the cell at the very end of the hall, the rusting iron smell hung thick in the air as you glared down at his chest heaving. “In your persistence you will find no solace” was the last thing he heard, as the bars of the cell were slammed shut and the heavy fall of your clawed feet echoed away from him. Emerald eyes burned holes into your back, lids heavy and irises laden with adoration and affection, when your beastly form was ripped from his sight he turned his gaze out he bared window and upon the garden and shining moon that now pranced among the stars. 

You poor thing, so jaded by the ugliness of others who refuse to see the beauty in your soul. He knew you were kind, behind the towering walls you have built stone by stone there was kindness long forgotten. The knight saw it, he saw it in the way you rushed in defense of the maid, in the way you gave him a chance to run away, in the way your grip on his arm was neither harsh nor bruising, in the way your claws- like the paws of a wolf stretched and mangled to be longer like a humans held his offering of a rose gently even as you walked away. He saw that kindness even now as he stood imprisoned in your castle, unchained, and with the bars of the cell unlocked, easily pushed ajar by the gentle touch of his hands…every opportunity to flee, run back to his cottage and find another to love, but who was this humble knight to deny the blessing bestowed upon him? For you were his blessing, an end to this curse of loneliness, and he was your knight, the one who would end your curse of melancholy. He would show you the beauty you possess, to him you were a vision, an eternal blessing he could not live without. 

He was yours, whether you knew his devotion yet was simply writing on the page, he would ensure that you knew his love, that you knew you were loved. 

You are loved. 

[hernakedmuse]

Speaking in Tongues

Part VI

Disclaimer: I'm sorry I update this one so much, honestly it's just always in my head and I'm obsessed with Minka's wardrobe. But now I'm like having total writer's block with this one at the moment.

Also not many warnings in this one just allusions to sexual situations, it's an adult story so avert your eyes please if you get offended.

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Minka's POV 

"I have to go home, come on monkey, stop being silly." I chastised the handsome man who was behaving like a child.

He has hidden my clothes and is standing there with his arms folded. He looks so handsome with that stubborn look on his face, blocking the door.

"You're not, not yet, please?" He then made his way over to me and I backed away. "No, no I know that look. Don't seduce me to stay in your castle, beast." Timothée cornered me, his imposing presence looming over me before he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek then my lips and I whimpered. I was reminded of how good they felt on my neck. 

His hands slipped beneath the borrowed Bauhaus shirt I wore. Feeling the cold metal of his rings on his fingers was arousing. "Chouchou, please…postpone it, I've made dinner reservations for us…" he nuzzled my throat and my heart was racing, my heaving breasts were forcibly pressed against his chest by how close his body was to mine. 

"Where?" I found myself asking. 

"It's a surprise, but I'll have your outfit ready and your favorite bottle of wine too "

"Sparkling Syrah?" Oh he plays dirty. 

"But of course, little moth." He slid his hands up my naked thighs.

"You play dirty, I'll text Stone." 

He smirked and licked where he left his mark on me on my neck. I whined, I lost and knew it. It was his game and he made the rules after all…

…

It was a gown, but hardly. A black, completely sheer, primrose floral velvet, devoted, one shoulder, kaftan dress designed by Tom Ford.  There's a high slit that exposes a generous portion of my thigh. And nothing was underneath except for a black, elegant floral lace, Agent Provocateur thong. My ample breasts were completely exposed to any eye. The heels were Tom Ford' gold padlock ones, and by the same designer there's gold soaked padlock earrings to match. My scent he chose for me was their private blend of Vanille Fatale.  I painted my lips a dark plum and did my eyes with smoky lilac like a flapper. 

I walked out of the bathroom that was more like a dressing room. "Koza, I have no purse-" but I stopped as I looked down to see lavender rose petals making a path to the balcony, spa smelling candles were the only light guiding me and the soft romantic music of Gene Loves Jezebel played from outside. 

"Timothée?" A smile threatened to tickle my lips. I walked out onto the candle lit balcony that had a beautifully dressed handsome Timothée standing by an ornately decorated table. The round table is draped in white cloth, antique candelabras, a vase of lavender and orange roses. A bottle of sparkling red by Rosa Regale in an ice bucket, there was brick oven pizza with prosciutto and arugula.  There were some French and Italian  cheese board goodies too.

"Monkey, what is all of this–" Timothee quickly made his way over to me. He slid an arm around me and his large hand rested on my hip and he kissed my jaw and then my lips, in a way that made me a little empty headed. He rubbed my hip and pulled back a little to look at my body and licked his lips. "Damn." I giggled at his reaction.

"I thought we were gonna go out with my tits out. Such a daring choice.'' I brushed a curl out of his face and fixed the collar of his black blazer. I picked a piece of lint off of his collar, he looks so fucking delicious.  Beneath the crisp blazer was a black, sheer mesh top that provocatively displayed his nipples and he had the black high waist trousers that cinched in so razor sharp. I felt easily seduced and started kissing his neck.  Both of his hands were on my waist and he was holding them in such a tight grip his nails dug through the fabric.

"I'd never let you wall out like this." He raped as I sucked on his incredible smelling neck.

"So possessive already?" I teased in his ear.

His hands slid down to my ample backside. 

"Hell yeah baby," his voice deepened. "I can't taste you and not want to keep you. We fit together so well." He slapped my ass and I whined. "It's like we were made for each other like you were made for me." He ended weakly.

I felt dizzy and deliciously weak, my body pressed against his sweet smelling hard one. He was massaging my ass lazily. "I've gone out in less."

"I know, I've seen you…I was always there watching you." He said quietly. 

I felt my body set on fire, that was creepy in the hottest way. His arousal was pressing against me and I shivered. "Let's try and get through a meal without fucking, monkey." I breathed.

He chuckled and dipped me a bit as he pulled me against him, his laughter brushed against my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "No promises, chouchou."

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Timothée's POV 

It wasn't until a week later that I allowed her to leave my house. 

The brutal adjustment of leaving our cozy little cocoon was a lot, and not just on me but my little moth as well. As we finished getting dressed she watched me from my bed, the bed we spent seven days in, her big lilac eyes looked so forlorn and her pouty bottom lip trembled in anticipation of a cry. I felt my nose sting with upcoming tears as well, shockingly enough. How quickly we have become so dependent on one another, just to breathe, only to exist.

She's such a beautiful little crier. I had her clothes brought here after the third day, right now to block out the weirdly cold southern Californian autumn, she wore a chic, oversized, black and cream vertical striped turtleneck. Her shapely bottom and legs were encased in high waist, creamy white Ulyana Sergeenko jeans with black leather tapered at the top, black and white juicy couture Georgette heels showed off her pedicured dark amber colored toes. The only jewelry she adorn was a black vegan leather gold heart watch, gold Moschino peace earrings, and…my diamond snow leopard ring. I have taken a liking to her wearing at least one item of mine.

Her makeup was matte and in her typical vamp style, black lipstick and black mascara. I slid down onto my knees and moved between her legs, my elbows resting on her legs and she immediately cradled my face in her incredibly soft hands, stroking the bones that formed my face with such tenderness.  She smells too good, like her woody and earthy Laurel Canyon perfume, and her sweet English lavender soap. I laid my head on her lap and my face close to her clothed center. We've made love twice this morning and fucked three. "Why do you have to go?"

"Monkey, you have work today, you're filming remember?" She spoke so soft and sweet and I nuzzled her thighs. "And I have to meet with my manager who isn't happy with you right now, and have lunch with Anya-"

I scowled and lifted my head. "Anya." I spat.

She frowned, we went over this yesterday.  Anya Taylor-Joy is one of my little moth's best friends, but Minka used to have a crush on her, they fooled around and she convinced me there's nothing there between them anymore. Anya does seem enamored with her rock star boyfriend but I can't stop this large green beast from trying to swallow me whole. "I'm sorry." I apologized to her and raked my hand through my hair. I helped her up onto her feet, now I was towering over her. I took off my baseball cap and put it on her pretty bob in backwards fashion before kissing her gorgeous little face. Her beauty is a huge problem. "Perhaps I should get you pregnant so you would have no choice but to stay by my side."

She giggled like it was a joke. It wasn't. "Koza, I'll be back okay?" She took my hand leading me outside. Her assistant, her little brother Stone, was waiting outside by a 1985 teal corvette.  She squeaked when I lifted her a little and pulled her into a bone crushing muscle bruising hug. I kissed her and I was greedy with it, and I bit over the violet bruise I gave her on her neck. She cried weakly and winced. I smiled and licked the abused skin. She tangled her fingers in my hair. "Pick me up at eleven tonight, okay?"

I grinned and kissed her again. "Okay deal!" She pried herself out of my unbearable hold to scurry off to her sibling. "Don't forget about me while I'm away at war!" She teased before hopping in. They were gone so fast, she was gone so fast. Meanwhile I needed to try and remember who I was before Minka Farrah slipped into the bathroom at Chateau Marmont.

@meetmyothersouls @sufferingstarlight

[jotunvali02]

Watching 47 Ronin (2013)

Mmh... a boy we don't know the origins of and said to be raised by demons and he's played by Keanu, HMMMMM !!

Mika: "LOVE INTEREST" IS WRITTEN IN CAPITAL ON MY FACE!

Kira: "I'M THE VILLAIN" IS WRITTEN IN CAPITAL, BOLD AND UNDERLINED AND HIGHLIGHTED ON MY WHOLE BODY AND MY WHOLE CASTLE!!!!

Hiro's voice is still so... ^q^ it's rose tea for your ears.

Hiro, did you really have to lasciviously raise that babygirl's cute head with your sword? Nooo, I don't think so. ;)

Ooh! ^///^ Dinner time for princess Mika! Ah? No. :(

Kai has the spidey sense.

Shipping Keanu and Hiro here is OVER 9000!!!

That silent look he gives Kai (Keanu) to understand he's the one who killed the beast... uuugh!! Worth a thousand hot steaming sex scenes.

And that look he gives the princess who's crying because Kai just got beaten and humiliated... like "I understand you, sister, I love him too."

Kai is in dog fights now. As the dog.

I had never noticed Hiro has such magnificent eyes. ^q^

"Oishi"?? XD Yes, he is oishii. ^q^

"Why is the half-breed here?" - "Because he's my husband now, shut up."

UUUGH!!! Yes!! We got it Kira is the villain!! God, that character is such a fucking caricature it's not even funny!

"Swords. Lots of swords."

"They taught me to kill." Of course they did!! And they marked you when you left! Of course they did! And you come back to them because you need their help! OF COURSE YOU DO! The only thing that lacks is tattoos. Mister "John Wick before John Wick"!

I have serious doubts about the choices for the looks of the tengu who looks nothing like a tengu.

♫ Only youuuuuuu ♫

No srsly, why would the tengu allow Yummy to enter? Because he guessed he's Kai's husband?

Awww :( Hiro needed a hug here! Why didn't you hug him, Kai?

Oh well, they totally kissed in front of that tombstone.

Oh the joy that must be to stroke and sniff on Keanu's hair. ♥

[mattibee]

Here's a list of all the titles we have in the collection!

(not all of them are listed on ebay yet, but consider this a preview!) (FS) = Full Series (FS*) = Full Series (before losing English license) (OS) = One Shot (18+) = Adult Themes ($$$) = it's going to be a lil ridiculous sorry

A Capable Man (OS) (18+) After I Win (OS) (18+) Alice 19th (FS) Angel Diary (FS) Antique Bakery (FS) Apothecarius Argentum (Vol 1-3) Author's Pet (OS) (18+) Azumanga Daioh (ADV Omnibus) (SOLD) Beast Master (FS) Blackbird (all but vol 6) (somehow) Bleach (Collector's edition Vol 1) Blue Sky (OS) (18+) Bran Doll (OS) (18+) Butterflies, Flowers (Vol 1-5) (18+) Cactus's Secret (FS) Cafe Kichijouji (FS) Captive Hearts (FS) Castle of Dreams (OS Omnibus) Ciao Ciao Bambino (OS) (18+) Color (OS) (18+) Crescent Moon (FS) Cute Beast (OS) (18+) Dance in the Vampire Bund (Vol 1) Daring Student's Association (Vol 1) Days of Cool Idols (OS) Don't Be Cruel (Vol 1-2) (18+) Family Complex (OS) (SOLD) FreshMen (OS) (18+) From Far Away (FS) ($$$) Fujoshi Rumi (FS*) Gakuen Heaven (OS*) (18+) Gakuen Heaven: Nakajima (OS*) (18+) Gakuen Heaven: Endo ~ Calling You (OS*) (18+) Goong (Vol 1-5) Gravitation/Gravitation EX (FS) Happy Boys (OS) Happy Cafe (FS*) Heaven's Will (OS) Hell Girl (Vol 1-3) High School Debut (Vol 1-13) (SOLD) Highschool of the Dead (Vol 1) (18+) Higurashi: Abducted By Demons Arc (FS) His Arrogance (OS) (18+) Honey Mustard (FS) House of 5 Leaves (Vol 1) How to Seduce A Vampire (OS) (18+) Idol Pleasures (OS) (18+) Junjo Romantica (FS*) (18+) KareKano (Vol 1-3 Omnibus) Kimi Ni Todoke (Vol 1-8) Kitchen Princess (FS) (SOLD) Knockout Makers (FS) Kujibiki♥Unbalance (FS) Kyo Kara MAOH! (FS*) La Corda d'Oro (Vol 1-2) Land of the Blindfolded (Vol 1-9) Little Butterfly (Vol 1-2) (18+) Love a la Carte (OS) (18+) Love is like a Hurricane (Vol 1) (18+) Love For Dessert (OS) (18+) Love Master A (FS) Love Recipe (FS) (18+) The Magic Touch (FS) Me & My Brothers (FS) (SOLD) Merupuri (FS) Millenium Snow (Vol 1-2) Missile Happy (FS) Mister Mistress (FS) (18+) Mixed Vegetables (FS) (SOLD) Moyasimon (FS*) Mugen Spiral (FS) Mushishi (FS) ($$$) (SOLD) My Heavenly Hockey Club (FS) Natsume's Book of Friends (Vol 1-7) (SOLD) Nodame Cantabile (FS) (SOLD) Oh My God! (FS) (18+) Ouran High School Host Club (Vol 1-16) Pearl Pink (FS) Penguin Revolution (FS) Pet on Duty (OS) (18+) Physical Attraction (OS) (18+) Platinum Garden (FS*) Pretty Poison (OS) (18+) Princess Princess/Princess Princess + (FS) (SOLD) Pumpkin Scissors (FS*) Right Here Right Now (OS) (18+) Sayonara, Zetsubou-Sensei (Vol 1-9) (1-8 are OOP I think?) Selfish Love (FS) (18+) Shards of Affection (OS) (18+) Short SUNZEN (FS) Short-Tempered Melancholic (OS) Silver Diamond (FS*) (SOLD) Skip Beat! (Vol 1-10) Soul Eater (Vol 1) Special A (Vol 1-5) St. Dragon Girl (FS) Stop Bullying Me (OS) (18+) Story of Saiunkoku (Vol 1-7) Sugar Princess (FS) Tail of the Moon (FS) Tale of the Waning Moon (Vol 1) (18+) Tea for Two (FS) (18+) ($$$) Tenshi Ja Nai (FS) The Betrayal Knows My Name (Vol 1) The Devil Within (FS) The Devil's Secret (OS) (18+) The Wallflower (Vol 1-9) Three in Love (FS*) Train Train (FS) Ugly Duckling's Love Revolution (FS) Ultimate Venus (FS) V.B. Rose (FS*) Vampire Knight (Vol 1-12) W Juliet (FS) Welcome to the N.H.K. (FS) (18+) (SOLD) World's Greatest First Love (Vol 1-6) (18+) Yakitate!! Japan (Vol 1-3) Yokaiden (FS) Yotsuba&! (Vol 1-8) Yubisaki Milk Tea (Vol 1) (18+)

HELP US GET RID OF HUGE 20 YEARS OLD MANGA COLLECTION 📚✨

My sister used to collect a whole bunch of manga in the mid 2000s to mid 2010s, but nowadays she's lost her attachments to them and wants to open up a lot of space (for more manga, incidentally 🤭) so I'm helping her sell off all of the bulk! 📚✨

I've set up a temporary eBay account where I'll be listing all of the series she would like to sell off which you can find here: https://www.ebay.com/usr/littlebookghost

Her collection mainly consisted of shoujo romance, light fantasy/supernatural, and boys love titles- with many out of print titles by Tokyopop and Del Ray Manga, and she had over 100 different series/oneshots in her collection! Due to the large amount of books to list I will be adding them gradually every weekend until I have all of them up!

We'd really like to have the whole collection gone by the end of the year, so please share with anyone you think would be interested in buying them off us, we'd be super grateful! 💖

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