#So why is it spelled sewing
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i'm looking for dress shirt patterns and it took me Way too long to realize that google scrambled my search to mean shirt dress bc Apparently women cant get enough of shirt dresses
#Istg women as a community are becoming less and less comprehensible the more i look into fashion#Like#Do none of u dress butch#Where are the butch women at#They cant all be in carpentry#Muffin rambles#I say as i am a soon to be carpenter trainee who hates sewing#I even hate the word sewing#Its proboynced sowing#So why is it spelled sewing#I understand based on context clues which u mean man#Its google thats stupid abd requires a distinction#Free urselves from the shackles of modern spelling#Personal#To be clear i like shirt dresses but there needs to be some sort of balance it cant sll be dresses i hate dresses#Dresses make me look like s church atendee#U dont understand blonde ppl have two options and its church goer karen and elle woods#And i do not want to look like church goer karen#I wish i looked like elle woods but i could not pull that off if i tried im the wrong spectrum of queer
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ANOTHER TPOH POLL SORRY OKAY
heyyy so we're getting down to designing the stretch goal art, and I have done a TV head RGB for the magnets! but we also want a design for sew on patches aaaand idk which one to do lmao help me
... disregard my typos IT'S THE MORNING. OKAY
#keeping it to three so we don't get too crazy#also they are The main chars tbh so#sorry Click stans you have to wait for another day#TPoH#TPoH kickstarter#aughhguh sorry the prep is killin me and I'm indecisive#... vanillia....#and sew one#WHY CAN YOU NOT EDIT SPELLING IM DYING HERE
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successfully took in the waistband of my own tailored pants using the like. correct methods and stuff and im v v proud of myself
#its absolutely bonkers and amazing how well i can sew when im able to put the time and concentration#too bad my adhd nukes me every third time the sewing machine comes out JSJWJWJWJJW#they fit wonderfully now and the result looks really good too!!!#i woke up an hour ago and my first order of the day was for some reason to fix my pants before i ate breakfast#these days off for mental and physical well being are always used to painfully random LMAO#also woke up is an exxagaration (im not spell checking that) i woke up hours ago but didnt get UP til now#nohr.txt#also for the record i am Not planning to use the pants anytime soon#so WHY they needed to be fixed NOW? whos to sau
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Do you consider any of the non protagonist yakuza girls well writen?
I think none of them had rights
#Thanks for the ask !#like you have to actively like girls to notice them theyre inconsequential#also who is this why are you sewing discorse in my inbox#i spelled discourse wrong. my mom ordered the dog trainers to train ollie right now because he is insane and hes eating soo many treats#not because hes a good boy but because they are tossing that shit at him#they were literally almost there with yasuko#i thought her story was so fucking interesting ...#like its really not a fault of the girls they are all pretty good characters in their own right#like we have a variety of them too. we had miss tatsu who was out there turning guys inside out but she randomly had to go get kidnapped in#order to complete kiryus training arc. like how funny would it be for the whole thing to be staged and miss tatsus like Lol good job kiryu#for passing my test. oh this guy ? yeah he did get the better of me but i kicked the shit out of him then roped him into my schemes. dont#you think practical application is more effective than training ? anyway theres nothing more i can teach you but you can come train whenevr#we didnt even get an in game appearance for yuko but apparently she was a massive troll but too cute to get into any real trouble#mirei was. . . i literally said ‘are you kidding me’ when they revealed what happened to her like seriously ? is this real ? they did#that ? like literally she should have been living it up in cahoots with katsuya and being so sexy and divorced forever. she should have#faked her death because every single parentsl figure haruka had leaves her. and god haruka like honest to god i love that she just ran off#like that i thought it was so kiryu of her to be an absent father. but also my friends have all brought up very good points which is that#haruka should NOT have gone back to morning glory like she should have stayed in ono michi with her loser girlfriend whos a boyfriend with#her new extended family and only go back every now and then to see her siblings honestly i hated that .... like girl spread your wings ..#choose where you want to roost stop going back !! just get out !!!!!! its literally okay to tell the rest of your family ‘i dont wanna wipe#your asses forever i love you guys but im out of here’. and god i .. as much as i loved y0 makoto should have left her shitassed husband#girl had a whole ass baby with him ... find someone better im sorry ..!!! like whatever i know that thst was the ‘best’ option for her and#she deserves financial stability and a rich doctor husband but she also deserves crazy sex with a girl with one eye#i think what yumi did was awesome but like. actually i have no complaints about yumi. wait no i do. kazama was a shitass for marrying her#off to that politician because he couldnt stand having a woman in his house. im now thinking of that unecessarily hot doctor from y0 wtf was#her deal. and god the unnecessarily hot cho-han lady from y5.. oh wait ako had rights. she fell in love with kiryu at first sight then got#over him which is literally the best thing a girl could do for herself. PLUS she throws molotovs and is generally awesome#i cant remember any other girl. oh yeah god reina. .. reina .... god milky though .... i think she was fantastic and i want her badly. and#yayoi fucking disappeared after a certain point in time and ran off to another city with her baby daddy and sugared him to open a bar#well its not canon but im certain thats what happened because she literally went radio silence like girl where are you ....
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✨The Fashionista✨
Rise Ramblings #234
While watching “The Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle,” I noticed something.
I found it interesting that Raph, Mikey, and Leo were content with Raph’s outfit choice until Donnie stated that he wasn’t “in love with it, ya’ know.”
Suddenly, Raph declares “I’m a disaster!” Albeit ridiculously endearing, it was a little strange to see his sudden shift from moderately content to absolute dissatisfaction. Huh…
Then, the disaster twins decide to help him out.
Take a note of their outfit choices.
Raph tries on all of these fits and more.
Donnie’s first choice is a mild “no.” Leo’s choice is a hard “NO.” (Not surprising, lol.) But then, the overwhelming consensus lands on Raph’s fourth outfit, which ended up being Donatello’s other pick for his brother.
So, in summary, Raph tried on his personal choice for an outfit, of which they rejected. Then, ultimately, Donatello picked out an outfit for his brother, and that pick ended up being perfect. Hmm…
Then I noticed something else. In this episode, we never get a Donnie “curtain reveal” moment, to our disdain. I mean, Raph, Leo, and Mikey got to try on several different outfits in order to get their brothers' opinions before landing on that “perfect outfit, you know the one.” All of his brothers got to shine. Why not DonTron?
Then it hit me.
The try-ons were to get their brothers' opinions and approval. And, for his brothers' choices, he was a major contributor in assisting them in pulling their looks together.
What if, bear with me, Donnie didn’t need the "curtain scene" because he was so confident in his fashion sense that he didn’t need to ask his brothers for help to pick out a great look.
…or they figured out how to break Hypno’s spell before he could get a “curtain reveal.” BUT STILL-
Look at his outfit choices in this episode. Some of his wardrobe changes were off-screen, but all of them were fire.
(I added the baseball cap pic because it makes me happy. I wish we'd seen more of that fit.)
To me, he makes some really smart choices for himself, pushing the envelope of what is expected and taking chances: an open collar with no tie for a “black tie” event, a beanie and spiked wristbands for their “gansta look,” no socks with loafers (a viral fashion trend that actually began in Africa) with old man slacks in his reclined pose. *muah* Chef’s kiss!
But Don’s fashion sense doesn’t just shine in this episode.
In “Reparin’ the Baron” the boys go to Draxum’s apartment. Leo and Donnie show up in some extra nice “Sunday Dinner” twin drip.
The gold is in the details. Everything Leo is wearing, Donnie rocks its compliment: for Leo’s round collar, Donnie’s is angled, for Leo’s blue shirt, Donnie’s is white, For Leo’s light slacks, Donnie’s are dark. Blah blah blah. It’s so good!
Look at the winter fit in Snow Day.
Again, Donnie is Leo’s perfect compliment. As a pair? Fire.
Donnie has “the eye.” I can go on and on with examples, but I’ve said all of that to say this…
In the future, we see that Donatello’s technology had major pull in the resistance. He had drone ships patrolling the skies. He built and designed Leo’s arm, Casey’s chainsaw-hockey stick, and Casey's mask. The list goes on…
But, when Donatello from the past see’s Casey’s clothing from the future, he says this:
We know about the “Genius Built” brand. We’ve seen that logo on all of his tech up to this point. But, here he didn’t just say “Genius Built.” He said, “Genius Built Apparel.”
“Apparel” is not a tech brand. “Apparel” is a fashion brand. Of course, tech is incorporated into the clothing, but still.
This means that past Donatello secured this trademark with plans of creating a fashion brand, comparable to the likes of Gucci, Ralph Lauren, or any other modern clothing brand, as a subsidiary of “Genius Built,” the tech company.
And why not? The evidence has been in front of us this entire time. He has a sharp eye for style, fashion, and trends. It is easily canon that he can sew. Splinter sewed their ninja garbs in “Insane in the Mama Train,” and there is a sewing machine in the house.
They already learned Ninjutsu through basically osmosis, so learning to sew is not too far-fetched.
And here it is, right in front of us, Casey’s entire ensemble, from mask, to weapons, to clothing, was made by Donatello in the middle of the apocalypse under the brand name “Genius Built Apparel.”
And that was just in the bad future. Resources were limited, they didn’t have access to much of anything in that broken world as they were survivors of a devastating Krang invasion. Yet, he created all of this.
However, now that they’ve changed the future, his future as a fashion designer is limitless. Think of what Donatello could produce with unlimited resources, unlimited technology, and unlimited creative freedom.
Tech genius. Clothing designer. Fashionista. Future Genius Built Apparel Owner and CEO. I’m sorry, but I have to call it...
Donatello Hamato of the present, of the bad future, and of the good future is a fashion icon, the likes of which the world has never seen. ○○○○
Update: I've decided to make this concept into a mini-comic series!
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Minors DNI - 18+ - Explicit Sexual Content - 4,6k words Attention: Mentions of fictional Witchcraft and Voodoo (I know this is a very sensitive topic, which is why I threaded very vaguely and lightly. I mean absolutely NO disrespect to either of those spiritualities)
Master of Puppets
You paced nervously through your room. The clock ticked the safe seconds away, the seconds Alastor where wasn't here. The seconds where Alastor didn't know.
He liked you, of course. At least enough to experiment with you, that much you could say with confidence. He had shown interest in the little witch inventor that joined the hotel, sharing the same proficiency in magic as himself. Although, unlike him, you had been an eclectic witch in your lifetime, and used more traditional western magic, whereas Alastor wasn't familiar with that, relying fully on voodoo practices he learned from the women of his family. So, you taught him and he taught you, and over the shared hours of lessons, discussions and practices, things got more and more... handsy. Until one day even the last gap between you was closed, and before both of you knew it you were sharing a bed more often than a book on sigils or rituals.
It was a mutual thing. You were insanely attracted to him, and he liked you well enough to indulge in activities he'd normally frown upon. Which made you feel special - It didn't soothe the nerves though, as you fumbled around with the little objects in the black carved box, making sure everything was perfect, before hastily slamming it shut when you heard knocks on the door.
"Yes?" you said, as if you hadn't been expecting him, as if your heart wasn't trying to leap out of your chest.
"Darling, it's me! May I come in?" you heard him say, and the door opening before you could answer. "I hope I'm not too early."
You turned around, giving him a shy smile after glancing at the clock on the wall. "You're right on time, as always."
"Punctuality is one of the only virtues I try uphold." He took a few steps towards you. "Is everything alright? You look nervous."
"Do I? It's... Nothing. I just have... I'm excited for something to show to you."
"Really?" He was intrigued, leaning in a little. "Well, now I'm curious. Is it the skinning spell you've been working on? I might have some test subjects in mind, if you are already finished."
You cleared your throat, feeling your heart beating painfully in your chest. "Not quite. I made something new, though."
"Oh?" he said, tilting his head to the side. "What is it?"
You fidgeted, not knowing how to start, how to ease him into it. He was a man that didn't appreciate if one beat around the bush, so better to rip the band-aid off in one violent, leap-of-faith-kind of way. You went to the black box, fingers trembling as you lifted the golden hatch, and before you could change your mind and call the whole thing off you scooped the small voodoo dolls out and held them out to him.
"I made these. For you... Us."
He was taken aback for a moment, not saying anything as he stared at the two little cloth figures, then down at you. They were intricately made replicas of you both, you had spent hours and hours sewing them, even going so far as to design and make identical outfits for them. He took both of them out of your hands, turning them slowly in his own, examining them with a frighteningly unreadable look.
"So you solely tried your hands on my profession I see. Why?" his eyes were boring into you, the smile on his face tight and tense, and you had to fight yourself not to stutter.
"I-I figured..." You swallowed hard. "I thought it could help us to... to be closer. More connected, in a way. And I thought you would like to... try this."
He blinked slowly, and the grin he wore stretched a bit further, the static getting louder in your ears. You were starting to think he didn't like it. You were starting to regret this.
"It is an unusual gift." His voice was calm, laced with a hint of curiosity, but you still couldn't relax. "Quite a surprise, too."
"Is that good or bad?" you asked, and he chuckled softly.
"I don't know, darling. That depends on how it will be used." He holds up your miniature, his brows raised expectantly. "Tell me how it works."
"Uh... Well, it's more of a mix between your and my magic. T-they have some of my spells sewn into them, and then I enchanted them on your altar. All that's left to do is to tie a hair around the neck of it and offer a drop of blood, and... we will be able to feel anything that's done to the doll."
"Feel?" He cocked his head to the side, eyes gleaming with dark excitement.
"Anything." Your throat was dry, the words almost catching there.
"That sounds positively delightful."
Your heart did a flip in your chest as his voice lowered into a purr, his eyes fixed on the tiny you, the static rising around him. He was captivated, but also suspicious, and that didn't make your anxiety lessen one bit. More so as he found the red stain on your dolls chest and the shimmer of a hair around its neck. Your version of a peace offering.
"It seems this little thing is already prepared and ready to use, isn't it, dearest?" he hummed, looking at you, the smile stretching wide and showing his sharp teeth.
"Yes... if you wanted to... see how it worked first. To decide whether you want to give it a try."
He laughed, and the sound made you shiver. There was no humor in it, but sheer anticipation. Hunger. "Well then. Better not waste such a generous opportunity."
He sat his own replica down on the nightstand next to your bed, and settled down on the mattress, patting the spot next to him for you to join. You did, sitting as stiff as a board, your eyes trained on him as he looked down at your little doll. He seemed to contemplate for a moment, before running his fingers across the doll's body, and you gasped.
All your hard work evidently payed off - The touch felt eerily real. Warm, like the heat of his hands was spreading all over you, a soft caress up the middle of your stomach, a tickle around your waist. His fingertips traveled upward, pressing softly against your chest, and your breath stocked in your lungs.
"You've really outdone yourself with this one darling. So receptive..." Alastor's smile widened into a full grin, and the fact that he didn't need to touch your skin to see the blush creeping across your cheeks was one detail he seemed to particularly enjoy. The rough feeling of his claws grating against you was replaced with the hot touch of phantom lips, pressing gently against your neck as he pulled the small shirt collar aside, his tongue licking across the doll's shoulder.
The sensation almost felt out of place in comparison, making you fall onto your back with a gasp, into the soft covers of your bed, unable to maintain any sort of composure. Instead of feather light touches, his mouth felt way heavier on your skin than it should. Warm, wet... As he scraped his teeth along the little doll's neck, a low moan slipped between your lips.
"And what attention to details. It's almost a shame to ruin your hard work, but oh well."
His eyes stayed on you as he hooked a fingertip under the dolls garments, cutting it clean off of it, and even though yours stayed fully intact - what you were feeling was a whole different story. Your eyes betrayed you: Even fully clothed you felt the cool air of your room on your skin, you felt exposed, bare and utterly vulnerable. It made your skin break out in goosebumps and your lips part in an unstifled sound of arousal.
"Gorgeous, darling... Absolutely wonderful. A truly masterful piece of magic." The tone of his voice was tingling all over you, a mixture of warm affection and dark cravings. You had never been one to enjoy being praised by a man, but it made you close your eyes and squirm with absolute and desperate need when it came from Alastor. Mouth already open to say something, the words died in your throat, replaced by a high whine when you felt a wet sensation traveling over your stomach down to the inside of your thighs. Your eyes snapped open, finding Alastor's again, his irises practically glowing and locked on you as he ran his tongue all the way across the small body. Teasing. Playing. He narrowed his eyes and traced every curve with the same meticulous patience you knew him for, the sensation sending shocks of excitement and adrenaline through you as it circled the dolls skin, drawing closer and closer to the most intimate parts, until there was nowhere else to trail, nowhere else for it to run to. He stopped, leaving you flushed and panting and shattered next to him on the bed.
"My, my, sweetheart..." he cooed, poking the little doll in his hands into it's side with the softest touch, making you jerk into his side. "At this rate, this seems more like a gift for you than for me."
The blush on your face deepened and you averted your eyes. "...You're probably not wrong."
"No, I'd say I am absolutely right," he chuckled, shifting closer and tracing a hand up your body and to your throat in a smooth motion, and your body arched into the touch with the ease of a moth to flame. For a moment, he didn't move, resting his claws wrapped around your neck, his fingertips heavy on your skin. He seemed to weight his options, deciding on how to proceed. Finally, he leaned into you, bringing his lips closer to yours and when he spoke it was barely a whisper.
"I'll trust you to rectify this circumstance then."
Your eyes widened when he stood up, gently placing your doll down and switching its place with his own. You sat up, watching how he carefully plucked a hair from his head, wrapping it tightly around the neck of his miniature alter ego. It looked almost sinfully elegant and downright seductive, how his long fingers tied it tightly, before he turned back to you, his grin splitting his face in half. There was something in his expression you haven't seen before - hesitancy. It was only a second, but you still held your breath as it passed, and he chuckled as he bit his lip, dark, almost black blood dripping onto the chest of the doll in his hands.
"A rare occasion for me to spill blood. I hope you'll make it worth it."
You swallowed heavily and he grinned, reaching for your hand and gently putting the doll on your palm, giving you a stern, commanding look. "My turn."
You nodded as he settled himself on your bed, now stretching himself fully on the mattress. Lifting your other hand you carefully laid one finger on top of his dolls' throat, before drawing your fingers across and down, over its chest and its sides, making his form shiver and his ears twitch. As you undid the small coat and shirt, dragging your nail gently over the dolls abdomen, Alastor gave a resounding, pleased sigh. You stared at him in wonder of your own work, silently asking yourself if your touches on the fabric in your hands felt as intensified as his did on yours before.
With a spark of nervous excitement you followed a whim of insanity, a quick glance confirming Alastor had his eyes closed. He had never before allowed you to touch his ears - now, their artificial counterparts were at your fingertips, and with a racing heart, you drew a stroke from the base of his ear right across its entire length, all the way until the fine point. A loud, drawn-out groan filled the room and your cheeks burnt crimson when his back arched and his hands twitched towards you, the knuckles white as he clenched them into fists, a tremor going through his shoulders. The groan ended in a long whine, the eyes snapping open and locking right into yours, and your breath hitched as you saw the smoldering embers. His grin grew tighter, strained, and he inhaled deeply through his nostrils, and the intensity of his gaze made your stomach drop, your whole body feeling exposed and naked despite still being fully dressed.
"Testy little thing. Always going for most dangerous experiments..." He shook his head as he exhaled slowly, his breath ragged and labored and in the soft illumination of your bedside lamp his neck was dusted a light pink. You marveled for a second, mesmerized. That was, until his tone dropped an octave, making your body snap back to attention, your nipples hardening painfully beneath your clothes. "How about another then, darling. You do that again..." His shadow tendrils shot out from nowhere, wrapping around your waist and thighs and lifting you over his face as you yelped and almost let the doll slip from your hands, the hem of your skirt pushed aside and heated core right above his watering mouth. "...while I do this."
With no time left for a reply, you felt your flimsy panties flicked aside and your body lowered onto his waiting tongue, all thought replaced by a sudden wave of blinding ecstasy. There was something truly addicting about the heat and hunger of his lips, the way they locked around your clit and sucked you down in the best form of torturous pain like life depended on it, his nails digging into your hips with force, while your brain was practically erasing every input but the burning sensation below. The doll in your hands, pressed to your heaving chest, was long forgotten as your head fell back and each swipe of his cursed appendix sent a shockwave through your spine. You groaned, you whimpered, and Alastor could taste the waves of delicious agony on his tongue. When he withdrew, the loss of his wet heat and the chill of the cool air against your slick folds made you almost break out in tears.
"Focus, dearest, on the task I gave you. Or do I have to repeat myself?"
The growl in his voice snapped you out of it and made you take a shaky breath before you finally composed yourself. Your fingers trembled as they grazed the tips of the dolls ears again, your movements almost trance like as your whole body yearned for it to return onto his lips. Alastor's brows furrowed, lips pursed for a second as you drew a slow, sensual line up the miniatures length, stopping and softly kneading at the pointed tip.
"Good girl." he murmured, voice breathy, and for a second you could have sworn you saw his eye twitch, though his grin stayed firmly plastered onto his face. His words sent an instantaneous warmth pooling in your lower stomach, and your chest fluttered as you tried to swallow down the intense elation that shot through your veins at those words - the same words Alastor used when you mastered one of his magical exercises, and although the praise was always flattering, in this context it felt downright lewd and utterly divine to be called that. When your hand lowered a bit, massaging the base of the dolls ears, Alastor's noises became low growls and deep purrs around the wet skin his lips devoured. The black vines on your waist and legs tightened their grip as well, pushing you deeper down onto his mouth.
You hadn't even registered what happened, but with a snap your top was ripped in the front, the clasp of your bra followed, and the familiar humming sound of his static made you squeal in surprise when his voice was suddenly much louder, his tongue shoved into you as far as he could go and his shadows ripping your clothes off at lightning speed. With both hands stroking, massaging and pulling the dolls ears now, the pure pleasure hitting you was almost too much, but as much as your hands ached for the real thing, to run your nails over the red fluff and trace the soft curves and edges of the dark antlers growing on the sides of his head, all you could do was imagine, with all your fingers on the dolls soft material instead and moving furiously up and down its head, to do exactly the same thing.
Alastor growled underneath you, the sound deep and rumbling, sending vibrations through your trembling thighs and against your sensitive skin, and it sounded so much more desperate and disoriented than you had ever heard from him before. Had you been looking down, had you been able to see anything beyond the mind-shattering pleasure, the wide blown pupils and the unfocused gaze in the glowing red irises, you might have wondered why that was - Alastor's control was slipping, and his smile finally was showing that.
In an instant your body was turned and placed on your back, your limbs shaking in the grip of his shadows and body utterly at the mercy of the tall red man leaning over you and undoing his bow tie with the rapidity and precision of a professional magician. His hair had gotten a little ruffled in the process, and his red shirt hung open and wrinkled against his skin.
"A compelling exercise indeed, my dear." he spoke, the rasp in his tone and the ragged breath accentuating his words. With a swift movement his jacket joined the shirt and harness that already had been thrown onto the floor somewhere, and then the shadows were back and prodding against the soaked cloth, the only thing left around your hips. They snuck into every slit they could find, exposing more and more of you, while their owner's gaze hungrily devoured every bit of exposed skin. The stretchable fabric made for easy work, but you had the distinct feeling they wouldn't have needed it at all as the shadows literally dissolved every thread they encountered. Alastor reached for your replica again, seemingly collecting himself and catching his breath.
"You are quite talented, and it'll be a joy to discover what other marvels your mind can come up with." His claw dragged down over the dolls' hips, one set of real, the other set of simulated hands following it a millisecond after, right along your bare and barer sides, sending waves of anticipation down the inside of your thighs. In an instant, two very corporeal, long fingers were back between your folds, knuckle deep into your seeping core, and Alastor chuckled lowly at your surprised whine, the smug and devious purr rumbling in his chest as he took note of every twitch your body made to the tune of his strokes. "But I think it's about time to return the favor though, don't you agree?"
Still stroking that sweet spot inside of you with his fingers, the hand that held your puppet glowed in bright green, and in between your moans and pants your wide eyes can't tear themselves from the strange symbols that appear around it, swirling and sparkling. You've seen Alastor perform magic countless of times, have watched and marveled at every spell he cast and his flair for the dramatic was only matched by the elegance of his every motion. But this? This was something else. The nonchalance with which his fingers pumped in and out of you, working meticulously, tactically, teasing you and working you into a mess with such a proficiency while he traced symbols with his free hand and the script, the raw power of it, the surge you could feel radiating from him, all that and his unflinching composure drove you mad with both desire and fascination.
The light and the symbols faded, and in his hands - the puppet, similar yet not quite. It felt off, almost lifelike, the fabric more skin-like, and with a gasp, you saw..
"Let me now see, if my own little contribution can be counted as an improvement, my little witch."
If someone asked you later on what had actually happened, you couldn't have said a single word - it was too salacious, too outrageous, too much outside of what you had ever expected from Alastor. How could you ever recount the way he pulled his throbbing cock out with his free hand - thick, dripping with precum and inhumanly beautiful. How his fingers were guiding your tiny copy to align with its tip, while he never left your eyes, smile almost manic.
He made holes. And seconds later, when he slowly pushed the doll onto his length, with his fingers still buried deep inside you, you knew that they worked. Oh, and how they worked.
"Oh m-my... god..."
It was heaven and hell. Bliss and torture, the feeling abhorrently delicious. The magical connection allowed every ridge, vein and vibration of his cock to transfer perfectly through the dolls body to you, making you shudder and keen at the intensity, the sheer tightness, and simultaneously Alastor groaned - a broken, rugged sound, loud enough to make you glance up with misty eyes from your debauched position. Your insides clenched hard around his fingers and the ghost of his cock, your toes curling as you whimpered, a picture perfect representation of how utterly sinful he looked with his dark lashes resting on his red cheeks, eyes shut and the mouth agape as his chest was rising and falling, breaths coming hard and labored.
He noticed your raptured gaze, looking down at you through hooded eyes, his smile positively obscene.
"Mh, I like the way you pray on me instead of one of your silly deities, darling. But you can call me Alastor."
And oh, how it felt, when his hand closed tightly around the little voodoo doll that was stuffed so full of him. You arched your back and writhed against the firm hold the tentacles had on you, pressing your knees against the pillows as he pulled his drenched fingers out of you, bringing them up to his face to lick them clean. He groaned at the taste, closing his eyes and making an effort to concentrate, his control crumbling in tiny pebbles around you, and his hips started to snap, sheathing the miniature you further on his cock, thrusting in increasingly fast paced movements. A string of whimpers escaped you, his name spilling throughout them like a mantra, as you were unable to do much more but twitch, shake and tremble as his ministrations came faster, harder, and Alastor let his head fall back, baring his neck and swallowing.
"You're so-" He groaned, squeezing your dolls body, forcing it closer against him and sliding it off and back on at an excruciatingly slow pace, your moans climbing and escalating with every inch that moved through the magic veil and in and around your sopping center. "-goddamn perfect, perfectly made for me." Your body didn't know how to react anymore, you stuttered incoherently, everything full with his praise, with this cock that wasn't there but was, the heat that shouldn't have been possible to fill you but did. You felt every bit of skin and fur and sweat and the realization only dawned on you when it was already too late: That you were about to come harder than you ever did, and that Alastor was losing his mind just from watching your reactions to his assault on your doll.
"S-So tight and needy. What a perfect... little... toy you are." If they were meant for you below him or the doll in his hands - you didn't know. But the panted words and almost dirty, explicit praise spilled from his lips in a flurry, every syllable seemed strangely calculated, aimed like a dart straight into you and tearing down all defenses as your pussy twitched helplessly around the sensation of being stretched and fucked open on the image of his cock. When he chuckled and sank your doll to the base, grinding your little figure against him so the head of his cock poked and prodded you where it had never reached before, you all but screamed his name as you came, and your pathetic cries pulled a harsh string of groans and grunts out of the demon towering over you, his breathless cursing and rambled obscenities underlined by the vicious snaps of his hips as he used your simulacrum like a glorified sex toy. His nails pierced the outer layer of the doll as your walls constricted and contracted around the thick nothing as he finished you and himself off into the realm of oblivion.
Everything went white for a moment and when your senses returned, Alastor was carefully cradling you into his arms, the little replica sitting next to his own on your bedside table, their heads almost tenderly leaning on each other. He was gently raking his claws through your damp, disheveled hair, placing little kisses down the back of your neck and on the thin skin behind your ears as he mumbled silent praises against your skin. He kissed along your jaw, gentle as anything, a soft thumb grazing along your lips, cheeks and your temple as he traced the lines of your features until he found the pulse on your neck. The cold touch of his lips was a nice contrast to the hot breath, and you moaned softly at his affectionate gesture.
"It's never a disappointment with you, love, quite the contrary." He hummed, scraping his sharp teeth almost teasingly along the crook of your neck before kissing it, covering your skin with static electricity. "What a marvelous surprise you prepared for me, my dear, truly magical." His lips pressed into yours in a rare kiss, and you leaned back into his naked embrace and smiled, the giddy feeling of accomplishment spreading in your belly and mixing in beautifully with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
"I'm glad... you liked it."
"Oh, that is hardly the phrase I would use," Alastor chuckled as he pulled back, making you blush as his red iris glowed dangerously. "But you, my dear, will have a little work to do, seeing as I'm positively spoiled after this gift. You have no idea of the things I'm thinking about, all the possibilities of what we can accomplish if we put both our minds – and magic - to it."
Alastor pulled you into a tight embrace, rubbing his chin and cheeks across your scalp and shoulders, coating you with a generous amount of his scent as if to mark you before pulling the blankets up and covering the two of you as his arms locked around you possessively, letting you settle against his chest as he hummed a melody you didn't know. But you knew him well enough to know that it was a clear sign of him being absolutely pleased and content.
You smiled, his good mood infectious, and as you glanced to the two dolls that sat together like a matching pair, stripped of their clothes and as close together as you and the real demon were now under the sheets, it made you feel like the cat that ate the canary. The cat had been fed by Alastor, sure. But he had also had his fill and then some, and really... that was all that mattered to you.
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Where Is It?
Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: Y/N gets tired of Logan asking where things are
Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: Inspired by a scene from The King of Queens, this is my first Logan Sargeant Fanfic
Logan has been dating his girlfriend, Y/N, since his Formula 2 days, he has been living with Y/N since he started Formula 1, moved into her apartment, and yet Logan keeps asking where things are. At first it was fine but it started getting out of hand.
1st Week Living Together
Logan wanted to make Y/N breakfast but he didn't know where anything was. He didn't want to mess anything up so he went into the living room.
"Baby, where's the waffle iron?" Logan asked. Y/N looked at him
"Oh, it's in the pantry, here." Y/N got off the couch, walked into the kitchen, and opened the pantry. "So i keep the pancake mix on this shelf next to the syrup, the waffle iron is in this drawer along the base of the blenders if you wanted to make yourself a smoothie. The blenders should be on this shelf, okay." Y/N said, pointing to everything, showing Logan where everything was.
"Okay, thank you, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Logan said.
"Aw, thank you, mi principe." Y/N said, kissing his cheek.
2nd Week
Logan was tryng to open a package but he couldn't find scissors.
"Honey, where are the scissors?" Logan shouted from the living room.
"Check the cupboard in the living room! should be in the drawer next to my sewing machine!" Y/N yelled from their bedroom.
"Thank you!" Logan shouted when he found them and opened his package.
6 Months
Logan came back from his morning run (I’m guessing) and he wanted to make a smoothie. He took a quick shower and entered the kitchen where he slaw Y/N making herself eggs. Logan kissed her and started pulling out the protein powder, frozen fruits, milk, but he was missing something.
“Babe, where’s the blender?” Logan asked, Y/N flipped her egg, and turned around to look at Logan.
“Where do you think it is, principe?” Y/N asked.
“I have no idea, that’s why I’m asking you.” Logan said, Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled it out for him. “Here you go.” Y/N said, going back to the stove to serve the egg on her plate.
Present Day
Y/N was in the dining room, using the table to make a custom corset that someone ordered from her. When she finished pinning the pattern to the fabric, she got out her fabric scissors to cut it when Logan came in.
“Honey, where are the…? Oh, can I use the scissors when you’re done?” Logan asked.
“No! These are my fabric scissors, use the other ones.” Y/N said.
“That’s what I came here for, to ask you where the scissors are.” Logan said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.
“No puede ser, we have been living together for 1 and a half and you still don’t know where the scissors are?” Y/N asked. Logan shook his head. “The scissors are in the same place they have always been, I have never moved it once, and yet you keep asking me where they are. Not to mention the blender, the waffle iron, the pens, your keys. I’ll tell you what, cariño, I have been a tour guide in my own apartment long enough. Too many precious moments have been wasted showing you where things are, just learn! Learn! Or at least actually look for them before you ask me. I mean, what if I was on vacation? How would you make your protein smoothies? How would you make waffles? How you cut anything ever again? Would you just sit here weeping and soiling yourself until somebody came in to help you. No you wouldn’t, you would *gasp* remember where something is. Now, just this once, find where the scissors are, come on, I know you can do it, you’re a smart boy, Amor.”
“I’m not a golden retriever, Y/N.” Logan said.
“TikTok disagrees. Now again, where are the scissors?” Y/N said. Logan stopped for a second, trying to remember where Y/N said they were before. He walked into the living room and Y/N followed behind him observing. “Well, you’re on the right room” Logan nodded, he was off to a great start. He walked to the cupboard and opened a drawer.
“I got ‘em.” Logan said, showing Y/N the scissors.
“You got ‘em. That wasn’t so hard, right, mi vida?” Y/N asked him.
“Not really, no.” Logan responded.
“Good boy.” Y/N walked into the dining room to cut the fabric and Logan followed her. As Y/N was cutting the fabric, she felt Logan staring at her. “What do you need now, Logan?”
“Tape.” Logan responded,
“Oh que la…” Y/N said rubbing her temples. “Just look for them.” Y/N responded as calmly as she can. Logan left and she continues to cut the fabric. When he finished cutting out the pieces, Logan came back with tape in his hands. “Finally!”
“I’m sorry that I keep asking you where things are.” Logan said.
“I accept your apology. Now leave me alone for the next few hours, I gotta sew this together.” Y/N said,
“You got it.” Logan said, kissing Y/N before going to their bedroom.
The End
Hope y’all liked it, let me know if you want more! @r0nnsblog @charli123456789
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Heya 👋 I enjoy reading your headcanons, and I love your prompts… could you write the ladies for #5 Tav fainting from a hidden injury?
Tav Faints Due to Hidden Injury
Hey! I always enjoy reading yours as well! Feel free to use any of those prompts as I’d love to see your take on them.
I probably won’t do anything more injury prompts for a while; there’s only so many ways I can hurt poor Tav.
Here’s prompt #5 for Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, and Minthara.
On the way into Baldur’s Gate, while all of your companions watch the lands free themselves of the shadow curse, you manage to walk carelessly into a broken cart handle. You’re no healer, but you know Shadowheart is going to have a thing or two to say if you ask her to patch it up. You decide it doesn’t look that bad, and patch it up yourself. It’s an exciting day, finally arriving in the city. Why bring down the mood with a fresh gash in the side?
Shadowheart
The two of you are taking a short walk to familiarize yourselves with the new camp at Wrym’s Lookout.
You had been trying to keep your cool, but as you climbed up ladders and dodged rumble, you felt the ache in your side start to grow.
You stop and lean against a beam for support, clutching your side and breathing heavily.
“Are you alright, love?” Shadowheart asks tenderly, approaching you slowly before you quickly collapse on the ground.
She rushes over, trying and failing to catch you. She rolls you over on your back, lifting your shirt.
She sees the makeshift bandages you’ve wrapped yourself in and carefully slices away at them with her dagger.
She flinches, seeing the deep gash in your skin. Luckily, you just happen to be in love with one of the best clerics around. A cure wounds spell patches you right up.
You wake up almost immediately to a very unhappy looking Shadowheart.
“Care to explain the massive laceration I just found under your shirt?” She quips. “Or, are we just withholding such information with one another these days.”
“You’re one to talk about withholding information,” you attempt to joke.
She does not laugh. “So I suppose you’ve just forgotten how you acquired such a wound?”
You sighed. “It was on the bridge on the way over. I-I impaled myself with a piece of wood.”
She hits the back of your head with the back of her hand. “Ow!” You shout.
“It would’ve taken me two seconds to heal that wound up fresh. Now you’ve probably got a variety of different diseases swimming around from how poorly you packed it.”
She reaches out a hand to help you to your feet. “Let’s go,” she says. “I’m going to teach you how to properly wrap a wound.”
Lae’zel
You and Lae’zel walk alongside the city walls, just outside the city. Looking for clear signs of damage from the Netherbrain.
She comments a few times on how you are moving slower than usual. “We cannot afford to be so sluggish in the days to come,” she tells you.
It isn’t until you fade paler than Vlaakith herself that she notices something is seriously wrong. You fall to the ground before she can think to catch you.
She notices blood beginning to speckle your undershirt. “Tsk’va!” She curses, cutting away the fabric entirely.
You’re too far from camp and losing too much blood for her to get you back in time. She’s going to have to deal with this herself.
But she couldn’t tell you the first thing about closing a wound.
Hair. She remembers a ghustil sewing her up with a strand of her own hair. She plucks a hair from your head and gets to work.
You wake up halfway through the delicate operation, half crying from the pain of the repeated rough stabbing of your already tender wound.
“Silence!” She shouts, lazer focused on the task at hand. It doesn’t take a psionic tadpole connection to tell that she is angry.
When she’s finally finished, the wound looks… unpleasant to put it mildly. But it should be enough to get you back to camp.
“I didn’t think I needed to explain to you the stupidity of hiding grave afflictions,” she spits.
You open your mouth to apologize, but she cuts you off. “I will not hear apologies, only promises that it will not happen again.”
Karlach
Growing up on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate, Karlach is all too excited to revisit some of her favorite places with you.
Her excitement makes for an easy distraction. She is so focused on her surroundings she doesn’t notice the way you grind your teeth together in pain.
“Hey Soldier, check this out,” she shouts excitedly, walking back towards you with some cool plants she found.
You try to smile, but whiteness clouds your vision as you fall to the ground. She drops the plant and runs to hold you up.
“Soldier? You know you’re not supposed to go and pass out on me. I don’t know how to…”
Panic starts to rise in her chest and she lays you gently on the ground. “Alright Karlach, you got this,” she assures herself.
She lifts the base of your shirt, starting to panic again when she sees the blood soaked bandages.
She gingerly removes them revealing the nasty gash underneath. “Oh boy, you really did a number on yourself,” she says.
She looks around, trying to find absolutely anything that could close the wound. She didn’t know any spells, nor did she know anything about sutures.
She sighed. She had an idea, but she didn’t like it. “Okay soldier, I’m just gonna need you to stay asleep for a little while longer. Can you do that for me?”
Dammon had fixed up her engine so she didn’t burn so hot anymore, but she was pretty sure she could just get hot enough….
She pinched the wound together, then, with clenched teeth, she placed her other hand on top of it. She channeled all of her anger until she smelt the burning of flesh.
You jolted awake with a scream and she pulled away. The wound was now replaced with a cauterized burn.
“It worked! You’re okay!” She exclaimed, rather impressed with herself. “You are never allowed to do that to me again.”
You groan, sitting up. Your head is still spinning from pain and blood loss. You sway ever so slightly.
“Woah, slow down there soldier,” Karlach says, gently pushing you back to lie down. “Again does include right now, you know. Come on. Let’s get you back to camp.”
Minthara
You and Minthara take a stroll around the outer city, allowing her to take in a surface city for the first time.
Not far into your walk though, you begin to feel lightheaded. “Minthara I think I need to sit-“ you are cut off abruptly by your own collapse.
You fall limp onto the cobblestone on the city streets.
She is quickly down beside, cooling your face with her cool hands. It’s only then she notices the bloody bandages under your shirt.
Confused, she cuts away with them away, revealing your injury.
Her face immediately pales. The wound is mild, nothing she is incapable of handling with a simple laying of hand. But you kept this from her.
She patches the wound with a gentle touch. But her mind continues to race. Why would you not tell her? Do you not trust her? Should she trust you?
You stir awake with a whine. The pain in your side is dulled, and you’re able to sit up with relative ease.
Minthara stares harshly back at you, silently awaiting an explanation. When you don’t offer one she asks, “why have you kept this from me?” She tries to hide her hurt behind anger.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “It’s just- I knew you were excited to see the city- and it was a stupid injury anyway I just- I didn’t want to be a bother.“
She looks dissatisfied with your answer. “We do not keep such grave secrets from one another. My trust is a fragile thing.”
You sigh, defeated. “I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
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So here's a scenario.
S/O is a confident, kind and relaxed person who seems like they can do everything perfectly . But one day the skeleton found out S/O were talking on the phone, responding with only "yes, yes... I know, I'm sorry I'm not good enough ...yes..." while tears falling quietly. Turn out it was S/O's family, always think S/O are not good enough and tell S/O as such, didn't care they hurt S/O's feelings. This is why S/O do everything perfectly, to reach up their family's expectations, and they gain confidence from it, but still feel they are trash when be told it's not good enough by family.
How would Sans, Red, Bear and Syrup react to this situation?
Thank you so much for being so patient with me! I’ve found that I struggled way too much with this for a while, however I don’t give up quickly. I hope it was worth the wait!
Red: UF Sans
Bear: HT Sans
Syrup: US Papyrus
Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨
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Sans: When Sans found out what your parents were like, Sans was speechless. It pains him, knowing that your family treats you like that. He could never phantom being anything but supportive towards his younger brother and Papyrus doing the same for him.
It’s not his business to meddle into your family affairs, so he won’t try to intervene or scold your parents: what good would that do? He could make it worse. No, Sans has a different idea. What kind of idea? Well, he regularly invites you to Paps and his family day/nights. Letting you join and experience this side of what family is; supportive, encouraging, and kicking butts into gear when someone’s being lazy in a caring way.
If your parents bring you down, the skelebrothers will bring you up. Showing that no, you are good enough, that you can do it, that you aren’t alone and that there’s someone standing behind you. That there is someone out there who really cares about you.
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Red: Red has always admired how you are so confident and how you work so hard. At first he just thought you did that for yourself. Red thought that sometimes you had insecurity spells that would hit you at random times which would leave you timid and a yay-sayer for a few days before returning to your old self. But then he found out what was really going on. And suddenly Red really wanted to have a little chat with your family.
How had he found out, you may be wondering. It was by pure coincidence really, Red had fallen asleep on the couch and you were calling with your parents. Red can be a light sleeper sometimes, and it so happened that it was that kind of day. Waking up to your voice, Red listened drowsily.
“Yes, I’m not good enough…”
That woke him right up. And as he continued to listen to the one sided conversation, Red didn’t need to know what your parents said to connect the dots. Oh, yes, Red was pissed. You won’t be wrong to believe that Red shortcuts next to you to snatch your phone from your hand. His words are an intimidating growl that sends shivers down even your spine despite it not being directed at you.
“sew ya fuckin’ bullshit mouth shut.” He barked, and when your parents tried to speak up again Red continued, “get lost and fuckin’ die in a ditch!” Promptly hanging up afterwards, not even waiting for a reply. Not the best choice of words to get your parents to understand how wrong they are about you and the way they treat you. But Red was too angry to really care. No one treats his mate like this, not even the parents.
Red isn’t that good at comfort, however, that doesn’t mean he’s not there for you to aggressively support you in his own way.
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Bear: If Bear had feathers, they would be ruffled right now. Bear pretty much shares Red’s sentiment: No one treats his mate like that, not even your parents.
But unlike Red, Bear isn’t one for verbal threats. When he knows you’re talking on the phone to your parents and they talk horseshit Bear will just grab the phone out of your hand - rather gently despite his anger, I might add - and quietly listens to your parents discouraging spiel for a moment. Letting them think they’re still talking to you until they realize that the loud, menacing sound of breathing on the other end of the phone isn’t you.
And when they let it show that they know it isn’t you, Bear hangs up the phone.
(For the longest time Bear didn’t speak back because he would get too angry to form words. And without noticing his breathing would get heavier and louder the longer your parents talked, also because he got angrier by the second. Now he just does it to mess with them.)
The first time this happened, your parents realized it very late. “Did you understand a thing I said?” They had huffed when you didn’t answer their rant with a timid, pliant reply. Heavy breathing was the only thing picked up by the phone. Lucky them or they had heard the grinding of Bear’s teeth as well. Your parents had called your name, unsure, and Bear only replied with his raging breaths. That’s when they knew they weren’t speaking to you anymore.
“You…You-Who are you?”
Your parents felt like they were in a horror movie, it was obvious by the hitch in their breath, by the slight quiver in their tone. It was the first time after leaving the underground and having gone through therapy that Bear felt so much satisfaction by their fear. He relished the feeling. He hung up afterwards.
Your parents have gotten quicker with realizing when it’s Bear who’s on the other end of the phone. And if you try to take back the phone, Bear won’t let you. For his slow, slurred speech and delayed ability to process things, Bear is surprisingly swift and has amazing reflexes. Whenever your parents have called, expect to be coddled and worshipped by Bear the entire day afterwards. Practically pressing you inside his ribcage if he could with his insistence on cuddles.
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Syrup: Syrup wants you to cut contact with your parents. Not that he says that out loud for you to hear of course. But he still thinks you should. He hasn’t even properly met your parents yet, yet he already doesn’t like them at all. Holds a grudge against them from the first moment Syrup overheard you talking to them on the phone.
Oh, how he just wanted to grab the device, check the number (to find blackmail on them for reasons, he wasn’t a tech person for nothing) and block it. But he didn’t. Yet.
What Syrup does do is side-eying the phone whenever they call you. Trying to listen along and interrupt them loudly when they’re about to say something mean about you. Or try to get you to hang up early by making up all kinds of excuses: Sky needs help with something, Syrup can’t find something, you have to see this, you were supposed to hang out with him today, etc.
There was one day where you were really in a bad headspace when they had called. Syrup had seen red that day. He snatched the phone out your hands and growled at the phone. “fuck off. if you can’t see what a wonderful person your child is, then-then maybe you shouldn't have become parents in the first place.” And hung up just like that, without waiting for a response. His face had been flushed orange from anger and his shoulders tense.
Expect lots of snuggles and sweet, funny memes from Syrup whenever you’re down in the dumps thanks to your parents.
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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.
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Across the Universe-ch.9 (Fenrys x Reader)
Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terrasen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.
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Is this real? Is any of it even real?
Amren....this is Amren.....well, she had a ghost body and bright light all around her but it still IS her!
"Amren!"
The hope that fluttered in y/n's chest was unimaginable. It felt so good to finally see someone from your world. Even if you do not consider that someone as a friend anymore. But...whatever it takes to leave this place. Even if a tiny part of her was refusing the idea.
Amren's eyes widened slightly as she spoke, her voice imbued with an otherworldly resonance from the magic. "Y/n! Fucking finally!"
Y/n tried coming closer but Fenrys grabbed her waist and pulled her back to his chest. She tried moving but his strong grip wouldn't budge and when she looked at his face, it showed no emotion but a warriors gaze, daring Amren to even try something.
She sighed but looked back at Amren, who was watching the interaction with an amused look, "Amren...how? I-what is going on? I mean, I have been trying to come back but so far it's not working. How did you find me? Is the Book of Breathings with you?"
The female replied while still keeping her narrowed gaze on the male behind y/n "It's a long story and I do not have much time but yes I came here after managing to break through the book's spells. Clearly not with my physical body though. We have been searching for ways to bring you back ever since you left. Azriel has been going feral, even threatened to kill Rhysand if you aren't back saf-"
"You expect me to believe that? You all lied to m-"
"There is no time for this sappy nonsense talk, girl. We can all discuss it when all of this craziness is over and you're back. There is not enough time. Listen to me, I finally found where you are so just wait a little longer and we will get to you-"
"Amren no, you don't understand. There are gates opening, evil beings are coming back and I somehow am the one who needs to be the one to close those gates and then come home and...we have to kill those evil beings an- you probably have no idea what I am talking about but listen to me, I need the Book of Breathings. How can you send it to me?"
Amren's figure started to slowly disappear "I just managed to get to you, find your location after a whole month of searching and now you are telling me that I need to find a way to send the book to you? I don't understand-"
"Months? It has only been a week here-"
Amren was almost gone now "Time is different in each world girl. Just be patient a little more. We will find a way."
"No! Amren, the gate-"
Rowan, Aelin and Manon came running into the room, a shocked expression overtaking their features when they sew what was going on.
Amren looked at them before her figure completely disappeared and all the traces of an ancient magic left the room.
Aedion looked at her and Fenrys, who was still clutching her tightly to his chest, before saying "Well, are any of you planning to explain what the fuck this was?"
Fenrys seemingly cooled down becuse the second Aedion finished talking, he silently unwrapped his arm from around her and moved back. Why was she feeling sad because of it? Get your hormones together y/n.
She cleared her throat and spoke "The female you saw, she is from my world and apparently they have been searching for me for a whole month. She said now that she knows I am here, they will try their best to get me back but I tried telling her about the gates and that I need the Book of Breathings but she...she didn't underst- anyways there wasn't enough time and....well, yes."
They looked at Fenrys to see if she was lying or not but when he just nodded in confirmation, they stared at her with varying expressions. It was Manon who spoke first, her voice sharp "Your people are coming here?"
"Well, yes....maybe? They want to get me out of here, not to cause any troubles so..relax."
Aelin just sighed before heading towards the door, followed by the other two "This was definitely not how I planned my afternoon to go."
Once everyone had left, y/n also moved towards the door when his voice stopped her "So, Azriel is going mad for you?"
She turned around to see him staring out the window, not looking at her. But if those clenched hands were any indicator, Fenrys was clearly mad.
She scoffed "Out of everything that just happened, you only care about that?"
When Fenrys remained silent, y/n sighed softly. "Don't believe it. He's probably just struggling with guilt."
With those words hanging in the air, she left the room and headed towards the royal gardens, leaving Fenrys alone with his thoughts.
Too much. This was too much for her. She just wanted to go home. To leave all this behind. Why her? Why is she even special when all her life she was told the opposite? Why can't it all stop?!
Y/n was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even realize where she ended up in the garden. It was a small, wooden gazebo that had roses of all colors covering its sides and roof. But what caught her attention the most was the blond queen sitting inside it, eyes closed and head tilted back, resting against the wood.
Seems like Aelin also was seeking a moment of peace. Best to turn around and leave-
"Don't go."
Y/n turned around to see the female in the same position with her eyes still closed. She hesitantly came closer and sat a little further away from the queen.
Aelin sighed before speaking "This place is where I find sanctuary when it all gets too much to handle."
Y/n nodded slightly as she looked towards the gardens, the birds chirping bringing her a sense of comfort, as she relaxed against the wooden pillar behind her.
"I understand you, you know. I understand how it feels to hide yourself, your secrets, from the world. To think of yourself as so unworthy, that you are doing a favor to your loved ones by hiding your true self from them."
Y/n's shock and confusion was evident on her face as she looked at her "What? I don- How?"
Did she know about the whole witch thing? Did Manon tell her?
Aelin just smirked slightly "You may seem unbreakable but even you sometimes let out your emotions through your facial expressions. And let's not talk about the obvious fact that you are in a different place surrounded by us, strangers. Of course you will feel out of place."
The winged female sighed as she just stared at the view in front of them "It is draining. I don't know what to feel or do anymore. I don't know anything."
At that, Aelin opened her eyes and looked at y/n "You know, everyone thought that I was dead until I got my throne back three years ago."
Y/n whipped her head back around and looked to her side, at the queen "What?!"
Aelin just laughed as she said "Yes! My parents and everyone I ever loved were murdered ten years ago by the King of Adarlan. Long story short, a man....Arobynn, he found me unconscious out in the open in the middle of the night and took me in. Turns out he was the King of Assasins which is why I spent the next seven years of my life under his watch, training to be the best assassin- which I did end up becoming. And all that time, I went under a false name, Celaena Sardothien, it was hilarious! no one ever knew my true identity because I would always dress in black and cover every part of my body, making it impossible for people to even tell my age."
Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. This female was not queen the whole time? What?
Aelin just continued with a sigh "But....when I was seventeen it all changed. By that point, I was tired of Arobynn. He was a paradox. He put me through the toughest fights, challenges and missions just to make me into what I am now, he would shower me with gifts, making me filthy rich at such a young age but....he wouldn't hesitate to punish me when I would 'let him down'. He lied when he said that he would let me go, he lied because he saw me as a posession. An object of which he couldn't let go. He was a paradox. A manipulator, caretaker, father, mentor, maybe even lover."
Y/n didn't know when she got closer to the queen, coming to sit right next to her as she silently said "That....I can understand it slightly....while mine wasn't showering me in gifts or training me to be an asassin he would beat me up, do unspeakable things but then he would ask for forgiveness, say its my fault, but he loves me....that he knows what's best for me."
The female beside her nodded her head, needing no explanation on what y/n just said "They may come in different forms but they are all monsters nonetheless. Arobynn indirectly killed the boy I loved and then acted devastated as I cried next to his dead, mutilated body. Then, when I tried to get my revenge, he was the one who informed the enemy and got me sent into a slave camp where I spent a whole year of my life. Dorian and Chaol? I know them because they were the ones to save me from that camp, even though we all hated each other at first. Lysandra? I know her because she was also under his control."
"That....that is horrible. I-I am so sorry I don't even know what to say....is- is he alive now?"
Aelin just gave her a small, sad smile "Don't worry, Lysandra slit his throat when he was asleep. Which was then followed by a shit ton of chaos."
Y/n smiled too, happy to know that this monster also got his deserved end.
"Did you kill yours too?"
She nodded "Yes, he wanted to clip my wings so that I never even thought of leaving him. It was also a stupid tradition. I trained myself, then opened an academy to train others so that they wouldn't go through what I did. It was quite the shock really, a female Illyrian whose wings weren't clipped, training others how to fight."
Aelin's hand on Y/n's shoulder was warm, a gesture of solidarity that spoke volumes more than words ever could. Her proud smile softened the edges of her usually fierce expression.
"You survived," Aelin said softly, her voice carrying the weight of understanding. "And you've grown stronger despite everything. That's what matters."
Y/n nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude toward Aelin. They may have come from different worlds, faced different kinds of horrors, but in that moment, their shared experience of overcoming abuse and manipulation bound them together.
Aelin squeezed her shoulder gently before withdrawing her hand. "We're stronger together," she said firmly. "And we'll make sure no one else suffers like we did."
With those words hanging in the air, Y/n felt a renewed sense of purpose. Despite the darkness of their pasts, there was hope in their shared resolve to protect others from similar fates.
When they left the gardens, they saw others on the training grounds. Fenrys and Rowan were fighting each other, half naked, while Aedion, Manon and Chaol watched from the sidelines, Aedion with his bandaged arm and Chaol with his cane by his side. Eva and Lysandra were sitting on one of the benches while the teen was pointing at the book in her hands, showing something to her. Abraxos was sleeping on the grass.
When they reached Lysandra and Eva, the latter looked up at y/n from her place on the bench “Y/n! You have to read this book! I will give it to you once I am done with it but it has the most exhilarating plot!”
Y/n smiled as she looked at the book “Oh really? Then I can’t wait for it.”
Eva grinned and hugged the book to her chest. “Trust me, you’ll be hooked from the first chapter. The characters are so well-written, and the twists are mind-blowing.”
Lysandra chuckled, shaking her head. “Eva’s been talking about that book non-stop since she started it. It’s a wonder she hasn’t finished it already.”
Eva rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, I want to savor it. It’s not every day you come across such a gem.”
Y/n laughed. “I’ll take your word for it. I’m always on the lookout for a good read.”
Aelin smiled at the small interaction before looking at Chaol with a concerned gaze, “Something happened to Yreene?”
Lysandra sighed, “Apparently. He was sparring with Fenrys when his legs began hurting. Hopefully whatever Yrene is doing with the book, she is taking precautions.”
Before anyone could say anything, Lysandra looked at y/n “Speaking of, care to explain why Fenrys is so riled up that he has been fighting nonstop for the past two hours? Aelin, you might want to check up on your birdie because he looks quite exhausted.”
Once again, before y/n could even begin to reply, she heard a familiar voice behind her say “You liar.”
Aelin and y/n both turned around to see Manon staring at y/n with fire in her eyes.
Y/n and all three females behind her were just as confused as her when she asked, “What are you talking about, Manon?”
The witch just stepped closer to her as she said, “Knew you were a deceiving snake.”
Manon’s fists were clenched, her muscles taut with readiness. “Let’s see if you can lie about this as well, y/n.”
With a sudden burst of speed, Manon lunged forward, her fist aiming straight for y/n’s face. She sidestepped the punch and retaliated with a swift jab to Manon’s ribs. The impact made Manon grunt, but she shook it off quickly, eyes blazing with determination.
Manon countered with a roundhouse kick aimed at y/n’s midsection. She blocked the kick with her forearm, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through her arm. Ignoring the pain, y/n grabbed Manon’s leg and twisted, attempting to throw her off balance. Manon, however, used the momentum to her advantage, flipping gracefully and landing on her feet.
The fight intensified as they exchanged blows with lightning speed. Manon’s fists were like hammers, each punch coming with incredible force. Y/n dodged and weaved, her movements fluid and precise. She countered with a powerful uppercut that connected with Manon’s jaw, sending her staggering back.
She closed the distance, launching a series of rapid punches aimed at Manon’s torso. Manon blocked and deflected, her reflexes sharp. She ducked under a particularly vicious swing and delivered a brutal knee strike to Y/N’s stomach.
The blow knocked the wind out of y/n, but she didn’t go down. Instead, she gritted their teeth and grabbed Manon’s arm, pulling her into a close-quarters grapple. The two struggled for dominance, muscles straining, breaths coming in ragged gasps.
In the distance, she could hear screams and shouts to stop, to just back off. Fenrys’ voice was the loudest of all.
For some reason, y/n turned around to cast him a quick glance and was met with his beyond concerned gaze. It held a mixture of anger, shock and….fear. His breaths were ragged and his hands were shaking as he slowly made his way ove-
A punch to her stomach forced her backwards and onto the ground as she looked back at Manon who just told her “Coward.”
That was it. That was the final straw. Y/n didn’t know when or how she felt it but she did. Her transformation began with a disorienting sensation, her body shifting in ways she couldn't immediately comprehend. A strange taste filled her mouth, the metallic tang of iron, as her gums contorted and stretched, forming into sharp, unforgiving iron teeth. Simultaneously, her nails extended, hardening into gleaming, steel-like claws that seemed to elongate with every passing second.
Everything else became a blur. All the gasps, all the noise, everything but Manon, who was now smirking triumphantly at her.
Y/n lunged for the witch, pinning her down with a snarl that displayed her fangs “You did it all to rile me up. It was an act wasn’t it? You planned it.”
Manon had the audacity to just smirk and shrug her shoulder while still pinned down “It worked though, didn’t it?”
“I will kill you.”
“Go ahead.”
She raised her hand, her iron nails glinting in the sun as she aimed for the queens throat but….she couldn’t do it. Something inside her refused to obey.
With a sigh, she pushed back and away from Manon and got up. Y/n felt as her body shifted back to normal, her nails and teeth disappearing once again.
Silence fell over the area like a heavy blanket, each person frozen in shock. Aelin and Eva's mouths hung open in disbelief, Lysandra's hand instinctively covering hers. Aedion and Chaol stared, their expressions a mix of bewilderment directed at her and then at Manon. Rowan's smile was faint but discernible, while Fenrys stood wide-eyed and rigid, caught between amazement and apprehension.
Aelin closed her mouth and cleared her throat before asking "You- you are an Ironteeth Witch? Why didn't you tell us?"
"Because I didn't know what I was until I came here and even if I did, I consider it a curse so why should I tell you?"
She felt Manon come and stand right beside her as she said with a harsh tone "Call us a curse one more time and see what happens. You are a witch so stop denying it."
Before y/n could reply, Eva shouted "That is so amazing! A witch with wings of her own!"
Lysandra clapped "Well done you two for putting on such a brilliant show."
Y/n sighed as Manon snickered and Aedion muttered an "I am so confused" before earning a small nod in agreement from Chaol who was still questioningly staring at y/n.
Her gaze moved towards Fenrys but he wasn't looking at her anymore. He was staring at the ground with his brows furrowed and when Rowan patted him on the shoulder, he just turned around and left.
Y/n wanted to go after him but was stopped when Aelin and everyone else just came over to her, asking questions.
Fenrys thought that throughout his long life, he had seen enough shocking things that it would take a lot to ever surprise him. Well, apparently everything is different when it comes to y/n. It's like she manages to be the exception to his every thought and feeling.
She is an Ironteeth Witch? How is that even possible, isn't she from a different world? Does her world also have Ironteeth Witches?
Earlier he was angry at....well he had no idea why he was angry. For some reason, even hearing the name Azriel made him want to punch a wall. He also didn't like or trust Amren. In fact, Fenrys didn't like y/n's whole little friend group back in her world. They lied to her, ignored her when she needed a shoulder to cry on-
And why do you care, Fenrys?
Yes, why does he care, exactly? Y/n is only here temporarily. Once they solve the problem, she will go back to her home world and they will never see each other again so why does even the thought of that bother him so much?
Why does the thought of her going back to those liars that call themselves her family make him frustrated?
And worst of all, why does the thought of her going back to Azriel's arms make him want to rip out heads?
For the past hour, she couldn't find Fenrys anywhere and by the time y/n made it to her room, she was too exhausted to even think about anything but sleep. So, she collapsed on the bed and slept her exhaustion of the last few days away.
Four hours later, y/n stood in front of her mirror, assesing her look before dinner.
Thanks to Isolde, her neck was completely healed and looking as smooth as ever. This, of course, meant that she didn't need to wear a turtleneck anymore which is why she chose this simple yet still eye catching dress.
The dress she chose was a masterpiece of delicate craftsmanship, tailored to accentuate her figure in all the right places. Made from a flowing fabric that shimmered with every movement, it draped elegantly over her curves. The neckline was designed to draw attention to her healed neck, framing it gracefully while also accentuating her chest. Intricate embroidery adorned the sleeves and hem, adding a touch of detailed beauty to its otherwise understated elegance. The color, a soft shade of lavender, complemented her complexion, enhancing her natural radiance. Paired with subtle yet tasteful accessories, the dress completed a look that exuded both sophistication and effortless charm.
Not bad, y/n, not bad at all.
With a final look at herself, she opened her door to-
Fenrys was here, leaving his room as well.
Their eyes locked, holding a silent conversation of their own as they appraised each other's appearance. Fenrys stood tall, his hair styled in a casual half bun that allowed strands of golden hair to cascade over his broad shoulders. His attire was both practical and stylish—a crisp white tunic formed the foundation, complemented by a deep forest green vest that added a touch of color and structure. Dark brown pants, tucked neatly into knee-high boots, completed the ensemble, emphasizing the sturdy and agile nature of his build.
Despite the layers of clothing, Fenrys's physique was unmistakable—rippling muscles hinted at strength honed through rigorous training and battles fought. The tunic's sleeves hinted at the definition of his arms, while the vest accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. His stance exuded confidence and readiness, every movement suggesting a poised and capable warrior.
He was absolutely delicious to look at-
Mother above, y/n. Look back at his eyes. Be respectful.
She hesitantly lifted her gaze over to him but lost all her abilitiy to speak when she saw how his dark eyes were practically devouring her. Y/n cleared her throat which made him look back at her with those lust-filled and fierce eyes that made her feel all hot and bothered.
Then, as if coming back to reality, Fenrys straightened and started moving towards the stairs.
No. She had to talk to him. About what? She had no idea but-
"Are you upset with me?"
Once he heard her voice, Fenrys stopped, his back was towards her as he said "Why would I be upset with you?"
Y/n took a small step towards him. "Because you left when it was revealed that I was a....a witch. Because you refuse to look me in the face."
"And since when do you care about my feelings towards you?"
"You are right. I shouldn't but I do- you know what? This was very foolish of me, just forget this ever happened."
When y/n moved past him towards the stairs, she felt his hand grip her wrist, making her turn around to look at him.
Y/n frowned slightly, "Fenrys..."
He hesitated, then spoke in a voice laced with uncharacteristic vulnerability. "I don't trust them," he admitted quietly. "Your people, from your world. They say they want to bring you back, but what if they're not as trustworthy as you think? Didn't you say they neglected you when you needed them the most?"
Y/n sighed, understanding his concerns. "I get it. But they're my people, Fenrys. Even if things between us are complicated, I have known them for over fifty years, enough to know that they wouldn't harm m-"
"But they did. They didn't tell you when your lover was being unfaithful for two years, they didn't do shit as you got worse day by day so why should you trust them now?"
Y/n ripped her arm away from his hold as she turned to fully look at him with a narrowed gaze "What is this about Fenrys? I didn't tell you all this so that you could pity me. It was just a moment of vulnerability and you happened to be the-"
"I know because I understand you."
At her questioning gaze, Fenrys sighed before looking at the ground "Before Aelin, I.....I was.....sort of chained to another queen. Blood sworn, actually. It meant that I was her slave for as long as she pleases and that I could only ever be free of her with my honor intact if she willingly gave me her blessing and freed me from service. If not, then.....anyways what I want to say is that I know what it means to struggle and not have anyone by your side. My brother had his own demons to fight so we never could really lean on one another for support. Rowan, Lorcan and Gavriel they.....they also suffered in their own ways. Maeve made sure to traumatise each one of us differently,"
He couldn't look at her. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
Y/n gently put her hand on his chest "Fenrys, you don't have to force yourself to talk about it-"
"It is true, I see Rowan, Lorcan -unfortunately- and Gavriel as my brothers. We went through so much together and I am only standing here today because we made it, together. Gavriel made it too, I know it because I feel his presence sometimes. But even then, we all hid our pain from one another. I always only had myself to heal my own wounds. Both physical and mental."
"Oh my-"
"This is why I want you to be careful, y/n. I never had anyone to soothe my pain and I don't want you going through the same thing. When....when you go back to you world, just leave them. Promise me that you will leave them and find a better place for yourself."
"Fenrys I-"
He looked up from the ground, his eyes holding a hint of determination within them "Promise me, y/n."
She sighed "Yes. I promise, Fenrys."
He slowly nodded his head but made no move to leave and neither did y/n want to remove her hand from his chest.
The comfort Fenrys was feeling right now was unimaginable. He had never felt so at ease, so safe in someone's presence before. Even if the middle of a hallway isn't the most perfect place to experience this. He couldn't care less. He just showed her a part of him he never showed anyone, not even Aelin.
His vulnerability.
And for some reason, he wanted to keep telling her more, and in turn, hear more about her as well.
His gaze fell to her lips as his hands ached to touch her. Fenrys whispered, "You....you don't have a curse. Be proud of yourself and your lineage."
Y/n's came closer as she whispered back, "I....it will take time....getting used to that."
He smiled slightly, "That's fine. I will be proud of you anyway."
He saw her pupils dilate and her eyes widen but it seems like he was under some hypnotic curse because he added, "You...you are really beautiful."
Her lips parted and he saw a blush make it's way onto her adorable cheeks.
"I-thank you. You....you are very attractive as well."
Fenrys couldn't help the smirk that made its way onto his face "Yeah?"
She was a full red tomato now and he thought it was the most adorable sight ever. She replied with a shaky and barely audible voice, "Yeah."
They got closer and Fenrys was about to gently grab her waist when a cough interrupted their moment.
They both immediately detached and turned around to see Eva and Manon. The latter had a huge cheshire grin plastered on her face while the former had the look of a sad puppy.
Manon took eva's hand as they both started walking past y/n and Fenrys but not before Manon said, "See Eva, told you she wouldn't accept your love confession."
The younger girl playfully shoved aside the witch as she whisper shouted, "Shhh Manon! You just announced my crush to the entire kingdom!"
Y/n giggled as she followed them, Fenrys close behind her as she said, "Eva, don't listen to her! She likes to rile everyone up it seems."
Manon turned around with an amused gaze, "Glad you could finally understand that about me."
Y/n glared at her "I am still not done with you."
Manon just smiled and mused "I will keep my door open for you. Make the job easier."
Y/n just scoffed and she could feel Fenrys' chuckle from behind her as she turned her head sideways to look at him. "Something's funny, Fenny?"
She heard the witch chuckle and Eva audibly laugh while Fenrys' eyes widened "What kind of a nickname is that?"
Y/n just smirked and turned her head back around "Didn't like it? What about Fen? Or maybe Rys orrrrr Fenzo!"
Manon was full on cackling now and Eva was about to fall over because of laughing so hard. Fenrys just smiled while shaking his head "Gods save me."
As they reached the doors of the dining room, y/n smiled as she said, "No Gods to save you now. Perhaps you should change it to Aelin save me."
They were all laughing by the time they entered the room and saw the others, except Lorcan and Elide, sitting around. It was nice, yet so unusual to see Manon actually laugh. But, she wouldn't take it for granted, that woman is a paradox. Who knows, she may be laughing now but she may want to kill y/n the next moment.
Y/n just shook her head with a smile as she took her place next to Fenrys on the table. However that smile soon started disappearing when she felt a pair of eyes on her from somewhere in the room, making her feel uncomfortable.
It's just nerves. You are hungry. Just ignore it, the feeling will pass.
Aelin had an amused look as she took a bite out of her meal and said, "I think this may be the first time I ever saw Manon laugh in the past three years."
Manon just rolled her eyes "First and only. Not everyone is lucky enough to see it."
Yrene just said in a playful tone from beside Manon, "Everyone but Dorian right? I bet he gets to see it all the time."
Aedion smirked "Oh, yes. How are you feeling Manon dearest? Your princeling is coming soon."
Lysandra took a sip of her wine "Aelin, make sure that once Dorian is here, you send these two to the furthest part of the palace. They haven't seen each other in months, so it will be our poor ears that will bleed because of their 'union'."
Manon just scoffed and replied dryly, "I'll have you know, princeling's visits are strictly business." She shot a pointed glance at Yrene, who grinned mischievously.
Aedion chuckled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Business, huh? I'm sure it's a very serious matter, indeed."
Yrene raised her hands innocently. "Who am I to argue with our King?"
Aelin laughed, shaking her head. "Well, let's hope Dorian's arrival brings some distraction from all this impending doom." She glanced at Rowan, who was deep in conversation with Chaol about strategy.
Lysandra smirked. "If anyone can distract Manon from her duties, it's Dorian."
Manon rolled her eyes again but couldn't hide a small smile.
Everyone, including Fenrys laughed at that and y/n felt a moment of pure bliss, seeing them interact so closely with one another. It reminded her of the inner circle but.....for some reason that didn't make her miss home at all.
But her moment of happiness was still mixed with discomfort as that mysterious gaze kept on burning a hole through her skull. When she turned her head around, she saw a servant girl who was just refilling the pitcher with water.
Everyone around her were busy with conversation, but she still felt uneasy. What was-
Fenrys gently put his hand on hers under the table and looked at her with a concerning gaze. "Are you well?"
She nodded her head slightly but that didn't ease her growing unease that someone was watching her.
The servant girl came closer to her, filled her cup with water and said "Take it."
Y/n just smiled, slightly uncomfortable as she replied, "I'm not thirsty."
The girl just gave her a cruel smile as she said in a sharp tone, "No, take what's coming for you, Winged Fury."
Before y/n could even process what was going on, the servant lunged for her, effectively throwing y/n down as everything around them erupted into chaos.
Y/n felt like she was suffocating as the the girl kept on choking her. From her peripheral vision, she saw Fenrys doing something but....her vision started going dark. This girl was inhumanly strong.
The last thing she heard before darkness enveloped her was "The Valg princes send their regards."
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hii!! just so you understand, I have real brainrot because of your “Only Human” series! I love it madly tenderly and with all my heart😭😭 anyway, I saw that you have requests open, but feel free to ignore if this is not the case or I indicated something incorrectly. how about our favorite monsters and hybrids 141 with a new member of the team who is a witch??
also, sorry for my english, I use google translate☠️
Hey, no worries, I understood your request!
Spell Cw: witchy stuff, death, murder, drowning, blood and injury, fluff, magic, inaccurate understanding of magic, tell me if I missed any.
He always found it mesmerising, the soothing coldness of your spell working its magic on him, gleaming like water embracing his bleeding wound, the skin ripped apart at the middle and flesh throbbing painfully. It wasn’t anything new, pain wasn’t a stranger to him, rather a friend, a brother to him. Pain was a repetitive thing in his life, wound after wound bleeding him, and scar after scar painting his skin, he’d gotten so used to it that the stripes on his face were now an integral part of his identity, pushing the facade of a tiger if he didn’t have his ears and tail out.
But with you, everything had smoothed over to a soft thrum, like the warm waves cradling his shifted body, your magic, attuned to their aches through your bond and being, worked to cure everything to ensure that the pack he grew to love and care for stayed safe. Your being was like a body of water - the ocean - a beauty of nature when calm, but a terror when enraged, storms crashing against land and causing devastation in moments of fury. You were as dangerous as you could be caring and loving —just like the sea.
“Why didn’t you come see me first?” You sighed, tone laced with amused disappointment, brows tensed but your pretty lips quipped up, “I thought I put you in control of this Horangi…”
You worked your magic on König, fingers weaving invisible threads over his bleeding forearm, pulling the strings of puppet of flesh and bone, controlling the sinuous fibre of his skin to sew itself back. Horangi watched his friend’s wound steadily close up, injury shrinking with every pull of your finger until all that was left was the lingering scent of your cool magic and the metallic odour of blood.
“König is stubborn, ” Horangi chuckled, flashing you a sly smirk despite your exasperated expression, “Big too. I can’t move him.”
“And I can?” You scoffed, finishing off your skin weaving with a soft pet on his arm, letting König admire your work like a child with a new toy even though you’d gone through the same process over and over in the past, König had a habit of collecting scars as often as he toppled his enemies.
Your magic wasn’t only used in healing, you were an adaptive soul, your comfort found itself in water, and water meant life, and life meant whatever violent fury came along with quiet calmness. And in the right situation, where Laswell sent the Task Force on a boat or by the shore, you could level the oceans at your will in anger or protection. You gave men and women a watery grave on land, drowning them in their water-made coffins to stop them from reaching your wounded comrades, glaring off at anyone who tried approaching your cover .
You had Gaz, Price and him, tending to their deeper injuries and letting them use their first aid while you kept the enemy at bay, lower lip pulled between your teeth, gnawing on the skin until it bled. Separating your attention for both healing and defence/offence demanded a lot of concentration, especially when you were sewing up Price’s deep gash on his leg, listening to his hiss and groans of pain.
“Fucking-” Horangi busied himself with wrapping the bandage and gauze over Gaz’s wound, his eyes occasionally peeking at your clenched fist that pushed out your anger through the waters you controlled, “Bastards keep coming.”
You were a puppet queen and the sea your mannequin.
“Almost done, Hunter,” Gaz hissed out when Horangi pulled too tightly on his bandage, sending you a reassuring look to calm down your raised hackle, teeth bared and eyes burning the enemies alive as much as you were depriving them of air.
This was another show of your prowess, your fingers puppeteering water, commanding it and coaxing the water’s will to follow your call, heeding your every whim. It was a majestically show, as tragic as it was beautiful, much like the cleansing of the world when the oceans flooded Earth, leaving but Noah and his wife, and couple of animals to remake the land. You were remaking the land you fought on in an imagine, to make it safer and protect them —it would tire you out for the day, Horangi will ready to help you with anything wile you doze on and off.
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Sorry, househusband Headcanons with Silver 👉👈✨💕(sorry the first questiom accidentally sent incomplete ) 👍
Ha ha ha. That first request would have been enough. Househusband Silver? Say no more. I'm with you there!
You have to keep an eye on him when he does chores to watch out for advice he picked up from your father-in-law. Lilia passed on some of the strangest housekeeping habits to Silver and you never know when they’ll pop up. You remember the winter that both of you were sick at the same time and Silver made an actual bathtub full of soup because that was the correct amount advised by Father.
You do all the cooking prep together. It’s not that you don’t like Silver’s cooking (even he knows to avoid using Lilia’s recipes), it’s just that you worry too much about his safety in the kitchen. There have been some close calls where Silver has fallen asleep with a hot stove on or holding a knife. Now, you have little dinner-prep dates to cook up meals for the week. Each finished dish is one your spouse can finish off in the microwave or by setting a timer on a kitchen appliance. It’s not foolproof but you certainly worry less. Seeing Silver in an apron is just an added bonus!
You never thought you’d say this, but small forest animals are your back-up plan. It’s like nature itself has decided to help your husband escape danger and accomplish his goals. You’ve literally seen mice help him sew up a rip in your clothes and a deer pull your sleeping spouse out of the street. You are grateful that Silver is so beloved by the animals, or you don’t know how you’d bare to leave him home without you!
You were sitting at your desk hard at work when suddenly a chill runs down your spine. You look at the clock, there are three more hours of work left in the day. You frown and decide to quickly check your phone messages, just in case. When you pull the device out and look, your heart drops when you see the message, [Father is here for a visit.] Oh dear, your famous Father-in-law is alone with your spouse, and you can’t do anything about it.
You quietly take your phone and sneak away to the parking lot for a quick call. It rings several times with no answer. You hang up and try again. This time, you get a sleepy, “Hello,” at the fourth ring. You smile at the sound, picturing your spouse just awoken from a short sleeping spell. “Hi dearest, I got your message. How are things going?” There is the smallest hint of a smile in the tone that replies, though you know he is stoic as ever on the other side. “Father is helping me clean out the attic. It’s going along well. We’ve got everything moved out and into our living room now.” You look out into the distance. All the dusty things hidden away in the attic are now all over your clean living room. Well, it could be worse.
You force an extra amount of cheer into your voice, “That’s great honey, and you are keeping an eye on him? Making sure he…doesn’t work too hard?” Silver assures you that he only fell asleep for a moment, but that Lilia was back where he expected him to be. You feel a sense of dread, “Silver, it is nearly lunch time. He hasn’t been cooking, has he? Did you check?” There is a long pause before Silver mutters, “I better go.” You wish him the best of luck and disconnect. Then, you gaze at your phone for a moment before dialing the nearest pizza delivery place. Better safe than sorry.
A few hours later, you sneak away to the restroom to text your spouse. [How are things?] You wait quietly in the stall until you get a reply. [Do you think we need to put a bedroom in the attic?] You look at your phone in surprise, this conversation is already veering wildly from what you anticipated. [Why would we do that?] You see the dots appear and wait for your hubby’s text. [In case we need to use the spare room for a nursery.] You sigh and roll your eyes, Lilia again. [We can talk about it when I get home. Agree to nothing!!!]
After work, your thoughts turn immediately to your spouse, and you head straight home. You see your house come into view and your sleepy husband is waiting for you at the door with his eyes shut. You climb the stairs and give him a sweet kiss. His eyes flutter open and he smiles at you, “I had a wonderful dream and now here you are.” You brush a strand of his silver hair from his forehead, “Which was better?” He looks at you with seriousness and replies, “You. You are always better.” You turn your head to the side, feeling the heat in your cheeks.
“Ahem,” you clear your throat, “So where is our precious Father?” Silver drops back until he is only holding your hand, “He left. He said we needed time alone to work on his grandchildren.” You laugh and think that sounds very much like your spirited Father-in-Law. You rub your thumb along the fingers holding your hand, “Well, since he is gone, I suppose its safe to ask about your day. How did the attic cleaning project go?” Silver calmly assures you that things went just fine. Nearby, a squirrel looks up and meets your eye before giving you the most traumatized shake of its little head. “I’m glad everything worked out,” you say as you make eyes that say ‘I’m sorry’ to the neighborhood wildlife. You didn’t know what trouble he’d been involved in, but you knew some evil had been conquered today. You squeeze Silver’s hand and that prompts him to lift you into his arms and carry you over the threshold. It wasn’t happily ever after, but for today, it was enough of a happy ending for you and your prince charming.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst silver#silver x reader#househusband au
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FEMALE CHILD READER & PLATONIC LA SIGNORA
♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤
So we all know Signora is a witch
Baby you who wants to be a witch like her big sis (´ ∀ ` *)
You get called Baby witch of Embers
Once Signora found her lil sis sitting on the floor in the dark trying to summon something
When Signora asked what you wanted to summon, you just said:
"My friend, her name is Columbina!"
(o´▽`o) -You
Σ(O_O) -Signora
Thats how Signora found out you're friends with Columbina💀
How you and Columbina became friends?
You were hiding in Columbinas room because you were searching for some fabric to make herself an identical outfit like you're big sister😭❤
Columbina just went into her room and heard you trying to hide
You were pretending to be a lamp💀
Columbina just thought fuck that and pulled you by the neck like a kitten
You were just dangling in the air : (◕‿◕)
They both sat down and had tea, Columbina found out that you were the little Sibling of La Signora and that you wanted to be like her so you tried to steal fabric to make the same witch costume 😭💕
Columbina and you had a tea party every weekend , where they both sew the costume
The day you showed your outfit was the best day to Signora
Signora now dresses you up in you're little witch costume and they both go to the meetings together
"La Signora, why is there a child sitting on the floor drawing?"
"What do you mean? Thats my helper, she takes notes of everything important said."
"Alright, Show us the notes that you're helper did"
*Signora shows the paper*
LMAO it was a drawing of them as butterflys
Childe clapped 💀🙏
You're in every meeting and when its finished you show you're notes. Lets say most of the times its them as animals
La Signora loves the drawing of them as plants
Signora took you to mondstadt so you could distract the Anemo Archon, so that she could take the gnosis
It worked somehow💀
Signora is a kind but also strict sister
Ofc you get all the love that you deserve
But Signora has to be strict when it comes to training
Signora teaches you spells and more, she has to be strict so that you can protect yourself from anyone
Signora is scared, what if her little baby sister who can't protect herself dies or gets injured?
So yeah, she teaches you combat
Well, the first thing you learned is to go for the kneecaps 💀
"You're really small , but being small can be good. Go for the kneecaps. They won't see it coming."
"Okay big sister! ┐(︶▽︶)┌
Summary: La Signora just wants to protect her little Sister. She would do anything so you aren't hurt. She may be a little harsh when she trains you, but she just wants to see you okay
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Hope you liked these Headcanons! Give me Requests if you have any and do tell me if i can improve something!
#la signora#genshin signora#fatui signora#genshin impact fatui#fatui harbingers#child reader#platonic#x platonic!reader#sister reader#headcanons#headcanon
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➳ love lee | psh.
idol!sunghoon x fem!reader
“so lovely day, so lovely”
synopsis: you and your idol boyfriend, sunghoon decide to do the tiktok dance challenge — ‘love lee’
warnings/content: written in third pov. cursing. not proofread. fluff! reader’s a little mean but sunghoon likes it (lol). hoon is down bad <3
comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)
word count: 1.1k
༘˚⋆𐙚。masterlist⋆.✧˚
current song playing: love lee by akmu
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
0:47 ────|─────────────── -2:11
the day dawned on coming to high noon. y/n and sunghoon comfortably laid against each other while mindlessly on their phones.
“hey hoon?” she called to him.
“hm?”
“let’s do this dance,” she sheepishly said. the girl shoved her phone to his face with a shy grin.
“this dance?”
hoon moved the phone away with an eyebrow raise. “didnt sunoo do this dance?” he snorted.
y/n rolled her eyes with a soft smile forming afterward. “yes… but i want to see you do it too!”
“so you want me to do the dance, or you want to dance to it together?”
his lips curled into a sweet smile as he watched his girlfriend get flustered.
“either one…”
“let’s do the dance together, gorgeous.”
y/n snickered in laughs as a response while smacking the boy multiple times.
“whatever loser, let’s just learn it together.”
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minutes passed by within seconds and the furthest they have gotten were seven drafts saved.
“hoon, you’re doing that wrong!”
“no i’m not, you are!” he teased.
sunghoon’s loud laugh boomed throughout the apartment as he enjoyed watching her get slowly frustrated.
“park sunghoon! you always do good in your tiktoks, why aren’t you getting this?”
“clearly, you’ve never seen the behind the scenes of my tiktoks; and plus, are you really telling your idol boyfriend how to dance properly?”
he cracked a smile while watching her roll her eyes, half playfully and half out of irritation.
“you know, for someone who’s an idol, the way you still struggle on some parts is a bit disappointing.” y/n teased back with a sneer.
hoon huffed out a laugh while saying, “come on, don’t be like that, gorgeous.”
she couldn’t help but feel her lips automatically turning into a smile from the nickname. she sent a soft smack to his arm while telling him to just retry again.
and so they did.
but in all honesty, he was purposefully messing up just to be a teasing ass to his girlfriend. he enjoyed doing tiktok videos with her; watching her become serious over something so small was a euphoric feeling to his heart.
“hoon…,” she said in a threatening tone. her head slowly turned to the boy who was holding back a smile. “stop messing up!”
y/n sent a hand flying to his arm again, but he pushed it away. “hey, i’m just trying to give you video drafts so you can look back at them when you miss me!” he defended with a wide beam.
“you’re so annoying loser!” she screamed back in the same energy. her grin became just as wide as his as their giggles mixed together in the living room.
“okay, okay! one more y/n, i swear it’ll be good this time.”
the sound blasted through the room again after the last eight attempts. y/n and her smitten boy subtly admired each other through the phone camera as they danced together.
✩ ‘spell L-O-V-E-L-E-E’ ✩
within seconds before the video ended, the handsome boy quickly moved in to plant a kiss on his girlfriend’s cheeks. the recording came to a stop as soon as her face lit up in shock.
hoon licked his lips before huffing out howls of laughter. his eyes sewed shut while he grabbed his stomach to sustain the pain welling inside. “y..your reaction,” he wheezed out whilst giving a bright smile.
y/n stood there in shock for a second. it was just a kiss on the cheek but it was still very sudden.
“hoon!!” she yelled, groaning out slightly annoyed sighs. many smacks on the arms were sent to him as he just continued to laugh it out.
“okay! okay! i’m sorry!” he responded, trying to get her back in his arms.
she pushed the boy away — “nuh uh! that’s enough for today!”
he huffed out more laughter as his fangs went out on display. “let’s rewatch that,” he suggested with an eye smile.
“no!”
“oh come on!”
“hoon, i’m serious! why do you have to be like this..” y/n said, letting an annoyed expression show her tone.
“okay finee, i’m sorry” said the boy who was still giggling. his arms flailed around her body to engulf her into a hug. “i’m sorry, like actually.”
he sent pouty lips to his girlfriend, causing a grossed out groan to be heard from her. “how are you so cute and yet so ugly and annoying at the same time??”
sunghoon chuckled out his laughs before placing a kiss on her cheek. “maybe because i’m your boyfriend?”
“yeah that’s what you think.”
his head whipped to her — “am i not your boyfriend?”
“i don’t know hoon, are you??” she challenged, a mischievous grin forming on her face.
he quickly ruffled her hair before nodding with a slightly disgusted look. “fine fine, be petty like that. i know you’re my girlfriend anyway.”
“who said i was?”
the small teasings got to the male as his hands placed itself on y/n’s chin to grab her attention, and placing a peck on the lips. her eyes slightly widened.
“did you really just kiss me because of that?”
“yeah, want me to do it again?” he teased with a smile. his head swooped in to place a longer kiss on her lips, only for her to dodge the kiss with a head turn.
“Y/N!”
“NOPE!”
she ran to their shared bedroom, jumping onto the bed for sunghoon to jump on as well. his eyes lingered on hers as he gently smiled.
“you got nowhere to go now.” he broke out, eyebrows raising in satisfaction.
“you’re right..” y/n said in defeat.
her hands instantly went to his stomach, leaving tickling touches around his body as he squirmed around.
“AH!” he yelled, back now laying on the bed as he screeched out another cry for help — “Y/N!”
the girl laughed to herself in amusement, watching him fall apart with just tickles. “this is what you get for ruining my videos!” she grinned ear to ear as her hands still went around his body.
a few more minutes passed and they were still quietly giggling with each other. y/n stopped her tickles once she figured hoon received enough.
they were cuddled up in each other’s arms as his hands played around her nails, leaving nonexistent scratches as she was comfortably settled with him.
“wanna go make dinner?”
“in a bit, i’m comfortable.”
he chuckled at her response before pulling her in closer.
they stayed in the same position for a few minutes longer, ultimately deciding on going into the kitchen to finally make dinner.
the night ended with the two finishing dinner, and then in warm hugs on the couch for a late night movie — both falling asleep to the sound of the film playing before humming in contentment.
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So I always meant to do a little meta about Rayla and sleep (aka sleeps sitting up in S4, lying down but fully dressed + with her weapons in S5 — and now in PJs without weapons in s6) and it never happened (to my memory), but it did make me think about how I wanted to talk about Callum's whole thing with sleep in S6, namely how bad it is, as well as a bit about Viren and Rayla by proxy.
So in S6 we see Callum have two nightmares (the pearl sleepwalking nightmare and dark magic nightmare, shall we see) in 6x01 and 6x03. He wakes up once in 6x01 and then stays awake all night coming up with the decoy plan and sewing the anti magic blanket. He's still seemingly catching up on sleep days later in 6x03, with Rayla letting him just as she did before, and he has his second nightmare. In the Frozen Ship he struggles to sleep at first because of the cold, as he won't share the blanket, and then wakes up again naturally in the night, but won't let himself kiss Rayla. All except the cold is ultimately rooted in Callum's concerns over Aaravos and his susceptibility to Aaravos because of dark magic.
We see this sleeplessness and concern return in 6x06 as well, before it's 'resolved' (for the season). This nightmare and restlessness is something Viren experienced a bit of in S4 (namely 4x07), but we see it more consistently in S6, specifically with nightmares and fears of Aaravos using him as well, him waking up fitfully twice in 6x05:
Most of this fits with other aspects of the series. Dark magic causes you to fall into a coma-like state that persisted even once Viren 'woke up,' the comas themselves involve nightmares / tormented dreams, and Janai directly cites Aaravos' influence over them (5x03, 5x09): "Aaravos taunts me in my dreams with visions of destruction and despair" (6x02). Dark magic and sleep can both be associated with death, and are both interwoven with passing out, the actual possession, Aaravos' hold over you being a canonical fate worse than death (restful eternal sleep), hence why both Viren and Callum choose it over continued control.
The thing that I thought was interesting that was not only how frequent is Callum's lack of rest in S6, after seasons of routinely sleeping fairly well, as an overarching consequence leftover from 5x08 and everything going on... but also that his insomnia isn't exclusively because of Aaravos or dark magic guilt either, as in Viren's case, but also (more positively) because of his bond with Rayla.
Of course to begin, there's the subtext that Callum feels safe sleeping beside / around her (your partner should give you rest from the horrors of the world, etc etc, particularly with her continued opposition to Aaravos' hold on Callum that S6 is going to make direct text after seasons of subtext). But in the vein of Rayla's hold on Callum being 1) equally powerful and 2) can overlap with more circumstantial qualities (sometimes good, sometimes bad) for his.
For example, Callum is sleepless in 6x05 because he's trying to figure out the ice heart spell in order to defeat the 'behemoth':
We later learn (though myself and many others already suspected) that his fixation on it through the night was because he knew the reward for defeating the 'monster' would be quasar diamonds, and he wanted them for Rayla's family.
Then, just as 6x06 opens with Callum being sleepless, the episode also closes in a similar manner. Whereas before it was anxiety and Aaravos keeping him awake, this time it's Rayla and the promise of full reconciliation. A redo.
What does this all mean, though? Well:
Sleep (+ nightmares) are used to further link Viren and Callum in S6 with mirrored fears of being used by Aaravos
It strengthens the connection between Aaravos, dark magic, and dreams/nightmares, as well as bringing Janai into the loop
Like Callum and Rayla, Janai is also sleepless in 6x02, but is seeking Amaya's story, and lets her partner in. Callum does the same with and for Rayla throughout S6
Callum's relationship with sleep being influenced in a negative manner by Aaravos (anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, puppetting) and a positive manner by Rayla (comfort, thoughtfulness, love, mutual devotion) is another way the two elves are put in opposition to each other for Callum's fate and wellbeing without making them complete opposites
and I think that's all pretty cool
#tdp#the dragon prince#parallels#s6#devil and the lovers#it was just red#mini meta#analysis series#analysis#arc 2#little details#maybe
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a. anderson x black reader
pairing: beautiful hardworking provider abby x loving housewife reader
genre: fluff w/ allusions to smut.
word count: mmm idk but it’s short i promise
warnings: due to sexually suggestive content, mdni under any circumstances. otherwise, just pure fluff and maybe a twinge of angst if you get a microscope. also not beta read. if you see a grammar or spelling error, lemme know and i’ll appreciate it.
author’s note: this is my first time writing on tumblr! i was feeling excited and had a lil creative spark so here we all go. this was a draft for a good month and i spontaneously finished it instead of starting my nutrition assignments lol i hope ya’ll like it !! 💕
nah cause imagine being abby’s little housewife, basking in your femininity every. single. day. wearing long flowy skirts because you want to. learning to knit and sew and alter all types of clothes in your spare time because you want to. absentmindly mentioning some new hobby or skill that’s piqued your interest to abby over the dinner you made.
that night, you two shared in your routines because abby left work early that evening, trading a little shift-time with a coworker on an you owe me one pass. she didn’t hesitate to let everyone know that it’s because she wants to spend time with her wife.
she gets undressed as you draw a bath. it smells of ylang ylang and lavender with a dash of gardenia. epsom salts are added to soothe her muscles cause lord knows you do zero heavy lifting during your day or else abby glowers and coos about how “you could’ve just asked me, baby.”
working a well-lathered sapo sponge into her skin because the love of your life deserves the absolute BEST pampering and if she won’t give it to herself, you sure will.
you two head to bed that night in married bliss (after abby initiates slow, languid sex, of course. how could she not when your breasts were right in front of her while you ran that prickly ass cloth over her shoulders? she’s from around the way, she leaving with something)
you wake up before abby most days to prepare her a nice, warm breakfast (cause she loves and takes care of you so its the least you could do, really, to show how much you appreciate her), and today is no different. you try to be as quiet as possible but abby sleeps like an on-call soldier, like she’s in an active warzone and the enemy could strike at any time sooooo nine times outta ten, the faint cadence of sizzling applewood bacon’ll have her stretching out of bed.
but anyways she comes to you from behind as you mix a little pumpkin spice into the pancake batter, nestling her palm into the nook where your waist and right hip meet. her hair is down this morning, so when she bends to press kisses along your left shoulder, the tips brush along the neckline of your satin camisole. its a miniscule thing of material, hem reaching as far as the apex of your thighs. even the soft patter of her tresses against your body would be enough to tickle you, and they do just that.
you shy away, giggles on your tongue and happiness dripping from your wide eyes. you tell abby to shoo if she’s going to make breakfast harder. she smiles.
moments like these remind abby why she works so hard even on the days that demand more out of her—physically, mentally, emotionally.
she’ll do anything to make sure she keeps getting to hear you sound so pretty, so carefree.
#abby anderson x black reader#abby x black reader#abby anderson x reader#abby x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson#tlou 2#drabble#lesbian#wlw#x reader#abby fluff#abby smut
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