#They say darker colours make you look mature

[thepenguisalive7]

Good news! His vision is not as black and white as yesterday!

Bad news, he locked himself with the soul vulture and also he hasn’t changed the sad gacha music yet.

[enwoso]

PINK SKIES — alessia russo

this has been in the works for a few months, just didn’t know when or if i wanted to post it as it involved quite a sensitive topic, and a topic which should be addressed in a very mature way.

this is also a topic which i hold very dear to my heart and is quite personal to me, especially since i lost someone very special to me in a similar way but i just wanted to share this as a way to raise awareness especially with september being dedicated to suicide prevention month but just you know you are appreciated, you are worth it and that there are people out there who can help and support you. please, you are not alone.🤍

WARNING: mentions of death, allusions of sui**de and just upsetting themes! please do not read if any of these topics are sensitive to you.

"thought i'd find you here" lotte cooed as she stood with a sad smile, a few metres away from alessia whom was sat on the kerbside, only the streetlight to keep her company as the sky merged into a darker, gloomier colour.

alessia turned to look at the girl she'd known her entire life, before turning back to look at what was in her hands. a crumpled piece of paper with neat hand writing on it. a piece of paper which had not left her hands all day.

alessia didn't say anything instead her fingers just toyed with the piece of paper, tears falling down her cheeks. lotte made her way cautiously towards the blonde slotting down on the kerbside next to her, placing an arm around her. alessia’s head immediately landing on the girls shoulder.

it had been a long day. goodbyes are hard. especially last goodbyes, they sting the most and leave this feeling in your heart that never seems to go away.

"it's okay, less. she had a beautiful send off" lotte whispered as she let the blonde cry in her arms knowing that this had been building all day.

"i miss her lotte..." alessia choked out sniffles escaping her as tears streamed down her face and onto the piece of paper as she felt lotte nod pulling alessia closer to her.

"i know less and that's normal- but she wouldn't want you to be sat on the kerb crying" lotte sympathised as alessia nodded lightly. she knew you wouldn't want her to be sat on the kerb, heck she knew you would have wanted a big send off like the one that had been done for you.

but grief doesn't work in the way alessia imagined. its not a straight line, there's no formula to it. it's a mess.

some days the blonde feels as though your still beside her, joking about her tripping over thin air. but other days it hits alessia and she feels all those raw emotions all at once, again.

"i- i just wish she was here- she had so much still to live for.." alessia choked out once again, her words forming into one it barely being able to be understood but lotte did. she knew what alessia meant.

you and alessia hadn't known each other very long. you of course knew of each other but that was it. just shadows in the background of the others life.

it was an england camp which brought you together, one simple conversation and it changed alessia's life forever.

a silly conversation about different types of cookies and how your favourite was jammy dodgers as you would eat around the rim and then eat the jam center — alessia thought it was the funniest thing and was always in stitches watching you eat them that way.

but she was the type of person you just clicked with. no effort was needed. the type of friend you make and then don't remember how the first interaction went.

you just went from one day being total strangers to the next being the best of friends.

“and now you have to live for her, remember the good less.” lotte tried as alessia shook her head the peice of paper still clutching to her hand.

“no lotte, i just feel like i failed her. she was my best friend how could i have let this happen, i could have helped her, done something and maybe this wouldn’t have happened,, i could-“ alessia rambled out as lotte just the let the blonde do it her cheeks tears stained as her mascara had smudged under her eyes, the blonde moving her head from resting on lotte’s shoulder.

both lotte and alessia knew there was nothing that could have been done to help you. nobody could have even noticed that you were struggled never mind how bad your mental state was.

you had been estatic finding out that alessia was moving to london and more specifically to arsenal. it meant no more countdowns to when you’d next see each other, it meant you didn’t need to sit on a train for three hours again. it meant you could see each other any time you wanted.

alessia would forever remember the excitement in your voice when she picked up her phone.

"your actually coming to london!"

"yeah i am! we are gonna be in london together!”

"i can't wait to spend every day with you less"

"me neither y/n, me neither."

or how the two of you spent the next two hours on call with each other as you listed all the places you were going to show her, the local cafe where you went for your morning coffee before training, the park where you walked your mum’s dog — rocco every day, the restaurant you always went with your sister when she came to visit.

alessia eventually making the move to arsenal after a bittersweet summer in australia not being able to come away with the world cup win but neverless having an unforgettable summer spent by your best friends side.

both you and alessia's focus moving towards the start of the new season, while also fitting in all the places you wanted to show alessia in the weekends which you had off which came few and thin.

everything in alessia's eyes was perfect, she was living in london with her best friend, she was closer to her family and she was getting to play football with her best friends day in and out.

but for you it couldn't have been further from that.

after the world cup getting back into the next season was tough for you, going from match to match without a break was hard. some weeks you were playing ninety minutes, twice a week. you were getting pushed to your limits.

you mental health had begun to take a toll, social media trolls were getting to you, one miss kick in a match and you had a huge target on your back and were the victim of online abuse. you weren't the perfect angel who was seen as a hero if you scored a goal and could do no wrong in the team.

if you scored the response was why are you not doing it every game?

if you defended well the obvious response was that's the bare minimum, that's your job as a defender.

if the team conceded it was your fault.

if you got into the england squad the response was you had taken away from someone else who actually deserved it.

in the eyes of the public you could do no right.

but no one could see you were mentally and physically struggling, your teammates thought you had just learned to not care what the public said about you on social media or thought you hadn't seen it but in reality you had probably seen it long before they did.

in videos and in real life you never didn't have a smile on your face and one thing you never stopped doing was sitting with alessia and laughing about nothing.

but at home when you were alone, your mind ate away at you. letting yourself truly believe that what people were saying online was the person you were.

“i’m so stupid though i should have noticed the signs, how she wasn’t herself” alessia carried on her rant to lotte as lotte listened. that’s what alessia needed right now, is to let it all out as alessia continued.

“less, there was nothing you could do” lotte cooed, another sniffle coming from alessia as she kicked the stones underneath her feet.

a silence filled the gap, not an awkward one but the silence could definitely be felt. the slight wind that followed as the street grew darker, behind the building where the reception was happening with all your family and friends were.

“what’s that?” lotte questioned, pointing towards the piece of paper that she’d noticed alessia carrying all day. it never leaving the blondes hand during the entire service and reception afterwards.

alessia looked down at it, a sad smile on her face as she did. “a letter..” alessia paused, “y/n wrote before she um, you know.. died.”

a change in look come from lotte as her facial expression changed, it sunk a little deeper. lotte didn’t pry though she knew that whatever had been written in that letter was personal, it wasn’t her business to know. if alessia wanted her to know alessia would tell her off her own back.

“i found it in her room when i was going through her things in her apartment-“ alessia spoke, pausing to take a deep breath, her mind building the picture of her walking through your apartment for the last time. how strange it felt. how empty it felt.

alessia continued, “it was weird lotte, it was like she had never been there- the walls, the drawers.. they were bare, like she never even been there before.”

lotte nodded lightly as another small silence came over the two, a little flicker of the street light before the silence was broken.

“it’s funny really because i wish i could just sit and listen to her ramble on about nothing but we would still loose track of time” a small sad smile appeared on the blonde face as she recounted the memory, lotte sitting listening with a similar look as alessia carried on.

“-or the fact she would never let us get coffee from anywhere else but her local cafe where she’d get the same coffee each time — but she’d never have to ask cause the person behind the counter would always have it ready for her. i think that’s why she like to go there..” a little giggled came from alessia as she thought about the many times she tried to get you to go to a different coffee place but you’d point blank refuse.

“less i know it’s gonna be hard but y/n will always be cheering for you not only up there-“ lotte pointed to the dark star which was now filled with tiny white stars, “but in here too” lotte pointed to alessia’s heart as a small nod came from her, she knew lotte was right.

“and overall she’d want you to carry on playing and winning trophy after trophy. so even if you don’t think you can do it for yourself.. do it for y/n.” lotte told the blonde as another shaky breath came from alessia, tears threatening to fall once again.

“i wish i could play football with her again.” alessia shakily said as lotte pulled the blonde into a tight hug, running her hand up and down the blondes back as she comforted her.

“i wish tomorrow came”

you just about made it to the new year, which you spent with alessia and her family as she had insisted that you were not seeing the new year in alone, she wasn't going to allow that to happen.

that was probably the last time you actually truly smiled. just being surrounded by happiness and not having negativity seeping through your veins.

the loss against west ham, the online abuse pretty much tripled. you being blamed for a short pass which resulted in a second goal for west ham and the fans had deemed that you had then and there lost arsenal the chance of winning the league.

after that weekend you found yourself spending a lot more time alone which was not a good thing. your thoughts were spiralling, you began to question why were you actually here?

any team bonding sessions you then began not to turn up, each one declined with a different excuse.

any time alessia asked you to hang out it was always the same, 'feeling tired today less, maybe tomorrow yeah?"

alessia began to notice your change in behaviour but at first did put it down to you just being tired, your limits being pushed to the max. she knew that, heck she wasn't blind anyone could see it.

it wasn't until the first england camp of the new year when you pulled out because of injury did she begin to realise you weren't just tired or injured for that matter.

she called you and you had told her nothing but lies, that you had tweaked you knee in the last game however that was the first game in months that you didn't play a full ninety. so the blondes suspicions raised, and the blonde promised she would come and see you straight after the game at wembley tomorrow.

however tomorrow for you, never came.

[thewatcher727]

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Spelling & Grammar:

This should be at the top of your list. Too many spelling and grammar errors can really take the reader out of the immersion. When you spot words that are misspelled or incorrect, point them out and suggest the correct form. However, also keep in mind that some words can be spelled differently depending on the language. For example, in the UK, "color" is spelled "colour." So, it’s not incorrect—just a different regional variation.

Descriptions:

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Pacing:

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Is everything consistent? For example, if the chapter begins in the morning and there’s only one scene, but by the end it’s suddenly night without explanation, that’s going to raise questions.

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The Babysitter (23)

Welcome To The Family

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Welcome To The Family

Gentle rays of sunlight seeped through the small gaps in the curtains, resulting in your eyes to softly flutter open, squinting a little as you adjusted to the light. Your gaze almost immediately went to the woman who laid beside you, tranquillity written across her face as she slept next to you.

Wanda looked ethereal besides you, the sunlight creating this angelic aura about her as soft, quiet snores left her lips, your lips tugging into a content smile. It was impossible to keep your eyes off her, gaze flickering across her face as you admired her features. Her auburn hair still somehow framed her face perfectly, her cheekbones slightly on show with how her face was pressed against the pillow, lips slightly parted, long eyelashes adorning her eyes, she was perfect. You continued to gaze lovingly at her, only being snapped out of the moment when she spoke up, voice low and raspy from having just woken up.

"It's rude to stare," she murmurs, her tone containing hints of teasing, eyes eventually fluttering open to reveal various shades of amused green.

"I'm not staring," you whisper out, scared if you spoke any louder that the peaceful atmosphere would be broken. "I'm admiring, there's a difference," her teeth bite down on her lower lip to try and prevent the smile stretching across her face, the sight adorable to you as she peers through her lashes.

"Admiring is just a nice way of saying staring," she mutters, her hands moving to snake around your body as you lay facing each other, your legs a tangle of limbs under the sheets. A small chuckle escapes you at her words, her eyes closing as a blissful sigh escapes her, savouring the moment.

"Well, it's hard not to stare at someone so beautiful," your tone barely above a whisper, honesty and care lacing your words. At the way you softly spoke the complementing words, Wanda's cheeks turned a light pink, her face turning to the side to press further into the pillow, trying to hide her flustered expression. "Are you blushing?" you tease, a smile stretching on your lips as her cheeks turned even darker, your hands wrapping around her body and pulling her closer.

"No," she grumbles defiantly, despite the clear colour tainting her cheeks.

"Yeah you are," your tone teasing but still soft, your lips moving to press against her cheek, lingering and moving to whisper in her ear, "You're beautiful my love, I can't keep my eyes off of you."

"Shut up," she mutters playfully, wanting the heat in her cheeks to go away, your words somehow making her blush even more prominent. She wasn't used to being showered in this much affection, and the way you said it... it almost made her fall in love with you all over again.

"No, I want you to know how I think you are perfect," she moves to hide her face at your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin.

"Stop it," she mutters again, still getting flustered by your kind and caring words.

"Or what?" you murmur out, "What are you going to do?" At that, her head instantly pulls away from your neck, the shy glint having faded into a more dominant stare as she raises her brow at you, her persona radiating pure power now. You swallow nervously at the dominant look in her eyes, the way her lips curve into a mischievous smirk, hands slipping under your shirt and trailing up your bare back.

"What am I going to do?" she rasps out and you were totally fucked. Her tongue swipes across her lips, wetting them and you can feel the heat and arousal starting to pool between your thighs, completely switching the roles from a minute ago. "I'll remind you who's in charge Detka," you're hyper aware of her nails scratching down your back, the way her lips ghost yours, a small, needy sound escaping you. Her lips stretch into a smug smile, revelling in the hold she has over you. "Do I need to remind you? Or will you behave?" she purrs, moving her body so she was hovering over yours, your back flat against the soft mattress as you peer up submissively at her.

"I'll... I'll be good," you whisper out, her lips softly meeting yours. Her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, your mind losing yourself to the thought of her when she pulls back, sitting smugly on your lap, bewilderment and disbelief etched onto your face.

"So submissive," she teases and now it was your turn to blush, hands moving up to cover your face as she laughs softly, leaning back down to litter your face in soft, gentle kisses.

"Stop teasing me," you grumble and all you can think of is how karma is a bitch. "I'll send your birthday present back," you threaten when another taunting comment is on the tip of her tongue, the smug expression turning into curiosity.

"Present?" she questions and you just screwed yourself over, Wanda now eager to find out what you had gotten her, her birthday in a couple of days.

"Present? What present?" Your tone is painfully obvious, trying your best to act innocent and oblivious while Wanda just smiles down at you, her lip caught between her lip, driving you insane.

She's about to ask more questions, but a knock at the door interrupts her, Billy and Tommy by the door.

"Grandma and Grandpa are on the phone Mom," you can hear Tommy say, cheering internally as he's saved you, Wanda climbing off your lap and towards the door, letting them both in as you were both presentable.

"Your hair is funny," Tommy teases once having seen your bed hair before he and Billy jump on the bed, their small bodies squishing you.

"Your face is funny," you immaturely retort back, Wanda chuckling at your antics before moving to sit in the small chair in the corner of her room, legs crossing as she leans back against the cushion, greeting her parents.

You busy yourself with quietly talking to the twins, Billy telling you all about his dream while Tommy tries to further mess your hair up playfully, earning faux serious looks from you to make him giggle softly.

"Oh," You hear Wanda say, your head tilting to look towards where she was, her teeth biting down gently on her thumb, a habit of hers when she was deep in thought. "No, that's fine Mama, I just, I need to do something before I say I can come," green eyes meet yours, Wanda quickly saying goodbye to her mother and promising to call back shortly with an answer, the twins also intrigued in what was going on.

"Dorogoys, do you mind letting Y/n and I talk for a moment?" she asks them sweetly, both boys nodding their heads and leaving the room, saying they were going to get some breakfast, Wanda rolling her eyes when she heard Tommy ask Billy to help him raid the cupboards for cookies before turning to you, a worried glint in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" you ask, opening your arms out for her, her body sliding into your lap, arms loosely wrapped around your neck.

"Nothing, it's just Mama and Papa invited me and the boys around as they've booked a beach house for us all as a birthday present..." she trails off the end as you comprehend what that would mean. You wouldn't be able to see her on her birthday. "We'd stay over at theirs tonight and head over to the beach house in the morning as it's not that far."

"Oh," is all you manage in response, Wanda's fingers playing with the baby hair at the back of your neck.

"You could come with us," she says, her face containing hint of hesitation, "We could tell my parents about the two of us, and then you could come with us, if that's something you would want."

You grow nervous at the idea of telling her parents, a reminder of your own parents' reactions invading your mind. It had been a couple of weeks since Wanda came with you to visit your father's grave, her support and care causing you to fall even harder for the woman, still a little hesitant on saying the big three words though. She also helped you overcome some of the anxieties surrounding your sexuality, assuring you that is wasn't a bad or immoral to like who you want, the thoughts still sometimes lingering.

Would her parents react the same way? Would they be accepting? Would they get mad at Wanda? Hate her the way your mother hates you?

"Detka, stay with me," she murmurs encouragingly, placing her finger delicately under your chin and guiding your head up to look at her.

"Do they know that you-" you cut yourself off during the sentence, not sure if you should ask that.

"They do," she answers what you were going to say anyway, your face relaxing a little at the revelation. "They caught me kissing a girl in my room once," she explains and you don't know whether you should be relieved they're accepting or jealous of the other girl. "They're ok with it, I promise you Dorogaya."

"Would they care about the age gap?" you nervously ask, never having spoken about the difference in age with her. Her brows raise at that, never having thought about it deeply. You were only eighteen, turning nineteen soon and Wanda was about to turn thirty, having had the twins in her late teens.

"I think the only thing they will care about is whether I'm happy or not," she says, reassuring the both of you and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "And before you ask, yes, I'm extremely happy." You smile shyly at the older woman being able to predict what you were about to ask, leaning forward to rest your head against her shoulder.

"Do you think they will mind if I tag along?" you murmur against her skin, her smiling at the idea of you joining them.

"No Detka, in fact, I think they would love an excuse to embarrass me," she chuckles out, a laugh inevitably leaving you at the soft sound leaving her lips.

"In that case, I'd love to come," you raise your head to look at her, gazing into her eyes before adding, "Only to hear the embarrassing stories though, I still need to find out about that table story and-" Her hand covers your mouth to shut you up, an amused glint in both of your eyes as you continue to speak against her palm.

"I will protect that story with my life Detka," she says, making you smile against her.

Oh, you're definitely going to get that story out of someone.

***

Carrying the suitcases out of the car, along with Billy's superhero backpack on your back, you walk up the remainder of her parents' driveway, astonished at the mansion in front of you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Wanda murmurs while walking up next to you, carrying her own bag while the boys run up to the front door, knocking eagerly to see their grandparents. All you can do is nod in agreement, admiring the architecture and trying to focus on anything but the nerves bubbling inside you, Wanda's hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze before following her boys, letting you take in the stunning scenery.

When the grand doors open, your gaze instantly goes to the familiar woman standing at the door, her face lighting up at the sight of her grandchildren and daughter. You watch with a tender smile as she greets them all, placing many kisses on Billy and Tommy's faces to have them struggling to breath with laughter, her gaze soon turning to you, your body lingering behind. Your cheeks go red as you stand a little awkwardly, the child's backpack and bags in your hand not ideal.

Natalya simply flashes you a charming smile, a smile sneaking onto your lips as you now know where Wanda gets it from, before she walks over to you, enveloping you in a hug.

"I've missed you dear," she says, tone motherly as she walks you into the house, ushering for you to leave the bags in the hall and follow her into the living room where the twins were already playing with their Uncle. "How have you been?" she asks politely and you catch Wanda's gaze, the soft and relaxed look on her face causing a majority of your nerves to dissipate.

"I've been really good," you answer honestly, enjoying speaking with the older woman. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm fine dear, back pain is starting to creep up on me again though," she says while sitting down on a sofa, patting the seat next to you and taking you under her wing, her husband busy entertaining the twins along with annoying his children. You smile when you see Wanda trying to escape her father's grip, his hand ruffling her hair like he just did to Pietro, your gaze flickering back to the woman sitting next to you.

Before you know it, you're at complete ease, enjoying the welcoming environment and people, occasionally catching Wanda's gaze as you check up on each other, Pietro noticing the lingering looks with a mischievous grin on his face. His expression, along with Wanda, goes to dread when Natalya returns with a photo album, both twins trying to protest from the various embarrassing tales you were about to be told.

You attentively look at all the images in the album, a tender and amused expression etched onto your face as you take in all the baby photos of them, your eyes naturally drawn towards Wanda. You laugh at a funny baby photo of your girlfriend, her hair a complete mess while her hand's are covered in paint, face also containing smears of the blue paint, along with the wall and a displeased Erik in the background.

"Mama," Wanda groans when her mother pulls out another album from nowhere, this one containing photos of her when she was a little older, in her early teens and onwards.

You have to bite your tongue to refrain from making a comment about her emo phase, thoroughly enjoying the photos of her darker hair and clothes, as well as the many rings and jewellery littered across her body. There's a photo of both of them, Pietro's hair bright silver while Wanda's was dark brown, their arms slung around each other as they sat on a brick wall, the view of Sokovia in the background making you wonder what it was like there, a chuckle leaving Natalya when she flips the page over.

"Dorogaya, do you remember this?" Wanda comes over at her mother's words, standing behind the sofa and peering down into the book, your gaze glued on the woman behind you. You can't help but let your gaze roam her skin, starting at her sharp jawline before slowly travelling down her neck, then to her- Nope, not now.

Wanda smirks at you, having caught your gaze and the blush tinting your cheeks, answering her mother instead.

"How could I forget Mama," she says in a small grumble, knowing where this story was going.

"What happened?" you curiously ask, looking back at the blurry photo, too much motion happening for it to be in focus. All you could make out was a body falling backwards and someone running, but other than that you were a bit lost, Pietro jumping out of his seat and having a peek at which photo it was.

"Oh Sestra," he chuckles out, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, Wanda playfully pushing him off, "You're not still mad, are you?"

"It was my favourite jacket," she complains, laughter spilling out of her brother and mother's lips, causing a smile to stretch across your face at the light-hearted atmosphere.

"I asked Wanda to pose for a photo by the side of the canal," her mother explains, your teeth biting down on your lip to stop the laughter that was about to escape you, your mind having a vague idea of where this was going. A snicker leaves Piero, Wanda smacking him lightly and muttering something rude in Sokovian to him.

"Then this idiot had to go and ruin it," Wanda directs the comment to her brother, who stands with a proud and cocky smile on his face, Wanda wanting to say a lot worse but refraining as the twins were nearby.

"I pushed her into the canal," Pietro smugly says, crossing his arms over his chest while Wanda glares at him, remembering how cold the water was and how her favourite red jacket forever stank because of the water.

You can't help but chuckle when Wanda starts to mutter something in Sokovian, Pietro commenting back making them bicker playfully, Natalya breaking it up with a clearing of her throat, both adults cowering at their mother's stern gaze.

"Erik, dear?" Natalya says, gaining her husband's attention from the other sofa along with the twins, "Can you make sure these two don't kill each other while I make dinner?" He laughs at his wife's words, coming over and hugging Wanda, who reluctantly listens to him while he says something in Sokovian, a wide smile stretching across her face when he presses a small kiss to the top of her head.

Wanda then ends up sitting next to you and it takes every ounce of willpower to not cuddle into her side, instead just letting your knees touch with how close you were sat. Erik asks Wanda about her work while you talk to Tommy at your side, the young boy planning to sneak up on his uncle who had just disappeared to go to the bathroom. You encouraged the boy to scare him, thinking it would be funny if Pietro was the one pranked for once.

Eventually, a small scream can be heard, the silver haired man trying his best to mask the swear word that left his lips, Tommy grinning ear to ear and teasing his uncle for the bad word, running in to tell his mother.

"Such a bad influence," she teases her brother who rolls his eyes, flopping into the seat next to you and about to make small talk when Natalya announces dinner is ready.

You didn't think it was that possible to move that fast, Tommy and Pietro practically running with super speed into the dining room while the rest of you made your way there at an appropriate speed, Natalya directing you into the seat opposite Wanda, ready to eat.

Heaven was the only word floating around in your mind when you sat back against the chair, your stomach full with the traditional dish the older woman had made. How was it possible for something to taste so good? The flavours melted on your tongue in the best way possible, a blissed out expression on your face from the delicious food. Amused green caught your reaction to the food, a content smile playing on her lips as she gazes at you briefly before Billy asks her something at her side.

Once you're all able to move after eating so well, the boys are allowed to stay up a little longer past their bedtime, too excited to say goodnight just yet. However, their energy soon fades away, Billy pressed up into your side while he tries to stay awake, listening to whatever story his grandpa was saying.

"You're sleepy," you murmur teasingly to the top of the boy's head, him slowly shaking it against your shoulder, a tender smile on your face as his eyes can barely stay open. Tommy is in a similar state, his body up against his grandmother, Billy's body pressing further against you.

"No I'm not," he says in a little grumble, "I'm wide awake, see," to prove his point he looks at you, nothing but exhaustion written across his face making you chuckle softly.

"Mhmm, do you want to go to bed? I'll take you up if you want, you don't have to stay awake because everyone else is," you softly whisper, knowing that nobody wants to be the first to leave. He thinks about it for a moment, nodding shyly against your shoulder. "Come on," you give Wanda a look, her catching the silent message by the way you scoop Billy into your arms, everyone else also catching on and smiling at the boy who was practically falling asleep on you.

Asking for directions from a sleepy ten year old proved harder than you thought, trying your best to navigate your way around the mansion towards where his room was, eventually making your way there when you see Wanda walking Tommy towards his room, his feet trudging along the carpet.

Due to how tired they are, it's fairly easy to get them all tucked up into bed, Wanda looking at them both with a motherly and affectionate look before kissing their foreheads and wishing them goodnight. You wait at the door frame, her arms snaking around your waist as you step into the hallway, everyone else still in the living room.

"Are you ready to tell them?" She murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, thumbs softly caressing your skin as her hands slip briefly under your shirt.

"Yeah," you sigh out, the nerves creeping back up a little before your brain rationalises the thoughts with what Wanda told you earlier about them only wanting her to be happy. At your response, her lips slowly and intimately meet yours, completely washing away your nerves as she pulls back with a loving glint in her eyes, her smile able to completely calm you down.

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It had been around an hour since the twins were put to bed, your body sat next to Wanda as you all did the typical things once the children had gone to bed, the talk becoming more adult while everyone drank whatever alcoholic beverage they liked.

Despite your distaste for wine, for obvious reasons, you could help but watch in awe as Wanda slowly sipped on her glass of red, her hand gently tilting the glass to swirl the wine before bringing it to her mouth, looking over the rim to whoever was talking. Your gaze flickered from how her hands wrapped around the glass, to her lips, then to her jawline before settling on the floor, trying to get a hold on the inappropriate thoughts floating through your mind. She was just drinking, it shouldn't be that hot.

It was as if the older woman knew, smirking around the glass at how easily you blushed, watching you through the corner of her eyes as you zoned out looking at the floor. You seemed to be brought back when her hand subtly placed itself on your thigh, causing your gaze to snap back up to meet her soft green.

"It's so nice of you to be able to join us dear," Natalya says while taking a sip of her drink, presumably gin and tonic by the way it looks.

"It's so nice of you to have me," you say, turning away from Wanda, Pietro catching on to what his mother was trying to do and glaring at her.

"That's actually something we wanted to talk about," Wanda says as the opportunity present itself, naturally turning back to face her, unable to keep your eyes off of her. You block out everyone else around you, solely focussing on her with a smile engraved on your face, love swirling around in your eyes. You don't notice how Natalya smiles around her glass, the other two paying close attention to what Wanda was about to say. "I didn't bring Y/n along to help babysit the kids like I said on the phone Mama," her hand interlocks with yours by your sides, her eyes moving away from her parents stare and towards you, a comforting smile stretching across her lips at the way you look so enamoured by her. "She's my girlfriend," she says proudly, "And I love her."

Smiles appear on the faces of her parents, Pietro letting out a loud groan making both yours and Wanda's head snap over to the man, confusion written across her face while yours contains anxiety and fear.

"Ебать (fuck)," he mutters, staring at his mother who merely raises her eyebrow at him, smirking at her son which further confuses you both. "You couldn't have waited one more night, Sestra?" he groans, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, pulling out a few notes and handing them to his smug mother who gratefully accepts her winnings.

"You put a bet on us?" Wanda says in disbelief, the two of you significantly calmer at the happiness on everyone's, well almost everyone as Pietro sulked about losing, face, clearly elated at the fact you were together. "How did you know?"

At her daughter's words, Natalya lets out a laugh, placing down her drink and coming over to sit on the sofa with you both, sitting next to her daughter and enveloping her in a hug.

"Did you really think the twins would be able to keep a secret from me?" her tone teasing as she pulls back from the embrace, Wanda smiling to herself at the twins actions. "I'm so happy for you Dorogaya," she murmurs softly to Wanda, her gaze turning to you, "And I'm so happy you found someone so kind and special," you blush a little at the complimentary words, offering a shy smile in return.

"Me too, Mama," she whispers and you can hear Pietro going 'aw' in the background, his tone teasing as he smiles at his sister, glad she had found someone better than Vision.

"As for you dear," Natalya says, standing up and ushering you to do so too, her arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, her actions motherly. "Treat her well for me," she whispers so only you can hear, a small nod from you in return making her pull back, her smiling widening.

"I will, that's all I want to do," you softly say, her pulling you back for another hug, a breathless laugh escaping you at her affectionate manner. When the older woman finally pulls back, her father approaches you, pulling you in for a quick side hug, before speaking up.

"Welcome to the family," he jokingly says, Wanda stealing you away from him and wrapping her arms around you, your face having lit up at his words.

Family. 

You were finally part of a family again.

[the-blossica-fan]

Greetings!

The living situation in the suitcase will always be a mystery.

Like, laundry schedules: with clothes from loads of people from different eras and probably vey different methods of cleaning how the hell do they do dry cleaning? Maintance for Isolde's outfits must be extensive.

Anyways I have a fun/ angst ridden hc for Vertin: her outfit came from a tailor she met once, because clearly her outfit doesn't align with the Foundation's standard uniform, I hardly think being the TK would warrant an outfit so different to the usual colours (they really do lean towards the Manus in being darker).

I'll say she meant them really young, early on starting out as the TK, befriending a tailor in London who took pity on Vertin's attire, ill fitting field investigator outfit for a 12-13 year old. Vertin is still heavily suffering from the incident of the Breakaway so to that tailor shes a soppy wet cat in clothes that don't fit her at all.

The tailor? Up to you if u wanna flesh out who they are: attire wise VERY similar to current Vertin clothes, maybe longer and with a different accented colour. Vertin was staring at the clothes from the window until the tailor invited her in.

Two days later Vertin walks out in the attire we know today, maybe the tophat scarf thing was originally worn by that tailor, given as a gift. Probably the first clothes not dictated by the Foundation.

Ofc we probably know what happened to the people before Regulus, maybe the tailor was the first person she attempted to save in the suitcase but failed, the clothes while a little big serve as a remainder to that tailor and the little independence it gives Vertin.

If we ever met this tailor, in a miracle scenerio that we finally find a way to save the reversed I see a scenerio of that tailor meeting Vertin again, older and matured: "I see the clothes really do fit you now, right Vertin?"

(uh i made an oc didnt i. Make of this as you wish!)

Greetings once again, comrade!

Every time you send an ask it's either something fun that I'll have my time thinking over or angsty things you throw at me and I accept. This is the second.

The foundation has a thing with giving their youngest workers outfits far too big for them, it wouldn't be strange for Vertin to be walking around in a ugly gray tuxedo that didn't fit well. She had no hat but her hair would be in the same hairstyle as ever, something Madam Z gave to her.

Even then, Vertin still held that curiosity and wanting in her eyes, so when she saw a beautifully tailored suit being displayed inside the window of a tailor shop, she stopped to look at it, in a trance.

Knowing the story, perhaps this character you're describing to me is around 20 to 25 years old, but I think it would be fit for them to be around 28 to 32. They would run a tailoring business that's not doing good in money despite the works being so beautifully made, and once they saw Vertin outside with the ugly foundation fit she wore, they offered her to come in.

The inside of the shop is beautiful, covered in multiple tailored clothes and self-made outfits that surprised Vertin. The tailor would be taller with the iconic top-hat on their head and (maybe) medium length hair hanging out of it. They'd wear some nice clothes, dark but beautifully put together blues and whites that reminded Vertin of the suit outside.

She didn't carry any money so she could only speak with them, and, by accident, creating a strong friendship between the two. Vertin would pass by every time she was free and would always wonder why the shop is so empty.

One day, the tailor decided to make Vertin something that would look good on her to replace that foundation wear that made her look weird. They asked for no money, a loving gift for a friend.

It would be similar to theirs by Vertin's request. It was a little big, but they predicted Vertin would grow taller, so they made it slightly bigger to fit when she grew.

"It's lacking the hat. Don't worry, I'll make you one in no time." Said the tailor to Vertin after tailoring the suit, fixing the foundation logo in it.

The storm was approaching quickly, perhaps the 1980's storm that washed away the era completely, and Vertin knew it.

She asked the tailor if they trusted her, and after some hesitance, they nodded and (with a lot of surprise) entered the suitcase. Vertin informed them of the storm as it approached, telling them how it would wash away the eras and return to the past, but inside the suitcase, they would be safe.

(this isn't allowed to tell but Vertin broke the rules for her first outside friend who mattered a lot to her)

However, she didn't count the fact that humans could not survive the storm, and as they began to notice their body starting to turn into nothing (like Mr. Karson did), they turned to Vertin and took off their top hat.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make you a hat that fits better, but I hope you like this one.

The hat tipped to the side due to it being too big for Vertin, and she watched as her friend turned to nothing right in front of her eyes. Only their clothes and the top hat on her head remaining.

She didn't have a single picture of them, and with time, she began to forget their face and looks. After this, she bought a camera and began to take pictures of every new friend she made in case they disappeared, so she would never forget about them.

If they were to ever meet again, I think it would be back in the same era. Vertin would be elated to go back to the tailor shop and she would see, in nostalgia, how the same suit she saw back when she was 12 was still there, as if it belonged there.

She walked inside, and there was the tailor, sipping on their tea with a smile before turning to her. They hadn't changed a bit, the era returned them to the same spot they were before.

"Vertin? Is that you? Wow, you have grown so quickly! The suit fits you perfectly, I knew I was right."

And they were met with a hug, Vertin's face covered by the hat pressed against their own suit.

"mm? You're okay? You're a weird one, Vertin. Ah, is that my top hat? It really fits you"

This time, they brought them into the lively suitcase, and they wouldn't disappear like they did all those years ago.

[lazerswordweilder]

I have a headcanon about Anidala (Anakin x Padmé) which is that they got married after Ventress gave Anakin the scar over his eye not at the start of the clone wars, this is for many reasons.

1. Anakin was distraught with grief and a war had just started which was heavily involved with both Padmé and Anakin, neither were in their right minds to be making such a big decision

2. It allows some time between when they started dating and when they get married

3. It’s right after he got his scar because it was a reminder how they might die at any point and they wanted to be married

4. They got to be a little bit older before making such a big commitment even though they were still young

5. They have enough time to put together cool outfits, Anakin just wore his Jedi outfit and WHY. I’d imagine Padmés dress and hair is much more elaborate and Anakin puts on a suit (I’d imagine a darker colour but it could be anything from deep blue to look like space, to 501st blue, to red if he wanted to) and Padmé totally did Anakins hair up all dramatic

6. I’m not sure quite how the timelines match up but it means that the 501st (probably some of the 212th due to them knowing Anakin as a Padawan) will be able to get an invite and possibly Obi-Wan or maybe other Jedi or Senators depending on your other headcanons. For this post I’m just going to include the clones and a few others because I think it’s cool but it’s writers pick really.

And my favourite reason:

It means that they can be kidnapped.

They got kidnapped on their first date (when Anakin had to protect Padmé during AOTC (Attack Of The Clones), it was a horrendous date but a date nonetheless) and they can get kidnapped before their marriage (as I don’t want to ruin their big day by having a fight in the middle of it).

There are so many comparisons we can get through this

3PO and R2 having another grand old time together like in AOTC, more tolerable of each others presence, and dare I say friends, this time around

Instead of them going to rescue Obi-Wan they complain to each other while waiting for their rescue which consists of an absolutely livid battalion (probably more if some of the 212th want to come along) of battle hardened soldiers, at least one Jedi, a few Senators, and some droids who have scarily good programming and an intimate knowledge of Star Fighters and weapon systems.

You can see how Anakin and Padmé mature and their relationship gets healthier (I hate it when they’re relationship is toxic, I love them so much, if you can’t give them have a happy ending let them have a happy story, please). Which is shown in many different ways which I couldn’t possibly list all of them.

[itskindofidontknow]

God.. I really love when writers know and love what they are writing, cause it shows in the way they are writing it, and your words, scene setting and everything is just so.. Beautiful!. And I had somewhat imagined eoster to look like this?

Not skin tone and hair colour or eye colour, but the head piece and outfit and all. This was like when she first entered to dream realm after Morpheus' return.

And GOD I am sucker for angst and pain and screaming? Like that stuff wrenches my heart, and I see that in this so much, so this is like, so great! I really hope we have more angst coming up!

Thank you so much! I always say that because it’s surreal to me that anyone besides me actually likes what I write!

And believe me we do have a lot angst coming! I love to write them!

I definitely see Love wearing something like this earlier on her marriage. At some point, I don’t remember if by chapter 10 I already brought this up, but earlier, when she was still trying to make Dream like her, she tried to mimic Calliope’s style, definitely she would’ve wear something like this!

And headpieces, Love adores to wear them, but I believe her younger self used to wear more often. By the time Morpheus returns to the Dreaming, she still wears a lot of pastel colors but in darker shades, she doesn’t show much skin, her dresses are more elaborated, heavy fabrics, and cover a lot more of her skin, her style is a lot more sober.

When I wrote her in the moment def thought of Alicent Hightower and Cersei Lannister.

This was my first thought. The first image that came to my head. Alicent is young on this scene but she dresses very mature, you see some kinds of dissonance between her appearance and her attire, that is exactly what I was intending to emulate. Because Love at that moment has, as always, the appearance of a young adult woman, but she no longer has the high spirit of one. She is older, she has been through a lot.

The hair and the crown in this next photo is also what I imagine her wardrobe being at the time

And hair pieces such as this, which kind remind me more of Tudor era, they are not as elaborated, high, as they once were.

But in darker shades of pastel colors like this Cersei’s dress (God I love this dress)

[jjngkook7]

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Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]

Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she's a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

Chapter 1

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It had been a few days since the encounter with god knows who in front of her car. It took a couple hours for her trembling to pass but the paranoia persisted. She would continuously check the blinds to see if he returned and would breathe a sigh of relief every time her driveway remained void of his presence. After more pacing around in her living room and spiralling thoughts, she knew she had to call Jennie. She was not the type of person to reach out, instead, wanting to figure things out on her own but it was only a few months ago that her entire world flipped upside down. That was a werewolf and she didn’t know if she was in danger. Fortunately her best friend was dating-or mates, whatever that meant-with a werewolf herself so hopefully Jennie had answers.



As she sat in the cafe waiting for Jennie, she found herself scanning every single person in the room just to see any peculiarities, glowing eyes to be specific. Her paranoia had her jumping in her seat when she saw people with coloured contacts. What else did she have to look for? Pointed ears? Wings? Did Leprechauns exist? Was she just going crazy?

The arrival of Jennie calmed her nerves and with a simple, “Tell me what happened.” from her friend, she found herself telling a story that would make anyone look at her like she was insane.

“What did he look like again?” Jennie asks.

“I-I can’t really remember. It was so dark and I was freaking out but I remember he had black hair, long hair.” she raked her brain trying to remember details about this guy.

“Did he have a scar on his face?” Jennie’s asked cutting her train of thought.

She stared at Jennie with her mouth slightly agape. How did she know?

“Yeah…on his cheek. How do you know?” she arched a brow at Jennie who was staring intensely at the latte in her hands.

Jennie never answered her question. She waved it aside saying that she was just thinking out loud and suggested that they walk around to get their minds off of what happened. Jennie tried to reassure her by pointing out that he hasn’t come back and that werewolves don’t set out to harm people. They’re just like regular people except for the fact that they weren’t.

Jennie’s suggestion to walk around and visit the shops in the neighbourhood did prove to get her mind off on why she wanted to see Jennie in the first place. The girls spent their day trying on clothes and buying little trinkets here and there. Throughout the day however, she couldn’t shake this feeling of being watched off her shoulders. She would ask Jennie if she felt the same way only for Jennie to tell her that she was being paranoid again and that everything was okay. As the sky grew darker, the feeling of danger continued to rise in her body. This time she knew that she wasn’t being paranoid because Jennie suddenly became quiet and rushed to leave whenever they would visit another shop.

“I think we should leave.” Jennie whispered.

There was a man that the both of them had taken notice of. He had been coming into all the shops they enter and leaving at the same time as the both of them, never trailing far behind.

“Let’s pop into the restaurant on the other side of the road, go to the washroom and see if we can leave from the back.” she whispers back to Jennie to which her friend nodded in agreement.

As suspected, the man followed them as they left and entered the restaurant with them. Thankfully, the restaurant was bustling with people waiting to get seated, servers rushing back and forth and people trying to leave.

“Now.” Jennie says, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the washrooms, ignoring all the protests from the employees.

Once the smell of food disappeared and the cold winter air greeted them, they ran to Jennie’s car, never once letting go of each other's hands.

“Jennie you gotta go. You gotta go now!” she cried as they both struggled to put on their seatbelts.

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“The West Clan want to celebrate our annual winter gathering at the end of the month.” Namjoon says.

The sun had finally set and the moon was bright in the sky. During winter, everyone seemed to be a bit more energized. Yoongi, one of the older members in the pack, had the most significant change during this season. He was more inclined to join in on group activities and would volunteer to complete tasks that were ‘boring’ like patrolling or warding off other entities nearby in the forest.

“Last time we hung out with the West Clan I almost died of boredom,” Taehyung sighs, dropping his head off the edge of the sofa to look at Namjoon, “Like I actually almost died. They’re the most boring group I’ve ever had to meet.”

“I thought they were cool.” Namjoon said bewildered. He really liked the West Clan. The leader was very philosophical and Namjoon would leave every gathering learning a little bit more about the world.

“Yeah because they talk like you,” Jimin chimes in, eyes not leaving the book he was reading, “Socrates this, to be or not to be that, is this cake or is that cake?”

To Jimin’s comment, Hoseok and Jungkook erupted with laughter. Namjoon could only roll his eyes and go back to looking at his email, deciding to bring this up again when they weren’t being assholes.

In nature, wolves live in groups. They did everything in groups and that reflected in their pack's living arrangements. The cabin that the seven of them built wasn’t very pretty considering that none of them have any experience in building homes but somehow they made it work. Each of them had a room inside the main cabin and separate homes behind the cabin for those with mates. This was an agreement made mutually and silently after being awake all night when Namjoon met his mate, coincidentally during his heat as well.

“Where’s Jin? I haven’t seen him all day.” Yoongi asks, emerging from his room.

“Probably doing it with Mina.” Taehyung snorts.

“They are actually grocery shopping now that Jennie’s a part of the family.” Namjoon sighs, closing his laptop.

“Oh yeah.” Taehyung simply says smiling ear to ear.

Hearing this made Jungkook tense up. The game he was playing with Hoseok on the tv no longer something he wanted to do. Ever since his encounter with her, he hadn’t gone back. The most annoying part was how badly he wanted to go see her again. It was like trying to hold two magnets apart and no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not ignore what his body was feeling. He almost started to hate her for having such an effect on him. It wasn’t love or longing like how it was supposed to feel, but more anger and resentment. He couldn’t even control what he could physically do. Jungkook’s eyes remained in their amber color since he smelled her and it was getting harder and harder to go out and about without people staring at him-after all, coloured contacts aren’t supposed to glow. After a day, his brothers stopped asking him about his eyes instead just choosing to ignore Jungkook’s sudden change until he was ready to talk about it.

“Dude you’re in eighth place.” Hoseok’s excited laughter pulling Jungkook back into reality.

Jungkook stared at his Toad character on the screen that hadn’t moved since Namjoon’s comment. He shook his head and resumed the game with a mutter of “watch how quickly I can beat your ass”. Until this whole thing blows up in Jungkook’s face, he’ll continue to ignore it. He’ll continue to ignore her until it’s life or death.

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The car ride between Jennie and her was silent. The both of them almost too scared to speak or they’ll manifest the man that had been following them.

As Jennie pulled into a neighborhood, she noticed that Jennie’s knuckles had turned white from how hard she had been gripping the steering wheel. With how their drive had been uninterrupted and how close they were to her house, she felt like she could slowly breathe again.

“That was crazy huh?” she cleared her throat trying to ease the tension.

“Yeah what the fuck was that all about?” Jennie laughed though her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Once again, they both fell silent. As they neared her house, she made out a figure standing in the middle of the road. An all too familiar figure.

“Jennie…” she called out, her voice barely a whisper, “He’s fucking here.”

Jennie slammed on the brakes and despite the man being a few meters in front of them, it was as if he could see them so clearly. The girls sat still trying to figure out what their next move was. When the man took a step forward with the side of his lips turned upwards, Jennie put her stick in reverse and turned the car around so fast she swore the whole neighborhood could hear the screech of her tires.

“Go! Go! Go!” she screamed, gripping onto the dashboard and looking at the rear window to see where he was.

Her eyes widened and her mouth hanging when she saw just how quick this guy could run. If his speed wasn’t the culprit of her shock, it was his glowing red eyes. She felt her breathing intensify at an uneven speed.

“Jennie I think that guy is either a fucking werewolf or on loads of bath salts right now.” she yelped when she felt Jennie take a sharp right turn.

“Or a vampire. That guy is going to fucking kill us if we don’t lose him.” Jennie felt tears prick in the corner of her eyes.

“A vampire?!” she gasped now facing Jennie who looked just as terrified as her, “You’re telling me vampires exist now?!”

“Hey! If werewolves are real, anything is fucking real okay!” Jennie screamed back.

The both of them let out another scream when they heard the noise of what sounded like nails scratching on the trunk.

“Oh my fucking god! He’s right fucking behind us!” her eyes now filled with tears.

They had to figure out another route of escape because going over 100 kilmeters per hour seemed like a jog to this guy.

“I’m going to pull the e-brake and whatever direction we face, just step on the gas!” she cried giving Jennie minimal time to brace herself. Taking a chance, she ripped the e-brake sending the girls drifting. It seemed to daze whatever was chasing them and in the small space of his confusion, Jennie went back to stepping on the gas in the opposite direction. There was only one location in mind where Jennie knew they would be safe, she only hoped that they would make it there in time.

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The night continued with more laughs and jokes targeted at Namjoon. Jungkook had managed to beat Hoseok in ten rounds of Mario Kart which Hoseok accused Jungkook of somehow cheating and throwing the controller to Jimin vowing to never play with Jungkook again. Instead of accusing Jungkook of cheating, Jimin resorted to calling Jungkook all sorts of colorful names ending with “fucker” when they switched from Mario Kart to Super Smash Bros.

“You’re such a bitch!” Jimin screamed when his character K.O’d again.

Jungkook wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. He threw the controller aside and got up to stretch.

“I’m done with gaming. You guys suck.” he teased, feeling satisfied with the dirty looks both Hoseok and Jimin shot him.

Following his comment, Jungkook got up and let out a big, exaggerated yawn to further rub salt in their wounds. As he was about to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, the hairs on his back stood up and he felt his stomach drop. Jungkook rapidly spun back around only to see his pack mates lounging and relaxing. His heart began to race and his canines were itching to unsheathe themselves. Something was very, very wrong. He walked towards the window and looked to see if there was anything outside only to be greeted by the moon and swaying trees.

“You feel it too?” Taehyung’s voice suddenly beside him.

Jungkook glanced briefly at Taehyung. His eyes were also glowing and his brows furrowed. Whatever it was, it seemed like only the two of them could feel it.

“Looking for your next victim to bully out there, Kook?” Jimin taunted.

When neither Taehyung or Jungkook answered, the entire room became quiet.

“Hey you guys okay?” Jimin asked, standing up to go over to them.

The rest of the pack followed behind Jimin, everyone tense and ready to pounce at any sound.

“There’s just something off.” Taehyung muttered, sounding like he was speaking to himself.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon nudged.

Jungkook replied with a grumble. He strained his eyes to make out anything out of the ordinary, becoming more and more frustrated as the minutes passed.

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“I thought you said werewolves don’t set out to harm humans!” she called, hoping Jennie could hear her over the roaring wind.

“Not if they’re rogue!” Jennie called back.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” she cried, feeling hot tears stream down her cheek.

In the time they spent escaping this monster, the both of them had escaped death numerous times. How they’re alive, she’ll never know. Jennie’s right side mirror had broken off and three out of the four windows were smashed from ramming into other cars or poles. None of them seemed to notice how many shards of glass were piercing through their clothes and embedding themselves into their skin. She vowed that if they were still alive after this, she would devote herself to whatever God out there wanted her.

“We’re almost there.” Jennie breathes out like a mantra.

Trying to see through her blurred vision from the unending tears forming in her eyes, she could make out a long dirt road with trees surrounding them. In the far distance, she saw one single light and smoke rising from the top. She didn’t care where Jennie was taking them, as long as they were safe. As if the creature could hear her thoughts, it swiped the back of Jennie’s car eliciting another ear splitting scream from the both of them.



“Did you hear that?” Yoongi said, his voice a hush.

The rest of them craned their necks to see where that scream came from. Every single pack member now on their toes.

“What the fuck…” Taehyung breathed as he inched away from the window making his way to the front door, everyone following behind.

The winter cold phased none of them who were all wearing either short sleeves or shorts. As the sound of a car engine grew closer, Jungkook could feel his heart hammer harder and harder. The veins on his arms protruding and his canines now completely in full view. Succumbing to their instincts, Jungkook and Taehyung stepped off their porch and slowly approached the sputtering light coming towards them.



Jennie’s head craned back and forth between the cabin and the creature chasing them. She needed to know how much longer she could keep her car going before either Taehyung came to their rescue or before they died at the hands of the monster behind them. She knew her car couldn’t take much longer and cursed loudly when she saw the hill they’d have to climb.

“Jennie! I just wanted to say I love you and I’m glad you’re my best friend!” she blurted out, gripping onto Jennie’s shoulder.

Now was the best time to say goodbye. There was no way they were making up that hill.

“Don’t say that! Don’t fucking say that! We're not going to die!” Jennie screamed, her face covered in tears and cuts from the broken glass.

A loud thump was heard on the trunk and Jennie’s car sputtered to a stop. She reached out to grab Jennie’s hand and they both squeezed onto each other like their lives depended on it, which it did.

Nothing was heard except for their trembling breaths and the horrible sound from the creature's body against the metal of Jennie’s car. There were so many noises coming from the hood of the car that it was hard to pinpoint exactly where this creature was. After minutes of screeching and scraping, everything fell silent. Her eyes darted side to side, hyper alert to any sudden movement. As more silence was all they could hear, they clung onto their last thread of hope that they had finally been left alone. As Jennie moved a shaking hand towards her keys to try and restart the car, a head popped down from the trunk and smiled sinisterly at them. This thing was no longer the man they saw walking amongst them earlier, but a creature with big red eyes, rows of razor sharp teeth and splotches of red and black covering its skin. In the blink of an eye, its arm broke through what was left of Jennie’s windshield and latched onto Jennie’s hand. Instinct took over and Jennie screamed the only name she knew in her darkest hours.

And just like that, Taehyung and the rest bolted down the hill. The blood in Taehyung’s body boiling when he saw a rogue werewolf attempting to pull the love of his life out of her wrecked car. All he saw was red and if reincarnation was real, he would look for this piece of shit and rip it limb to limb through all his lifetimes.

“Stop! Stop!” she felt her heart in her throat as she held onto Jennie attempting to pull her away from the creature.

She closed her eyes trying to block out the snarls and saliva flying from its mouth as it tried to wedge its body into the small opening of the cracked windshield. She hugged onto Jennie’s body and sunk into her seat trying to free her legs from the cramped leg space. The last thing she could do was go into an all out fight with this thing in order to save her best friend’s life. She managed to pull most of Jennie’s body onto her side and maneuver her body so that most of Jennie’s body was between her and the seat. In the midst of the monster trying to come through the windshield, it sliced open its arm, freeing Jennie in the process. What made her sick to her stomach was how it didn’t even care and continued its rampage to try to get to them. She made sure to hold onto Jennie tight and tuck her away as much as she could.

“Get! Away! You! Ugly! Bastard!” between each word, she kicked the creature in the face as hard as she could, the sick thing laughing each time her foot made contact with its face. One last kick was all she could muster and she was going to make sure she gave it all she could. If they were going to die, no one could say they didn’t go without a fight.

With a painful groan, she raised her foot and aimed right for the monster’s nose. To both her and Jennie’s surprise, the creature went flying onto the road. It wasn’t until she heard Jennie whisper Taehyung’s name when she saw his figure grab the monster from the road before savagely ripping it apart. This time it was Jennie trying to shield her friend from the gruesome view by covering her eyes. She flinched every time the creature howled in pain or when she heard the sound of its bones being crushed. Once all she could hear again was her breathing and Jennie’s racing heart, she slowly opened her eyes to see a bunch of men standing around what was now the creature's bloody carcass. As her breath began to steady, Taehyung snapped his neck over and she was met with the angriest glowing eyes she had ever seen. She winced and closed her eyes again.

“It’s okay, it’s just Taehyung. We’re okay now, it’s okay.” Jennie sobbed.

Both sides of the door flung open and she felt a pair of hands on her side pulling her out of the car making her latch onto Jennie once more in fear of being pulled apart.

“No! No! Stop!” she cried trying to fight against whoever was touching her.

“Hey, it's me. It’s Namjoon, it’s okay. Nothing is here to hurt you anymore.”

He slowly peeled her away from Jennie and brought her into his arms. The poor thing was trembling covered in glass and blood. She clung onto Namjoon’s t-shirt trying to scan her environment just in case they needed to run again. She looked over to see where Jennie was and finally felt a sense of security for the first time tonight when she saw Taehyung cradling her and soothing her. Jennie completely melted in his arms and allowed herself to sob in his chest because she knew she was safe.

“Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok! Go scan the area to make sure there are none of these things left!” Namjoon barked.

Jungkook was an unfamiliar name. She wondered if he was the one who couldn’t make it to Jennie’s birthday party. She tried to figure out which one Jungkook was but it was too dark and the adrenaline made it hard for her to focus. Obeying Namjoon’s command, two figures ran past them into the woods.

“Jungkook.” Namjoon said between gritted teeth, irritated that the youngest one wasn’t listening.

She looked around to see who Namjoon was speaking to when she saw him. She knew those eyes and she knew that scar. The moment they locked eyes, they both felt a familiar surge of electricity run through their bodies. With flash of his canines followed by a snarl, Jungkook disappeared into the forest with lightning speed.

Jungkook. That was the one she saw in her driveway that fateful night.

[dungbeatposse]

THE RAMPAGE AND COLOURS PT. 2✨🎨

turns out i am diligent enough to complete the series! thanks again for reading my rambles!! it's been really fun writing like this, using my thinker to delve deep into stuff. again, i'll try to keep it simple and short.

i'd love to here other's thoughts on what colour they think the rmpg member's are, and maybe i'll do another for other groups too :DDD

if you hadn't read part 1 yet, go here. there i covered likiya, zin, riku, kenta, rui, yamasho, kazuma and hokuto. now, i'm gonna finish it off with the last 8 members. note, these were harder to think about than the first post (and when i say hard, i mean fucking HARD). so buckle up yall.

shogo - celeste (#95bfbc)

initially, i wanted to give shogo a warm colour. maybe a yellow or orange, but it didn't feel like it suited shogo for me. i knew i wanted to choose a colour with very vintage vibes. then, celeste caught my eye. it's a bright blue that looks well on its own, but when paired with warmer colours, it shines brighter. shogo might not be one of my favourite members, but he is his own work of art. calmer, but still with a bright presence.

shohei - pale chartreuse (#cde37f)

it was either yellow or green for him. bouncing between two, i had a difficult choice to make. then, i went "why not the middle?" chartreuse is very striking and is mostly a colour that looks amazing on its own. however, it's also strong with other colours, being able to stand out amongst them. shohei is not just his goofiness, or his more hard-working side. for me, chartreuse is a colour that combines both of his strong aspects into a vibrant person that is shohei.

itsuki - ginger (#f0a748)

ok, i'm gonna be honest. i chose ginger because of mars. i couldn't help it! i also thought about giving him a white colour, but it didn’t really fit as well as orange did. i think that he also has very orange cat energy. he very much does his own thing and has a tiny bit of a chaotic side too, though his initial vibe is cool, calm and collected. like itsuki is a cat trapped in a human body.

kaisei - sea green (#43a36d)

when i think about kaisei, i think of strong. not just physically (gaddamn that man is CUT), but also how mentally strong he is. pairing that with how his soft and friendly his character is, i just knew i wanted to give him a nice natural colour. something that matches his growth and resilience while also maintaining a nice calmer shade to match his softer side. i think something like sea green that was rich and vibrant was perfect for kaisei.

makoto - royal blue (#3238b3)

i know, ruby red is probably a better choice, but here me out. makoto always gave me a very regal vibe, with his strong features and the way he carries himself. considering his h&l character having a blue theme, the cooler aura he tends to have and the regality he was giving me, i think royal blue suits him well. the deeper, richer blue tone that sticks out elegantly matches what i think of makoto.

ryu - wine red (#521e1c)

ryu was always going to be wine red for me. it’s a colour that’s not too obvious, but also not something that’s going to disappear into the background. along with the fact that ryu looks fucking great with darker reds, i specifically chose wine red because it’s a colour that isn’t bold but still manages to have a strong impact. it matches his less outspokenness, but his beautiful aura of both maturity and softness.

takuma - peach orange (#f0654d)

i think i default creativity as a shade closer to pink/peach. i initially wanted to go for salmon red, but i settled on something closer to orange because 1) his hair and 2) it’s closer to a spring colour that suits him. i admire his creativity and his interests in art and fashion. for me, takuma has a refreshing aura that’s both sweet and soft without being too subtle. which kind of made me think of peach flavoured konjac jelly.

takahide - light green (#83bd68)

oof. takahide… he was like the final boss. i cycled through several options before settling on this one. there was yellow, orange, light pink, red, even pastel purple. i started to look through his older looks, tsuji looks etc. i thought about giving the whole ass rainbow but that would be a cop out.

then, i thought about his relationship with ryu. where ryu is shyer and reserved, takahide is the opposite. making them mirror each other would be perfect! giving him a light green was a choice i never saw myself making. but somehow, it worked. maybe it’s because of how naturally charismatic takahide is (i always tend to associate charisma with green), maybe it’s because he does quite a few green hair looks, or maybe it’s because his emoji is a goddamn frog.

but it works!

[ericshoney]

The Mafia Boss ~ Chapter five

Y/n's POV

Its been a week since Jay visited me at work. He's not returned since. Lia came back from her break and after getting a bit of girl advice, a self talk and long hard thinking, I decided to text Jay.

Y/n: Hey its Y/n. So about that catch up?

Jay: Hey, you've thought about coming over? Or are you texting me to say your done with us all?

Y/n: I want to come say hi, on one condition.

Jay: That is?

Y/n: Sunghoon's not around, I don't even want him in the house. I get all of you heading out at once would look strange so can you make a plan? I'll drive over now, be there in twenty.

Jay: Deal. See you then.

After getting Jay's reply, I put my phone in my pocket, slip on a jacket and grab my car keys. I sit in my car for a moment. I start the engine and begin driving. I don't need to try and remember, the route to the house a map in my mind. I did live there for nearly three years. As its late, there is a bit of traffic, people heading home, some heading out for a good time. The city never sleeps.

After twenty minutes of driving, I pull up at the familiar set of black, iron gates. The large, golden letter E shining bright. As I pull up, I go to press the buzzer but the gates open before I could. I drive up the long driveway and park outside the big mansion. I see a few cars and motorbikes parked up.

I get out my car, walking up the grand steps and knock on the door. A few minutes go by before the door opens and I see Niki, standing tall, dark locks falling over his eyes and just like Jay, dark ink littering his soft skin.

"N-N-Noona. C-C-Come in!" He calls, a surprised look on his face.

"Thanks, Niki. Didn't Jay tell you I was coming over?" I ask, stepping into the house.

Niki shuts the door and offers to take my jacket. I smile, letting him take it off. One thing I was always proud of is how much of a gentleman he and the others became.

"No, he told us boss had to head out for a meeting, but nothing else." He answers. I nod, happy Jay sent Sunghoon out. I'm not ready to see him.

As Niki and I walk into the living room, I hear the loud laughter I remember. We walk in and I see the others sitting around and when I see them like this, they just look like a bunch of happy young adults and teenagers. You forget for a moment they kill for a living.

"Hey you made it! Nice surprise isn't it, Niki?" Jay calls, hopping up from his seat, coming over to greet me in a hug. The others all look over in shock.

"Hi guys. Bea." I said, giving them a wave.

''Defiantly a surprise.'' Niki said, giving me a smile.

"Is this why Hoon's out?" Heeseung questions.

"Yeah, so if he comes back in a bad mood, send him my way." Jay answers.

They all nod. As I look at each of the guys, I see they have all grown taller, their cute baby faces slightly gone, all of them looking more mature and as the same as Jay and Niki, tattoos covering their skin. When I look at Beatrix I see she's also got a few more tattoos, plus her natural hair colour now dyed a lilac colour. One thing I notice is the guys look much darker, while Beatrix is still her bright self, most probably keeping the guys sane.

"So Noona, its lovely to see you, but how come you've visited now?" Jungwon asks as I take a seat.

"Jay came to where I work last week. Suggested I come visit. I agreed if Sunghoon wasn't here." I answer.

"You missed us?" Beatrix asks, smiling wide at me, the dimples on her cheeks showing.

"Honesty I did, Bea. All of you in this room I've missed." I answer, making them smile.

"Well, we have a good hour before Hoon comes home, lets have a catch up shall we?" Jake suggests.

I smile and nod, hoping Sunghoon doesn't find out. I won't know how to feel or react if I see him.

[emberswrites]

RE-POST due to formatting headaches, I hope it's all here this time...

Prompt Game - Gee I wonder who could have possibly sent this one. Hmm, a true mystery.

Featuring, Fem!Sasuke. CW: Step-fantasy where KakaSasu are step-siblings.

"Sasuke! Come down and say hi to your brother!"

"Step-brother," Sasuke mutters under her breath, adjusting her tennis skirt. Kakashi was always looking at her like he was laughing at some inside joke at her expense, tugging at her clothes and asking what magazine had told her to put this outfit on. Shows what he knows, Kakashi was barely better dressed than the average college frat boy, and that only thanks to her mother buying him clothes before he'd left.

Kakashi is leaning against the counter when she steps into the kitchen, a mini-pizza in his hand. Freshly baked of course, Mikoto had been preparing to spoil him for his return over winter break to make up for months of canteen food and frozen dinners in his dorm.

"Hi." Sasuke greets shortly, leaning over to grab a bite herself when he decides to hold the tray over their heads. He's far too tall for her to reach it and she glowers up at him, trying not to fall into his chest as she strains on her tiptoes.

"What, that's all?"

"Be nice, Sasuke," Mikoto scolds, stirring a pot on the stove and briefly looking over her shoulder. "It's not you, Kakashi. She's been stressing over her final year, applications, you know how it is. Sakumo will be home soon, I want you both playing nice by then."

Sasuke grumbles, but acquiesces and wraps arms around Kakashi's middle, leaning her cheek against his chest briefly.

"Hi. Welcome back."

If she's honest, she has missed him-

"Ouch!"

Kakashi looks at her innocently, like he hadn't just pinched her side, exposed as her sweater rode up. He raises a brow, bringing the tray down again.

"Pizza?"

She takes that back.

She hates him.

---

Sasuke surveys her underwear drawer after her shower. Mikoto had bought her some new things last week as a treat for acing her midterms, a little more mature, hints of lace and in darker colours. She pulls on a pair of dark green panties and turns in the mirror, eying how the lace panels accentuate her hips. Green isn’t her usual colour but…shrugging, she pulls a large shirt over it and climbs into bed.

It's not long before she tosses the covers off and pads down the hallway, though, unable to sleep. Kakashi’s room is on the other end, a blue light seeping out from under the doors. She pushes open the door, shutting it silently behind her. Kakashi’s laptop is on, softly playing some music as he scrolls through his phone. He doesn’t greet her immediately, only huffing out a laugh when she slips under his covers and sidles up against his bare side, leg coming up to brush against the soft sweats he’s got on.

“So you did miss me.”

“Shut up. You’re the worst.”

“Mhm. That why you wear my shirt to bed?”

She flushes, she’d forgotten actually. She bites his shoulder in retaliation.

“Whatever. Take it back. Give it to one of your girlfriends, see if I care.”

He does laugh then.

“Forgot how jealous you are. Fine.”

She nearly shrieks when his hands move to tug the shirt off, struggling weakly until it’s pulled off and tossed aside somewhere. He hovers over her, grinning at the sight of her underwear.

“You suddenly forget you a judo champ, sis? Wanted to make sure I see you in my favourite colour?”

He moves down, his long gravity-defying hair brushing her bare nipples and belly as he does, before his teeth are tugging at the band of her panties.

“No, don’t take those off!”

Kakashi hums, moving back up so he can lay on his side and hover over her, his hand sliding past the band as she arches into his large palm.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t.”

---

It’s a couple days later that Sasuke flops onto the couch where Mikoto is flipping through a novel, shuffling her way into her space to lay her head on her mother’s lap. Kakashi is out with old friends while he’s in town and she’s bored.

“Spoiled,” Mikoto says fondly, running her hands through Sasuke’s hair, “Sweetheart, anything you want to tell me?”

She looks up, frowning, “No, why?”

“I mean, are you seeing anyone? I know I gave you the talk and those condoms but do I need to make you an appointment with the doctor and get you on the pill?”

“Mom!”

“What?” Mikoto looks halfway amused, halfway annoyed, “Sasuke, you know I still do your laundry, right? There is no magic laundry fairy.”

Sasuke blinks then, turning a shade of red so profound she can feel the blood pumping through her face. She vaguely remembers tugging off her soaked panties that night after leaving Kakashi’s room, and carelessly tossing them in the hamper without thinking before hopping into the shower.

“Your brand new panties too…you know those weren’t cheap. Do try to be careful. Whoever he is, seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

Sasuke doesn’t need that reminder.

“Do you like him?”

Obviously, she wants to say, too much. She just shrugs, “Yes.”

“Will I get to meet him someday?” Mikoto asks then, poking her cheek.

If only she knew.

[grimae]

What/who, were your inspiration(s) that contributed to your art style? Any advice or techniques that you learned to help implement them to your art?

I've been searching for dark fantasy artists that have somewhat the same type of drawing style. I'm heavily inspired and would love to learn how to make my art have the same feeling to it.

Difficult question but I'll do my best to answer it as coherently as possible! First of all - massive inspiration for me is 80s and 90s fantasy, folklore, video games, music, the usual. I always jokingly said that my art style is the result of a person who has been sat in front of Diablo 2 at a way too young age but the game is still one of my biggest inspirations in art. Especially as time goes on I massively prefer those old school late 90s, early 00s graphics over any remaster. Beyond that, campy and colourful 80s fantasy in the vein of Ridley Scott's movie Legend is much more appealing to me than the next gritty and eternally grey HBO series. I'm also a big fan of Sergei Parajanov and his movies tho. As it stands with dark fantasy, I truly believe that while it's also often a core feature of it, it as a genre is not ultimately defined by gore, blood and mature topics, but rather a raw and unfiltered experienced that is not supposed to be palateable to a broad and corporate audience. In my experience, people writing and designing dark fantasy things for the market create the most shallow and boring content filtered through 50 layers of "what is cool and badass" instead of "what is unique and feels honest". This one goes more for writing but writing and drawing goes hand in hand for me - starting in the 2010s I feel like there's a belief that a story can only be mature if people say fuck often enough and if the setting is as grim and hopeless as possible, ultimately resulting in dishonest and shallow writing. You can see it in many things, such as Netflix' Castlevania, which carries over nothing of the games awkwardness that resonated more with me than any cool one-liner. When it comes to designs, give me Blasphemous' Altasgracias, a three-faced bearded and naked woman, over any badass Artstation dude bro design. I massively adore quirky and goofy aspects in darker settings. It took me very long to be interested in Dark Souls because I thought it's just going to be another throwaway epic fantasy game, as this is what people tried to get me into, until a friend told me about dumb stuff like Frampt dangling from the ceiling and Big Hat Logan, which clicked with me more than Cool Badass Boss Fight With Orchestra Number 24. I don't think I can help you much with techniques. I draw massively on intuition alone and describing why I do what I do is difficult. I can give you basic art advice in the vein of composition, lighting, yadayada, but why my style looks the way it does... dunno, I sieved it out of the dirt, then cooked it with all my interests until everything evaporated and this was left at the bottom of the pot. As for the music side of inspiration, I mostly listen to Black Metal, Neo-Folk and Trip Hop. Bands like Bethlehem, Kinit Her, Dead Can Dance, E-L-R, Portishead, Ulaan Passerine, Rope Sect are always on.

This post got long. Have some pictures under a read more, and thank you for the interest and the ask!

Diablo 2

Blasphemous

Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors \ Тіні забутих предків by Sergei Parajanov

The Colour of Pomegranates by Sergei Parajanov

Album cover of Storm of Radiance - Kinit Her

[kiasnocturnality]

⋆ :₊ ᥫ᭡ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒖

⊹ ° . tips: be sure to only begin your play-through from the main menu. Your choices have consequences and will unlock different scenes and endings.

The man in front of you visibly bristles when you refuse to allow him to search you. Why would you? His jaw clenches for a moment before he bites the inside of his cheek in thought. He seems even more suspicious of you than before now. You have nothing to hide but you don’t know what he’s hiding either and you’re not about to gamble your life on him being a harmless but cautious man after everything that’s happened already. 

“Very well, you can use the telephone. Though, I’m still your host and I would feel a terrible gentleman if you left you in this state. I’ll have the staff prepare a change of clothes and meal for you. Come along.” His tone is prickly, almost haughty. He clearly is not fond of you but nor are you of him. He beckons you with a wave of his hand as he goes out through another door and begins leading you through the manor’s hallways. 

You walk in silence until he brings you to the dining room. He turns back to face you and looks you up and down, examining how your clothes occasionally drip and are so soaked they’re clinging to you like a second skin. 

“Can I offer you a change of clothes?” He offers. You don’t trust him but you’re also freezing and drenched and a change of clothes couldn’t hurt. It seems like an unusual pretence if he wants to attack you: surely he would do it right now if he attends to finish you with brute force?

“That would be very nice, thank you.” He nods in acknowledgement of your decision. The mysterious man then goes over to one side of the room where he rings a bell and the nearest door cracks open. You cannot see who is behind it but you catch whispers of a hushed conversation. 

“-Prepare… tonight… perhaps… clothes too.” From Alois. 

“-Hunter then?” A mature female voice replies.

“-Sure as of yet… telefone… mess… up, ok?” 

“Yes, my Lord.” Spoken much more clearly. Obviously, the rest of the conversation was kept from you on purpose. The woman, approaching her middle-ages, steps out, dressed in a simple black and white uniform with blouse and fitted trousers. 

“Come along, my Lady, you’re soaked through. We’ll have a change of clothes prepared for you immediately.” She says. You give a little nod and follow her, wanting out of your wet clothes. Alois is proving himself to be more trustworthy and you hope that you’re doing the same in his eyes. The maid has faded red hair that fades to darker roots that show she likely had it a bright red colour not too long ago and is now trying to grow it out. She leads you to a guest room and opens the wardrobe where she pulls out a few shirts and bottoms, trying to find clothing in your size, if the way her eyes flicker from you to the material is anything to go by. She presents you with a simple dark blue jumper and black bottoms. 

“And your shoes, please.”

“My shoes?”

“Yes, they’re making quite the mess around the manor.” 

“Oh… of course. Sorry.” You slip them off and watch as she picks them up and exchanges them for a pair of socks passed into your hands. You change into them and follow her back to the dining room where the white-haired man is sitting at the head of the table. There’s a bowl of soup and bread prepared at the seat he had directed you to earlier. When you sit, he gestures to the food. 

“Forgive me but I’ve already eaten.” He says and you give a simple nod, swallowing thickly as you recall the glass of blood you found at his seat not that long ago. You glance down at the orange-red tomato soup and the little garnish set in the middle of it, sliced bread and butter on a little side dish nearby. 

⋆ :₊ ᥫ᭡ “This is very generous, thank you.”  ⋆ :₊ ᥫ᭡ “I actually ate shortly before the crash too…” You refuse to eat the food, it could be poisoned. 

[glitchy-anime-fan]

Has anyone else been doing something and while doing that thing you suddenly realise something about a show/character that you feel like should have been super obvious?

I’ve recently gotten back into making friendship bracelets after YEARS of not making them. Since I’m slowly getting back into Black Butler I decided to use some of the characters colour palettes as inspiration for the bracelets.

I’ve already made Alois and I’m currently working on O!Ciel and it was while working on Ciel’s that I realised something; the amount of colours in their palettes matches their general personalities.

Now in this instance I’m not talking about colour symbolism, I mean the amount of colours in their palettes.

Take Alois for example: for a little context both bracelets I’m using the characters hair, eye, and primary outfit colours. For Alois his palette consists of a pale/platinum yellow, icy blue, forest green, and a dark plum purple colour. This is a white a few different colours. It’s a bright and colourful palette for an overall excitable and energetic character. Alois is always dancing and moving around and overall acts just like an energetic 14 year old, so it makes sense that he has a lot of colours in his palette. He also has a lot of mood swings which you could attribute to the combination of light and dark colours; the lights show his energetic and childish side while the darks show his darker sadistic side.

On the other hand, Ciel’s palette is literally just grey and shades of blue. He has a very consistent and limited colour palette when compared to Alois. When I was looking for reference pictures a lot of Ciel’s overall outfits consist of primarily a dark blue with a lighter blue accent (this is not including the pink dress or his commoner disguises). To me I think this relatively small palette fits Ciel’s over all calm and mature personality. Ciel doesn’t often express his emotions and is overall just a reserved individual. This fits into his more limited palette especially when comparing his more consistent/stable personality to Alois’s more unstable and every swinging personality.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say on the matter. I literally just want silly character bracelets, not to have a whole epiphany regarding colours that should have been obvious 🫠

[iamnot-theboynextdoor]

okay but props to neil gaiman, miranda richardson and the costume, hair and make-up teams for creating two very distinct characters!

i love that madam tracy and shax look and sound SO different, and yet there's one thing they have in common: they're both huge fashionistas who always dress for the job they have. and underneath that layer, they're total opposites again. here's why:

the first time we see madam tracy, she's got these long girlish lashes and very pale shades of eyeshadow/lipstick on for her Intimate Relaxation gig. her eyes look so *round*. she's got her light curly blonde wig in an up-do, and her baby pink sheer negligee and sheer dressing gown (which is apparently called a peignoir- so fancy!) and it's all perfect for someone trying very hard to Be The Fantasy (read: look way younger than she is).

and for her Spirit Summoning gig, she's got much heavier lashes and darker lipstick, but her eyes are still the focus. they're shaped *less* round, but still *round*. her wig's coppery red, eye-catching, styled much shorter but very neat. she's wearing a long, flowy top in jewel tones - paired with the heavy lashes, you take a mere glance at her and go "ah, yes, fortune teller".

and when madam tracy dresses down for her lunch with and proposal to shadwell, her make-up is very light. she doesn't have *big* fake lashes on, but you can still see her coat of mascara. as marjorie, she looks like she's *really* trying to show shadwell that she's just a Normal Person too- not a Jezebel or an Occultist. but she's not wearing *no* make-up - marjorie's still going for a very feminine and pretty look. she's still wearing a bottle blonde wig, but it's down and tidy and not super styled like her other wigs, it looks simple, like she only ran a brush through it. her clothes are plain and comfortable looking - the thought i keep having for this look is it's very English Mum. it's just as curated as her other, way more ostentatious looks.

madam tracy dresses for the jobs she has, marjorie dresses for the life she wants. (she would be a fucking great LARPer. i'm just saying.)

conversely, the first time we see shax in her Undercover-As-Human look, her eyelashes are barely noticeable and the focus is on that heavy, perfectly straight winged eyeliner that could cut a bitch! it makes her eyes look small, narrow, *sharp*. her lipstick's colour-coordinated to her incredibly elegant outfit- this is a demon who went earthside for the first time and decided to fucking serve!

shax is going for glamour, mystery, slightly intimidating, and perfectly put-together... to compensate for the fact that she's a little bit lost in her new role. ("was it always this easy?") it looks like shax worked So Hard on this Human Disguise, only to make it topside and discover her job is mostly superfluous. she's still learning the ropes ("either make a phone call or appear mysteriously, don't do both") and under her mature look and low-profile, quiet voice, there's still a degree of naivety ("are you making fun of me?" "would you know if i was?").

(she doesn't have the winged eyeliner on in her battle outfit, but she also doesn't look Fucking Gross like the other demons. she went to all the effort to put badass Hell armour on, but her face is pristine.

maybe as the Earth Operative she's expected/allowed/tolerated to not look Fucking Gross - crowley never looked Fucking Gross (in a demonic way; period-accurate facial hairstyles aside, i say lovingly) and i think he would refuse to look more demon-y if told to - he's got the eyes and the tattoo, what more would you want? i don't know yet if shax Secretly Enjoys looking nice and clean for once, or she's just very dedicated to dressing professionally.)

it's all the perfect accent to miranda's brilliant acting. Madam Tracy The Sex Worker has this light, airy, faux-innocence voice (unless she's discussing details up-front- she drops the babygirl voice when telling newt it'll take her a while to squeeze into the leather pinny). Madam Tracy The Veil Parter is low-key and Fake Dramatic; she does her Little Colleen O'Leary bit and a terrible cold read- and then miranda goes absolutely hogwild and Real Dramatic as aziraphale (and then ron) possess madam tracy. and i could write a whole separate post on miranda-as-aziraphale (it's michael in the ADR booth, of course, but he has to match her performance and mouth movements). and as marjorie, while her Normal Person Outfit is so deliberate, she's not putting on a voice. she's relaxed, generous, making plans, and going after what she really wants (nothing like the world almost ending to give her some perspective!), and she's doing it as *herself*.

all of tracy/marjorie's voices (even when she speaks as herself) have this sort of breezy, upper register tone to them. but as shax, miranda drops the pitch of her voice right down. shax does not airily dance around vocally; shax sounds very mature (to match her outfit!). she's not monotone, though, just subdued and subtle. she knows crowley is persona non grata, but brings him his mail, feeds him information, hoping for some reciprocity (train me how to be an Earth Operative, maybe take on some of my assignments under the table, "hell doesn't care *how* it gets done", we could have our own Secret Arrangement *crowley is blatantly ignoring her, Arrangements are for his angel only*); even after a few years of trying to convince crowley, she hasn't seemed to notice that he's Not Interested.

madam tracy tries to sound young, innocent, entertaining, and heightened; but underneath it all, is quite sensible, knows she's Of Retirement Age, and is ready for it. she's done pretending to be ditzy; it's very emotionally mature of her. yay, character development!

and shax is the opposite; she tries to sound mature, knowledgeable, competant, and cool. but underneath it all, she's very much The Oblivious New Guy At Work. she doesn't get why it's redundant to have a face-to-face and phone conversation with the same person at the same time. she doesn't understand crowley's sarcasm, or pick up on him not caring to help her with her work (he'll gladly hear whatever information she's freely offering, though. shax, this is not an exchange, you are not slowly wheedling him into a business partnership, you are just doing favours for the *persona non grata*- which is quite nice of you, actually!)

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Part 19 - Treat Her Right (Set in 2021)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here Chapter 13: here Chapter 14: here Chapter 15: here Chapter 16: here Chapter 17: here Chapter 18: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Kirby's P.O.V:

Eddie treats Kirby to everything she wants for the six weeks after she gives birth, date nights at every restaurant he can find Within Yonkers, massages, full days spent shopping for stuff, both things for Kirby and the twins. Slowly getting Kirby and the twins used to longer car rides. Gathering everything they need for the twins and themselves and doing the long, ten hour, drive down to Florida.

Ethan Page is the first person to greet them at the Airbnb the next morning, Friday 2nd September 2021.

"Oh hi, I'm guessing you heard the news." Kirby chuckles when she answers the door, still in just an oversized shirt, boxer shorts and her black yoga pants she slept in.

"I was told you had the babies." Page beams.

"Ethan, meet Emyr and Ethan."

Page's eyes light up, "You did not."

"yeah, we named him Ethan, I kept thinking about how long you've known Eddie, and how much you and Eddie have impacted each other's careers."

"Oh my God," Page hugs Kirby tightly, "you're so sweet."

"Don't squeeze me, Ethan, I had a bad night last night."

"Oh no, everything okay?"

"Yeah, Eddie decide that we would relax with a couple drinks… and I only had one beer I felt off. I think my body's rejecting anything bad for the twins."

"Maybe, Renee did say that you're breastfeeding." Page shrugs.

"Wifey, what's goin' on?" Eddie asks, walking up behind Kirby in just a tank top and boxers.

"I'm introducing Ethan to Ethan." She smiles softly, feeling Eddie wrap his arms around her waist.

"Emyr has my eyes, Ethan has his beautiful mother's eyes." Eddie murmurs.

"Oh, so they aren't identical… they look almost identical."

"Small differences," Kirby whispers, "but I can tell my boys apart"

"How?" Page asks quietly.

"Emyr has green eyes and faint freckles on his face and shoulders. Ethan has blue eyes, no freckles but he does have… oh, what's it called, a port-wine stain? Basically a birthmark covering his right knee and part of his right thigh."

"My sons, my adorable baby boys." Eddie kisses both of the twins' heads.

Emyr yawns and opens his eyes, bright green like Eddie's. Emyr takes more after his father, slightly more tanned skin and harsher features, seemingly only taking his mother's freckles, his hair a darker shade of blond than his brother. Eddie picks his eldest son up, letting 'All Ego' see the similarities between him and his first son.

"Wait here, Mox got us stuff, it makes the boys look a lot more like Eddie." Kirby whispers to Page, heading to grab a box from the bedroom.

She returns to the nursery with a small box, 'Emyr' is written on the top in Renee's handwriting, she opens it and places the box in the cot, taking Emyr from Eddie to change his diaper and dress him. A black and yellow baby grow, a small graphic t-shirt with Tupac on it, a faux rosary with a pacifier instead of a cross, baby-sixed timberlands and a baby-sized black, Yankees cap.

Page starts giggling when Kirby hands Emyr back to Eddie, she heads off to get the other box as 'All Ego' pulls out his phone, dressing their younger son in an almost identical outfit, the only difference is the t-shirt, a baby version of Kirby's Ice Cube shirt. Eddie holds both of his sons up and Page takes a photo.

Ethan opens his eyes when Page holds him, showing off the bright blue eyes he's inherited from his mother, his features are softer than Emyr and Eddie's, paler skin, a softer jawline, a thicker bottom lip and much 'kinder' looking brow-line. As Kirby described he has no freckles or beauty marks. His skin is more porcelain in colour than his brother's sun-kissed tone.

"So, how's it feel to meet a baby named after you?" Kirby asks as she takes baby Ethan back into her arms.

"It's amazing, he's adorable. His brother's also adorable." Page smiles softly, clearly trying not to cry.

"Eddie still needs to think of who their godfathers will be. I know that Renee will be their godmother, and Ruthie can't be because she's their grandma. If she weren't related to them though, she would for sure be a godparent. I wouldn't have gotten through the pregnancy without her."

"How are you handling being a mother? I heard someone say you were told you couldn't have kids."

"I view my boys as miracles, mainly because I was under the belief I couldn't get pregnant, let alone pregnant with twins," She chuckles when Eddie hands Emyr to her, "What're you doing, Pá [dad]?"

"Gettin' a can of Red Bull from the fridge, mama," He kisses her gently, "I love you," he runs his fingers over the scar on her cheek, "my badass beautiful wifey."

"You owe me a coffee, Jefe [boss]."

"Jefe, you callin' me 'Jefe' now, Ma?" Eddie chuckles.

"Head of the household, ain't ya, big boss, El Jefe [the boss]?"

Eddie nods, grabbing a can of Red Bull from the fridge and sitting next to page on the couch, "Well, Ma, I may be the head of the household. But you, oh brotha, you are way more powerful than me."

"Yeah, I've seen clips from C.R.C, you've lifted guys who are five-hundred pounds plus." Page adds.

"That's because it's part of my job." Kirby shrugs.

"Lifting five-hundred pound men, Ma are ya hearin' yourself? 'I's part of my job'? To lift five-hundred pound men?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at his ivory-skinned wife.

"Yes, during my time in C.R.C it was a part of my job. Eddie, during your time with C.Z.W it was your job to do death-matches." Kirby raises an eyebrow back at her tanned husband.

"She's got you there, Eddie." Page mutters.

"You stay outta this, this is between me and her." Eddie grumbles.

"Oh, did I touch a nerve, Edward? Did I touch a nerve there?" Kirby smirks.

"Cierra la boca [Shut your mouth]." Eddie growls.

"Hazme [make me]." She growls in return.

"Ven auqí [come here], Mami." Eddie gets up, going over to Kirby, lifting her chin roughly and growling as he kisses her.

"Te amo [I love you], Papi." She whispers against his lips.

"Page, you may wanna leave… now."

'All Ego' gets up, leaving quickly. Eddie takes the twins, placing them in the cot before hoisting Kirby over his shoulder, taking her to the bed and making out with her.

"You little slut." Eddie growls against her lips, climbing over her.

Kirby flips their position and straddles his lap, "I'm only a slut for you, Papi."

"Damn right, ya only mine, you wanna fuck your Papi, Ma?"

"So soon after havin' twins, only if you use protection, Papi."

Eddie smirks, "We could go dry, or I could get off watchin' you get off." He suggests.

"Mutual masturbation or dry humping? I'd really prefer if you-"

Kirby goes silent when she hears the front door open, both her and Eddie sharing a worried look.

"Eddie?" Moxley's voice echoes through the house, "Kirby? You have guests… He Emyr, hey Ethan, how're my nephews doing?"

"So close to lettin' you tear my ass in two, but no, we have fuckin' visitors." Kirby grumbles.

Eddie's eyes light up, "Fuck them, you've never let me do that before."

"Eddie, no… Edward, we have guests."

"Fuck." Eddie grumbles.

Kirby and Eddie's shared sour mood is quickly dropped when they see their guests.

"Jack!" Eddie grins, letting out a breathless chuckle.

"Eddie!" Marciano chuckles, pulling Eddie into a tight hug.

Kirby looks from her former commentary partner to the other guests, Renee, carrying her and Jon's daughter Nora, and three others. One a rather tall, tanned man with waist length black hair in a long braid, wearing one of the old C.R.C merch shirts and jeans. Ashkii Tsinajinnie. The second, a short Japanese woman, a pink shirt with 'Sakura Power' written on the front and pink gym shorts on, matching her half-pink, half-black hair. Yoshi Nakagawa. The third and final guest from Kirby's past is an average height, around five-foot-seven, black man, nearly 300 pounds of both fat and muscle, his head shaved, wearing black sweatpants and one of Kirby's merch t-shirts from before she was gluttony.

"Mike! Mikey?!" Kirby starts tearing up.

"Kirby… Princess? Lawd a massi!" Mike pushes past Ash and Yoshi, taking Kirby's face in his hands, "Oh, Princess, breathe easy, you an Empress now, baby gal." His Jamaican accent brings back a flood of memories from his and Kirby's shared past.

"Mikey, I missed ya, ya dope." She whispers, taking a deep breath.

Mike holds Kirby close to him, kissing her cheek and rocking her to keep her calm, "Oh, mis sistren, look at you, an Auntie, not jus' an Auntie but a Mammy now."

"Eddie, what's wrong?" Jack whispers.

"You're Mike" Eddie asks, completely astonished, "You're the guy she's cried over? You…" Eddie's astonishment turns into anger, "You kicked my wife outta your home?!"

Jack and Mox rush to hold Eddie back. Kirby pulls away from Mike and rushes to Eddie, holding his face, witnessing the rage in his eyes.

"Eddie, calm." Kirby whispers, her jaw dropping when Eddie pushes her aside.

"No, not wit' him. You," Eddie points at Mike, "you helped Damien get in her head, you knew she didn't want to be gluttony, if her parents weren't around she would have been homeless, you could have helped her but you didn't! I understand now why ya ring name is 'Monster', because you are one!" Eddie yells, getting up close with Mike

"Eddie, don't." Kirby rushes up to the side of both men, trying to push them apart.

Mike pushes Kirby away, by her face, knocking her to the floor, "How the fuck do ya know about my past, huh? She been tellin' you tings she ain't got no right to talk on."

Mike storms out, taking Ash and Yoshi with him. Kirby storms off in the opposite direction, leaving through the back door, hearing Eddie's footsteps behind her as she walks, going down the back alley between two rows of houses.

"Ma, wait!" Eddie hollers.

"Go fuck yourself, Kingston!" Kirby yells as she continues walking.

"Babe, just give me a chance."

"To do what? To ruin more of my chances at ever gettin' a friend back?"

"If he did that shit to you, was he ever a friend?"

Kirby stops walking, standing completely still as she thinks about it. Eddie's right, Mike practically handed me to Damien. he willingly let me get brainwashed by that tyrant.

"Doll?" Eddie whispers as he walks up behind her.

"Fuck, Eddie, I'm sorry… you're right, he fucked me over, he let me go."

Eddie wraps his arms around Kirby, checking if she's been hurt, "Breathe, ya a'ight, a'ight?"

"Yeah, yea… I'm good."

Eddie leads her back to the house, right as Emyr and Ethan wake up, the boys crying when they wake up.

"Oh, my baby boys." Kirby runs to the cot, picking up her sons and holding them close.

Marciano and Moxley check up on Eddie, Renee helps Kirby feed the twins, grabbing a bag of breastmilk from the fridge. Renee gives Ethan a bottle of breastmilk and Kirby takes her shirt off to feed Emyr.

"God damn, look at those tits!" Eddie hollers.

"Eddie, I'm feeding our baby, don't you get all fuckin' horny on me."

"Look at how fuckin' sexy you are though," Eddie smirks, kissing Kirby gently, "ya so sexy, Ma, so beautiful."

Kirby shakes her head, chuckling softly when she looks over at Renee. Renee mouths 'Go kiss him'. Kirby finishes feeding Emyr as Eddie walks out to the garage. She hands Emyr to Moxley, putting her shirt on as she walks to the garage.

"Eddie, hold up." She reaches for his hand as he gets to the car.

"What's up, Kirby?" He raises an eyebrow as he looks at her.

"Uhh… well, I… I wanted to do this…" She whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, gently at first but slowly heating up when Eddie puts his hands on her waist.

"Oh fuck, Ma," Eddie whispers against her lips, "every time you kiss me, it feels like the first time again."