#This is so real your brain is glowing anon

[lynnbutlertron]

Rayman and Globox got the type of relationship that is so close that they’re practically married but if anyone pointed out they’re like a couple they’d be confused l.

ANON YOURE SO RIGHT. I AGREE WITH YOU SO HARD HERES MY ARTISTIC INTERPRETATION

[ozzgin]

I'm the anon who asked if your requests are open and i got busy assignments + presentations that i almost forgot about the request but now i remembered and it's based on my dream i saw that night..

How about a vampire who lost his relic (presumably a ring) and reader happens find it and tries it on, now the vampire is all panicking because guess what? That was a betrothal relic and it has binded the vampire's soul with the one of reader. They can't pull it out/take it of.. oh well, now they are stuck and obviously the vampire hates the idea of being stuck with a pesky human but hey they are kinda stupid..? How tf they tripped on thin air? Or how they are still alive even after being food poisoned 5 times a month? Vampire is now babysitter for his human *sighs * what has he gotten himself in..

(Please add yandere elements later on, my brain stoopid but i want a hot Victorian era vampire being obsessed with me ^^ muah!)

(I'm sorry this is so lengthy TT)

Yandere! Vampire x Reader

Featuring a ridiculously lucky Reader who constantly manages to escape a Vampire's assassination attempts. Did someone order a supernatural edition of enemies to lovers?

Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, romcom

[Monster masterlist] [Original works masterlist]

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" your friends gasp in unison, eyes fixated on the fallen ceramic pot that scarcely missed you, now laying shattered at your feet. You laugh reassuringly and wave your hand in dismissal. "It's the fifth time it happens today. Maybe there's a storm coming?"

From within the shadows, menacing eyes glowing red follow your movements. "Damn it!" The mysterious man curses under his breath. He stares enviously at the bulky ring on your finger. The ring bearing his Family signet, where part of his very soul resides. It has stayed with him for centuries, and somehow, to his utmost shame, he lost it. By the time he rushed back to retrieve it, you were carelessly sliding it down your finger. He wanted to strangle the life out of you right then and there, but he felt it: the immediate surge of contractual power, dominating his will and holding him back from breaking your bones. "It's a little tacky, isn't it?" your friend remarked. You nodded in agreement and tried to remove it, but the metal band tightened around your skin, painfully constricting your digit. It was stuck. It was too late.

Now he has to rely on cheap trickeries like this one. Sure, he may not be able to directly plunge his fangs into your neck, but the bonding curse does not shield you from "accidents", you see. It would be a real shame if that flower pot was to land straight into your head, ending you instantly and thus breaking the connection with him. Except you simply refuse to die. A mystery, a paradox, one that enrages him to no end. It's almost as if the ring is bringing you fortune at the cost of his misery.

"Have you had any luck removing that ugly thing?" the person standing next to you mentions. The vampire lord grits his teeth at the blasphemous words. This is what's become of him: a deceitful buffoon, having to sit and listen to his inheritance being mocked relentlessly. He holds back the urge of shouting that thousands have bled to death in order to forge that magnificence. "Not at all", you respond idly. "I tried taking it to a jeweler, and she said she could try to cut it, but she ended up having a heart attack right in the middle of it. She didn't even look that old, maybe it runs in her family?"

Unbelievable. The thought of reclaiming his relic haunts every second of his day, to the point he's become your shadow. Stalking your every move, your every breath, observing his prey and waiting for an opportunity to strike. He can already picture that pathetic face of yours, twisting in pain, begging for-...huh. Well, look at that, you're reading one of his favorite books. Perhaps you do have a little taste, after all. It won't save you from your terrible fate, but he might skip the prolonged torture.

There's plenty of quotes out there about knowing your enemy in order to guarantee your victory, though one might wonder where the limit of such knowledge resides. Or what counts as useful to begin with. The vampire lord is presently wondering about this very aspect, as he mouths your coffee order from a distance. Less sugar, huh? You did mention losing your sweet tooth. He shakes his head indignantly. Absolutely not! The throb of his heart is fueled by raw hatred and nothing else. One of days he will savour your demise.

Your ridiculous luck might just end today. You've taken a shortcut on your way back home, and didn't expect a shady, burly man to block your exit. A perverted grin stains his face as he approaches you, twiddling with his pocket knife. "Alone at this hour?" You frown and try to find a way out, but the man suddenly begins to heave and convulse before your eyes, grasping at his chest as the skin shrivels and dries. He collapses at your feet, body wilted as if it's been emptied of its vitality. The Vampire Lord clicks his tongue.

To think he'd rush to rescue his sworn enemy, a pitiful mortal like you. He didn't even get the chance to consider the aftermath. You stare at the stranger, confused but observant. Pale skin, crimson eyes, unnaturally sharp canines...and the fact he just drained a living being into a bloodless corpse: everything hints to one possibility. "Are you by any chance a vampire?" you find yourself mumbling. "You must've graduated from Harvard with those deduction skills", he responds sarcastically.

Everything else unfolds in a haze. Wasn't he planning to kill you and retrieve his ring? When the hell did he offer to walk you home to avoid more creeps? Why is he twirling his hair sheepishly whenever you praise his demonic powers? Oh, but it gets worse: why did he suddenly feel the urge to kiss you before returning to his cursed lair? Why did he accept your invitation to spend the night at your place instead? One moment ago, he was doing his best to curse you off this Earth. Now he's tugging stray strands of hair away from your blushing, whining face, asking you if it hurts. Damned human.

"How did you know I like this? Have you been stalking me?" you joke, nudging your undead boyfriend and setting the gift aside. "More or less", he confesses with a yawn. He recalls all that time spent dutifully spying on your oblivious self. "You know, a human like you shouldn't be able to dodge death like that." He turns to you and scans your features. Then, abruptly embarrassed, he ruffles your hair to block you from noticing his blush. "I suppose my failure was the better outcome. It's not too bad, having you around."

[mitsuyeaah]

hey, i was wondering how bonten (or ran, rindo, and sanzu) would act if they misunderstood a situation between you and your older brother and they got all jealous. (no inc*st or step-cest or anything like that). it’s a funny trope so i thought i’d ask lol

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

syn: bonten trio accidentally misunderstanding a situation between you and your older brother.

TR ft. RAN, RINDOU, SANZU

cw: swearing, jealous!bonten trio but other than that, just pure fluff, pet names (baby, babe, princess, darling)

a/n: sorry this took quite a while, anon! wrote this while i was at the gym hehe

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RAN HAITANI

— tries to understand the situation. ran tries to keep a cool front, keyword: tries. he knows he’s mature enough to not jump to conclusions but it’s driving him absolutely crazy so he resorts to confrontation.

“oh, hey babe! just getting this sorted out.” ran stared at the scene in front of him, he could feel his limbs tingling from he didn’t know what exactly—jealousy? anger? confusion? you sat on the living room floor, assembling the new coffee table you and ran had bought; it was all fine until his eyes landed on a man sitting across you, helping with the furniture. what the fuck? you had come up to him so casually with another man in his presence, kissing his cheek as you greeted him. were you not ashamed one bit? guilty? that another man was under the roof the two of you shared? stepped foot in a home designed for you and him only? ran stood there, pools of lilac boring holes onto the unknown man’s head.

you turned to ran, noticing the shift in his aura but his eyes were locked onto the man next to you. before you could call out his name, he opened his mouth, “and who might you be? didn’t know we had a.. guest, if i may.” his tone was flat and cold but a saccharine smile made its way to his lips as if to taunt the man. you furrowed your brows, “ran—” “no, princess. i want to hear from him. he’s got his own voice, yeah?” you blinked up at ran as he cut you off. was he being for real right now? why was he being rude?

your older brother let out an awkward chuckle and scratched at his nape, “i’m- i’m their older brother.. uh, nice to meet you, ran haitani, right?” your sibling hastily stood up, jutting out an arm at ran who looked like he had seen a ghost. every single feeling was drained from his body at the man’s introduction. well shit. “darling.. i’ve told you about my older brother so many times.. do you not remember?” ran wracked around his brain. shit. shit. you had told him but he somewhat forgot about it.

he stood there for a few seconds before quickly shaking your brother’s hand, “oh fuck, i’m so sorry! shit shit— i didn’t mean to be rude at all!” ran’s eyes widened before profusely bowing in front of your older brother. you bit back a smile, ran has never acted like this before—it was such a sight to see him all flustered and embarrassed. a man who’s nothing but self assured turned into a flustered mess in front of your brother. “you treat all strangers like this..?” your brother mused, clearly joking. ran’s mouth opened and closed as he turned crimson red. both you and your sibling laughed out loud at his awkward state.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RINDOU HAITANI

— waits for you to admit it. rindou is not a man of many words, he doesn’t really like confrontations and would rather hear it from you without him having to ask you—even if it swarms his thoughts day and night.

“you know.. you can tell me anything..” rindou’s deep voice sliced through the peaceful silence of the night, the vibrations from his chest going straight to your ear as you lie your head atop it. there was this slight hesitancy in his tone that made you furrow your brows, “hm? what do you mean?” you angled your head to look up at his face—his amethyst eyes were cast with the warm glow of the bedside lamp but you could see the swirling storm behind it. rindou stared straight ahead, his hand had stopped rubbing your back. he bit his lip, feeling a lump in his throat as he mustered the courage to say something. to address the elephant in the room.

“i.. i know you’re seeing someone else.. i saw another man’s shoes at the doorstep when i came home.” upon seeing it earlier, rindou turned and left to clear his thoughts. he closed his eyes, his hand that hovered over your back balled into a fist. furrowing your brows, you put the pieces together in your head and before you knew it, a wide grin was plastered on your face. rindou’s eyes shot open as you burst out laughing, no sign of guilt on your face. he was confused. “wha—” “baby.. those shoes you saw earlier? they were my brother’s! he came by to meet you but you came home later than usual.” you buried your face in his chest, shaking with laughter.

rindou’s brows shot up, “but— how— you didn’t tell me..?” “i texted you, remember? though i don’t think you replied at all.” realisation sank in and rindou wanted the bed to swallow him whole. his phone had died and had no way of charging it, hence why he didn’t see your text earlier. he buried his face in his palms as he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. how could he be so silly? “fuck, how embarrassing.. i’m so sorry for assuming, baby. i—” “baby, it’s okay.” you tried to console him but ended up bursting with laughter at the situation, earning a deep sigh from rindou and his face shielded with his hands.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ HARUCHIYO SANZU

— immediately jumps to a conclusion. sanzu is a very clingy partner, he sees another man next to you? he sees red. doesn’t beat around the bush, and he gets straight to the point—this behaviour of his, he’s picked up from doing his job in bonten.

“who the hell is this?! are you cheating on me?” you almost dropped the plate you were holding at sanzu’s loud voice. there he stood at the entrance of the kitchen, sleeves of his button down shirt rolled up, hair tousled—a clear sign of a rough day from work. a vein was prominent at the side of his neck as he questioned you. sanzu narrowed his eyes at the man who stood next to you, not only was he in his kitchen, he also wore his apron. “sanzu! that-that’s not the way to greet my brother!” you took a few steps to stand in front of him as you saw rage brewing behind his azure eyes; it all quickly dissipated as his eyes darted between the two of you. oh. you two did have the same eyes.

sanzu bit his bottom lip, embarrassment quickly swallowing him. he remembered his outburst a few seconds ago and he wanted nothing but to crawl into a hole. “ah.. um.. my apologies. didn’t know you had an older brother.” he sheepishly smiled at you, scratching at his nape. “well now you do. he was so eager to meet you, you know.” you raised a brow at him before proceeding to set up for dinner—with the help of your older brother. sanzu awkwardly stood there, feeling out of place. he locked gazes with your brother before shuffling to his feet and warmly greeting the man; you playfully shook your head at sanzu as you heard him profusely apologising, his tone much calmer and quieter now.

throughout the night, sanzu kept close. he fully knew you were still a bit upset at how he acted towards your brother. he didn’t blame you, it was entirely his fault. he was clingy—a hand on your thigh, an arm slung around your waist, his shoulder touching yours. you’ve already forgiven him earlier but you wanted to see how far he’d keep up with this; it was cute to say the least. how he followed you like a puppy with it’s tail between it’s legs, clearly guilty of his actions.

© mitsuyeaah

[frogchiro]

so sorry that u had to clear ur askbox because of some dickhead 😭😭😭😭😭😭 if it isnt too early to send a headcanon again... can i request some cow reader and wolf alejandro... because my weird little brain cannot resist inserting alejandro into situations.

also human cows are a real fetish called "hucow". just so anons out there are aware....

Wolf Alejandro is literally the worst :(( He may be very large and heavily build with strong muscles, a bit of chub and soft thick fur but he's crazy agile when he wants to be! And what he wants the most is getting to sneak into your private pen and get some of your milk and a taste of your pussy :((

He would sneak in during the night when he knows Price was already done with herding the unruly bulls back into their separate stable and is done doing a last check up on you for the night.

Imagine just rearranging the many pillows and blankets in your bed when you suddenly are spooked by the glowing eyes of the big bad wolf Ale :(( You knew the large male, you saw him prowling on the edge of the forest but it was during the day with everyone present and now you're cornered and left alone with an apex predator :((

Alejandro licked his lips and ran his tongue over his sharp canines as if reading for a meal before he prowled closer and closer to you until he could basically smell your delicious sweet scent and your milk♡

Please, just be a good girl and let him suckle a bit♡ You don't have babies yet and all that milk is supposed to go only to Price?? How selfish of him. Before long Ale has you on your back, his iron grip keeping you from wriggling too much as he suckles to his heart's content and your pretty moans only fueling his need for you♡

[deathbxnny]

Alright! After debating which characters i want to use for this idea, i chose Lyney! So can i request Lyney x reader where he and reader does a ballroom dance under the moonlight. The Merry Go Round of Life ost is honestly a perfect song for a ballroom dance so i have to request a ballroom dance! Also this ask is kinda similar to your Furina post, but..

Let me explain:

So the reader is Lyney’s crush and Lyney is also the reader’s crush. Their love for each other is mutual but both of them have yet to confess. The reader is wating for Lyney to be the one to confess while Lyney… Lyney plans to never confess to them. Despite really wanting to, he can’t. He won’t because if he does that would mean getting the reader involved in the Fatui which he vehemently does not want to happen. So he trapped the both of them in this dance of Will They or Wont They because while he doesnt want to be actual lovers for their safety, this dance will at least let him believe an illusion that they are one. He knows the reader will get tired of this dance but that’s fine with him. He will enjoy every second of this dance until the reader eventually finds a new dancing partner lover.

But until then, he will let himself believe this illusion as it lets him forget all his problems and be in love for once.

(I should probably mention that i have yet to play Fontaine so idk how accurate Lyney is in this request but even if he does date someone, i still think he wouldnt be too keen on having his S/O involved in his Fatui business. Am i right on that assumption?)

- Flower Anon 🌸

I love your brain, Flower Anon! This is such an interesting idea, but I might change it up a little, so I hope you like it anyways and I thank you for your request!<33

(Part two)

Content: Heavy angst?, Mutual pinning but no confession, hurt/kind of no comfort, ballroom dancing, hints of depression, Lyney is a bit of a liar, sfw Reader has no metioned pronouns!! ((Not fully proofread))

《No happy endings. (Lyney x Gn!Reader)》

In a way, Lyney always knew his love for you would backfire eventually.

Whether it was due to his own actions or his family's "business," he knew this couldn't ever turn out the way he wanted to. That eventually, he'd have to pull away from you for good. But he was selfish for way too long, perhaps even in denial. He ignorantly thought he could manage his many lies with the same ease he balanced his magic tricks on stage. And yet, it all came to a head the day "Father" told them of their important mission.

A mission he knew would end in nothing but heartbreak and loneliness.

He ofcourse tried to prolonge his doom for as long as he could, mainly because he just couldn't let go of you. He didn't want to, and it was so painfully obvious to everyone around him. It didn't help that he knew that you loved him back, too. Neither of you ever dared to confess, however, something he was thankful for until now. It made things a little easier, or at least it did, until you one day visited him at one of his street shows with a letter in hand, inviting him to a grand ball in the theater.

You were glowing under the bright sun, your smile wide enough to make him breathless. Lynette gave him a glance, an unreadable one he still understood anyway. After their last meeting with their "Father", she had bluntly asked him what he was going to do with you now. This wasn't the first time she had asked him this either. But everytime she did, his words would dry out in his mouth and he'd be left there speechless, unable to come up with a solution.

The issue was clear as day, however. It's either he confessed to you or he didn't. For a while, he entertained the idea of doing so, just so he can finally hold you the way he so desperately wanted to. But Lynette wasn't letting him dream anymore. If he confessed, then he'd have to lie to you about everything. And it was inevitable that eventually, one day, you'd find out about their real identities. Would you stay then? Freminet quietly shaking his head at his older brothers question was enough to make him finally wake up to the reality of the situation.

No, ofcourse you wouldn't stay, because he had deceived you for so many years. Perhaps you'd be able to look past the Fatui aspect, but not the lies.

He hadn't been the same since and everyone noticed. Even you, who was so desperate to cheer him up from the unknown issue that was clouding his mind. Always so ready to help him through everything, despite not knowing you were the cause of his plight. And he regrettably loved that about you the most.

"You... want to go to the ball with me? Ah... I-" "-Please? I've been wanting to go with you for a while, and I'm sure it will do us some good to catch a break." You said quickly, afraid of his rejection when you haven't even tasted the beginning of it yet. The blonde man bit his lip, his eyes meeting Lynette's for help, who simply looked away stubbornly. She had warned him of this. At this point, she wondered who's feelings she was really trying to save. Her twin brothers or her dear friends? She didn't know and hoped it would all just come to a quick, painful end.

Lyney sighed softly, unable to ever say no to you in the end, as he forced a smile to grace his lips. "Why ofcourse then! Let's make the night count!" He said in his usual grandiose tone, his heart fluttering as you gave him an excited giggle and hugged him, quickly taking your leave with a gleeful thanks. The twins watched you round a corner, the young man deflating with every step you took.

He pressed a hand against his face the moment you disappeared, his breath a little uneven and shaky. His smile wobbled until it finally dropped entirely. Even smiling had become too exhausting to do. Lynette simply stared before she shook her head and crossed her arms tightly. Someone had to be the responsible one here, and as much as it hurt her... she had to be the one to push him over the edge. "You'll end it after the ball. You have to." She whispered to him, leaning in close enough to notice the teary, near empty gaze glinting in his eyes.

He always loved too hard.

"I... ofcourse I will. You're right." He muttered in a near daze as he gathered up his cards off the floor from a previous performance. He looked so small, all his pride and grandiose having been shattered the moment he realised that his life and free will never belonged to him to begin with.

---

The days flew past him afterwards and by the time the night of the ball arrived, it was like he had woken up from a bad fever dream. He stood in the now crowded theater room, dazed and dressed in a lavish suit he only barely remembered to have put on with his siblings' help. He had attempted to stall having to come here, but his "father's" dark glare from the door way made it clear that she wasn't going to entertain his "distraction" being around him anymore either.

Fountaine's whole existence stood on the line, so how dare he hesitate? How dare he care about being heartbroken, when people are going to die?

His hazy mind nearly didn't recognize your radiating form when you approached him in absolute glee. Your hands took his gloved one's, tightly grasping them, as you spoke of your happiness to be here with him. You had dragged him outside onto one of the massive balconies, the moonlight mirrored in your beautiful eyes, and for a moment, everything around him disappeared. He could hear your words slow down, the panic kicking in full force when he realised what you were attempting to do, his mouth moving faster than his heart could stop it.

"Lyney, what I want to say is that I lov-" "-Let's dance. Let us please dance." He whispered breathlessly, his head spinning as he grasped onto your hip and took your hand into his. He couldn't process the hurt in your eyes, the way you pressed your lips together, tried mentally reasoning with yourself that he hadn't indeed just bluntly rejected you.

But he was quicker, the music filtering outside from the grand ballroom and mingling with the warm night air, as Lyney waltzed with you to it's melody. His mind was racing with so many thoughts and possibilities, his brain and heart tearing at his soul into opposite directions. He was hesitating. Despite knowing exactly what he had to do, the words just couldn't spill out yet. He gave himself time until the end of the song, his face flushing with a misplaced sense of excitement for being so close to you at last.

Yet you knew something was off about him. Perhaps it was the way he danced so clumsily. Perhaps it was the growing anxiety in his eyes that couldn't look into yours, and maybe it was the way his breath was so painfully labored, as though something was weighing down on his heart, suffocating him. Whatever it was, it made you slowly become frustrated.

Years of showing your affection to the magician seemed to have been brushed off and forgotten in that moment. And you weren't foolish enough to believe that he didn't feel the same for you. So what was he waiting for? What was holding him back? You couldn't understand, and so, when he spun you out, his hand only weakly keeping you from getting away from him, you finally uttered the words that burned on your tongue.

"Why are you hesitating?"

He looked at you for the first time since the waltz began, his eyes widening with unshed tears as he gulped, his throat so painfully dry. The melody was about to end, the orchestra leading up to it with suspense, somehow fitting for what he was about to do. He was happy that, despite everything, he was able to delude himself into thinking you two can be one, even for a single night. So perhaps his only regret was to not have been born in the right time and world for you.

"Because I can't love you. Not in this life. But I promise that nothing will stop me in the next."

The music came to an end, the wild and near deafening roar of the crowd in the ballroom filling this sobering silence between you two. It was his best performance, his best final magic trick, in which he'd make his own heart vanish. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your hand, unable to look at your shocked and tear-filled expression.

Lyney had made peace with himself and the situation in that moment, even when you wordlessly pulled away from him and quickly ran past him. He stood under the moonlight, still bowed, his hand reaching for nothing until he summoned his hat from thin air and elegantly put it on his slicked back hair. The blonde turned to look behind him as he did so, only barely seeing you vanish in the thick crowd as you wiped away your tears.

And somehow, he had it in him to smile, not out of amusement of what he had done to you, but rather at the realisation that he truly always did belong to a puppet show in a way.

What a shame that the script had no happy ending from the start.

Alrighttt... I hope this was okay for you, Flower Anon! And sorry for taking so long, exam season is not for the weak...

[lexi0widow]

Nah because everyone says Masky gets no pussy- BUT THAT MAN GETS IT, IYWIM?

So, could i get Masky trying to rizz up his crush, and she’s just like:🫣🤭 LIKE A BLUSHING MESS. Brain shut down, she can’t talk because all she’s thinking is “oh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to me-”

her face is so red and so heated up that shit could power solar panels. She’s practically glowing-

LMFAO REAL

MASKY x READER

Its no secret that people say that Masky doesn’t pull

However when you heard this for the first time you were shocked

Fucking flabbergasted even

You’ve always had a thing for your masked companion

Even though you vowed to never tell him in the hopes of not ruining your friendship

So when you came down for breakfast morning it wasn’t suprising to see Masky sat at the kitchen island

You two greet each other as usual befor eyoy take a seat beside him

‘What are you doing today? Everyones on missions and if you’re not busy i was hoping we could chill in my room.’

‘I’m not doing anything buy now that you mention it- I’d much rather be doing you.’

You instantly go red

Where did thag come from?!?!?

Was it a joke?

How do you respond?

And then he laughs at you!

WTF???

‘Calm down darling i’m only playing.’

The nickname makes you weak at the knees

‘Though judging by the look on your face you wouldn’t mind if i wasn’t joking huh?’

You feel like you’re gonna pass out

‘I- Masky? What are you doing?-‘

He just cuts you off with a kiss

‘I’m gonna be doing whatever you want me too for the next few hours’

Hes holding your face looking at you with a sinister smirk

‘Masky- I- whats up with yoy today?’

‘M’ pretty sure i should be asking you that.’

Your mind is RACING

Hes so pretty

He smells so good

I want him

MEOW

‘I love you pretty girl~’

‘I-‘

She softens and smiles

‘I love you too Masky’

I hope that way okay!! Thank you so much for the request anon!🫶🏻

[kit-williams]

I was accosted by brain worms and now so too must you suffer alongside me with the stream of consciousness bullshit. So Blood Angels are an artistic sort and we know Sirus has a poetic streak in him but what about visual art I wonder. Would he try and depict the beauty of blood dripping down his Moonlight’s listless body with a brush or a pen? Would he trace words of endless devotion onto her skin with his fingers as he drank from her or would he smear her blood against canvas because no shade of paint could ever compare to the real thing? When he indulges in his sweet Moonlight does he revel in the memories woven through his mind from her open veins? Do they guide his hands as he tries to give his beloved pleasure in return for the paradise she gifts him? Is there any masterpiece finer than her splayed beneath him painted in candlelight, hazy with desire and dotted with bloody kiss marks?

Do with these ideas what you will, friend, go nuts! Be raunchy be romantic, whatever your heart desires, the choice is yours~

-🍐

tw: yandere, blood (I mean its a blood angel)

Sirus was an artist like all Blood Angels and his brothers had grown concerned as his art was depicting more and more his desire... this desire for blood. His Moonlight was in every canvas... always wearing something red and something around her neck. He tried painting her nude... and he painted her with bite marks... in the throws of passions embrace but there was something missing.

Sirus smeared the crimson liquid across the canvas as he smiled deliriously as crimson coated his mouth and was running down his neck as his fangs no longer itched. But he was struck with how sweet her blood was... how wonderful his Moonlight was to him even if she had tried to run.

She whimpered weakly on the bed as she was so weak from blood loss... Sirus also fucking her to the Throne and back did not help either but she wasn't really able to complain as cum oozed out of her sex as Sirus was busy painting with her blood. She forced herself to her legs as they felt like a newborn animals legs and the world spun.

She ignored the manic way Sirus was hopping between several canvas' as he smeared her blood on them finishing his art piece. Her hand moved toward the door controls but the world tilted hard on its axis that she fell just before she could get to it.

"Moonlight~♥" He trills as his eyes look like they are glowing as he finishes smearing a large painting of her with blood. "You shouldn't be out of bed beloved." She laid there just focused on breathing as her Blood Angel pulled her away from her freedom for the night leaving her in his tender mercies as he used his tongue to clean her skin.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon

[btsmosphere]

50

50: we barely know each other but you're the only person I know who likes this band so please come to their show with me

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluff, college au, strangers to lovers word count: 526 rating: g warnings: none

~a/n: IT’S BEEN SO LONG I’M SORRY!! IDK IF YOU ARE STILL AROUND BUT I HOPE YOU SEE THIS ANON I NEVER FORGOT YOU <3 (and all the other asks still in my inbox)

“Thank you again, so much, for coming with me,” you rambled, hardly able to get the smile off your face, “I’m sorry for the singing-”

“Hey,” Yoongi grinned, interjecting your latest apology, “Didn’t I already tell you, they should hire you for the rest of the tour?”

You snorted at that. You really had got swept away, sung (or screamed, more like) your lungs out all evening. It was only afterwards that your embarrassment had started creeping in.

But faced with his gentle, gummy smile, the fight behind your apology fled all too easily.

Swallowing back your words, you shifted, smiled back at him. The buzz of the concert was still keeping you buoyant, and so you were babbling, you knew. And now your brain was desperately grasping for the next talking point so you could make a bigger fool of yourself.

In an attempt to avoid it, you reluctantly reached for your keys.

Looking over your shoulder, you drank in the sight. Never could you have imagined the image of Min Yoongi on your doorstep.

Well, only partly because you hardly knew him until recently. ‘Recently’ being, admittedly, tonight. See, he was a friend-of-a-friend of Taehyung’s older brother Jin, and you had only heard of him when you had asked Tae to come to this gig with you, and he rolled his eyes, and Jin complained that Yoongi was also into ‘that godawful band’, not that either of them could see how, of course.

So, you had of course tracked down this Yoongi and practically accosted him in a hallway, informing that he was the only one on campus who apparently had any taste.

You cringed at the memory, though a smile danced on your face. Gosh, you were reminiscing and you and Yoongi hadn’t even said goodnight.

You cringed again soon enough as your key totally missed the lock in your distraction. Sighing, you rested your head against your door.

“Guess you’re tired after dancing for three hours,” Yoongi chuckled.

“The touring life might be beyond me,” you chuckled.

Glancing over at him, you saw him shift to lean against the wall, seemingly settling in. Something in you leapt at the thought that he was in no hurry to leave.

You had been surprised Yoongi had even accepted your invitation to go to the show together. Even more surprised when you had been laughing and joking together in the queue before you even made it into the venue.

Besides hearing your favourite songs live in a non-stop party, you knew you would also remember the presence of Yoongi behind you the whole evening. Fresh air was welcome now you were back home, but you had to admit you missed the close quarters with your audience partner already.

“Maybe…” Yoongi was musing in the present, just the glow of a single streetlight replacing the glaring stage lights. Somehow, it inspired the same awe in you. “I don’t suppose you like any other bands we can annoy Jin with?”

“Oh, I have plenty of awful taste,” you grinned. Took a breath, and planted the key in your door for real this time. “Fancy a listening party?”

Thank you for the request, and thank you for reading!!💜

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[ethereance]

Au where Lance grew up in gravity Falls before voltron. Imagine Allura trying to figure out whether the weird thing Lance says and does is a weird human thing or weird Lance thing

Anon, anon, anon, I love where your brain is at right now.

Humans, to Allura and Coran at least, are weird in their own right. With how similar they look to alteans, they always get thrown by the occasional thing that to them, is just so alien (all those languages they apparently speak even through they’re from a secluded planet, the way cold food freezes their brains—though they enjoyed the food from the planet Icesocles saying it was similar to ‘ice cream’ and wished they could stay longer to build ‘snow men?’, their lack of strength, talk of rain that’s just… water with zero protective shields required to deal with except maybe ‘an umbrella’ which sounds incredibly low tech, and bizarrely only have one heart which is a terrible survival technique). But Lance has a particular brand of weird that just stands out and Allura quickly learns he cannot be used as a basis for understanding what all human first world problems are like.

Hunk tells Allura that it’s just where Lance grew up. Like his hometown, Lance is a bit of a weirdness magnet (which tracks. One minute he’s trying to sneak off and go partying, the next he’s in a cave with a rag tag team and the inscriptions are glowing). Lance has always had these strange stories to tell at the garrison, ones where he was just talking about his family, and the strangeness of his home town was not the focus, but very much prevalent in the story. Some people thought he was just trying to get attention, or seem interesting, but Hunk knew that didn’t seem right. And then Hunk got invited by Lance one year to Gravity Falls and realised that that town really is just like that ™ and you really couldn’t make this kind of stuff up. Turns out it’s not just to attract tourists???? Hunk wonders why more people aren’t freaking out about this (the answer is all proof is seen as fake).

-The Gravity Falls Lance is from is about 50-ish years ahead of the one we’re familiar with. But it’s largely the same. Gravity Falls will always be Gravity Falls.

-When Hunk visited, there was a sudden influx of gnomes in the area. They wanted to steal his all his baking, which Hunk was cool with (once he realised where it was going and not just. Vanishing into thin air), but they had to at least leave some for them. The gnomes miss his baking and really want to make Hunk their queen.

-In this au, Lance doesn’t initially see Pidge as insane for believing in aliens. He accidentally stumbled into the spaceship in the hill when he was a kid whilst trying to look for a missing cat. If he had a nickel for every time he stumbled onto a spaceship�� Allura’s the first living alien he’s seen though! And a lot prettier than a pile of bones.

-Lance’s family’s habit of adopting stray cats extends to the bizarre animals of the town too. Lance couldn’t even tell you what species his first pet was. But they definitely are not a cat. He still loves his not-cat Ninja, though <3

-He’s super friendly with a lot of the supernatural. A shame it’s not all super friendly back.

-Lance’s fear of the castle ship being haunted is very legitimate and reasonable. Ghosts are very real!!! (And… maybe there are ghosts here. Not just Alfor’s ‘ghost.’)

-Lance first crush was on a mermaid. Well. Siren.

-“Holy crow! You have mermaids in space too!”

-He’s honestly surprised at how humanoid many of these aliens are. He’s seen stranger.

-Seen many a headcanon about Keith getting caught up in the search for Mothman whilst looking for Shiro (spiralling into the world of conspiracy). Lance will neither confirm nor deny seeing Mothman. Keith just wants an answer :((

-Lance grew up watching bootleg shows on Gravity Falls TV. His references are incredibly niche.

-When Shiro temporarily dies, he has an encounter with the axolotl.

-Haggar/Honerva keeps all those spare Shiros because she, too, is working on making her very own space boy band. As a side gig. Project Kuron takes priority though.

-The longer Pidge spends around Lance, more more interested she gets in hearing about Gravity Falls (she’d heard rumours, sure, but hearing first hand accounts from a local. It has her attention immediately). Pidge just wants to understand the hows and whys and all the science, it drives her nuts, and Lance is just happy to talk about home :)

-Just when Lance thinks he’s free of zombies, now they have space zombies Zarkon and Honerva to deal with.

-Time travel technology is thankfully developed long after people like Haggar and Zarkon are gone. Otherwise… yikes.

-But perhaps the team do end up on a journey to the past and meet the paladins of old??? (Time travel existing is too good to pass up). But trying to change the past leads to time police showing up. What happens to Altea is a canon event :((

-In reference to this comic (that I’m for some reason now thinking about) Lance can now show the alteans the dinosaurs when they come visit Earth.

-Lance finally understands what those soothsquito bites that said ‘Leware Botor’ were all about. A little too late though.

-Sendak doesn’t even know what to think when he tries to invade Gravity Falls. Everywhere else but the garrison was easy. And then there’s this place. What do you mean they have a gnome Voltron?? Your average galra will try and stay clear. It’s lawless, eerie. Troops go missing here. Sendak has had enough of it.

[rae-raewrites]

How about some headcanons of Arkham Riddler, with reader getting jealous? Just something about seeing him interacting with Ivy, or how Catwoman always calls him Eddie in her sensual tone, it just drives reader crazy with jealousy, thinking that Edward may leave them for someone better or prettier.

Is this just gonna be y’all giving me the best prompts possible? Because I’m in to it! (This one is long but only because I got so much inspo from this so thank you anon!)

Arkham riddler seeing his s/o be jealous

For a flirtatious as ivy can get let’s be honest Selina is gonna be seen as the REAL threat here

It doesn’t help you found out Eddie left out trophies for HER! A whole 35 of them!

A few flirtatious winks and words do nothing good for anyone with their own self doubts.

And yet here you are.

Edward nigma without a doubt is the most powerful man in Gotham despite what people will try to dispute. Brains,money and power. All of it.

Yet he chooses you.

It doesn’t make any sense!

Selina has worked on and off for Eddie for years so they clearly have a mutual understanding.

However that can only go so far especially when you can’t help but clearly give a look of agitation when she stops by to hand deliver Edward his packages.

Your pretty sure she can tell it bothers you but she certainly doesn’t make a fuss about it.

But let’s not act like doesn’t Edward start to notice eventually either.

He’ll be right in the middle of talking with Selina when he starts to notice you basically death glaring her into her soul.

Leads him to some pondering afterwords. Were you really jealous of Kyle? Really? Nonsense! Unless….?

It was a hypothesis.

Something to be tested and he was a man of testing nonconformity

It was a simple “my dear” towards Selina that clearly set you off.

When you rushed out of the room into his office slamming the door behind you apart he couldn’t stop smirking. Selina however was a bit concerned.

“Are they gonna be okay?”

“Nothing I’m not prepared to deal with,now go run along and retrieve that energy cell. I have to go quell my Aphrodite.”

He finds you grumbling at his desk. Green light illuminating your skin

“My my what a fitting color.”

“What?” You sneered out. Dangerously. He was treading a fine line clearly.

“Green. Dear. Your green with all the envy in the world.”

“Over her? Please!”

He’s positively glowing with pride as he sits himself on his desk and lifts your chin up with a finger.

“Oh really? A couple of words of affection had you storming out of the room! What’s wrong my sweet? Not wanting to share Gotham’s smartest?”

Now you were basically forced to admit it.

“Fine! I’m jealous! But she knows what she does……….”

“My ruler of riddles you need to understand your in competition with no one.”

“Prove it.”

In that moment he went to the place he always went i times of vulnerability. His riddles.

“I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?”

The answer came to you simply but you had to stop yourself for a second.

Oh

“ the heart”

“And my dear you won the fight for mine a while ago. You’re intellect may not be on my level yet but you certainly beat the likes of cat woman by the whole length of miagani ”

[bawdybooster]

Hi. I think I sent an ask/prompt, but I'm not sure if it went in. But think about like the classic tv show hypnosis. Villain hypnotizes hero or the heroes friend (s) Or hey, maybe both/all of them. And of course it includes the hypno spiral eyes and the whole (look into my eyes" that shit makes me weak as well as the brainwashed heroes going"yes master" love that

I think I might've just answered and written for that Ask/Prompt from the time I'm first writing this, but you didn't mention anything involving Villains or Heroes for it so Guess What? YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A TWO-FER-ONE COMBO SPECIAL SWEEPSTAKES WITH NO MONEY DOWN.

Also Anon you are sooooo real for that. I don't tend to write the "Yes, Master" style of Hypnosis too much out of fear for sometimes being too mean to the characters I subject to it, but the truth is these are fictional characters I am making up On The Spot for these scenes to scratch the itch I have to search high and low to find. I can be as nice or as mean to them as I want.

Story below the cut!

The doors to the lair flung open as Star-Man marched in with red-hot rage in his eyes. Waves of Grunts flung themselves onto him, trying their best to fight the hero to a standstill, but to no avail. Star-Man simply brushed them off, deadset on confronting their evil mistress.

Spiralwoman.

"Unhand her right now." The Hero bellowed.

"Unhand Miss Vanity?" The Villainess asked innocently, "Why, she's right where she wants to be. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yes, Mistress~" mewled Miss Vanity. She was curled into Spiralwoman's lap, arms wrapped around her brilliant mistress and head cradled against her bosom. The hallmark of Spiralwoman's influence over her adorned her face -- an ever-present grin and a set of blissfully spiraling eyes, draining her of all thoughts but pleasing her spellbinding mistress.

Spiralwoman grinned as she cupped her prize's cheeks in hand, cooing gently in her ear. "She'd been so distraught when I met her," she explained, "So worried about a love who had enough time for her needs. When I told her I could help take her mind off everything, she was all too eager to share her mind with me."

"I doubt that," quipped Star-Man, and readied his fist. It began to glow with light, ready to strike at the villainous fiend as soon as Miss Vanity was safe. "Step away from the civilian. No one innocent need get hurt today."

The villainess tutted and whispered a command into Miss Vanity's ear. With a giggle of delight, the hypnotized damsel sprung up from her hypnotic mistress and waltzed away from her.

"Go ahead," Spiralwoman grinned, "I'm all yours~"

With a crackle, a beam of light cascaded from Star-Man to Spiralwoman, shining through the dark and dreary lair to strike her at her seat. It roared through the air like a lightning bolt, only to strike out a few feet from the fiendish woman. Star-Man gasped as Spiralwoman continued to sit there, unfazed by his efforts. She beckoned for Miss Vanity to return, and the damsel leaped back into her lap.

Spiralwoman chuckled. "All I had to do was sit down with Miss Vanity here, and the next thing I know, I'm learning all the limitations of your abilities, Lucian."

Star-Man tried his best to remain unfazed, though he was shocked to hear his name on the lips of one of his greatest enemies.

"It's amazing what you can get people to do when they're so willing to Look Into My Eyes~"

Before he could even register what she'd just said, Star-Man's eyes erupted into a hypnotic pattern of spiraling colors. He'd been so preoccupied with the bombshell that's been dropped on his world, that he hadn't noticed his gaze had become locked on the Hypnotic Villainess sitting before him, her beguiling presence drawing his focus to her before ensnaring him with her swirling eyes.

Beautiful, mind-numbing colors flowed from her into Star-Man, swamping his head and leaving him to marinate in the giddy feeling of bliss that wrapped around his brain. The hero's mind buckled, his thoughts choked out as that wonderful sensation overtook him, rendering him blissfully limp and pliant in her hypnotic hold.

"That's It, My Shimmering Star," said Spiralwoman. "Just Be A Good Boy And Let Your Mistress Take Control. You Want To Be A Good Boy For Your Mistress, Don't You?"

"Y... Yes, M-Mistress." Star-Man murmured. He wasn't quite sure what he was saying, but he only knew that it made him feel good.

"Kneel For Your Mistress~"

The Hero obliged, chanting "Yes, Mistress~" as he dropped to his knees at his Mistress's command. An empty grin twisted itself upon his lips, eager to do however his Mistress pleased.

Spiralwoman stood from her seat, walking slowly to her latest thrall with Miss Vanity giggling in tow. She eyed the defeated hero with intrigue, pulsing more and more of her addictive spirals into him.

"Drink Me Up, My Shimmering Star," she commanded, "Let Your Mistress Cleanse Your Mind Of All Your Worries And Strife. Let My Spirals Hug You Close In My Embrace. Submit To My Every Command."

"Yes, Mistress~" Star-Man grinned.

Spiralwoman turned her attention to the damsel wrapped around her finger. "Vanity," She beckoned seductively, "Do be a doll and help your Mistress for a moment. I want to be sure I've choked out all his instincts to rebel against me."

Vanity nodded and pounced onto Star-Man, wrapping herself around his neck. Star-Man winced as he felt himself drawn into a headlock within her arms.

"Comfortable, Star-Man?"

"Yes, Mistress~" He responded in a somewhat strained voice.

"Good boy," Spiralwoman cooed, "But We Can Make You Even More Comfortable, Can't We Vanity?"

Star-Man gagged as he felt Vanity squeeze around his neck, giggling in agreement with her Mistress.

"You Can Have You Stare Into My Eyes And Listen To My Voice And Get Lost In My Charms All Day For Your Mistress, Can't You?"

"Y... Yes, Mistress..." Star-Man struggled.

"But That Will Never Leave You Fully Mindless, Will It?"

"Y... Yes, Miss... Mistress..."

"That Will Never Leave You Enslaved To My Will."

"Yes... Mistress..."

"And You Want That More Than Nothing Else, Don't You?"

"Y-Yes... Mistress."

"Good Boy~" Spiralwoman grinned. She raised a hand to Star-Man's face, gracing his cheek with her touch. He looked like he was going to faint.

"But I Know How We Can Make You My Little Star-Slave. Isn't That Right, Miss Vanity?"

Miss Vanity lit up with delight. "Oh, won't you kiss him, Mistress? I want to see him become yours just like me~"

"That's Right!" said Spiralwoman. "All I Need To Do To Make You Mine Forever Is To Kiss You On Your Lips. But Do You Know What I Need To Make That Happen?"

"Y... Yes, Mistress...?"

Star-Man gasped as Miss Vanity squeezed around his neck tight, forcing his eyes wide as Spiralwoman bore into him with her gaze. Spirals of color swirled over the hero more than ever before as the Mesmerizing Mistress before him gave him an evil, twisted smile of delight.

"I Need You To Beg For It~"

Star-Man's mind focused on Spiralwoman's command. "P...Please..." he begged, trying to get the words out amidst his love's choking hold on him.

"Please What?" Spiralwoman teased.

"Please... Please, kiss me... Mistre--"

His voice was cut off as his Mistress pounced upon him like a hungry cougar, tossing him and Miss Vanity back onto the floor. The Hero's eyes rolled back in pure bliss as Spiralwoman's lips rolled over his own, pushing back and forth in a kiss that tasted of pure ecstasy. She was sweet on his lips like a heavenly candy, sugary and affectionate, melting into his mouth and trickling down his throat. Her tongue wrapped around his and squeezed, taking the lead on a dance of delight that threatened to drown him in pleasure.

He moaned and felt his mind weaken. With every second that passed, he felt like his mind was being drained from him through his lips, sucked through that wonderful kiss that he wanted to last forever. The pleasure was consuming. He felt like he was being consumed. He wanted her to devour him. He needed to be an empty vessel for his Mistress. A puppet she could command and use however she pleased for whatever she desired.

Her lips left his mouth with an audible Pop!, wisps of his breath still pouring from his mouth. She left him panting under her grasp, silently pleading for more of that wonderful sensation.

Spiralwoman picked herself up and stood before her sprawled thralls, a wicked grin eyeing her prize with newfound power.

"Arise, My Star-Slave~"

Star-Slave rose from the ground, standing tall for his Mistress. His eyes were empty of all thought but her spiraling beauty. His lips were formed into a beautiful, blissful smile. He was no longer a Hero or Savior of the Day.

He was His Mistress's newfound toy.

[fbfh]

Pleaseee I just need a story where the reader is from our modern world and tedros falls inlove with them

anon my darling my dearest my beloved you don't understand how much of my brain space this occupies. bc when you first show up in that fucking field of pink and red flowers you're probably in jean shorts and a crop top. maybe a flannel. you walk confused through the gilded halls, getting as many pictures as you can of the ornate archetecture and glasswork, worrying you won't believe it yourself if you don't have proof. you have no idea how you somehow ended up in a castle that looks straight out of the royaltycore side of pinterest you've stumbled across a few times, and you have no idea where you're even supposed to be going. then the fairies catch up to you. they take one look at you, then start tugging at your hair and clothes, trying to drag you somewhere to get you cleaned up before orientation, so you do the natural thing: start filming them on your phone and haul ass out of there. you get even more lost through the mazes of halls and staircases and breezeways as the fairies keep chasing you. you lose them for a minute, and unbeknownst to you, standing at the hallway is noneother than Tedros. you catch his attention for many reasons, your blinding beauty, the rush of energy you cary with you that seems to sweep him along with it, the lack of restraining your personality for the sake of etiquette. most notably, is that to him you're barely dressed. usually you'd be wearing bloomers and a corset with a dress that's at least tea length over it, but here you are, legs out in front of god and everybody. you don't seem the least bit phased by this either, but before he can snap out of the trance you've put him in, Professor Dovey is sweeping down the halls toward you.

"oh my..." she says, taking in your appearance. she turns to the fairies. "yes, I think you're right. this time does certainly call for an exception."

amid your miriad of protests, she takes your arm, gliding you through the halls with her.

"hush child, I'll explain everything." she respons warmly, bringing you to the doors of the groom room. she sits you down, and with a flick of her now glowing finger, everything in the room springs to life. soft smelling perfume sprays you, your nails are maincured, your skin is moisturized, your hair is done up all pretty. before you know it, racks of dresses are wheeling themselves out, spinning around you as Professor Dovey skims through them, picking one out for you as she explains everything. you don't really get a grasp on the situation until you're sitting on blue and glass pews surrounded by dozens of girls in literal ballgowns. you're wearing a ballgown too, the kind of thing you see used as clickbait on wish or aliexpress, but this is real and it fits you like a glove. you touch the side of your bodice, where you managed to shove your phone when Professor Dovey wasn't looking. you can't bring yourself to focus on anything as all of this sets in, but when a rowdy group of boys burst in and begin sword fighting, you're pulled out of your daze. one of them gets grazed on the arm, and it strikes you that these are actual swords. they're not dulled movie props or plastic kids toys or diy cosplay accessories, these are literal metal blades getting tossed around like it's no big deal. it's probably not a big deal to them, you realize, they clearly know what they're doing. as you lose yourself in thought, beginning to accept the situation you've found yourself in, Tedros fights through the crowd of boys in front of him more determined than ever. you caught his eye, and he'll stop at nothing to stand before you and throw you his rose. he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since that moment he saw you in the halls, full of more life and vigor and passion than any girls he's ever met. he's dying to know you, yearning to know everything about you, absolutley desperate to sweep you off your feet. he has his sights set on you, and with a love this strong, he's sure you must feel the same. he wonders if this could be love at first sight. you're pulled from your thoughts as the girl next to you, blonde and wearing a purple dress, taps your shoulder.

"I believe that was intended for me." she states with a condescending smile, motioning to the rose that somehow appeared in your lap. your eyes flare, her attitude not slipping past you for a second. Tedros is about to protest, tell Beatrix that his rose landed in the right hands, when you scoff, clearly surprised and a little offended at her tone. Beatrix expects you to hand her the rose, and maybe apologize to her for being in the way. instead you look straight at her, and speak so informally she thinks she must have imagined it.

"okay, dickwad." you state, not an ounce of shyness to be found. you scoff, leaning towards Tedros. "I guess someone hasn't had her morning coffee..."

Beatrix's mouth hangs open in shock as a hush falls from the nearby girls who'd heard the exchange. Beatrix knows that Tedros is going to defend her honor, insisting you apologize and insuring you never speak to her in that way again. instead he lets out the loudest, most sincere, organic laugh any of them have ever heard. You chuckle along with him, not sure what was so funny about that exchange, but you can tell there's no malice or insincerity to him.

"You are just full of surprises..." he muses, once he's caught his breath. he takes your hand in his, and you watch with wide eyes as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, before falling in line with the rest of the boys, more sure than ever that you're his true love. he just kissed the back of your hand. he literally just kissed the back of your hand. the only time you've ever actually seen that is in the occasional straight to hulu period drama, and you never expected to experience that in real life. you also didn't expect it to fill you with butterflies. you and Tedros both find yourselves stealing glances for all of orientation while Beatrix stares daggers at you the whole time. you're sure this school will be interesting to say the least.

[giggly-squiggily]

Leopold gets along with almost everyone. Whether it be a noble, a magic knight or a mere commoner he'll act as if they had been the bestest of friends. And if he doesn't know someone..well, that's when his charisma becomes of help. Of course he has his own circle of friends, yet no one is sure whether "that" group is his or the "other".

Honestly I have alot of scenarios for this but you can do whatever<3

Oh my God this is PERFECT! I adore Leopold so much- and this headcanon is beyond brilliant! This was a blast to write! He's so extroverted and charismatic and lovely YAS! I've gotcha covered, anon!

It was a rarity, being here among so many magic knights. Nobles and powerhouses alike- you took in the room cautiously, feeling like a deer among tigers.

Well- you supposed you weren’t any different. You were a magic knight now- one who showed their magical prowess off so well the Wizard King invited you to the banquet so he could further pick your brain about your unique magic abilities.

That time has passed, and now here you are- standing by a table with a drink in hand, lost with no familiar faces to talk to. You tried not to sigh as you brought it to your lips, taking a slow sip.

“Wow, you’re (Y/N) right?” You sputtered on your drink at the booming voice beside you. “Ha, sorry- sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

You turned to find a boy with the features of a lion. Everything down from the glowing green eyes and tuff of fiery red hair; you knew immediately who he was. “Oh- Lord Vermillion. A pleasure to see you.”

“Just call me Leopold! Lord Vermilion sounds too formal-.” He shook his head with mild disgruntlement, grinning like the sun seconds later. “Better yet- call me Leo!”

“L-Leo?” You yelped, leaning back some at his intensity.

“Yeah! There you go- we’re friends already!” He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you along, talking the entire time. “I hear you got some pretty amazing magic! What squad are you in? Do they know how powerful you are? You have to spar with me sometime- I’m always looking for a new rival!”

“Y-Yeah, sure, that sounds fine.” You smiled, a tad overwhelmed. At the same time though, you felt weirdly comforted. The way Leopold was taking you for a walk around the room with ease, sharing information about the various people there and his own experiences, it felt like you knew him for years instead of the few minutes you spoke.

Before long, you were laughing at his jokes and adding your own comments and observations into the mix, solidifying your friendship with this brash but kind magic knight.

Your first real friend upon becoming a Magic Knight. You felt your heart grow that day.

[c2-eh]

Charles being jealous

Hiiii anon, your wish is my command. Btw, I know this is late af, but life, midterms and now finals :)) (better late than never no? idk, hopefully) enjoy <3

The cold wind grazed Charles' cheeks, coloring them red. He snuggled deeper into his puffy red Ferrari jacket and adjusted the beanie on his head.

It was pretty cold outside, but Charles still wanted to watch Carlos do the testing and enjoy seeing F1-75 flying around the track for the last time.

Leaned against the wall of the garage, Carlos' for the day, he watched him step out of the car. Carlos doesn't know he's here, as Charles messaged him 3 days ago that he won't be coming.

It's true Charles wrote that with jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach, igniting a bigger fire within him, he desperately tried to console.

His calm Saturday evening was destroyed by no other than Lando. The fact that it was him wasn't surprising — that boy has been making Charles' life difficult for a long time (Brazil for example). What made Charles see red, was him with Carlos.

At the wedding.

Both dressed to the nines, smiling at the camera, their eyes sparkling and creasing at the sides from the wide smiles plastered on their faces.

His grip on the phone turned so strong, he had to put it down, in fear of either breaking the phone or his hand. He sulked, dragging himself across the appartement, Carlos' happy a glowing face haunting him.

When is he gonna be the source of it?

Charles knows he is able to make Carlos smile, even laugh to the point he's crying or clutching at his belly from the force of it.

But Carlos never shares it to the world. Never uses a term 'charlos', the name for them Ferrari admin invented, as often as he uses the 'carlando' one.

Carlos claims Lando and him are only friends, but Charles' brain has a problem believing it.

The thought makes Charles shiver. He wants to be more than friend and the thought of him not even crossing that line, makes him want to stomp his foot like a child and force Carlos to like him.

Which is incredibly stupid, because rational part of Charles' brain knows, they already are at the friendship point.

"Hey, Charles. What are you doing here?" Carlos' voice tears him out of his daydreaming and brings him back to his surrounding. He sounds normal to any other person, but Charles knows him well enough, to hear the real emotions behind.

"Hi. What, I can't come to see the team?" and you stays unspoken.

"I messaged you after the wedding and you said you are not coming," Carlos points out with tilted head and Charles wants to kiss him stupid.

"I changed my mind," he snaps and rolls his eyes at the mention of the wedding. He didn't mean to sound so defensive, but the damage has been done.

Carlos looks at him with narrowed eyes and nods curtly, not saying anything. Charles watches him move to take off the top of his suit and tie it around his hips.

"How was the wedding?" he says before he even registers he's speaking. His tone sour even to his own ears.

Carlos looks at him with scrutinizing gaze and slightly shakes his head after. It confuses Charles.

"Good. You would've know that, if you replied to my messages," his voice is clipped and Charles shivers, whether it's from cold or Carlos' tone, he's not sure, "or even read them for that matter."

And Charles doesn't know what to say to that. It's true he left Carlos on 'delivered', his pettiness and jealousy getting the best of him. But he can't say that.

Carlos isn't his and he's not Carlos'. It would be irrelevant and stupid to throw this on him.

But maybe, just maybe, he could confess, which would put their friendship at risk.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Carlos takes the water bottle to leave, after Charles failed to reply.

"What?"

"Forget it," Carlos waves his hand in front of his face. He leaves Charles standing in the middle of the garage with his head full of unwanted thoughts.

People pass by him and pat him on the shoulder, saying their hi's, but Charles is barely aware of his mouth moving and replying.

*

Charles knocks on Carlos' door later, 3 swift hits against the hard material. After couple seconds he hears Carlos' voice, "come in."

Ever so slowly, Charles opens the door and steps inside. Carlos' room looks tidy, unlike Charles' one. The further he goes, he can feel Carlos' typical scent fill his nostrils.

Carlos is standing at the counter, fixing himself another coffee. It's 5pm, so Charles is sure it's his second, maybe even third.

He doesn't speak, only waits for him to make a first move.

"I'm sorry," and Charles means it, he just doesn't know why he sounds like he couldn't care less.

"Sure. Is that all?" Carlos' back is facing him now, his black t-shirt streched on his wide shoulders Charles dreams of so often.

"No, it's not. I'm sorry I was an asshole and I ignored you for 3 days. I was just-" he cuts himself of

"Just? You were an asshole, Charles. It's not only about ignoring me, but your last messages were so mean like, what did I do to you?" Carlos finally turns and Charles wishes he didn't. He looks sad, as if someone told him his dog, Piñon, ran away.

"You didn't do anything. I was," he takes a deep breath. Now or never, "I was jealous."

Carlos' scrunches his eyebrows in that cute manner he always does when he has trouble understanding an interviewer or the team member talking rapidly in Italian. His big brown eyes squinted and his lips look even more pouty than usual.

Lord help me. Charles is trying so hard not to throw himself at him.

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Damn Carlos, think," Charles pinches the bridge of his nose. He adores Carlos but sometimes Charles thinks Carlos is living on different planet.

"Me at wedding? What's so bad about it," Carlos wonders and Charles snaps.

"For fucks sake, no. I was jealous of Lando! He was with you at the wedding and the pictures you took with him made my blood boil and I know I have no right to say this, but I fucking wish you didn't go with him. I wish I was the one with you, because I like you."

After his outburst, Charles avoids Carlos' gaze for a moment, before he briefly glances back at him.

"I like you too, we're friends, so I still don't understand."

And Charles wants to die. He really has to spell it out for him. Gosh, why does he love such a dork. It's endearing and exhausting at the same time.

"No Carlos, I mean I like you, more than a friend. You make me feel safe. You make me laugh and feel all warm inside. Just at the sight of you, my brain goes either blank or haywire and I-," he stops and swallows down the lump growing in his throat, "I want to be your boyfriend and this is so unfair of me, just throwing it at you like that. I just... I had to."

As he finishes, he doesn't feel any lighter or whatever it is you are supposed to feel. He is still anxious, cold gripping at his heart, while he waits for Carlos to speak up.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting that," Carlos says and smile grows on his face and Charles feels a spark of hope, "I think I like you too."

His voice is teasing and Charles wants to smack him and kiss him at the same time. His voice trembles a little when he speaks up again, "you think so?"

"Well, considering I've been trying to flirt with you and send you signals, since I came to Ferrari, yeah. Guess I know so."

"You what?" Charles' eyebrows fly to his hairline and Carlos chuckles. He steps closer and puts his palm on his cheeks - his thumb gently stroking the mole under his eye.

"I kind of gave up after summer break. I thought you weren't interested, that's why this is kinda surprising to me. You always hept me at arms length and... yeah. I am glad I was wrong."

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to," Charles says and leans his face deeper into Carlos' big warm palm. He fingertips are calloused from all the driving. And honestly, holding a golf stick.

"Will you kiss me, please?" Charles asks and blinks up at Carlos, who only nods slightly.

The kiss is everything and nothing like he expected. Carlos' lips are plump, but chapped and he is so so gentle, as if he was scared Charles would break under his touch. Charles presses his lips harder against him and brings his hand around Carlos' neck.

They kiss for a while, just unhurried locking of the lips, when they hear someone call out to Carlos.

"We will talk more later, okay?" Carlos says and with one last peck, he goes. This time, he leaves Charles smiling to himself with a warm feeling spreading inside.

[blackjackkent]

LMAO. Started the fight off and Minsc immediately shouts out to the doppelganger, "JAHEIRA! You have an evil, much uglier twin sister? Minsc does not like this!"

(Matt Mercer is doing tremendously with this character, which comes as no surprise but is still fun to hear. He was clearly SO excited about getting to play him.)

The biggest challenge in this fight is that all four of the good guys are bunched up in the tiny tunnel we came in by, with Karlach in the back and not able to either jump, move, or shoot past Jaheira and Shadowheart, so she lost her opening turn which was pretty annoying.

This is a pretty large fight with some pretty beefy enemies, but extra shoutout goes to the random hyena also hanging out in the enemy roster with only 12 HP and the name "Snicker".

The end of the fight went on FOREVER because the last remaining enemy was on a high ground platform and kept throwing ice knives, which would down Hector, Shadowheart would healing word him back up, and then the entire team would eat shit on the ice surface trying to move to a position where they could shoot the guy. This happened like four times in a row.

But eventually we got there! And Minsc is not dead because (as our kind anon friend reminded us!) we had non-lethal damage on.

He begins to stir as the fight ends; Hector has a brief moment to be impressed by the man's battering-ram resilience.

Narrator: Against the darkness swarming his senses, a single light glows - rage, flaring brighter every moment.

In spite of his considerable wounds, Minsc struggles onto his knees. His breath is rasping heavily in his chest, his eyes wild with fury. Hector can feel the resonance of the tadpole working in the beserker's mind.

"...Killed... her..." Minsc rasps out between his teeth.

Of course, Hector thinks bleakly. He believes his Jaheira is the real one. And he believes we murdered her.

Jaheira - the real one - is at his side in an instant, the druid wildshape flowing off her like water, urgency in every line of her face. "He won't stay down for long!" she snaps. "Tell your illithid to protect him from the elder brain's influence. Quickly!"

"No..." the Emperor whispers in Hector's mind. "This one will not aid our cause. Get rid of him."

Hector scowls. Yet another reminder that he and the Emperor do not share common purpose. This is not about aiding the cause. This is about a friend who needs his help.

Extend your protection to him.

Minsc is beginning to stagger to his feet, a hoarse roar in his throat.

"Don't be foolish," the Emperor insists. There is just a hint of petulance in its mental tone - or perhaps that is Hector's imagination. "He is too unpredictable. He will only be a hindrance to us."

He's Jaheira's friend. Do it.

"No!"

Hector has never heard the Emperor's communications with him to be so deliberate, so stubborn and harsh. Is this because I rejected you? he can't help but wonder, and the thought makes his blood run cold.

"I will not be coerced into protecting him," the mind flayer snarls in his brain. "You do not see what I do - his thoughts, his mind. Pure chaos."

Hector's face must show something of this inner conflict being battled out; Jaheira is watching him intently.

"The mind flayer pours poison in your ear, I think," she snarls, as fierce as the tiger whose form she took only a few moments ago. "Tell it I will tear the Prism from your grasp and throw it in the deepest lava pit I can find! Long after our bones are dust and ash, the walls of its prison will still be burning!"

"Now HELP MY FRIEND!"

"She bluffs," the Emperor responds at once, icily, although Hector thinks he can sense a fractional hesitation. "Surely she would not risk the fate of all for one simple life."

Hector lifts his head, looks at Jaheira steadily for a long moment, and then a dry smile tugs at his lips.

I don't think you want to find out.

He can feel the Emperor recoil inside his mind, a flash of white-hot fury... and then an empty chill. "Fine," it answers harshly. "Have it your way."

Pain stabs through Hector's temple - a pain he has not felt in some time, the sharp pain that accompanied his first meetings with Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and the others back at the nautiloid crash. The pain of the deeper tadpole connection that binds them all, and binds them to the Emperor's protection.

Narrator: His mind unfolds beneath yours, a still lake pulls you down into its depths. Images flash by - battles fought, and friends fallen. His rage grows colder, burrows deeper, as a familiar face crystallizes before you.

"Jaheira..." Minsc groans. His eyes are fixed on Hector, an arrow locked on its target. "You KILLED HER!" He roars the words out, raises a fist to strike, and Hector becomes briefly and acutely aware of just how much bigger this man is than any of them--

"You are being dramatic," Jaheira says with a grin from beside him.

The effect is instantaneous. Minsc goes still except for his head snapping around to look at her.

Narrator: The instant's hesitation is enough. With a sensation of terrible rending, something vast and nameless falls away from his mind.

"There," the Emperor mutters irritably. "It is done."

The huge warrior staggers, putting a hand to his temple. A groan rolls through him like a rumble of thunder... trails off to a soft noise of confusion.

"Jaheira?" he mumbles unsteadily. "I... do not understand."

"Good," she says. Her tone is lighter than Hector has heard it before; all the muscles in her face have relaxed from a tension that he did not realize it's been holding all the time he's known her. "That means you are back to your old ways." She puts a hand gently on his arm and gestures to Hector. "We have a lot to discuss. But first... you have someone to thank."

Narrator: In the sudden silence, your minds merge once more. More memories, sensations, but passing too quickly for you to track. In the same breath, you share everything that happened to you. The nautiloid. The Absolute. The Chosen of the Dead Three.

(A/N: Once again - love the usage of the tadpole as an exposition skip button. XD )

"You." All the rage has dropped out of Minsc's voice, all sign of the darkness of the Stone Lord is gone. He is looking at Hector with frank, openhearted curiosity mixed with regretful pain. "You saved Minsc, while he danced like a mind flayer's meat-puppet. Why?"

Hector smiles slightly, jerks his head to indicate their mutual friend. "Jaheira insisted," he says gently.

"Suggested," Jaheira corrects with a soft chuckle.

Minsc laughs jovially. With the tadpole's influence quieted, it is clear to Hector that the man's natural state is a good nature as big and vigorous as his body. "You do well to heed her," Minsc says brightly. "Jaheira was very wise even *before* she was very old."

He reaches, with a gesture clearly as natural as breathing, towards his shoulder. "There is someone you must meet," he adds excitedly. "He is--" A pause. He hesitates, looks around unsteadily. "He is..."

He begins to paw frantically at the pockets of his armor, his shoulders, even the top of his head.

"Where is he?!"

With an attitude far more frantic than any he displayed in combat, Minsc turns on his heel and darts away without warning, leaving Hector standing with a bemused expression on his face.

[anysin]

Fic: Fancy Meeting You Here

For an anon requester, Billford with a "meeting at a party whilst drunk" au! In which Ford does a Bloody Mary style summoning of Bill while drunk at a college party and Bill appears. SFW, hope you enjoy!

Fancy Meeting You Here

When Ford looks into the mirror and sees a bright, yellow triangle with a top hat floating behind him, holding a martini glass, he is suddenly very grateful he locked the bathroom door before doing the dare.

"Oh my! You have caught me on an awkward moment." The creature lifts its glass up, as if in a little toast, its lone, staring eye flipping over into a mouth as it tosses the contents of the glass into its maw. Ford stares at the triangle, trying his best to follow the every movement the creature makes as it drifts closer to him, reaching out to place its slender hand on Ford's shoulder. He shivers when he can feel the pressure of the hand, its small weight, the curling of the fingers.

He can't believe that the "Bill Cipher" chant, a legend from a small Oregon town of Gravity Falls, actually worked. Of course, Ford is quite drunk right now, so this could be some kind of a hallucination, but in the case it's not, it's absolutely fascinating. Ford glances briefly in the direction of the door, making sure that it's indeed locked, before returning his eyes to the mirror; he doesn't dare to look directly behind him in case it will make the triangle disappear. The triangle is still in the reflection of the mirror, its eye back in its socket as it stares at him, swaying slightly as it holds onto Ford's shoulder.

"Well look at you, not freaking out at all! I like that in a human being." The triangle laughs, waving its glass; it refills with new liquor. "You know, usually I would be pretty pissed off to be summoned out of a party like this, but you seem like an interesting enough a freak. What's your name?"

"Ford. Stanford. Stanford Pines." Ford blinks, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. It does nothing to sober him up, but it also doesn't make the triangle go away; it still glows bright in the dusky bathroom, and its hand is still warm on Ford's shoulder.

"What's your name?" He glances towards the bathroom door again, wondering if there is anyone outside hoping to get in, puzzled by hearing him talk to himself. He is pretty sure that even if the triangle is real to him, he's not real to anyone else.

"Bill Cipher! Pleasure to meet you." The triangle downs another drink, leaning backwards in the air as it does so; apparently, this portion is good enough to make it kick out a bit with its little black feet. It sways back towards Ford after it's done, bringing its eye close to Ford's face. "I can tell your brain is a busy bee, working even now when you should be having a blast drinking it out of your skull."

Ford shivers as the creature blinks, its eye so close to him he can feel the drag of its long lashes against his cheek.

"What are you?" he asks, raising his hand, wanting to place it on top of the hand on his shoulder.

With a laughter, the triangle sets its feet against Ford's back and pushes itself off, releasing him.

"That's a conversation for when I'm actually sober! But now that you have summoned me, you and I have a connection, pal." The triangle tosses the glass up into the air, snapping its fingers; the glass disappears before it can even start falling. "And I'm going to make use of that connection. I think we're going to have a good time together, Stanford Pines."

The triangle tips its hat off at him. "See you later, big guy."

"Wait!" Ford whirls around, reaching out.

But the triangle is already gone.

Ford stands there, and part of him wants to make a show of wondering if this really happened, and then dismiss the whole thing as a hallucination. But that's really it; it would only be for a show. He knows that he wants this to be real.

If this happened, it's proof of the existence of an extraordinary being. And Ford wants to know more about it.

Shaking his head, he goes for the door, ready to return to the party. He can only hope that Bill Cipher will contact him again.