#This is surprisingly accurate for my muse

[heterochromatica]

What does your heart look like?

an open door, a burning hearth Your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. Others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. You are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. You have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. Be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

It's true, despite everything that happened Shoto wants to be that. He wants to be kind and give kindness to people who need it because he knows what it feels like. That's the kind of hero he wants to be.

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[deathfavor]

what does your heart look like?

molten lava and charred flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

a bird struggling to get loose

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

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[sigmadolos]

head pats for sigma, so sorry for the trauma making you relive

[immortaljackal]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅?

nightmares and discord. your intensity is fearsome. when you feel hurt you don’t often seek out equal and fair revenge but rather drown them in hysteria and watch them burn. you’re temperamental and your emotions are on display for the world to see. you’re the last one any human would want to upset, because even though death would not directly befall them, doom and chaos would ensue, surrounding their life until their death.

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[wrtingsoftheunknown]

Vincent Sinclair HC

Vincent Sinclair hc SFW and NSFW

I’ve haven’t  been seeing my boy get repped recently so I have to do it myself. My first time writing something on here or towards this character ,I promise I will get better y'al,l I made this super quickly not proofread oops.

SFW

-While he can be insecure about his face he definitely has an ego from being the favorite child and having perfected his craft.

Lester drags him out to go for a ride around town or force him to come to his place for some quality brother time (Bo joins every now and then but wants peace and quiet dammit )

‘I know a lot of people have him learn sign language but I think he either writes what he wants to say, speaks as best as he can, or gestures, ( he was born in the south to parents that I don't think cared about communicating with him too much but he could have picked it up later in life maybe in his teen years or middle school era)

More sadistic than Bo when it comes to killing, he doesn't care if they are dead or alive when working on them and takes satisfaction in the result of his work

He prefers to work in silence but you can catch him humming now and then some country song or a guilty pleasure pop song from the 80’s( I see you Vince)

I think he partakes in multiple forms of art besides wax work.We see he’s able to paint, draw, but he also  takes pictures, , sews, writes, makes videos, anything artistic he’s learning and keeping up with new techniques.

Since he takes video of the killings at times I think they sell them as snuff films to make extra cash on top of stealing and selling victims stuff. (At least that’s what I thought when I first watched the film anyone else or just me)

Rarely happens but will keep victims that interest him like Bo ,but dispose of them when they get boring  or no longer match up the ideal version of them in his head.

-Does want a lifelong partner, the white wedding and picket fence, kids,  but knows it might be difficult with the line of work he does.

- He can talk but only does when it’s important or to emphasize something. He does have a southern draw like Bo and I imagine his voice to sound similar but raspier, maybe deeper/ quieter from not using it as much.

-like I said earlier you have to really catch his attention and be able to hold it for more than a week, if that happens then he’s obsessed and protective maybe a little too over protective.

Does indeed have a hair care routine I believe this full throttle and no one can can tell me otherwise I'm not listening.

NSFW

I don't know if he’s a virgin, I don't think he is something is telling me he isn't, but i’m not sure

He has no problem with nudity, bodies are seen as art, there's not as much of a sexual connotation with them as with Bo and Lester .

He wants to be in love with the person he is intimate with, he wants to be worship and worship his muse.

Drawings  of his partner naked as well as in the midst of a passionate night, he might tease them all night to make sure the sketch is as life like and accurate as possible

Good size and thick that's all I gotta say

Praise kink hard core, hearing his partner call him a good boy or how he makes them feel so good he will crumble

He starts slow and sensual, enjoys the control he has and having someone at his power.

I think he will edge you and leave you high and dry when you act out but he always caves by the end of the day and gives you what you need.

Can last a long time surprisingly

Mainly a giver but someone please for the love of god give this man the nastiest had he’s ever received will make the prettiest noises 

Is down to try anything new and more open about sex than you would think.

When he’s horny he comes up behind his partner and starts caressing every inch he can reach, while resting his chin on their shoulder acting as innocent as he can.

[bookished]

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"You know, Agent, we're not so different, you and I." "Don't even try to justify your actions. There's no comparison between us."

"I've always admired your determination, Agent. It's what makes this game so thrilling." "This isn't a game. It's justice, and it's long overdue."

"I have information that could help you catch the real monsters out there, Agent. But it comes at a price." "I'll never make a deal with the devil, no matter how tempting."

"You must be getting tired of cleaning up after me, Agent. Tell me, does the blood ever wash off your hands?" "My hands are clean, but yours will never be."

"You should be grateful, Agent. Without me, your career would be rather uneventful." "I'll be even more grateful when you're behind bars for the rest of your life."

"I've left you clues all along the way, Agent. Can you solve the puzzle before the next victim falls?"

"I've left breadcrumbs for you, Agent, but can you follow the trail to the truth?" "I'll follow your trail all the way to your downfall."

"I did what I did to expose the darkness within humanity, Agent. To make them see their own potential for evil." "Your twisted philosophy won't save you from the consequences of your actions."

"I have information on a new threat, Agent. Let's make a deal. You help me, and I help you." "I'll never trust a word that comes out of your mouth."

"You're so close, Agent, and yet so far. Can you decipher the riddle before it's too late?" "Your games won't stop me from catching you."

"You got lucky this time, Agent. But luck can't protect you forever." "I don't rely on luck. I rely on my training and my determination to stop you."

"Your profile of me was surprisingly accurate, Agent. Almost like you know me better than I know myself." "I studied monsters like you so I could bring them to justice."

"Do you remember the first time we met, Agent? I knew then that we were destined for something special." "I remember, and I remember that it was the start of your downfall."

"You're too late, Agent. The next victim is already gone. It's a shame you couldn't save them." "I won't let you claim another victim. You're not leaving here."

"You must get lonely, waiting here all night. I can keep you company, Agent, if you'd like." "I'd rather be lonely than in your company."

"Agent, I've been patient. I've watched you. Now, I have a proposal that will benefit both of us." "I'm not interested in your twisted proposals. You'll pay for your crimes."

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Hehehehe it's my shark week so rank the yanderes on their help-ability (idk if it's a word)

Yandere men and their help-ability on your shark week/period

I was also thinking of writing this last week since I was on my shark week also that time, but then I got busy so >-<

YAN! ARTIST:7/10

Arlen's pretty sensitive to stuff involving you. Of course, this meant your period too. This is one of the few times he'll leave you alone to let you somehow rest (he's aware that he's real clingy). He'll provide what you ask him to provide, but will not do it voluntarily since he wants to respect what you actually need depending on what you say.

"Muse? Do you need something? Ah, hot compress and hot chocolate? Sure. Just wait for me, okay?"

YAN! DRAGON:8/10

Vincent's also sensitive, but to blood. He can smell it, and he gets really uncomfortable. Not to the concept of period, but he's uncomfortable due to the fact that blood is permeating from you. It feels to him like you're bleeding to death despite it being a natural biological phenomenon. So he gets fussy around you and ends up being always worried, pressing his giant dragon head on your abdomen since his body temperature is higher that most monster kin and people. He also brings stuff you need to make sure you're comfortable. Although, he's quite blunt sometimes...

"Love, are you okay? I can smell the blood being a bit stronger this time. Is the flow strong? Hmm? Why are you blushing, love?"

YAN! THEATER ACTOR:9.5/10

Ignatius would actually know a lot about periods, surprisingly enough. He did play feminine roles before, and is a girl's man. An Alan if you will if you exclude the yandere-ness and the arrogance. So he's knowledgeable about stuff like this (probably more than you). He'll track your period for you, and if you're irregular, he makes sure he has an extra pad/tampon/diva cup for you. He's ready to drop the primadonna persona for once and shower you with attention.

"Stop! My god, darling! *whispers* you have a stain. Here, take my sweater. Wrap it on your waist. Then we'll go to my locker to get a new sanitary item and an extra pair of pants. Don 't worry. I'll gouge the eyes of those who saw your stain."

YAN! BUTLER:10/10

Ugh, what do we expect from the perfect butler himself? Also knows your period cycle if regular, and if you're irregular, he somehow knows when you would get your period like a week before. And he's always accurate. Tea, biscuits, sanitary items of the highest quality, somehow always have a change of a dress on him? Where does he even store it? Anyways, what i'm saying is, this man is gonna be your go to when you're on your period fr.

"Master, would you like some chocolate bonbons? I have some right here. Haha, you're just craving them? Then i'm glad I know you well enough. Here, and some medicine too."

YAN! SUGAR DADDY:5/10

As much as I love Rowan, he's probably not the best when you're on your period. He's probably the type to ask "what's your p0xxy size?" when you ask him to buy pads LMAO. He clueless, really. Despite being such a playboy before. He's also a busy man, so he's not going to be that attentive with you. But he does compensate with showering you with what you need and want though. Just... Don't ask him to buy sanitary items without specifying what brand, size, and absorbency... He will not be embarrassed to ask you shameless questions like earlier. He will get better with time though... I think.

"Darling, why do you need an extra long one? Is your p0xxy that long or-- OW! OUCH! HEY! DON'T HIT ME!"

YAN! JOCK:8/10

Since Damon is actually not a clueless jock and is an intellectual in disguise, he knows about periods. And will probably research more for you. He will run to the convenience store for you, buy you painkillers, snacks... He will be your personal errand boy for the week! This is one of the times he thanks his athletic prowess that let's him be of use of you in your shark week.

"You need painkillers, babe? Sure! Also chocolate? Um, let's see. If my route is on street X, then I could probably go around the pharmacy then the convenience store... Okay! Just wait for me. Be back in a jiffy!"

YAN! ASSASSIN:4/10

His fellow assassins in the organization more or less don't get periods anymore due to the abusive training they get there. Maybe rarely, but mostly gone. But since he needs to be academically smart to think critically, he knew about the nuances of periods. But that's it. Don't expect this guy to be helpful, he will just fumble and act smart but in reality he's not skilled in taking care of someone in their periods.

"Angel, you think that you can tell me what to do to help you? I'm clueless here. But I swear I'll help ya."

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND:4/10

Lee never paid attention to you before you broke up. So with you back in his arms, he's discovering quite a lot about you. And that meant your period routines also. If you're the type to have painful periods, panic will settle inside this man. He doesn't know what to do with that. He will fumble and fall, which is new to Lee. But learning new stuff about you actually is exciting for him. So, he may not be the best to take care of you, he will be willing to learn.

"Uh, are you okay? You look like you're about to die... Is it that painful? Fuck. I don't know what to do... The pharmacy? Okay. Uh, shit. Know what painkillers you need? Like the period specific? You'll list it down? Thank you."

YAN! COWBOY:5/10

Bad news, Knoxx will be at most average in your period. Being someone who only had you as his lover, he's pretty much new to helping you with your period. He's so focused on his horses before that he never really paid that much attention to women's biology before. Now, that you're with him, he's eagerly trying to help you as much as he can. Unfortunately, it was the bare minimum.

"Darlin! I got yer some pads! Uh... Wrong size? There are sizes? Ah sorry darlin. Can't you use them? Too short? Also mediocre brand that gets blood everywhere? Oh that's bad darlin... Okay, I'll try to find a better one."

YAN! EMO:3/10

Ashton's a lonely man. He never got together with a person before, let alone somebody with a womb. He's a single sadboy before you. He never listened to classes too, so he's really dumb when it comes to periods. His sensitivity can only get so far when it's actual human biology is involved. He will not be helpful, that's for sure. So uh, just make him run errands for snacks for you.

"What can I do? I feel so bad... I bought you tampons/pads when you use the opposite, and cold compress. Snacks? I can do that..."

YAN! WEREWOLF:6/10

Being a werewolf, he doesn't know the concept of periods. In his species, there's only the concept of Heats and Ruts, so human periods baffle him. But hey, he learns quick. So just simple instructions from you, he gives. He's average really. But due to his wolf form and the natural heat coming from him, he's a large stuff toy to cuddle AND hot compress in one.

(ugh werewolves have so much different biological concepts from each other that my werewolf specie is an amalgamation)

"Ah, you need cuddling again? Sure. Let me just shift. So go lie on the bed now and I'll be with you. Make sure to have a towel underneath your hips so no stains."

YAN! EX-HUSBAND:7.5/10

Iñigo's actually really attentive. He knows quite a lot about you so he knows your rituals on your periods. He makes sure that you're well fed, well taken care of, and if you need anything at all, he would give it on a silver platter. He makes sure that everyone respects your privacy and needs despite your mood swings. He's extra patient with you, and he works at home by this time to take care of you.

"Wifey, you good? Why I'm working in your room? Well, you told me earlier not to leave you right? So I'm here. Don't worry, just sleep in your fort, I'll be right here."

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON:10/10

Being a person in the medical field, he knows more than you know about periods. Plus, his paranoia would make him really attentive. Maybe a bit over, but you know he'll provide you everything you need. Especially if you're the painful type. Medicine will always be on stock, and that hot compress and food good for periods will be with you always. Also has access to the best sanitary items. Extra absorbent for pads and tampons, and holds a lot of blood with enough suction and a long pull tab for diva cups. He's the perfect man for the job, and he's really glad to help you.

"Did you eat the soup I gave you? Yes? Good. Here, medicine. You told me it hurts a lot, right? I told you, just call me if the medicines ran out."

YAN! VILLAIN:8.5/10

Eros did come from the modern era, and was astounded by the bad sanitary items in this era. Magic is the new technology, but they can't even make decent sanitary pads? Unbelievable. So you know he made it a business opportunity. It was taboo talk, period that is. Noble lords found it vulgar, some noble women too, but they ultimately gave in and was surprised by it's effectiveness than just.... Cloth. When asked, he will answer that he made the pad just for your needs. And you know that this man spoils you a lot with the profits.

"See? That's better than those flimsy cloths. it feels comfortable, right? Without it worrying if it will untie. It's just for you, my duchess."

YAN! POLITICIAN:6.5/10

With how busy he is, he's probably not around you that much when you're on your period. BUT he will be giving you what you need and want. He will be absent, sure, but he always have the cctv camera rolling to see if you're in pain, in need of food, or new sanitary items. And if he sees that you need something, he will be ordering somebody to buy you things.

"I saw that you needed medicine. So I let my vice mayor bring it to you. Don't worry, he's compensated. I'm just glad you're not in pain anymore."

YAN! MAFIA BOSS:8/10

Surprisingly, Hades is really good at taking care of you on your period. His men will be errand boys on your beck and call. He will be extra careful with you, maybe a bit too much. He will princess carry you if you want. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed? Yes! Hot compress always hot, and entertainment will be always with you. If you want, his men will entertain you too. But then, it will be a bad idea cuz if you laughed at this men's antics... His jealousy will trigger.

"You good? You need to eat... A what? I don't think that's available here, love but hey, nothing that I can't get. Just wait for me, love. I'll just order my men to find it here."

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 5

Flirting or Frightening? You be the judge. June and Aedes seem to be getting rather *cough* well acquainted with one another.

This chapter is a bit frisky, nothing overly explicit, a little more intimate than PG 13, but not quite NSFW.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

Next Chapter: Chapter 6

Word count: 1451

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Suggestive, Fearplay, Mouthplay (biting) mild dehumanization (aware Aedes is not human, fixated on that concept)

The feeling of his heart beating wildly under her thumb was intoxicating. There was no other world that could aptly describe it. In her grasp was a man- or more accurately, a vampire- regardless of semantics, June was all too aware held an entire being within her hand. She felt drunk. This was all so surreal… surreal and undeniably intimate. Was this okay? He was actually letting her hold him… after all the fear and anger and distrust… there he was… just… in her hand. She should exercise some restraint shouldn't she? This… was enough? But what exactly was this?? Despite quite literally having him in the palm of her hand, with the way he was teasing her there was a strange unease that still hovered around the corners of her mind, as if she was the one wrapped around his finger. 

His voice captivated her. She felt as though she hung off of every word. Have you planned what you’re going to do now that you’ve caught me? His surprisingly low voice seemed to echo in her mind. You say that, she thinks, yet why does it feel like I’m the one who’s caught? 

That was an invitation right? He was goading her… wasn’t he?

Not one to be out done, she tightens her grip slightly, 

"I seem to recall something about testing your structural integrity…" she muses, watching the man stiffen at her touch, yet soften at her words, "Why don't I test just how sturdy you are, little man." she says, her voice full of coy flirtation. 

She watches his expression change, eyes glued on him and taking in every detail. He swallows, eyes wide and fixated on her. Her heart skips as she watches his strange pointed ears flicker- it was bizarre, yet oddly adorable. He fidgeted in her grasp though his movements weren’t frenzied like when she had first caught him, more so… uncomfortable, nervous? She for one, most certainly was. 

She liked this. 

She liked this far too much.

Now that he wasn’t snarling, she couldn't help but notice just how striking he was. Those strange long pointed ears peeking out from a tousled mess of velvety black hair- his features sharp and chiseled, looking as though they were carved from marble on his pale skin. The sight of him disheveled in the palm of her hand gave a whole new and literal meaning to having man under her thumb and she found herself indulging in the literal interpretation far more than she ought to. 

Was this really okay? He had been so scared -

He tilts his head at her scrutiny, a faint smirk plays on his lips. In a jarringly casual manner, he stretches his arms back, resting his hands behind his head as if making himself comfortable. His stare was smug, cocky even, as he feigned a yawn. His teasing bordered on challenging, as if playing a strange and far too flirtatious game of chicken... Taunting her as if he knew she was enjoying his reactions more than she wanted to admit. 

“Oh,” His eyes meet hers unflinchingly, “So you’re just gonna toy with me now, huh? Well, come on. I’m all yours.”

She breaks eye contact.

Oh he knew all right.

This absolutely was a challenge- and she had no plans of backing down.

"Am I toying with you?" She coos, choosing her words carefully, "I do like to play rough with my toys." She watches in rapt delight as his ears flatten. Slowly, she slides her fingers under his arms, holding him up by his underarms and letting his feet dangle.

His face flushes.

June felt like a shark sensing blood in the water. She bites her lip. The sight of a full grown -albeit very small- man dangling from her hands is oddly enticing. He was quiet for a moment, the brief pause felt like it was gripping at her heart, Had she gone too far? This was wrong wasn’t it? He was sc - 

“Well then, play with me, my human.”

That smug little tease! She nearly growls at the excitement his invitation seems to bring forth, for a brief moment chasing away all of her lingering doubts. He likes this too…  

June gives in. 

Surprising even herself, she pulls him towards her, pressing her lips against his stomach. Her mind was alight, thoughts coming and going like fireworks- loud and quick. She kissed him- She was still kissing him! He flinches at the sudden action, a strangled sort of gasp escaping him, but doesnt push her away. His body was warm against her fingers- and firm against her lips. It was all so strange… She can't help but notice just how much of his body her lips can cover, or the feeling of his heart beating wildly against them. Was this really okay? He was a stranger… Hell- He wasn’t even human! He had snuck into her house- Drank her blood! And here she was just- 

Her thoughts freeze as her gaze flicks up to his face. 

Jaw clenched and head thrown back, his hands gripping firmly on her thumbs- the sight was mesmerizing. She watches, her eyes fixated on the shaky rise and fall of his chest as her lips graze his midsection- the way he shivered under her touch was thrilling… But it was his face that truly captivated her. He stared at her through half lidded eyes, gaze piercing in its intensity. A subtly flush danced across the pale skin of his cheeks, rising up to the tips of his ears- ears which folded back with her kisses. His lips twitched with every touch, drawing up as if he was wanting to bare his teeth, the faintest hint of a snarl playing across his expression. In that moment, he looked not only carnal- but truly carnivorous. 

June releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. It was all so much. 

She inhales, struggling to regain her composure. Instead she catches his scent lingering on her inhale. Amberesque and nectarous, he smelt of lush fruit and warm spice- of saffron and tonka. He smelt of temptation- of the warm excitement of youth. 

June swallowed. A strange mix of desire and unease sending a chill through her. 

Humans did not smell like that. 

She wills her hands steady as she kisses him, her actions somehow becoming more desperate. The hazy infatuation seemed to give way to a brief moment of clarity. She was far in over her head in something beyond her understanding. She didn’t feel in control. He was there, in her grasp, pressed against her lips… and yet she felt as if he had her in the palm of his hand. Her heart felt as though it crawled into her throat. She didn’t like that she was scared. She didn’t like that he could frighten her. 

As she kisses, his claws dig into the flesh of her thumbs. Claws… her mind echos, Not human. She brushes the thought aside, and adjusts her hold of him, pulling one hand away to take his wrists between her thumb and forefinger. She pulls his wrists above his head, cradling his body with her free hand so he's laying in her palm; restrained and vulnerable.

June shivers-the sight of the pose undeniably lewd. 

The sound of his breathing growing heavy makes her head spin- every gasp, every hitch of his breath…intoxicating didn't even begin to describe it. Between kisses she grins at the sensation of him squirming under the touch of her lips. What could he possibly be feeling? Was he scared? Part of her found herself hoping he was. She pushed that thought aside as quickly as it came. Through half lidded eyes, she risks another glance at him- her breath catching as he met her gaze. He seemed to like that, exhaling through gritted teeth- the sound hovering between a moan and a growl. 

His teeth… The sight of those fangs made a shiver run down her neck… and an idea take form in her mind. An eye for an eye… a bite for a bite. As June continues to kiss his midriff, slowly she opens her mouth, carefully letting her teeth graze against his chest. Aedes shudders under her touch. This time- much to her surprise- she growls.

He yelps.

June pauses. The way he trembles in her hand stirs something in her. She draws back slowly, her eyes fixated on him. This time, Aedes does not meet her gaze. Instead, he looks away- face flushed. With his wrists still held in place above his head he looks so helpless. 

She likes that. 

Without meeting her gaze, he utters a single word.

"Please."

June Murphy unravels.

[vynnytypesstuff]

Hello! Im here for a request if you dont mind, i loved the platonic stuff you wrote for lmk and wanted to request a platonic drabble with Sun Wukong and Macaque. If you don’t do that then can i get some headcanons? Enjoy your vacation!!

꒰୨୧﹒Lego Monkie Kid - Platonic Drabbles for Sun Wukong and Macaque

Ngl I had fun writing this request. I think I favor writing platonic stuff lmao

Thanks for your patience and here you go <33

Warnings: None

Sun Wukong

(Word Count: 430)

[Name] yawned, stretching their arms outwards as they laid on their back against the firm mattress of Wukong's couch. With the long week they've had to deal with, a lazy Sunday was the exact crowning jewel they needed to kick back and unwind, and what better way to spend them than with one of your closest friends?

Resisting the urge to let their exhaustion coax them into slumber, [Name] turned over onto their side, curious to see what Wukong had been up to during the time they had been staring at the ceiling. The Monkey King had been seated on the floor, surprisingly too focused on whatever task he was trying to complete to respond to [Name]'s movements. Upon closer inspection, in front of him was a piece of paper with art supplies scattered around him.

[Name] blinked, "since when do you draw?"

That seemed to be enough to grab Wukong's attention. "Uh, since always? Didn't I tell you this before?"

"Yeah, but… I kind of figured you were bluffing."

Wukong looked at them with false offense, sputtering in exaggeration, as if he were actually upset by that comment. "Wha- I'm shocked! Offended, even! I have my hidden talents you know. See for yourself!"

Reluctantly, [Name] rolled off the couch to get a look at Wukong's supposed masterpiece. A lingering part of them still expected to see a humorous assortment of scribbles, yet they were completely blown away once they witnessed his scarily realistic and accurate depiction of Flower Fruit Mountain, fully sketched down to it's finest details. It even had Wukong's little monkeys companions, who's sketched counterparts were scurrying around the mountain.

"How is your work not on display in a museum?!" [Name] exclaimed questioningly. They felt a little guilty about underestimating Wukong's artistic talents. They just weren't expecting him to be insanely good.

"Stage fright, or something," Wukong nonchalantly shrugged.

"Or maybe being the Monkey King is just a cover for your true identity as an artist," They mused. "I can't believe you've had a secret identity all this time and you didn't tell me."

He laughed, deciding to play along with the joke. "Caught me red-handed! And if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret."

Their exchange of friendly banter went on for quite some time before [Name] finally decided to abandon their original Sunday plans of having an intense ceiling-staring session, choosing to watch Wukong color his work before grabbing a piece of paper for themself and joining him in his makeshift "art studio." Overall, it was the perfect close to a weekend of relaxation.

Macaque

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"'Come hiking with me' you said. 'It'll be worth it' you said," a muttered complaint spilled into the air, courtesy of [Name]. Macaque and [Name] had been hiking the same mountain for a little over an hour. The rugged terrain combined with the narrow twists and turns of the trail wasn't helping with [Name]'s growing exhaustion. "It feels like we've been at this for ages! How much further until we're there?"

Macaque's voice rumbled in a soft, fond chuckle, clearly finding amusement in his friend's whining. "Relax, we're almost there. Besides, I meant what I said. You'll be thanking me once we've reached the top. Would I lie to you?"

[Name] opened their mouth to respond, but Macaque beat them to the punch with a quick "don't answer that."

Thankfully, Macaque had been truthful. A mere ten minutes after that small exchange, they had finally reached their final destination. It was the height of the Spring season, so despite the gentle chill of the flowing breeze hitting their skin, the weather was warm and comfortable. The view itself was breathtaking. The natural assortment of flora below them shone vibrantly against the sunlight, resembling the picturesque nature of a meticulously painted landscape.

The awed look on [Name]'s face didn't escape Macaque's gaze. "Told you it would be worth it." He grinned, finding a spot near the mountain's edge to sit down. "Honestly, even I forgot how beautiful the view was from up here."

"You haven't been here recently?"

Macaque shook his head in answer. "I used to come up here all the time with an old friend, so it just brings up a lot of memories, you know?" Perhaps [Name] was imagining it, but it almost sounded like there was a hint of sadness in his voice. They chose not to question it, instead letting him continue. "I wasn't sure how I'd feel about coming up here again."

'It's part of the reason I invited you,' a sudden thought that went unspoken. That was a little too vulnerable for his tastes.

[Name] walked over to where he was sat and settled next to him. They didn't speak after that, instead choosing to take in the view in comfortable silence. There was nothing awkward about it. Believe it or not, Macaque wasn't always the most talkative, so having someone he could sit with in silence was a pleasant change of pace.

Time passed, with [Name] being the one to break the silence. "Thanks for inviting me, this was actually pretty nice."

"Glad you like it. Does that mean you'll stop bugging me by asking 'are we there yet' every time we climb up here?"

"Don't count on it."

[volterran-wine]

POV inspired by these headcanons you did for me (which I adored, and often reread, thank you very much!)

You’re a poor Victorian Artist/Writer/Musician trying to make your way in a cutthroat world, you finished a humble showing of your work when you meet a (terribly handsome) stranger who is oh so supportive of you and shows so much interest in you your work.

Cut to approx. 100 years later, you’re happily mates to said handsome stranger, you continue to create, you’ve well outlived your contemporary rivals and critics, and you’re loving life when you hear a new book about you is being released.

Imagine your horror when you find out some pesky human historian discovered either letters written by you, sent to a trusted friend who apparently kept them after your ‘mysterious disappearance’ or worse yet, your own diary, which was tossed carelessly into the back of an antique wardrobe or under a floorboard in your haste to leave that life behind to start your new one.

While thankfully nothing supernatural was ever mention, the whole world, including but not limited to all those in the Palazzo, your in-laws and your now-husband get to read you gushing like a besotted teenager about how handsome and eloquent you thought he was upon your very first meeting, all the lovely things he said, and all you wild human feelings. No matter how cool you played it face-to-face, it’s clear you were smitten from the start. (You also may or may not have confessed to using them as a muse before being properly acquainted, someone’s likeness may have appeared in a sketch, someone’s words may appear in a poem, someone’s voice may have inspired a small composition, etc)

While most of the guard won’t see it as their place to speak on it (except maybe Corin, whether she is now your niece or step-daughter you won’t get past her unscathed) your brothers and sister(s)-in-law are more than happy to tease you, and your mate walks around with a hint more smugness than usual. Maybe you can all laugh at the authors seemingly wild theory that you did not, in fact, ‘die mysteriously’ but ran off with your ‘Italian Lover’ and changed your name being surprisingly accurate, tho thankfully missing any supernatural elements.

My reaction, personally? “I’m gonna go find my empty grave a roll around in it for a bit if it’s all the same to you,”

Well friend, I find this scenario highly plausible.

Seeing as though The Volturi are patrons of the arts they must have had a hand in a lot of creative ventures through the ages. I fully believe the royals have sponsored many an artist, probably has invited them to Volterra back in the day as well. These days they can operate more comfortably in the shadows, but back then? They had to have some interactions with the humans.

Honestly? I can only imagine how many poems, paintings and compositions are dedicated to Demetri at this point in time; with or without a mate to call his own.

[fcble]

limbo for andrew!

LIMBO - A time my muse acted faithless and disloyal.

In which Andrew receives a tempting proposition. August 2024. 1.3k. A direct follow up to this piece! Would definitely recommend reading that first.

Jinguk's business card haunts Andrew. It occupies the majority of his waking thoughts, and even some of his sleeping ones. He reflects on the events of the meeting, trying to figure out exactly what he did to catch Jinguk's attention.

The only response he received from Jaeseop regarding Jinguk read, Sorry I didn't tell you about him! I didn't want to worry you (｡•́︿•̀｡).

Andrew is considerably more worried now than he was a few weeks ago. He fiddles with the card as he works in the living room, and a thumb-shaped imprint begins to emerge over the Danyoung Group's logo. No one asks him about it, despite Intak constantly reorganizing his figurine collection, and Kiyoung's daily coming and goings.

Wearing down the ink isn't enough, he decides. He has to try and do something about it. Kiyoung is out, like he tends to be, and Intak is asleep. Andrew is spending more time listening to the new Parannoul album than working, which makes it as good of a time as it's ever going to be.

He leans forward on the couch seat and dials Jinguk's number. The call connects almost immediately. He expects to hear a secretary or a personal assistant. He's greeted instead by Jinguk's velvet baritone. "Andrew. I expected your call earlier."

Andrew is thrown off immediately. Jinguk knows his phone number? He answers his own phone? He wanted Andrew to call him? He settles for a generic, non-committal response. "I was occupied."

"That's Taein-ssi for you." His assessment of Andrew's boss is accurate and matter of fact.

The sound of a pen clicking and the pages of a notebook flipping are audible over the line. "My lunch is clear today," Jinguk continues. "I'll see you at noon. My office is on the fifteenth floor."

There are no questions or requests in any of his statements. Jinguk speaks in the tone of a man used to getting his way, someone who won't take no for an answer.

"Of course," Andrew responds, trying to regain his balance. He doesn't bother to try and counter Jinguk's steamrolling of the conversation. It works for him. He didn't want to plan anything himself. He glances at the time on his computer. Fifteen minutes to eleven. He needs an outfit. Somehow, he thinks his current t-shirt and sweats combo is not going to cut it in front of Jinguk.

"I trust you'll be able to find your way to the Danyoung Group's headquarters."

That too is a statement, rather than a question.

"I don't see any issues with that."

"Very well." Jinguk's response is immediate, and the line clicks off.

Andrew doesn't have time to think about that conversation. He's too busy scrambling to find his way to the Danyoung Group's building.

An hour later, he finds Jinguk's office. Once he made it to the fifteenth floor of the skyscraper it became easy, because Jinguk's office seems to be the fifteenth floor. The elevator opens to a wide, open space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. From what Andrew can see, the area includes a kitchen, a ping-pong table, a foosball table, at least three TVs, and what looks like a salad bar in another area separate from the kitchen. There are a few desks facing in the general direction of the elevators, but they're all empty.  In fact, most of the room is empty, with the exception of a lone figure sitting on a leather couch near the windows. Jinguk.

Andrew's footsteps echo in the otherwise empty space, and Jinguk looks up from his laptop. He gestures for Andrew to come closer—a bit impatiently, if Andrew were to judge.

"Andrew-ssi. It's good to see you again."

Andrew gingerly takes a seat across from him. "Likewise."

Jinguk checks the time on his watch, a surprisingly slender and unobtrusive silver piece that probably costs more money than Andrew will ever have in his life. "We have twenty-seven minutes. I assume you have questions. Ask whatever you'd like."

Andrew gets the impression that Jinguk cancelled something more important than him. And the impression that no one knows who he is, besides someone important enough to have an entire half hour of Jinguk's time. He starts with the most pressing question he has.

"Are you headhunting me?" he asks bluntly.

Jinguk doesn't laugh at that, but Andrew would like to think he almost does. He smiles a sort of half-smile instead, like Andrew's insolence is faintly amusing, not an idiotic annoyance. "I would encourage you to seek other opportunities. I am willing to provide some of them, should you be interested."

"I extended my contract," Andrew says. "I have three more years with Taein-nim."

His words might as well be paper, with the way Jinguk easily shreds through them. "There's no issue there. Should you choose to leave, I will assume responsibility for any monetary repercussions."

It's all sounding a little too good to Andrew. It is disconcerting to hear Jinguk reduce the years of his career down to a number, some figure he can simply pay off. But then again, that's all an idol is, isn't it? He knew that when he first signed his contract.

"Why me?"

Jinguk regards him carefully. "You're a smart young man. You know you'll never reach your full potential in Taein-ssi's company."

Andrew considers it. What keeps him at Zenith, other than his contract? And Fable. He can't leave Fable. Rationally, he knows the PR nightmare that would cause. In a more calculated manner, he also knows that whatever solo career he can scrape together from the ashes of that disaster would be a poor, shoddy, imitation of Fable's popularity. No amount of money will buy his way out of that, contrary to what Jinguk thinks. And as much as he hates to admit it, he knows, too, that Jinguk is right. His creative direction and his music have both helped Fable grow—flourish, even—but as an individual, he's treading water. He's spent the past couple of years stagnant.

He stalls for time, probing the limits of Jinguk's generosity, since he's far from forth-coming. "I'll be able to continue my work as an artist." A statement, not a request. He thinks he understands Jinguk's modus operandi, so he responds in the same way. His music is the one thing he can't give up on. He can't sideline himself to be a songwriter or producer either. He likes the spotlight and the attention too much for that.

Jinguk nods. "We are more than capable of providing all the support you'd need. If you're interested in an American career as well, that can be arranged."

The prospect of going home is the best one he's heard all day. It's tempting, to cut loose and throw his lot in with Jinguk, like he did seven years ago with Taein. He plunged right into the deep end, with nothing but his wits and desperation. He could do it again.

"Forgive me for asking," he says, "but how does this benefit you or your company?"

Jinguk's smile seems to imply that he approves of Andrew's line of questioning, like some sort of reward for being on the right track. He straightens up in his seat and says, "At a certain level of power and social influence, such direct bargains become unnecessary. Think of it as altruism, and the Danyoung Group as patrons of the arts."

Andrew writes kpop idol music. He's not sure how much culture he's contributing to.

"I'd like some time to think about it," he says finally. He's asked his questions and received some answers, but he's unable to tell if Jinguk was entirely truthful. For some reason, it seems like there's more to the story than he's telling Andrew.

Jinguk dips his head in a curt nod. "I'll give you a month. I expect to have an answer from you then."

There isn't much to say to that, so Andrew agrees. A month isn't long enough for him to make a decision of this scale, but it'll have to do. The part he's left with now is the hardest one: making the choice.

[everythingsinred]

Natsume Is a Cat (pt. 1)

Hi guys. This was a long time coming. I've kinda always planned on making a post like this, for fun. It's not exhaustive, and it's not intelligent, but these are some musing about Natsume being a cat. Maybe I'll find new examples and add them, but for now, this is what I've come up with. Enjoy.

Now, Natsume being a cat is not connected to him being the Black Cat and wearing the cat mask. That's incidental. We'll discuss it anyway. Natsume is the Black Cat because of plot and relationship reasons. Mikan is told in Chapter 2 to "Beware of black cats," specifically in relation to Natsume and his mask. Black cats are bad luck. Natsume is bad luck. I think Higuchi Tachibana chose the mask because his personality was already catlike and the mask just cemented it in a visual form. The superstition adds fun and spice to the NM relationship.

But I won't be bringing up examples of his mask as proof that he's a cat because, in my opinion, that's weak evidence. Instead, we'll go into detail about what exactly makes someone a cat person vs. any other kind of person and why Natsume is a cat person, or more accurately, a person who is a cat.

Typically, the term "cat person" or "dog person" refers to which animal a person prefers to keep as a pet. Though Natsume clearly likes all kinds of animals (he's best friends with Ruka, and this will come up again), I think a cat would make the best pet for him because of his personality and what exactly cats require of their owners as opposed to dogs or other animals. Surprisingly, cat or dog people have actually been shown time and time again to have certain traits associated with them. For cat people, they tend to be as follows: neurotic, creative, open-minded, introverted, sensitive, non-conformist, and intelligent. I won't get into all that here, because I'm actually not trying to prove that Natsume is a cat person; rather, I'm making the point that Natsume is a cat who just so happens to be a person. I hope that makes sense.

Essentially, this post will be a claim that Natsume is a cat, particularly a feral cat, particularly a stereotypical feral cat. Cats have different personalities, and sometimes act opposite the way I'll be describing here. I have three cats who all have different personalities so I know that there's no one-size-fits-all traits to be ascribed to an entire species. This is a post for fun.

(Special note: cats are innocent creatures and thus should never be subject to violence or cruelty the way they so often are, especially black cats being viewed as bad luck, or by neighbors leaving out catfood soaked in antifreeze because they're bothered by a neighborhood cat. Cats are victim to a lot of violence, which is why it's often recommended you keep your cat indoors to help prevent them from being hurt or killed, either by accident or on purpose. Unlike dogs, cats as an entire species have always been negatively depicted throughout history and those superstitions still persist today. Also if you hate cats, I don't trust you. I don't think we can be friends.)

Let's begin.

What's a feral cat?

A feral cat is a cat that has not been socialized and is thus not accustomed to interacting with humans. I would actually argue that Natsume as he is in the manga is more of a stray cat that has become feral over time. That particular definition would be a cat that was once socialized, or perhaps had an owner, but was abandoned somehow until it lost trust in humans. These cats have the potential to be resocialized, but only if someone is willing to be patient and work with them. So. Natsume.

Did you know that cats only meow to communicate with humans? They do not meow with each other. Thus, a feral cat that is not accustomed to interacting with humans is not likely to vocalize much. Why do I bring this up?

Natsume doesn't talk much.

Natsume's most common speech bubble is as seen above. "....." He doesn't talk, doesn't feel the need to communicate, doesn't have much to say at all. I have indoor cats, who are all vocal when they're trying to talk to me, but most of the time they're quiet. Even unferal cats tend to keep quiet.

These instances are great examples of that, where people are talking to him, maybe asking questions even, and he doesn't say anything. In the second example, the most he says is, "what." In the first, all he does is glare. Cat-core.

Feral cats don't really trust people. They can be aggressive towards those they perceive as threats. Living on the streets can make you wary of any potential dangers.

Have you ever tried to approach a cat, only to get scratched? It's because they're scared! (Yes, I do think Natsume is scared here and that's why he reacts like this; he is also wary and even--dare I say--scared of Nobara, who is timid and means well, just because he thinks of her as Persona's tool. A girl may look helpless and innocent, but at the Academy, anybody could be a spy or a threat meant to cow him into obedience.)

Even further--they don't appreciate being hugged without their consent. (This is actually a reason why people hate cats. Can you believe?? The absolute stupidity of cat haters. Cats have boundaries and aren't afraid to stand by them. If you pull a cat's tail or try to hug it when it doesn't wanna be held, they will scratch. This isn't a sign that cats are evil; this is a sign that you don't care much about others' boundaries.)

I'm not saying Tsubasa doesn't care about Natsume's boundaries, but he's trying too hard and isn't patient enough to act on Natsume's terms. (Also, Tsubasa is a dog person.)

Meanwhile, cats like to be the one to come to you, and to demonstrate affection on their own terms.

They actually like snuggling from time to time, but they don't like when it's forced on them.

In fact, even for people they like, cats can get irritated when affection is forced upon them in any way, or if it isn't entirely on their own terms.

Natsume stays put in the first example because Ruka is drunk and sleeping, but it's clear he's not happy to be trapped like that. Meanwhile, in the second example, Mikan has pet Natsume too much! Cats get unhappy when they've been overstimulated (also she called him cute and cats think they're bigger and cooler and tougher than they actually are).

Meanwhile, sometimes you give a cat affection and they don't really react at all, for various reasons.

Cats react like this to being kissed in real life actually. They can't do anything about it and they don't get it. Just O.O. That's all.

I titled this image "cats react like this to being hugged jsyk" which is usually true if the cat is used to you and permits your touch.

So how do cats show their love if they're so picky about affection? Easy! For one, they love gift-giving, particularly with food! A cat might bring you prey it's caught.

Or you might have heard that cats convey trust and affection through eye contact and slow blinking.

But cats often like to be by themselves. They don't often relish large crowds and uncomfortable stray cats will even hide themselves from humans.

Cats actually don't do very much. They like to sit around and do nothing. You know who else likes to sit around and do nothing? That's right!

He is sleepy! Cats sleep 12-16 hours a day, and my cat Phoebe sleeps way more than that. Natsume probably doesn't sleep enough at night considering his missions, but let's pretend he's just sleepier than the average person.

In particular, you'll often find a cat sitting and looking out the window. They love to watch through the window.

Such a big world out there. They don't necessarily wanna be a part of it, but they sure do like looking at it.

And they LOVE to climb! Trees are a big part of this. They love to be tall.

Trees allow for cats who are otherwise small to feel tall. They're also an excellent hiding space from dastardly humans. Cats don't so much get "stuck" in trees as their owners just desperately want them back down. The cat will likely come down when it feels like it.

Okay. Dang it. Tumblr told me I reached an image limit. Be patient with me. There will be a part 2! I'll link to it when it's done. Which will be soon. Like, within the next hour.

Update: As promised, the next two parts are available here.

Part 2. and Part 3.

[xochiipillii]

dating Xochipilli headcanons

summary: pretty self-explanatory.. this is what I think dating the god Xochipilli, the flower prince, would be like as a mortal!

pairings: xochipilli :: aztec god of love, music, art, summer, etc.

a/n: xochipilli is one of my favorite gods everr (hence the namesake), so i really hope i did justice to this bi-con. I refer to xochipilli as "he/him" in this post, but it's probably more accurate to describe xochipilli as "they/them"

" lay with me, i'll lay with you :: we'll do the things that lovers do -

Xochipilli is a morning person, through and through. So, expect him to be kissing you awake at the crack of dawn, the windows open, hot honey tea on the bedside table, and his sticky lipgloss all over your cheeks and lips

In fact, expect to be dragging your groggy self to the kitchen at 7 in the morning to see Xochipilli, full make-up, making breakfast while the album ZABA blasts from whatever device was nearby at the time

His favorite gifts to give are flowers and sweets, and BOY does he give them out often

He always dresses up 110% for date nights, i’m talking HOURS of picking out the perfect top to go with his bottoms, choosing the right shade of lipstick to match his eye makeup, etc. etc. tbh you have to give Xochi at least a 3 day notice in advance before any date nights

Xochipilli is used to getting a lot of attention when he goes out- hello, he is the god of love and beauty- and of course, he’s always super sweet (almost flirty) with people which can get on your nerves sometimes

But he teases you relentlessly when you get jealous:

“Oh, did you see that smile? Aw, don’t pout, my love. It’s just divine diplomacy! You know only you have my heart, right?”

Sweet talker sweet talker sweet talker, you can never argue with him

Yes, expect to be dancing in the kitchen at 3 in the morning. Yes, it’s non-negotiable

Xochipilli is HUGE on PDA (public displays of affection) and he will use every waking moment to hold your hand, kiss your cheek, hug you when you’re trying to get your shopping done

Adding onto this, he is the best cuddler so warm and soft

Also has like a shopping list of pet-names and sweetheart-names for you including but not limited to: blossom, flor amor, my love, amorcito, my muse

Sometimes Xochipilli has to be away for some period of time to be in the divine realm, but he always sends you cute love letters with tons of poetry when he’s gone

side note— Xochi smells SO GOOD like top notes of orchid and vanilla with the distinct accent of something woodsy like sandalwood or copal. plus he’s always applying some sort of perfume or body oil so it’s like mmm all day

Xochipilli is a part of the Ahuiateteo, the gods of excess, so he mmmight be a bit overbearing sometimes— always encouraging you to have just one more sip of wine, another spoonful of ice cream, a few more hours to sleep in

can we point out that he’s the god of hallucinogenic mushrooms so uhhh strap in, we’re getting funky because he would definitely want to go on a trip with you

he is a silly man, so expect some lighthearted but fairly weird pranks (along the lines of butterflies in your face when you’re trying to work, always hiding the second sock, gliTTER UGH)

on the topic of hiding your second sock:

“Sock? What sock? The laundry seems to have a mind of its own, my blossom. It must have fancied a stroll.”

you have your own personal doctor— seeing that Xochipilli’s brother is the god Ixtlilton who lords over health, medicine, and surprisingly dancing.

softly singing you to sleep, always.

Would definitely pop up in your dreams to give you some weird, cryptic advice which is always on the lines of giving him more kisses

[misty-moth]

Here is the second chapter of my Moulin Rouge AU for Charles-Henri ✯⸜(*❛‿❛)⸝✯

Here is Chapter 1, and Chapter 3

divider (under the cut): saradika

Charles Henri x reader, Moulin Rouge AU, ~2.8k words

Chapter 2

The following few days held nothing out of the ordinary for you. You’d found your daily routine ready to take you back, and so you’d acquiesced your return to the mundane.

Those swirling feelings had not released you though. As you went through your daily chores, you’d find yourself in a trance. If the residents noticed, they didn’t seem too keen on pulling you back to reality. Or… maybe they tried and you were that distracted… hmm…

Your auto-pilot had found its destination as you plopped down at the desk in your room. You’d asked the owner of this mansion for stationary, which he’d gladly provided.

As you glanced down, you scanned through the small notes you’d jotted down. Writing on the meer spectacle of that night seemed like the obvious choice. There was the architecture, the performances, the sensational atmosphere…

“But all I can think about is him…” your soft murmur only reached your ears, but it came out much more solemn than you’d expected.

What was he doing now? Was he thinking of you too?

Freedom, beauty, truth, and love… they were beautiful concepts, of course. You’d always loved reading about them, but hadn’t before felt the impulse to write about them yourself, but… the words were unfolding in your mind freely, haphazardly, almost… poetically?

A startled laugh escaped you as you realized how cheesy those words were! But as soon as you’d given yourself permission, your hand began moving. The poetic words you’d been thinking formed into a song, one you didn’t intend to share with anyone.

Or more accurately, you didn’t want to share with more than one specific person.

While you hadn’t yet returned to the Moulin Rouge since that night, you’d known undoubtedly that you would. Charles-Henri had promised that you wouldn’t need to pay to see him again, which was a saving grace as you’d become essentially penniless writer in this time period. The owner of the mansion had more than sufficient funds, but you’d already felt you’d been intruding as is. The aspect of asking him for money to spend at a brothel was… unappealing…

Charles had accepted your smile as a payment, and seemed fully satisfied with it. Maybe this next time, these words could be his payment?

“My gift is my song… and this one’s for you.”

You felt a slight blush, but an even stronger smile as you’d finally put your words onto paper.

This form of writing was so new to you, but surprisingly exciting. He had unknowingly become your muse, and it made you giddy when you imagined telling him. These new feelings were liberating.

~~~

A week had passed since you had met Charles, and you found yourself lingering in the hallway containing your escort’s room. He was still bustling to get ready past the door, and he chuckled when he joined you in the hallway.

“My, my, a bit eager are we?” You nodded sheepishly, and his teasing grin settled into a soft smile. “Then let’s go, dove.”

The carriage was taking far longer than you’d like, and you found your leg bouncing in antsy anticipation.

“I must admit, I’m a bit proud… and a bit envious,” Arthur said, breaking the silence. Your eyes left the window to find his crooked smile. “I’m proud that I could bring you out of the mansion. You’d looked so glum when you couldn’t return to your time, and being able to light a spark in you warms my spirits, too.” He sighed. “If only I had been the one to grow that spark into a twin flame.”

You felt your cheeks flush a bit, but it made sense that he’d noticed. You had been undoubtedly obvious that week.

“Thank you, Arthur.”

“Of course, luv.” He sighed before brightening again, his voice chipper if not teasing. “So, am I to assume that my escort mission ends once you meet your favorite performer?”

“That’s a valid assumption.”

“I figured. If things get dodgy, find me, yea? I’ll keep an out, and hopefully actually find you this time,” his eyes narrowed playfully.

The carriage finally arrived in the plaza, and you entered the building brazenly, a stark contrast to your last visit.

Leaving the cold wind for the heated room left you pausing; how exactly were you planning on finding him? The blur somehow seemed less intense, but it was still a blur nonetheless.

Your eyebrows knitted together, still standing near the entrance, when you felt a hand grab yours. That hand was tugged firmly, spinning you 180° before two hands gently clamped on either side of your face. You gasped, trying to catch up, when you felt lips pressing against your forehead.

“You’re back! You’re really here!” Charles-Henri was just as bouncy as you’d felt in the carriage.

“Charles!” You beamed up at him. “Thank god you found me, I was worried as to how I could pull off finding you.”

His hands lowered to grab yours. “I’d like to say it was great serendipity, but I’ve been hanging around the entrance every night this week.” His eyes crinkled with his smile.

You blinked up at him. He… had been thinking of you too. Suddenly, you remembered the folded piece of paper containing his written gift, and you felt a little pang of nervousness.

He mistook that change of expression, and he followed up with a chuckle. “I’m a bit forward, but I swear I mean well. I was just excited to see you again.”

“N-no, I’ve been excited to see you too!” You found yourself shouting a bit, but he smiled at your enthusiasm. His fingers easily twined into the same hand he’d claimed last time, and you glanced back toward Arthur before Charles pulled you out of your reverie.

“Dance with me!” Charles brought the two of you onto the floor, and not a moment later you felt him leading you into the familiar movements. You giggled at this feeling of freedom, and he easily joined in.

The music had you twirling, humming cheerfully, and bravely attempting the dances you saw around you. When one song ended, it melted effortlessly into the next. All of the songs were upbeat, which made sense given the location, but the song that had just started was noticeably slower.

Charles brought you against his chest, his heat joining yours. Your claimed hand raised a bit as his other gripped at your waist. His eyes smoldered, which may have intimidated you had you not felt the same passion radiating through yours. Your bodies were far closer to each other than they had ever been, leaving no space. The hand on your waist traveled to your lower back, locking you into his embrace.

The mood had gotten much more intimate, and you were eager to melt into the moment. Much like your hands, your bodies meshed together as the dance continued. Your free hand was resting on his chest, and you felt his pulse thrumming as quickly as your own. You never would have imagined being bold enough to tango in your own time, yet here you were with one hell of a dance partner.

His hands were a bit friskier than usual, but it seemed the entire dance floor was busy with their own moments. As the song reached a conclusion, you locked eyes again as he lightly placed his fingertips to your cheek. His body jutted forward as a dancer behind him bumped into him, effectively jolting us from the intensity.

He shook his head infinitesimally as if trying to return to reality.

He leaned toward your ear. “I definitely need some fresh air,” he grinned before towing you to the side exit.

The chilled autumn air didn’t soothe your still hammering pulse. You noticed he wasn’t looking at you like he usually did. He didn’t seem upset at least, just maybe perplexed?

“Charles?” he jumped a bit, eyes wide as they met yours.

“Oh! Ahaha, sorry, I think I just got a little dizzy there.” He shook his head again. “I think I’m just so glad that you’re here again, it’s messing with my head.”

Your pocket felt heavy as the two of you stopped around the same spot as the last visit.

“Actually Charles,” your cheeks warmed, but you held onto your courage with both hands. “I managed to write since last time, at least a little.”

“That’s wonderful!” He beamed. “What sort of story are you writing?”

“Um…” your eyes averted, now clutching onto the remaining fragments of courage. “It’s actually a song, I think, as sort of a gift for your time. I was hoping you’d be the first to read it,” you shrugged. The only one to read it, preferably.

You saw his frame stiffen, and you peaked up to see his face even more dazed than a few minutes ago.

You let him pause for as long as you could handle. “Ch-charles? It’s okay if you don’t—“

“No!” He gasped out.” “Non, I want it! Please!”

Both of your faces held a shade of pink as you reached into your pocket, retrieving the paper filled with your vulnerability. You placed it into his hand.

He stared down at it, making no movement to unfold it. “You said it was a song?”

Ohhh no.

“Well, it almost reads like a song, but really it’s like a poem, so—“ a finger touched your lips.

“Please?” His gaze pierced into you, his expression achieving the lonliest puppy face. “It’s only us within earshot, and hearing it through your voice…” his finger on your lip brushed softly.

You tentatively took the paper back, concentrating on it rather than the man it was written for. “I can… read it. I don’t think my nerves would allow me to sing it even if I wanted to.”

Charles fervently nodded before hunkering down on the side of the building, patting the spot next to him.

You cleared your throat as you joined him, eyes glued to the paper as if you hadn’t memorized it.

“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide,” your blush never left but his thumb brushed your hand as encouragement through the song.

“I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words,” your voice had become ever so slightly melodic as you lost yourself in the words. “How wonderful life is… while you’re in the world.”

Your song concluded, you heard him murmur, “that was very beautiful.” You began putting the paper away, only to feel your chin tilted up and lips placed firmly against yours.

It wasn’t a very long kiss, but your heart was aflame. He pulled back, gracing you with unbridled bliss. “Can I keep the written version?” You nodded, handing it back to him.

A shadow cast across the two of you. “Charles.”

You glanced up to see a rather tall man wearing glasses, arms folded across his chest. Charles-Henri shot up, bringing you along with him.

“Hello, Docteur!” Charles chuckled before glancing at you. “This here is my manager, Monsieur Johann Faust!”

“Charles,” Faust repeated before sighing. “This doesn’t appear to be the dance floor you’re assigned to.”

Charles floundered a bit, “ah, well you see— Voivode!” he sounded gleeful at the realization. “He asked me to introduce her to him if she visited again, so I was just about to ask her about it.”

Faust quirked up an eyebrow, scanning Charles before turning to you. “Very well. The owner of this establishment is Monsieur Vlad. I vaguely recall him mentioning a woman he’d only seen from a distance, so I have to assume it was you. I’m sure he’s available to meet now. Come along.” He began walking away as soon as he finished speaking, making any possible dispute difficult.

Charles briskly followed, and you felt his hand loosen after a moment before letting it go completely.

You clenched your hand at the lost heat, but he wouldn’t meet your curious gaze.

The three of you entered a side door with a staircase, the only sounds were the echoed footsteps in the small stairwell. You soon reached a door where Faust knocked twice.

“Come in,” you heard a man’s soft voice from inside the room as the door opened. Faust motioned for you to enter as you took in the gorgeous room. It looked as if every furnishing was an immaculately kept antique, from the red velvet sofa to the rich mahogany desk. Sitting behind that desk was an even more beautiful man with silver hair and strikingly red eyes that were locked onto yours.

“You’ve returned,” his smile was radiant as he stood up to greet you. “My name is Vlad.” He pulled up the hand that had long lost Charles’ warmth, placing a kiss. “I’ve been wanting to meet with you since I first saw you.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, too,” you said meekly, curious as to just when the first time he saw you was.

“Thank you for bringing her, Charles. You may go now,” Vlad’s dismissal left little to argue with, but Charles certainly sounded like he was about to.

“Let’s go, Charles,” Faust grabbed his feisty coworker by the collar as he walked him back through the door.

You watched the door close behind them as Vlad walked over to the sofa and gestured to you to join. You awkwardly sat on the other end, but he simply smiled.

“It truly is wonderful to officially meet you. I saw you outside about a week ago, granted from a distance. It’s a little bit funny… you seem so familiar somehow.” He looked at you with puzzlement pulling his eyebrows. “Like we were fated to meet. I must admit, I’m quite taken with that feeling.”

Unsure how to respond to such a statement, you stared blankly at his handsome face. He really was lovely to look at, his voice as velvety as the seat around you. He allowed you your space, but he watched you deeply with a sort of awe.

“I-I’m actually not from here,” you stammered before taking a steadying breath. “So I don’t think we’ve met before.”

His smile became bemused. “Hmm… then I hope we can make this our first fateful encounter. I’d like far more chances to speak with you in the future.”

It wasn’t so much that he was unpleasant or pushy; if anything, he was far more restrained than Charles had been…

Charles.

It’s where your mind had been for a week, and this strange conversation had been no different. It felt so strange knowing that he was just outside the building by now. You wished you could see him one last time tonight.

“Actually, Monsieur Vlad—“

“Just Vlad, if you would.”

“Vlad… I’m actually here tonight with an escort from home, and I don’t wish to worry him by staying out too long.” It was technically the truth, which helped your voice stay strong.

Vlad’s expression saddened, and he sighed softly. “Can I see you again soon? You can come see me any time you decide to visit the Moulin Rouge.”

You managed to nod politely, though not quite commiting to a time for a next meeting.

“Let me lead you back.”

The two of you stepped back out into the plaza, and you quickly scanned for Charles to no avail. “I’ll be able to find him from here. It was an honor meeting you.”

He smirked at your formality, “Until next time, ma douce.” He pressed a final kiss to your hand before you nearly scurried away.

It really had gotten late, so you walked back to the path you and Arthur had taken the last time you’d left. Thankfully, it seemed he had the same idea as you approached each other.

“Hmm,” Arthur hummed. “You don’t look very chuffed given your excitement earlier.”

You laughed, loosening your shoulders. “It’s nothing. Actually, I just met the owner. He was kind, but I guess I was more nervous around him than I thought.”

Arthur tilted his head, but decided not to press the matter. “Are you ready to head home?”

You knew that trying to find Charles in the crowd after Faust had already chastised him would be challenging, so you decided not to fight that battle today.

Arthur led the way back toward the street to herald a carriage. As you climbed in and sat down, you glanced one last time toward the entrance where you saw the pale-pink hair of your favorite performer. You thought his face looked troubled for a moment, but he broke into a smile as he waved goodbye. You placed your hand against the small window as Arthur sat across from you. Arthur sighed wistfully as the carriage began to move.

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[imagine-you]

i'm rewatching true blood for the billionth time which means i have to do an obligatory re-read of your fic and it always shocks me just how accurately you manage to characterise eric!! it feels so realistic and true to character but you also allow us to see another side to him we don't really get in the show ajajshjzjzxjja

i did have a question to ask though. in the show when sookie isn't around we get to see pam and eric sometimes talk about her (gash in a sundress comes to mind, though i haven't gotten there in my rewatch yet) and i wanted to ask does that happen with the reader in your fic? i can kinda just imagine pam tormenting eric haha

The fact that you're rereading my fic means so much to me. And the fact that you feel like I'm getting Eric right? That totally made my day. Thank you so much!!

And they for sure do. It's a lot of Pam insinuating she'll make a move on reader and Eric being all broody and pissed off. Mostly because Pam finds Sookie annoying, but reader has managed to gain an ounce of respect with her.

It would be a lot like this:

"So," Pam started, leaning against the desk in Eric's office. "You managed to get Y/N to take some of your blood." "It was surprisingly easy," Eric mused as he flipped through paperwork. "She is a lot more acclimated to us than Sookie," Pam observed, sneering when she spoke Sookie's name. "I wonder if I could get Y/N to take my blood," she continued with a smirk. Eric's gaze shot up from the papers on his desk to her. "Don't you dare," he snapped. "Well, it would only offer her more protection, wouldn't it?" Pam considered with a tilt of her head. "And don't you want her protected? Or is it because you don't want her forming an attraction to me?" Eric didn't answer, but his fist tightened around the pen in his hand and snapped in half. Pam turned away, doing her best to hide the grin on her face. It had been a long time since she had anything to use to antagonize Eric and she was sincerely going to enjoy every moment Y/N had unknowingly gifted her.

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FURINA DE FONTAINE - that time my mom forced me to become a fake goddess and I had to lie and act my way for 500 years to help save the people of fontaine to stop the waters from rising!

Give an isekai light novel title that describes my muse

"While I didn't refer to her as my 'mom', this is surprisingly accurate..."