#ahhh i'm kind of terrified

[salsflore]

[nipuni]

Hello! Time for another blog post! I think my last one was two months ago and a lot has happened since 😊

We have been attending a ton of historical recreation events so I still have many photos to share, hope you don't hate those! It's been really fun! We are exhausted and all out of social battery however so we are taking it easy this month. Another thing that's been happening a lot is that even when we are not dressed in historical clothing we keep getting stopped by strangers on the street because of our everyday outfits, it's been like that for a couple of years now so we are no longer startled or nervous about it but it's happening more and more often now and it's so nice! we always end up chatting about the events we go to and our jobs and hobbies and exchanging contacts or they ask for photos and stuff! people are really kind and excited about it and I still find it so surprising in the best way. We grew up in a very hostile city and environment and that makes you paranoid and cynical so these interactions and response has been healing really. I know their words will stick with us for years to come 😭 Sadly the unbearable heat is starting though so that means our outings for the next three months will be limited to the crack of dawn and after sunset 😞 but at least the summer brings a lot of fruit with it so we can sit at home and eat pineapples and strawberries while we wait for autumn.

My family came to visit a few months ago too and we made them watch most of Doctor Who's season one to four and some of our favourite episodes from all the other seasons lmao. And much to our delight they really enjoyed it!! They both loved Ten the most and my step dad is now in love with Martha 🥰

We have also been watching the current season and it's been so fun keeping up with fandom theories in real time and talking about it and speculating with friends in person, it's the first time we get a chance to do it since we got into the series and we are enjoying it a lot!

We also watched season one of Jessica Jones and we loved David's performance as Kilgrave!! He stole the show for real. Kilgrave is such an incredible villain, one of the best I've seen and DT does such an amazing job portraying every aspect of him. He's detestable and volatile and frighteningly powerful and has such an intimidating terrifying presence in the narrative while also being pathetic and vulnerable and ridiculous and childish and so human with all it's worrying implications. It was just so gripping and I wish he had stayed for the rest of the show honestly!! Now we have to pick our next David Tennant series to watch! 😊

Also!! Dragon Age is back!! AHHH I wanted to thank everyone that commented on my last DA pieces, it has made my month to read the comments, I didn't expect so many people to remember my art or my character after so many years and it's so touching and flattering you have no idea 😭💘 I look forward to making more and sharing them with you all, I'm truly grateful for the kindness you've shown me both back then and now I hope you know.

I feel so spoiled lately with all these franchises that I love releasing new content!! I've never been in these many fandoms at once!! I have so many ideas to draw and keep jumping back and forth between drawings from different shows and games AAAAA it's a good and welcome change honestly, keeps me busy and inspired!

Anyway that's all for now I think! I hope you are doing well and this summer/winter is kind to you all ❤️

[yanderambling]

Ahhh love your writing!! Can we get something for yan!ruler and their willing darling who's also their knight? Reader is pining towards their totally sweet and kind ruler and when the ball comes they're very sad cause now their Highness will dance with some noble and ofc fall in love and reader have never had a chance with the royalty anyway :((

But they didn't know those concerns were in vain🙂🙂

i'm so happy to hear that! and what a wonderful idea, thanks so much for sending it!! i may have taken it in a slightly different direction, but i hope you enjoy <3

concept: Submissive Monarch!Yandere(gn) x Pining Knight!Reader(gn)

words: ~1.1k

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, slight manipulation, this one's actually p tame lol

You hadn't been working for Aschanti very long when they promoted you to their personal guard.

You were honored by the trust your noble ruler had in you, and you still work tirelessly to ensure that trust was not misplaced; the last thing you'd want to do is disappoint your dear sovereign.

Aschanti is a righteous and just power, they're clever and virtuous and surprisingly kind, to boot. You admire them immensely, and you're grateful every day for the privilege of being in their royal majesty's presence while you keep them safe and secure.

You couldn't be happier to be by your ruler's side all the time now.

Well... almost all the time.

You struggle at times like these, these high-class social gatherings where you have to watch them dazzle and charm (more so than usual), where they play nice and rub shoulders with the elites.

It just makes the divide between you two so much more prominent in your mind; you feel terribly out of place as a working hand among all these elegant nobles- and watching half of them squabble for Aschanti's attention is just the icing on the bitter cake.

They could have anyone they want, any of those beautiful scions that look so natural in all their fineries, that move with unfaltering grace and poise, that hold high status and social connections.

Why would they ever choose you?

You were meant for the sidelines, a lowborn made to stand in the shadows and keep your divine ruler safe while they live out their life before you.

You’ve known this for ages, and remind yourself often. But, unfortunately, this knowledge cannot seem to stop you from dreaming.

If only you stood a chance with them…

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Aschanti has desired you since the first day you reported for duty.

You were so earnest, so absolute in your dedication to the crown, to them. And they could tell, they've seen countless knights pull the "happy hardworking hero" act to get in their good graces, but not you. You were real. You truly just wanted to protect them, to pledge your life to their rule, to defend their body and name alike based on only your ideals and instinct (you seem to rely on those for most decisions, and you’re very often right).

They put you on their personal guard almost immediately (which is lodged within the castle, naturally), terrified now at the idea of being so far from you after having been blessed by your glorious presence.

They always feel so comforted when they see your silhouette standing in their periphery, they lose their breath when they watch you scrutinize new persons for potential threats, their chest sets alight when they hear you shifting outside their bedroom door on your night guard (how they long for you to just come in one night and sweep them away...).

You make them feel safe, down in their very bones, until their head gets fuzzy and they just want to collapse into you and let you move and manipulate them however you desire.

They want nothing more than to be with you, to let you protect and take care of them forever, to let you have them, utterly and completely.

But they could never lay themself bare like that, especially not in front of you.

How disgraceful, for a monarch to want such perverted things from their guard, to yearn to be dominated by their own knight. They can't begin to imagine what the world might think- the council, their allies, the social elite- but that's absolutely nothing compared to their fears about you.

God, they wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye if you knew what they thought every time they see your muscles flex while you train, or when you place a gentle hand on the shoulder before walking ahead, or when your eyes get that thrilling, stony look when you focus on a task- they would cede their entire empire for you to look at them like that for just a minute while they knelt at your feet.

But then you would never look at them the same. You'd never respect them again. You’d likely be so disgusted that you would resign, and then where would they be?

They’d have to detain you somehow, of course, make up a collusion or the like; they know they would simply waste away in your absence, so leaving is just not an option.

But then still, you would never again gaze at them with those sparkling, idolizing eyes. You would never again toss them that encouraging grin that near blinds them every time they see it. You would never again see them as the honorable ruler you've looked up to since the beginning.

You would never love them.

No, it’s too risky.

At least they can still be with you like this, choking on their desire to melt into you at any given moment, desperately trying to maintain the illusion of respectability when all they can think about is your fingers around their throat.

It gets especially hard during the balls and what all; how can they even pretend to care about any of these highborn frivolities when you're standing mere feet away, watching them with those sharp, intoxicating eyes?

Funnily enough, you’re also the only thing that gets them through these circus acts.

Aschanti is always subtly watching you during these social events; they’ve perfected the art of staring as soon as your gaze shifts and looking away right before they're caught, it's kind of thrilling.

They entertain petty conversation as they recall the water that dripped down your neck when you chugged it after training yesterday, they laugh at bland jokes and picture your enchanting smile, they allow the occasional noble’s heir to place a flirtatious hand on their shoulder and imagine it’s your calloused fingers stroking their collar (they notice how you stiffen at the sight, how your lips purse and your hand tightens around your staff- it makes their blood pound just thinking you might be… oh, god, jealous over them. Maybe they lean into it a little, just to see your gaze harden. Oh, to think of all the ways you could punish them for their impertinence!)

It's still incredibly difficult for them, though.

They yearn for you every waking second.

They curse the inches between you when you stand in your place at their shoulder, they bask in the heat of your hand when you place it on their back to guide them, they imagine falling into your reassuring arms at the end of the day and try their best not to lose their composure each time.

Being with you is such sweet torture, one that they could never relinquish, because being without you would be closer akin to death.

If only you knew what they'd have you do to them...

thanks so much for reading! feel free to send a request <3

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[ispelexists]

SHADOW MILK COOKIE AND 'THEATRUM MUNDI'

"The world's a stage, and the actors are playing their roles in it"

The idea of Theatrum Mundi dumbed down. It's a simple concept, that concludes that the life itself is a show, being directed by some supernatural force like for example god etc.

(If I'm wrong correct me, I'm not that much into literature and this kind of stuff)

This idea caused me to write down a few prompts for you pookies <3

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The thing is, is that you have so many options with this, like... AHHH

English isn't my first language, I apologize for any confusion I might've caused by these

Here's some ideas/prompts for you guys:

💙 1. 💙

🎭) AU where Shadow Milk's corruption begun not because of the overwhelming power he had, but because he, as the 'Virtue of Knowledge' knew everyone's script after looking at them, and being distraught by that fact, or the fact that almost every Common Folks life ended with a tragedy, a murder (by the hands of the beasts, but he doesn't know that) which terrifies him.

He, being the only one who knew about it, would try to figure out what this tragedy was, or to change the fate, not knowing the cause of it, was himself and those he considered him the closest.

🎭) In the end he got so focused on that task, he didn't see his own slow fall, and when he noticed it in his comrades, it was to late. The only thing he could do was to accept his end, and join the other Beasts in wrecking chaos, and ending the whole ACT.

🎭 (In this AU, he can only see the key moments in everyone's life, like for example marriage, death, and other important things, he can't see everyday life of anyone)

🎭 (Also the only one's he doesn't know his script, that's why he doesn't know he would fall to corruption, you can say that he also can't see other Beasts since they're equal in power, but I think it works either way)

💙 2. 💙

🎭) A concept where Shadow Milk Cookie, freshly after his corruption, goes around either in a physical form or hidden withing the shadows, observing random cookies life, and having a great time laughing at the absurdity of the fact he can basically knows what's gonna happen next.

🎭) For example seeing a cookie buy something at the store, and him being able to predict they would trip in a moment, which they do. After observing, he would start to act out, to see if his actions can change the events that would happen next (Example: Making person A fall on someone else's garden, and the other cookie getting angry at them, which would change not only Cookies A script, but also Cookie's B) (basically 'Butterfly Effect')

🎭) This prompt would allow to explore how he might've acted freshly after becoming fully corrupted. Reason being I think, he wouldn't jump straight into seeking chaos, but testing the waters to see how far he can go before anyone (witches) try to stop him

🎭) (As an Ex 'Virtue of Knowledge' in this AU he knows every detail of everyone's scrip/life)

💙 3. 💙

🎭) This one is a prompt for an 'x Reader', 'x Canon' or 'x OC'. Basically Shadow Milk Cookie after he got released from the tree (of right after he got corrupted) and meets Insert/Name and Gingerbrave gang.

🎭)Here it could go 2 different ways (or more, but I just don't feel like writing them all):

a) He knew of I/N because of being able to see through Pure Vanilla's staff and falling for them in that way, but after seeing that I/N either has no love interest planned in the whole thing, or has some else, he's getting angry

(if you're doing pre-corruption Shadow Milk, then he can get just sad, and attempting to change the fate by simply spending more time with I/N, but after it hasn't worked, he just watches from the sidelines, as their beloved live in their fairytale, and get their happy ending with someone else (ANGSTSSS YESS))

anyways, coming back to Corrupted Shadow Milk Cookie. He would attempt changing the fate in more drastic way, and getting really pissed that it won't change no matter what. Feel free to interpret it as you will.

b) Also after getting free from that tree, while he knew of I/N from Pure Vanilla, after meeting them, he learns that in their story HE is their love interest, and being like 'Omg, my star, where have you been all my life 😩' or something idk, be creative lmao.

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The art without the text 😘

[anxiteyandsleep]

I'm so sorry if I made you flustered about the smut question- didn't mean to! 🫢🫣😆

Okay so I'm gonna try and request this: 🙏

Could I please request Thranduil x Male reader who's this tall and buffed tiefling (big horns, long strong tail) who looks scary asf but is actually a total sweetheart? He only looks intimidating bc he's always wearing his armor, covers his face with a cloth/a mask, has dark makeup around his eyes and basically looks like a fricking demon?

He wears a cloth/a mask around his mouth bc he has a big open scar on his cheek (naaah nothing too graphic he just can do this trick with food where when you're facing his healthy side he sticks a carrot into the opening (scar) on the other side and chews without even opening his lips- totally normal- he did it in front of Legolas once and that poor child didn't sleep for a week). He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't like the stares.

Even tho I'm as old as the first LOTR movie I only just now became a fan and I saw that Thranduil has an injury on his face as well (but hidden) so that got me thinking...

Maybe reader and Thranduil are a couple (reader was treated badly for being a barbarian tiefling -> not by Thranduil <- but proved himself when he saved him) and he then made reader his personal guard, became friends and then lovers.

Thranduil is curious about reader hiding his face but never pushes him to uncover himself (Like why are you hidding yourself from me hmm? Why don't you kiss me? Your other facial features are gorgeous asf, for a tiefling barbarian who rips goblins in half with his bare hands you could even compete with some elves I know-).

One day Thranduil has some issues with his own injury which reader sees and comes to his aid, Thranduil is embarrassed and nearly breaks down, tears fill his eyes bc his love saw his hideous face and is afraid he will leave him (god I'm so bad at romance bro) but reader just chuckles, takes the cloth/mask from his face and shows Thranduil his own injury.

Now they both have scars! They know each other struggles! And they love each other like never before! Happy ending- No but really, angst with fluffy comfort for our two boys and mainly for the elf himself, he needs the love.

Maybe even emotional way back to their shared bedroom by sunset all lovely dovely bc why dafuq not- just Thranduil giggling kicking his feet and twirling his hair as he's princess carried-

Jesus...I got way too into this. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sorry for it being so long, I honestly don't know how to write short requests...also sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language.

Add something, remove something, it's up to you. You don't even have to write it if you hate it or you're not comfy with it. 😘😘

This is adorable ahhh and dw you didn't make me embarrassed or anything! I may have missed some details, this was written over the course of multiple days with very little sleep😭

I included my head canon that Thranduil is blind in his one eye from the dragon fire, as well as that when low on energy he can't keep the disguise up.

Slight TW for blood, scars and such???

It has been almost a year since you and Thranduil had started dating, you were his personal guard and beloved boyfriend, he adored you so much. He never knew why you hid your face but he didn't pry, especially considering he hides his face in a way too.

Thranduil had always been impressed by you, a strong tiefling with a kind soul, much like a gentle giant. Sure you were rather... Gruesome in battle, using your bare hands to fight and always returning covered in blood and gore. It was truly terrifying but Thranduil loved it, especially after you had saved him from a spider attack.

Today, however, Thranduil was hiding away from his beloved barbarian, tucked away in his room with nothing but a small candle dimly lighting the room. He had overworked himself again, his head was aching and he had no energy left to maintain his disguise, the burnt skin and muscle visible, a sight he despised.

When you heard that Thranduil was taking the day off and locked himself in his room, you grew worried. He's never done that before, usually on his days off he spends them with you, taking a walk through the garden or getting some much needed sleep. So of course you immediately went to check on him, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"Thranduil? Are you alright? I heard the guards say you weren't feeling well and I-" you fell silent as you entered the bedroom, squinting as you adjusted to the dim light but you knew exactly what you saw. You never knew Thranduil had such a scar, it covered the left half of his face and his eye was completely white.

Thranduil had to turn his head completely to actually see you, quickly attempting to cover up the scar but alas, he couldn't manage to use his magic in such a state. He never wanted you to see this side or him, he wanted to keep this horrid scar hidden from you.

"(Name)... What... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol?" He managed to get out, clearing his throat and doing his best to speak in his usual tone but his voice still sounded shaky. Perhaps if he didn't bring attention to the scar, you would just ignore it as well

"I just got back, my love..." You replied, slowly walking closer to Thranduil, head tilted slightly in curiosity as you examined the scar. When you reached the edge of the bed, you knelt down before him, resting your chin on his legs. "is that from the dragon you faced?"

Thranduil sighed softly, closing his eyes as he couldn't bare to look at you, afraid he'd see disgust in your eyes. "yes...I managed to survive but..." He vaguely gestured to the scar, shaking his head slightly. Thranduil finally opened his eyes again when he felt your strong hands holding his, the touch was so gentle and caring, he just had to see you.

The way you were looking at him surprised him, your eyes were full so of love and admiration, it made his heart swell.

"We kinda match" you hum in a soft whisper, reaching up to remove the mask you always wore and revealing your own scar. You weren't ashamed of it, you mostly hid it for everyone's comfort as the sight of your open cheek often made people uneasy and you hated the looks they'd give you.

it was now Thranduil's turn to stare in awe, one of his delicate hands reaching up to gently trace around the scar, his fingers soft and gentle as always. "hm I suppose we do, my love" he replied softly his hand trailing up to gently trace over your horns, following the pattern and ridges of them.

"forgive me for keeping this from you... I... I do not like people seeing me in such a state but I should've told you" Thranduil apologized, moving his hands back to gently cup your face, being careful to not disturb the scar

You couldn't help but chuckle a little, leaning into his touch while your tail wagged slightly. "there's no need to apologize, I kept a secret from you too"

Thranduil felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, the stress slowly melting away as he held you in his hands. "Well now that we both have told the truth, how about we rest?" He whispered sweetly, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, one you eagerly returned.

Without breaking the kiss, you got off your knees, cradling the back of Thranduils neck with one of your hands. You kicked off your boots, accidentally sending one flying across the room but you didn't care. "a nap sounds good, yeah" you muttered against his lips as you carefully push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him to continue the kiss.

Thranduil couldn't help but chuckle, pulling back from your lips just enough to talk. "My love, this is not napping ~" he didn't really mind as you continued to pamper him with kisses, his delicate hands reaching up to gently tangle themselves in your hair.

"mm we'll nap after, then"

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

What is your headcanon regarding Vox and his sex-life outside of Valentino?

I feel like he'd sort of have to have to sleep around at least a bit, to keep the dynamic he has with Val evened out, if that makes sense? And maybe also to assure himself he's not all the way into men? But I'm hazy about the logistics of it.

He seems to emulate the the sort of corporate executive for whom sleeping with the secretary is just the done thing, but as literally plugged in as he is to everything I don't think he really needs one anymore? And I have a hard time imagining going clubbing either.

I dunno, I have a hard time picturing anything plausible, except for maybe a scheduled handjob during lunchbreak?

Would love to read your thoughts on that.

Ahhh I have so many thoughts on this but some of them are very ugly so I'll try to keep it as PG as possible while talking about this guy.

First off, I totally agree, he'd continue seeing other people even if Valentino satisfied all his needs because he wouldn't want to be seen as a cuck, and Valentino can't be forced into monogamy. And yes, he feels the need to be with women to assert his masculinity. He's also quite a sadist, which Valentino isn't always into, so seeking others is their way of keeping both parties happy (the third party - not so much). Vox is a pathetic, insecure control freak with a fragile ego and he's incredibly goal-oriented. He sees no point in going through the effort and risk of traditional hook-ups when his boyfriend, the main pimp in the pride ring, can get him what he wants with no effort. This is crucial: Valentino is the only one of his sexual partners whom he views as a subject; the others are merely objects to satisfy him, and if he treats them well, it's only to boost his own ego. When he's in the mood for a fling, he browses through Valentino's offerings and picks what he likes. Sometimes, Valentino even sends him suggestions if he thinks someone will suit Vox's taste.

I can definitely see him enjoying the high-end club scene, drinking Japanese whiskey, and watching exotic dancers. Valentino likely owns at least one sophisticated place that's chic enough for overlords. Meeting people there is Vox's idea of being "spontaneous," but it's quite artificial. He might engage in some chatting and flirting, which seems more natural, but it's all theatrics - no waiter, performer, or host can refuse him anyway without risking Valentino's wrath. Everyone under Valentino's control is genuinely terrified of Vox. Unlike with other clients, where there might be some room for negotiation with Valentino (not because he's particularly kind, but because 1) he doesn't want his property damaged, and 2) some clever people can manipulate him into acting decently by making him think it was his own idea), his flat-faced prince gets whatever he desires, always, no questions asked.

[welcome-to-headcanons]

YAYYYYYY NEW BLOG TO BECOME THE CHARACTER ANON TO

hello i am sock anon and here are some of my headcanons

sock has a tooth gap and little fangs, jonathan has braces, and meph has big fangs (kind of like one person drew in the discord server)

Jonathan would listen to MSI RELIGIOUSLY. also sock knows all tha words to material girl by madonna.

jonathan's father is dead. he was a pretty chill fella, he cared a lot for Jonathan but he died of a heart attack when Jon was like 6 or 7. he went to heaven c:

dadstopheles, one day sock called him dad by accident and he never ever ever recovered. he had to take 10 minutes away from work directly afterwards.

sock's love languages are gift giving and physical affection, neither of which he can do reliably for Jonathan. (if you were wondering, Jon's is quality time and words of affection)

jojo died because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. sock had killed a neighbor's pet, and she happened to be there when the neighbor opened fire in anger. the neighbor is in prison, and sock never forgave himself.

sock's movie tastes are either wreck it ralph or terrifier 3. no in between.

sock grew up in texas, not in the buttfuck of texas but in one of those more accepting nicer towns. obviously this show takes place in a fictional world, because if this were real he would have been dead way earlier for the crime of wearing a skirt.

Jonathan's diet consists of sandwiches and Lay's classic chips, as well as various sodas. And whatever his mom cooks, of course.

sock really loved his parents. he cried for 20 long minutes when he woke up.

Sock's nails are painted always. He usually chooses pastel rainbows. Jonathan's nails are black and he gets called slurs for it in school.

Jonathan is more likely to give the silent treatment.

Mephistopheles will often let Sock hang out in his office while he does work since Sock doesn't really disturb him much. One time Sock fell asleep there.

Providence is slightly irritated that everyone calls her a man all the time. Only slightly. She's more irritated at the way people use her to defend misogyny and such.

Lill would listen to Cool Kids by Echosmith SO MUCH.

Mephistopheles had wings a long time ago. He gets phantom pains often.

I'm a subscriber to the Jojo-Jonathan parallel theory.

sock partially regrets killing himself.

sock often asks mephistopheles what his life would have been like if he kept living. mephistopheles doesn't have an answer for him.

thats all i got!! :D like and subscribe, also guys please make more dadstopheles content im starving STARVING

- sock anon 🔪

Ahhh so many amazing hcs

[charliesangel67]

reader in which tom and reader have been friends since first year but over the time tom has grown rather fascinated with her. Tom has had wet dreams about reader for some time so when he and the reader ends up sharing a bed he is nervous about having one when he's in the same bed with her. If you're comfortable I would really like it if he has a wet dreams and whispers in his sleep saying reader's name. Then reader hears it, tom wakes up embarrassed but reader teases him a little then make his dream come true (oral sex female receives then regular sex) and please make tom a little bit submissive.

Thank you in advance, sorry it's a big request!!<3

More than just friends

Tom Riddle x Fem!reader

Authors note: hii guys, so this was a request from @cedricswife - lmk if yall want a pt 2. Ahhh, omg I really hope yall enjoy this, and if you do, don't forget to like and reblog. Also guys, please request fics if you want, I'm more than happy to write them. I will also be making a tag list soon, so just comment your name/@ and what kind of fics you wanna be tagged it eg. Tom riddle, Bucky barnes....

This story is set in the same time as when the Golden Trio were at Hogwarts.

Warnings: Soft!Tom, SMUTT, oral fem!receiving, unprotected p in v sex. Fluff.

Word count- 2620

I met Tom in first year, in the great hall at the Slytherin table. At first he was staring daggers at me, then he took a seat next to mine and started a conversation. I was shocked to say the least. Tom terrified me, but he seemed truly fascinated with me. Since that day on, we were inseparable. We always sat together in class and we hung out so often that most boys were even scared to ask me out because they knew Tom’s reputation and that he would hurt them if they tried something with me. “Tom, this is actually pissing me off.” I complained as I walked into my dorm room, knowing that Tom would be sitting at my desk doing his homework. “Mmh, what is it love?” He asked in his brisky British accent that made me feel butterflies in my stomach. “Not a single guy will ask me out because they’re all either scared of you, or assume we’re dating because we hang out so much.” I whined. “And? At least I don’t have to worry about you running to me every month because you got dumped or because your man was being an ass.” He responded calmly. “Oh my lord Tom. Whatever.” I countered, annoyed at him.

Over the Christmas holidays, Tom and I would stay at the Castle, playing chess and talking until midnight. We talked about starting fifth-year and about our chosen classes. Then of course the Yule Ball and the school trip to London. “Okay, how would you feel about a second floor room, with a balcony and a view of the city?” I asked Tom over a cup of hot chocolate and a game of cards. “I’m not sure Love, are we even allowed to choose our room mate?” Tom asked with a chuckle. “I don't care, I’m gonna find a way so that we can be in the same room, because I do not want to share a room with any other smelly boys or bitchy girls.” “You are kidding right? The other week you were complaining to me that I was restricting your chance of getting a boyfriend. And you called me smelly?! Who do you think you are?” “Well clearly your favourite because I’m the only person you hang out with other than Draco.” I countered, “And yeah, I’ve changed my mind about wanting a boyfriend, Cormac tried to hit on me the other day and it was a disgusting experience.” I laughed off. What I didn’t notice however was the glint in Tom’s eyes as he watched me laugh, he found my smile so attractive, and he found me so fascinating. 

It had been a week since Tom and I hung out in the common room that December night. Students were returning from their Christmas holidays even though classes didn’t start for another 5 days. This did give me more time to talk to Professor McGonagall about the room situations for our upcoming London trip. However, I didn’t see Tom all night, not in the common room, in any of the classes or even in the Great Hall. But I knew Tom well enough to know that if he does not want to be found then he won’t let himse;f be found. That night however, against my knowledge, Tom was dreaming about me. Nothing sweet of course, in fact it was all dirty. Tom dreamt of fucking his best friend, of giving her head, of playing with her tits and hearign her moan his name. It was what he had longed for ever since fourth-year when she complained to him about not being able to get a boyfriend because of him. That made Tom proud that people thought he was y/n’s boyfriend and that she was safe from all these disgusting boys that only want to use her for her body, like Cormac. Tom wasn’t sure what Cormac did or said to y/n but he was sure it wasn’t something very nice if she didn’t feel comfortable sharing it, even with him.

These dreams went on and on for the next couple of days. Tom couldn’t control it, he just dreamt if fuckign his best friend over and over again. Then came the day, it was mid April of fifth-year and the students were getting ready to leave for London. That included Tom and y/n. “C’mon Y/n, have you got your stuff packed for the trip?” Tom asked as he sat outside my dorm with his one duffle bag, “Yeah, I think so. Can I get a bit of help please.” I asked as I struggled to carry my bags out of my room. “We are going away for 5 days y/n. Why do you need so many bags?” Tom asked as he grabbed my suitcase and duffle bag. “Because I just do.” I replied.  Tom then helped me carry my 3 bags out to the Great Hall where everyone was meeting so that we could get the Thestral-Carriages to take us to Hogsmead station. Naturally, Tom and I sat in the same compartment on our entire 10 hour train trip to London. We talked, and I sat in silence when Tom read but otherwise, it was a pretty boring trip. So boring in fact that we even started playing smash or pass whenever someone walked by our train compartment. “Okay, her?” I asked as Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw girl we only know from the D.A organisation walked past our compartment, “Hard pass, you know I have a type y/n.” Tom opposed, “Yeah, okay. Sorry.” I responded, putting my hands up in defeat. “What about him?” Tom asked, “Ooh, I don’t know. I’d probably say smash for him.” I shrugged, “What? You’d smash Blaise?” Questioned Tom, clearly jealous at my response. “Yeah, he’s hot. What’s your problem? Are you jealous?” I teased. Tom, not one to express his feelings, just shrugged and ignored my remark because he knew I was right but he just didn’t want to admit it. 

“Welcome to London Tom. The city of money and horrible weather. How do you feel about being here?” I asked him. “I want to kill myself.” He replied dryly, but somehow managed to sneak a little smile when he saw my smile at his snide remark. The smile didn’t go unnoticed by me. The professors led the fifth-year students to the exit of the station and to a pick up area. I saw taxi drivers holding signs that read surnames and I giggled at a few of them, elbowing Tom a couple times so that we could giggle at some of the names together. It was already past 7pm when we got off the train, so waiting for the bus took us up to about 7:20. Then I spotted a purple night bus arriving at the exit where the Hogwarts crowd was assembled. “Okay students, can we please be respectful as we board the bus.” Professor McGonagall yelled over the chatter as the fifth-years started boarding the night bus. A man named Stan Shunpike greeted us at the entrance of the bus. It didn’t take anymore than 10 minutes to arrive at the hotel that the school had booked for us to stay at in London. 

Upon entering the hotel lobby, the professors went to the main reception to get the keys for the rooms. “Alrighty students, please listen up for your names.” announced Professor Lupin, one of my favourite teachers. “Harry, Ron, Hermione and Parvati are all in room 214. Susan, Padma, Justin and Vincent are all in room 215……..”  At one point I completely zoned out from what Professor Lupin was talking about until I felt Tom pull on my sleeve, “C’mon y/n.” “What?” I asked him, completely distracted, “We are in a room together, room 236.” Tom responded. “Just us two?” I questioned. “Please try and listen next time y/n. Yes, just us two in one room, in one bed, unfortunately, due to us being the only Slytherin boy and girl that get along so well that even the teachers think we are dating, so they put us in a room together.” Tom continued, clearly not phased by us sharing a bed. I was struggling to catch up with his speed as he was basically running up the stairs with all my luggage. I came to an abrupt stop when Tom stopped to open our room door. It was a nice, crisp bedroom, 1 large king sized bed, a walk in closet and a large bathroom. “Gee, I think we won the jackpot with this room.” I announced as I threw myself onto the bed. I was quite sure I saw Tom smirk as he locked the door, I then felt his strong hands grip my legs and pull me off the bed, laughing as I protested and kicked him lightly. “Put me down Tommy.” I yelled, Instead of putting me down, he threw me back onto the bed. “Just so you know, You’re the only person that can call me Tommy.” he smirked and pointed at me, a single strand of hair falling out, in front of his face, inviting me to brush it away, Tom looking way too sexy for me to only want him as a friend. 

That night as we both got ready for bed, I panicked, releasing I only brought my sexy pj’s incase I got lucky one night, and not my comfy ones. Tom, noticing me in distress, asked what was wrong. “What’s wrong Love?” “I brought the wrong pj’s.'' I groaned. “Why? What’s the problem with these?” Tom asked, I held them up for him to see and I heard him whistle. “What?” I laughed, “Well I think you bought the wrong pair, where did you buy them anyway? Sexyland?” He asked. I let out a chuckle, leaning forward as I laughed, unknowingly giving Tom a clear view of my cleavage and the top of my breasts. I heard him take a strong breath and I noticed him adjusting his pants a little as I got up to have a shower, brushing off the reactions from Tom as nothing. After my shower, when I walked out in my pj’s I knew Tom would have some kind of reaction, like any average teenage boy when they see more boobs than expected. It was already awkward sleeping in the same bed as my boy bestfriend who I have known since we were 11, but then me sleeping in pj’s that showed half my boobs and him sleeping in nothing but a pair of boxers made it just a little bit more awkward.

I seemed almost like our roles were reversed. Instead of me falling asleep first and Tom staying up until past midnight reading, It was him who fell asleep first. It couldn’t have been much past 10 o’clock when I heard my name being said. It was muffled so it could’ve most likely come from another room, but as I leaned over to the bedside table to put my book in the drawer and turn the small night light off, I realised that it was Tom who was calling my name. Not even calling it, he was moaning my name. I started shaking his body, trying to wake him up. “Tom, wake up.” I whispered. “What is it y/n?” He groaned. “Why the fuck are you moaning my name in your sleep?” I asked him as he rolled over to face me. “What do you mean?” He asked, “I mean, why the fuck are you moaning my name? Are you having wet dreams or some shit?” I questioned. I saw Tom blush and that was how I knew I was right. “Oh my gosh” I teased, “My best friend since first year has secretly had a crush on me.” I giggled. “How do you feel about that?” Tom asked. “Well, I am glad that you feel the same way.” I announced, clearly surprising Tom because he thought only he felt that way.

“Well, why don't we reenact what you dreamt of Tommy” I told him, noticing a smile creep upon his lips. “I would love that.” He responded. “So, tell me. How did your dream start?” I asked as I let Tom take control of my actions. “Well, first,” Tom didn’t even finish his sentence before he pulled my pj shorts down and dived straight into my pussy. I moaned and pulled at his hair as he licked through my folds and his lips attached to my clit. “Oh fuck Tommy, I didn’t know you had such a mouth on you.” I moaned. I heard Tom chuckle and look up into my eyes smirking, “Do I make you feel good doll?” “Fuck yes.” I moaned, “‘Should’ve just fucked me in third-year when I complained to you about not getting a boyfriend.” I laughed, quickly replaced by a moan as Tom sucked on my clit. “Oh shit, I’m close Tommy, please.” “You gonna come sweet girl?” He asked, returning his attention to my clit. “Mmh, yes please Tommy, please.” I shrieked, as I came undone on Tom's tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good sweet girl.” he moaned as he continued eating my pussy, and licking up my juices. 

“Oh fuck Tom, stop teasing just stick it in already.” I moaned when Tom finally thrusted his thick cock inside my wet pussy. “Oh shit, you feel so good doll.” Tom moaned, thrusting in and out of my soaking cunt, earning moans and mumbled words from me. “Mmh” I hummed, feeling the tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot every single time. “Fuck, angel you feel so good, so tight around my cock,” he kept thrusting harder in and out of my pussy. Harder, Faster, Stronger. “Oh fuck… fuck…fuck.” all I could utter were moans and swears of pleasure. “Oh, you make me feel so fucking good Tommy,”  this made Tom go even harder, hitting my g-spot and every right spot in my cunt. Tom placed his thumb on my clit, massaging it in circles and whispering in my ear, “You gonna come all over my cock sweet girl?” “Yes please Tommy, Please.” Tom increased his speed on my clit and thrusted harder into my pussy. I felt his cock twitch inside me, knowing that he was close, then he pulled out. I groaned in annoyance at his actions, “I want you to ride me, I want you to control me and make yourself come.” Tom said. I cradled his thighs, sinking down on his cock once again. “Oh fuck,” I moaned “I’m gonna ride you until I pass out.” I announced, causing Tom to look at me surprised. “Are you really?” he asked, smirking as I started bouncing on his cock. I bounced and rode his cock, meanwhile massaging my clit, moaning Tom's name as he started thrusting up into my cunt. “You gonna come inside me Tommy?” I asked, his cock twitching inside me. “Fuck yes.” He groaned in pleasure, securing his hands on my hips, guiding me on his cock. Finally, I breathed in deeply, giving myself one more push on my clit, arching my back as I came undone again. Tom’s cock twitching rapidly before he came inside my pussy. “Oh fuck,” we both moaned as I rode out our high. 

“Shit Tom, why have you been keeping that from me all this time?” I asked, laughing a little while I lay, cuddling with Tom. “Well, you never showed any interest in me, so I never asked you to be my girlfriend.” “Will you be my boyfriend Tommy?” “Sure doll.” he responded with a smile. 

[elysiaheaven]

Hey there! I would like to request a fic about Ronin and a trans!fem reader who is just discovering herself! I love your fanfics please feed me with them 😭😭

AHHH THANK YOU!-Here's a fic for Ronin x Trans!Fem! Reader!

Contains One-shot! Head canons!

You sat on the worn-out couch in Ronin's apartment, your fingers absently tracing the seams of your jeans. A soft hum from his kitchen meant he was making coffee, but your mind was far from the scent of brewing beans. The mirror in the hallway had caught your reflection on the way in, and all you could see was a version of yourself that didn’t feel right anymore. You were discovering parts of yourself that were beautiful, and terrifying. But you hadn’t told Ronin yet—hadn’t found the courage to share that part of yourself. What if he didn’t understand?

The sound of footsteps pulled you from your thoughts. Ronin walked in, holding two mugs, his usual sarcastic smirk softened into something less guarded as he passed you a cup. His plum-colored hair fell messily from beneath his beanie, and his usual maroon hoodie hung off his frame. There was always something effortlessly cool about him, a kind of chaotic confidence that made you feel safe, even in your most vulnerable moments.

"You're quiet today," he noted, settling beside you, his arm slung lazily across the back of the couch. "Something up?"

You took a sip of the coffee, its warmth not quite reaching the chill in your chest. Your hands trembled slightly as you placed the mug down. This was it. You had to say something.

“Say it out loud.” His voice cuts through the hum. He doesn’t look up from the bike, but his tone is casual, almost lazy. Like he’s waiting to see if you’ll catch on.

You squirm on the counter, your fingers nervously tangling in the hem of your shirt. You’ve been trying to say it for weeks, the word forming on the tip of your tongue like a fragile bubble that bursts every time you get close.

“I... I think...” You stop, clenching your fists. God, why is this so hard?

"I... I've been thinking a lot about myself. About who I am," you began, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ronin's gaze flicked to you, sharper now. He didn't interrupt, just waited. You loved that about him—how he always gave you space, even when the tension hung thick in the air.

“C’mon, babe. Out with it. Ain’t like I’ll bite.” He tilts his head, mischief flickering in his maroon gaze. “Unless that’s what you’re into.”

You groan, heat flushing your cheeks, but the teasing makes it easier to speak. He always does that—makes things feel easier without even trying.

"I’m trans," you blurted out, the words rushing forward before you could second-guess them. "I mean, I think I’m a girl. I’m still figuring things out, but I—" You faltered, your heart pounding. "I don’t know how to do this."

Ronin was quiet for a moment, his dark eyes watching you, unreadable. You worried you’d said too much, or not enough. The fear twisted in your gut, threatening to choke you. But then, Ronin reached out, gently taking your hand in his. His grip was firm, grounding.

"You’re not alone in this, you know," he said, voice low and steady. "I’ve been where you are. Hell, I'm still dealing with some of that shit myself."

You blinked, confusion swirling in your mind as you looked at him. His usual teasing tone was gone, replaced with something more raw, more vulnerable than you'd ever seen.

"I'm trans too," he continued, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. "Transmasc. Grew up in a small town, right in the middle of Bible Belt Hell. My family? They weren't exactly supportive." His lips twisted into a bitter smile. "They thought I was possessed or something. Called me the devil because of what I am. So, yeah... I get it."

Your heart clenched at his words. Ronin always carried an edge with him, something dark and dangerous, but now you understood the weight behind it. He wasn’t just a serial killer with a crooked smile and a penchant for blood. He was a person who had been broken by people who should have loved him.

"I’m sorry," you whispered.

"Don’t be," he shrugged, but there was a tightness in his voice. "I learned to live with it. Got out of there as soon as I could. But the scars stay, you know? Even when you run."

You squeezed his hand, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. "It sounds like you’ve been through hell."

He chuckled darkly. "Hell’s got nothing on a small town full of zealots."

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the weight of shared trauma hanging between you. But it wasn’t suffocating. It was grounding. Ronin knew what it was like to feel out of place, to fight for who you are against a world that wants you to be anything but.

"I want to help you with this," he said after a while, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your skin. "Whatever you need—clothes, makeup, whatever the fuck you want to do—I’ll be there. You don’t have to figure it all out at once. And don’t worry about messing up or feeling lost. I’m not going anywhere."

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away, embarrassed by how emotional you’d become. But Ronin didn’t mock you, didn’t tease. Instead, he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a rare show of tenderness.

"I didn’t know how to say it before," you mumbled into his hoodie, your voice thick with tears. "I was scared."

"Yeah, I know the feeling," he murmured against the top of your head. "But you don’t need to be scared with me. We’re both devils, remember? We make our own rules."

You laughed through the tears, the sound weak but genuine. There was something oddly comforting in Ronin’s twisted worldview. He saw the world as broken, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t survive in it. You just had to be strong enough to take what you needed.

And with him by your side, you knew you could.

"Thanks, Ronin," you whispered, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

He smirked, pulling back slightly to look at you. "You’d probably be a lot less fun to corrupt."

You rolled your eyes, sniffling as you wiped the last of your tears. "You’re terrible."

“Ronin...”

“Eh, don’t pity me.” He waves you off, but the tension lingers. “The devil thing? I own it now. It’s better this way. 'Cause I stopped trying to be what everyone else wanted me to be. If they think I’m damned, good. At least I’m damned on my terms.”

His words settle over you like a strange kind of comfort—rough around the edges but warm at the core. He’s not saying it’ll be easy. But he’s saying it’ll be yours. And that matters more than you realized.

“So,” he says, leaning in closer with that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “What’re you gonna do about it, princess?”

The nickname makes your cheeks burn, and you can’t help but laugh, even though you’re still a mess inside. “Princess?”

“What, you don’t like it?” His grin widens, clearly enjoying your reaction. “I could call you worse things, y'know. Like ‘cutie.’ Or ‘darling.’ Or—”

You swat at him, laughing despite yourself. “Oh my god, stop.”

You realized tho.

Parts you liked to show. He saw the cracks, the doubt, the fear, and still, he was here.

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes before tears could fall. "That’s… That’s really unfair, you know," you said, voice trembling slightly.

He tilted his head, curious. "What is?"

"That you get to say stuff like that, and now I’m the one falling apart."

Ronin chuckled, low and warm, his hand still resting on your knee. "That’s what I do, sweetheart," he said, grinning now. "Break you down just enough to build you back up."

Something swelled in your chest—something tender, raw, and complicated. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so you did both, covering your face as the emotions hit you all at once.

"Hey, hey," Ronin murmured, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into his arms.

He wasn’t the best at hugs—his touch was hesitant at first, like he was afraid he might break you—but once you leaned into him, he held on tighter. The weight of him, solid and real, was grounding.

"You’re allowed to be messy," Ronin whispered into your hair. "It’s okay to not have all the answers right now."

You melted into him, the exhaustion of pretending you were okay catching up all at once. His hoodie smelled like smoke and motor oil, but it was warm, and it felt like home.

"I’m really scared," you admitted, voice small against his chest.

"I know," he whispered back. "But you’re not alone in this, okay? I’m right here. We’ll figure it out—together."

You sniffled again, clinging to him tighter. He didn’t promise it would be easy, or that it wouldn’t hurt. But he did promise one thing: that he wouldn’t let you do it alone.

Head canons with Ronin, as a transfem! Never knew it would come of help! I did discuss with a friend abt it

When you first confide in Ronin about exploring your gender identity, he doesn’t bat an eye. If anything, he grins.

“Welcome to the chaos, sweetheart,” he says. “Guess I’ll have to start calling you princess now.”

He’s cocky, yes, but not dismissive. Ronin understands what it’s like to figure yourself out—and that twisted empathy makes him weirdly gentle when you need it most.

If you’re nervous about trying new clothes or makeup, Ronin takes it upon himself to normalize it through shameless encouragement.

“You’re already hot. This? This just makes you unstoppable.”

When you try on your first dress or skirt, his eyes light up. And not in a mocking way—he’s genuinely impressed.

“You look dangerous in that, babe. Can’t believe I’m gonna have to fight people off now.”

Cue him smirking while you turn red. The fact that he can make you blush with a few words is a source of endless entertainment for him.

Ronin isn’t one for over-the-top compliments, but his actions speak louder. He shows affection in subtle ways—resting his hand on the small of your back, tucking hair behind your ear, and pressing small kisses to the top of your head.

“You good?” he’ll ask quietly, his arm draped over your shoulders like a shield.

On bad days, when dysphoria hits, Ronin doesn’t try to ‘fix’ you. Instead, he makes space for you to feel everything, without shame.

“If you wanna stay in bed, we stay in bed. If you wanna burn down the world… well, I’ll grab a lighter.”

He casually starts using feminine nicknames without making a big deal of it—princess, doll, babe. And when you realize how much it means to you, he just shrugs.

“It’s who you are. Don’t overthink

Ronin loves stealing your hoodies and oversized clothes. When you demand them back, he just grins. “Nah, you look better in my stuff anyway.” Then he hands you a maroon shirt—stained with motor oil, of course.

Whenever you feel dysphoric about your body, Ronin grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “Hey. This body? It’s yours, babe. Every inch of it.” He smiles, slow and genuine, brushing a hand over your hair. “And I happen to think it’s fuckin’ beautiful.”

There’s a shared sense of ease between the two of you—he never has to explain himself, and neither do you. Sometimes, you both just sit in comfortable silence, legs tangled on the couch, scrolling on your phones.

He’ll quietly mutter, “Kinda nice, huh? Bein’ around someone who gets it.” Then he bumps your shoulder with his, his eyes warm. "In love with our grotesques."

When the world feels too heavy, the two of you have quiet, honest conversations in bed.

“Y’ever just... feel like you were made wrong?” Ronin mumbles against your shoulder, his voice unusually vulnerable. But you both know the feeling, so you stay there, holding each other close. “Glad we’re in this mess together,” he adds, squeezing your hand. "Wouldn’t wanna be me with anyone else.

On some days, he’s binding. On others, he wears oversized shirts to let his body breathe—and on those days, “You look good, babe. Not just sayin’ it.” He lets you see the real warmth in his eyes. Then he tosses you one of his shirts. “Here. Oversized shirts cure all dysphoria. Science.

Some days, Ronin talks about the religious trauma that still clings to him, and he listens when you talk about your past struggles too. “Guess we’re both survivors of bullshit,” he says softly, threading his fingers through yours. “But look at us now, babe. Havin’ fun, makin’ trouble, livin’ the life those assholes said we couldn’t.”

After a kill, Ronin leaves little messages for you—sometimes in blood. “4EVER YOURS <3” scrawled beneath a victim’s handprint. When you call him out for being corny, he just grins. “Can’t help it, babe. Love makes me sappy. Only to you. Say it Angel, I'll throw you to the fishes."

If anyone disrespects you or misgenders you, they’re already dead—they just don’t know it yet. Ronin’s voice stays soft when he leans toward you, his grin wicked. “Wanna make this one slow or fast, babe? It’s your call.”

On hard days, when you feel out of sorts, Ronin’s by your side, offering comfort in his strange way. “You feelin’ shitty? Wanna smash somethin’?” He holds out your crowbar with a playful grin, then softens. “Or... we could lay low, watch Saw, and cuddle instead.” He pulls you into his arms before you can answer, murmuring, “You’re perfect either way, babe. Always.”

Ronin’s pets, Blackjack the rat and Pepperoni the snake, have surprisingly taken a liking to you. On lazy nights, the two of you lie on the couch, Blackjack curled in your lap and Pepperoni winding around your arm. Ronin watches with a smirk. "See, even the rotten ones love ya, princess." He rests his head on your shoulder. “Told ya you were special.”

One night, when the world feels too heavy, you both sit on the bathroom floor, comparing scars. You trace a line on his chest, and he kisses your knuckles in return. “Same story, different bodies,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over a scar of yours. “But we made it out, yeah? Together. That’s gotta count for somethin’.” There’s a deep sadness in his voice, but also gratitude—because even through all the pain, he’s thankful he found you.

[merakiui]

Ahhh, I'm so excited when I write this… >\\\\< I would really like to get a flower bouquet for Rook from the miscellaneous menu, as well as red bean mochi and banana pudding from the midnight menu. Oh, and if possible, a female reader. Thank you very much for creating such an event! >\\\\<

yandere!rook hunt x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, rook being rook (keep this man away from the mirror store) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

There were a plethora of sinister omens that foretold an inevitable danger, looming and lurking like an unshakable shadow. Sudden camera clicks and flashes in your peripheral, sweets and flower arrangements left at your doorstep or in your mailbox, an absurd amount of typed love letters pasted to your door, footsteps trailing you at night—only to vanish when you turned around in search of the one responsible. You reported each morbid affection, yet nothing could be done to help you. Though it was clearly evidence of a stalker, the police argued that this individual had not yet broken into your home or attempted to hurt you. These gifts, though insistent and a breach of your comfort, were harmless. The most the authorities could do was offer suggestions so that you could keep yourself safe: lock your doors, shut your windows, notify trusted friends or family members of your location, don’t walk alone, carry a self-defense tool like pepper spray, an alarm, or a whistle, stay within crowds, et cetera.

You had managed to convince yourself that this situation wasn’t so bad. It could be worse. But then wasn’t it already terrible enough? Weren’t you already terrified of leaving your house to run simple errands that were mere minutes from your neighborhood? And all of this because some person believed themselves entitled to your privacy.

Madness reached new heights when a pristine, leather-bound diary found itself snuggled within your mail like a maggot boring into flesh. You knew it was going to be bad the minute you opened it and leafed through its pages, but you weren’t expecting to be overwhelmed with so much rotten disgust and horror the more you read on. Every entry began with a date, the weather, and a description of what you had been wearing that day. Most entries were mild and almost innocently romantic if you could ignore the context, simply detailing how much this person adored you and how you were always out of reach. But not for long because, according to them, they would soon have you.

Other entries were not nearly as sweet. There was filth of all kinds strewn throughout—promises and vows inscribed within, each telling you of all the things your stalker wished to do to you. They wrote of the dreams they had of you—dreams in which the both of you were together forever and that there would be no need to fret over life’s daily inconveniences because your stalker would take care of everything. You weren’t sure if they truly loved you as they claimed in their flowery, poetic prose because you would turn a few pages and find depraved lust scrawled throughout.

One page had been written in blood. In fact, it was the final page in the journal. A single ominous line had been shakily streaked in crimson that had since dried: Wait for me, mon amour.

Like hell you were going to wait.

You had received the diary yesterday, and you had intended to deliver it as soon the police station opened its doors that following morning. This was a huge piece of evidence. Now you had handwriting samples that could be used for comparisons! Perhaps you’d finally be able to end this nightmare. 

Your shadow caught up to you in the early hours of dawn, overtaking you completely, and you were swallowed whole.

Which now brings you to the present, where you wake clad in just your bra and panties, gagged, and bound against a metal pole—you think you’re in someone’s basement—and mirrors of all shapes and sizes surround you, showcasing your frightened expression from different angles. Beyond that, photographs are pasted to stone walls and strung up on clotheslines. You can't see most of them because of the poor lighting, but deep in your heart you know you’re the subject of each picture.

If you could vomit, you would. But you swallow the the urge to do so, not very partial to the idea of acidic bile soaking into the cloth that’s tied around your head and stuffed into your mouth. Instead, you struggle against your bindings with the hope that you might be able to break free.

A door opens from above. You halt your frantic movements and crane your neck towards the staircase, where a figure descends slowly, one careful step at a time, and your heart leaps into your throat. You can’t see them in the darkness, but you know they’re in the room with you, watching from where they stand like a predator observing prey.

Gloved fingers curl around one of the mirrors—a dated chunk of carved mahogany on wheels—and then brilliant eyes peek through the sliver of space, so vividly green you find yourself looking into a forest with no end in sight. You inhale a series of panicked breaths, pressing yourself against the metal pole as if you intend to sink into it, but it does nothing to soothe your electrified nerves.

“Aah, mon amour, there is beauty in patience, yet it is the heart-wrenching pain of separation that leaves me yearning so...” The person—you now know it’s a man from his deep intonation—steps past the circle of mirrors into the light, bathed in sickly hues of pale yellow, and he presses his hand to his forehead, emulating a dramatic pose of woe. “In the months leading up to this precious moment, I had caught myself wishing the most grotesque things! But what is true love if not the grotesque and the glorious all at once?”

He kneels down to your height and you jerk away so fast that your head knocks into the pole. The man smiles at you, perfectly white teeth aligned and set into a perfectly pale face. He’s handsome, but in this crisp light he is a portrait of the most devilish fiend. His hand cups your face, holding it so fondly, and he eyes you with nothing but the purest admiration. 

“I had thought that, if I couldn’t wait just one more month, I’d find a way to crawl inside you so that I may make a home within your lungs, listen to the melodies your heart would sing for me, and breathe the very blood that rushes through your veins. I had thought, foolishly so, that that might fulfill my desire to have you. But alas! Even in death, as beautiful as you would most certainly be, I would be left without your voice, your life, your little heartbeats... And those are treasures I would never dream of forsaking just to quell impatient urges. Therefore, I waited for you, ma chérie. Waited until you were ready.”

You know you’re crying when he swipes your tears away with his thumb, cooing at you as if you’re a particularly lonesome child in need of attention. But what else can you do in this moment? You’re trapped, and he’s won. 

The man rises to his feet and spreads his arms to gesture at the many mirrors that surround you in one fluid sweeping motion. “And to think you would call such perfect anatomy flawed! You are beautiful in every way, at every angle, down to the cellular level. These mirrors display the truth you cannot yet see, mon amour.”

You’ve never known insanity before, but you’re almost certain you’re staring him in the face. And he looks right back, ill with infatuation. 

[helena-thessa]

Just dropping in to say that Silent Night has me in a chokehold I will likely never recover from and that you are awe-spiringly talented!! (new chapter is *chef's kiss*) I believe I speak for the damirae fandom when I say the wait for your updates is sweet torture and reading is an absoLUTE delight 🩷

If you don't mind questions ofc, I am super curious as to how you found damirae and got inspired to write for it! The DCAMU community size has nothing on popular anime fandoms, so I'd love to hear how it started 🥰 Your grasp on their deep and compelling characters is so immaculate (+ the heartwrenchingly articulate writing style??🩷) 😍😍 ugh love it to the moon and back!!

ahhh hi !! Thank you so much. It's pretty much terrifying posting a new story in a new fandom, so I really appreciate this. 🖤

yes! Always open to questions. :] the various algothirms must have targeted me, because I've always seen such great art for damirae, I didn't realize it was a smaller fandom and something of a rare pair on Ao3. Silent Night definitely draws inspiration from gorgeous artwork by @kasieli.

Looking back, there's a chance that damirae was my first childhood OTP? I grew up watching the early 2000s Teen Titans and shipped Raven and Robin before my little kid brain could properly understand anything about romance. I have not rewatched the show as an adult, but this is such a fantastic edit by @unlikely-alliance. I mean, it's a cartoon but their chemistry and closeness is out of this world.

Then sometime last year I got hit hard with the Marvel fatigue. (DC too, but admittedly, I didn't give the Titans live-action show a chance, too afraid they botched Raven.) The comics, movies, and animated shows were such a quintessential part of my childhood, so it was kind of upsetting to realize I was so tired and uninspired by it all. Trying to reclaim some of that old joy, I guess, led me to start rewatching Justice League and working through the DC catalogue on HBO/Max. Instead of watching in order, though, I went straight for the Teen Titans movies, knowing ahead of time from tumblr that Robin/Raven would be canon this time. 😏

Probably my writing of them is more inspired by the old cartoon, but we only get the complexity of Robin-Damian Wayne because of the DCAMU and I am so grateful for it. The way it makes them make so much sense as the only two people who could properly understand and deeply care for the other creates such a dream pairing.

Thank you again 🥰🖤 this is the most absolutely self-indulgent fic I have ever written and posted, I'm so surprised and grateful for such a positive response.

[north-noire]

I haven’t read your entire fic yet, but I think the way you write William is just phenomenal!! The fact that he is obviously a horrible person and you just want to strangle the life out of this mfer BUT also. Adding more ‘human’ qualities to him, such as actually caring for his kids and feeling some level of possible regret for what he’s done to the Emilys is very very very interesting and I just love it. I like when people make a guy like William feel realistic in the sense that he’s human, an evil guy that could exist in the real world- versus cartoonishly evil(which is fun too, don’t get me wrong!) but a more realistic approach to him is SO scary and ohhh I just love it

Ahhh thank you so much! I'm really honored that you like my portrayal for him considering I get anxious about it all the time lol. I like it too to be honest, I feel like making him human not only make him nuanced but kind of terrifying in a way since theoretically he feels like a real person.

Cartoonishly evil isn't bad either! I think cartoonishly evil William can work as well, it's fun and it's satisfying in a way when he gets karma-ed/sounds really fun to witness!

Thanks so much </3 While he has a lot more conflicted guilt for the Emilys, for the rest of the murders he'll eventually does, well... you'll see that in the future. It really means a lot that you like my portrayal of him!

[kindestofkings]

got a book for every situation

ryan mcmahon x reader

reader runs a bookstagram/bookclub but instead of just reading about love, until she meets a certain drummer...

authors note: guys i think i love ryan an unhealthy amount

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location: london!

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yourusername heyy guys sorry I've been kind of quiet on here but I've MOVED egh it's been v scary and hectic even though it was only from Dublin to London. don't worry tho bookstagram will stay alive !

hows everyone doing?! what are yee reading rn?

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bookfan1 wow city girl! I'm reading normal people at the moment :)

yourusername ik shaking things up hehe, also hope you're enjoying the heartbreaking miscommunication ... bookfan1 it is hard out here :(

bookfan2 no way I'm living in london ! lmk if you need any friends here xx

yourusername omg yes! I was thinking of starting a bookclub? thoughts? bookfan2 yes I'd so be down !! bookfan3 me too! I just moved here aswell

bookfan4 currently just buying books and not reading them

yourusername meee, expect I'm now broke from moving so I'm on a self-inflicted book ban 😔😔

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ryanmcmahon_15 get on your jogging shorts and pick up a brush

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inhalerfan1 ok artist 🥴

inhalerfan2 your bob ross era omg

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yourusername new city but same old hopeless romantic <3 maybe london will hold a romantic interest ?

also next months bookclub is organised so keep an eye out for my story with the dets 💗

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bookfan1 yayyy can't wait!!

bookfan2 omg getting closer to a face reveal by the day

yourusername 🤭🤭

yourbestie YOU COULD EASILY HAVE A ROMANTIC INTEREST IF YOU TEXTED THAT GUY ! (also come home I miss your bookclub)

yourusername ughh leave off it ! he was just being nice .. yourbestie oohh yeah he walked up to you at a bar, talked to you for a few and then gave you his number only because he was being nice... mmhmm bookfan2 omg text him what the hell! bookfan3 this is the stuff of books! bookfan2 is he cute?? yourusername ahahha yes. and fineeee I'll text him 😅 terrifying😅

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bobbyskeetz ehhhhh what do we have here??

joshjennkinson_ IS THAT THE GIRL FROM THE BAR !!!

↳ ryanmcmahon_15 it might me yes 🤭

inhalerfan1 ryannnn okay cheater !

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location: national gallery!

fear I'm terrible date company, but in my defence there was stuff to read EVERYWHERE

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yourbestie WE DONT CARE ABOUT THE PLAQUE HOW WAS THE DATE !!!!

↳ it was so good, he was the sweetest and really into art and and is really passionate about music and and and he was just really pretty ...

↳ yourbestie omg girlllll you are hung UP

ryanmcmahon_15 great company* lets not lie

↳ ahhh have you not made me blush enough this month !

bookfan1 stop you are slay, he's so lucky for your company !

joshjenkinson_,bobbyskeetz and elijahhewson just followed you!

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yourusername happy 9 months to my pride and joy, our book club <3

your support has meant to me and has supported my reading addiction, big MWAH !

I've met so many new friends, insanely made it onto three publishing houses pr list?!?!? and got a job all through this little bookstagram. you all are the best xx

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bookfan1 wooow we love a successful queen !

bookfan2 reading is sooo hot and sooo slay

bookfan3 is that a book bouquet? and a pic taken by someone else???

yourusername mwhahah eagled eye youuuu. also HOW cute is the bouquet ! (liked by ryanmcmahon_15)

inhalerfan1 high key why did all the band follow a random bookstagram?

inhalerfan2 shes irish living in london, maybe they're friends from home?? inhalerfan3 but then they'd already follow her tho

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yourusername dating a musician means one thing... associating tunes with books !!!

(also getting your oranges peeled for you 😭😭)

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yourbestie y'all are adorable, I love <3

bookfan1 he seems so sweet !

ryanmcmahon_15 you forgot forcing people to listen to lana del ray...

yourusername oh yeah !! how could I forget that I'm bettering the lives of others :))) bobbyskeetz he does be humming let the light in constantly. yourusername awhhh too soft for it

inhalerfan1 ooohhh is she dating ryan !?

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yourusername ugh sick with love, but he reads my favourite books and instead of annotations he paints them 🥹

also tickets for next month's book club are out this sundayyyyy ! Xx

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inhalerfan1 omg boyfriend ryan is everything

joshjenkinson_ ryan being in his bookworm era has the tour bus kinda quiet

bookfan1 sooo invested in your relationship , also have the alarm set for the tickets !

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ryanmcmahon_15 black and white is owned by lewevans btw

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yourusername being really cool is owned by you btw

joshjenkinson_ 2/3 pics you're reading, yourusername your power is unmatched 🤭

elijahhewson reading era

inhalerfan1 hahaha ugh I love them your honour

lewevans 🖤 🤍

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gorgeous boy <;3

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↳ hahhaha omg imagine ! dont tempt me..

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yourusername yeah my boyfriends pretty cool but he's not as cool as

THE BOOKSTORE THAT I FOUND WHICH SELLS BOOKS AND PICKLES !!!

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bobbyskeetz meeeee, im a brooklyn babyyyy

yourusername you get me.

yourbestie you are SO cool

bookfan1 wait I need all the details ??

yourusername it was the cutiest little secondhand bookshop in the lower east side of manhattan but they also make their own pickles

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what did you think? 😏

[hotteoki]

going into a haunted house with skz

warnings : swear words

notes : was rewatching skz code and ep8 inspired me p.s. not proofread so it's probs scheisse

©️ hotteoki | do not repost

chan (방찬)

"but why do we have to? it's so dark and it freaks me out!" chan was extremely reluctant about this. "but that's the point of it, channie!" "...fine, but i'm only agreeing because you asked so nicely," he held your hand tightly as you both made your way into the unwelcoming entrance.

at every little motion, he jumped and kneeled on the ground, one hand covering his ear and the other still clutching your shirt firmly. you couldn't lie, you were unsettled by the realistic props and eery noises, but chan's subconscious singing drew you from your fear.

"la, la, la, la..." you patted his wrist gently, motioning that he was being too loud. chan indicated he understood by continuing his singing at a lower volume, ears still plugged in by his fingers.

"ahhh... i can't do this anymore," he whined, hands trembling. "shit!" you yelped at the creepy doll head dropping from the ceiling. chan mimicked your scream, falling to the floor again. "it's just a doll, it's not real," you repeated, attempting to calm him, but really, you were trying to calm yourself more so than him.

"yeah, you're right, it's not real, it's all fake," chan mumbled, following your words while switching in between korean and english, rising to his feet again. his head swivelled front and back so quickly you were slightly worried he would get whiplash.

when you both made it to the entrance, he let go of you immediately, feigning confidence, "that wasn't even that bad." you gave him a knowing look. "okay, that was terrifying. we're never going in there again," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you firmly.

minho (만호)

he was the one to pull you into the haunted house, "come on! it'll be fun!" minho's smile was enough to convince you to step into the dark building. what a horrible idea that was. you yelped at the doll head that jumped out of the wall, pulling on his arm inadvertently. "yah! you scared the shit out of me!" he yelled at you. "it scared me first!" you retaliated. he faked an irritated sigh, continuing down the path.

"hey look! there's a prop that got stuck on the ceiling, i'm gonna get it," minho began bouncing on his feet, hand outstretched to whack the fake witch. "no, leave it be, come on..." you cried, dragging his other hand. "one second..." he faltered, finally reaching the sensor bar. the witch dropped right in front of you, causing you to scream and fall back to minho's waiting arms. he laughed at your state, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, "you're adorable, come on."

minho continuously made spooky noises next to your ear, mocking your uneasy, hunched-over posture. he made fun of all the decorations before you, comforting you, "see? it's fake, you can even see the switch on the back." "that one just looks cheap, i could make a better one myself." "that kind of looks like dwaekki."

he took a few secret photos of you two, with his gleaming smile and your face buried in his arm. you best bet he's making that his wallpaper. minho did check up on you every now and then, "you okay, babe?" "are you still with me?" "come on, we're okay. i'll buy you whatever food you want later, okay?" although, he did get annoyed at every jumpscare you both came across, "tsk, these things are getting on my nerves..."

when you exited the haunted house, he grinned down at your terrified face, "see? that wasn't so bad, right?" "i hate you so much, lee min ho." "aw, i love you too, darling."

changbin (칭반)

he had insisted you'd drag him behind, making the trip slower than it should be. you had the first laugh when he screamed the building down at the jumpscare provided by the demon prop by the entrance. "it startled me, that's all," changbin sniffed, carrying on down the path. "i didn't say anything," you held your hands up in surrender.

he consistently created noises whenever he got surprised or scared of the decorations and music, and it was extremely amusing for you to see his originally confident front break down. "come on! hurry up!" changbin screamed at you, voice wavering, even though you were trailing right behind him.

"get over here, please," he cried, pulling your arm as he stared in fear at the actor stood in the path, clamping down your hand. as soon as the actor stumbled past you two, changbin flailed your intertwined fingers, mumbling incoherent words, you barely made out "did you see it?" "it was staring right at me!" "why didn't you hurry up?!"

"let's just get out of here!" changbin screamed once again. "okay, okay, let's go," you patted his shoulder with your free hand, feeling your trapped one lose its blood circulation at this point. "there's a witch over there!" before you could even follow where his finger was pointing at, it had already switched directions. "and there! the ghost is looking at us!" "keep your distance! babe, the zombie's walking towards us!"

when you both left the house, he regained his facade, "that was so easy! i told you! you just didn't move faster!" don't take his scolding personal, he's just scared, he'll be forcing you to cuddle him tonight to protect him.

hyunjin (현진)

why you two had decided to go into a haunted maze, you didn't know. "no... the left side looks too scary," hyunjin bounced up and down, swinging your arm and crying dramatically. "but it's the right way! it said that on the map by the entrance, remember?" you tried to reason.

"why..." he whined as you dragged him on. the path got darker and darker as hyunjin's complaints grew more and more frequent. "ah!" he screamed as a vampire started chasing you two from behind. hyunjin had his hand wrapped securely around your wrist, "come on! come on! i don't want to do this anymore!"

a few turns later and you lost the vampire. even after the coast was clear and the path looked safe, hyunjin continued screaming for the next minute for no particular reason. his free hand was placed over his heart as he took deep breaths, "i think i just saw heaven."

not even a second later, he stood up properly, brushing his hair out of his face, and sniffed, "okay, i'm fine now, let's continue." his sudden change in mood baffled you, but you allowed him continue pulling you. just as he had let you go, you stopped to tie your laces.

hyunjin, not realising that you were not behind him, went on. after a while, he turned to reach for your hand again. realising you were gone, he began screaming your name again, "where are you?! why would you leave me to be on my own!" you followed his yells and reunited with him. "never do that again, or i will actually die."

jisung (지성)

a gust of cold air blasted in your faces the second both you and jisung walked into the creepy building. as you were walking side by side, hands held together, he suddenly went to a stop. "what?" you asked, turning your head back to see him eying the staircase up front suspiciously.

you continued walking, him falling slightly behind. a doll jumped out from your right side, scaring you. "ah! i knew it," jisung commented, "i felt that there would be something." "then why didn't you tell me?" you hit his arm lightly. "yah... you're okay," he laughed, thumb rubbing your hand comfortingly.

not even a minute later, he stops again. jisung nudges your hip using your intertwined hands, "there's going to be something up front, by the way. so, just be ready to get scared." "why..." you cried, just about done with this whole thing. "it's okay, i'll go first, yeah?" he offered.

"hey that zombie over there looks kind of funny," he pointed. you stared at him, never seeing jisung being this calm. "how are you just fine with this, this is so scary," you frowned. "here, i'll give you a few tips. you see that security camera on the corner, barely covered by the fake webs, it's reminding me that none of this is real; and the actors over there that haven't seen us yet are too relaxed, not like real zombies would be."

his logic made your shoulders relax from their previous hunched position. you sighed, "you're right, you're right. as you always are. and as long as you're here, i'm fine." that last comment warmed his heart so much, that for the rest of the trip jisung swore to protect you whenever you were scared, because you had indirectly told him that you placed your entire trust into him, and he couldn't break that now, could he?

felix (용복)

"no, please..." he practically cried. the other members had already gone in, and you were left with felix, begging you to not go in. "but felix, the only way to meet them afterwards is if we walked the long road all around the park, and that would take at least half an hour!" he made a few more reluctant fake sobs, "fine, but you're going in first."

he screamed your ears off at the actor jumping out to scare you. "i'd rather walk half an hour!" he yelled, turning back around, only to meet a shut door. you held out your hand, waiting to him to drag his feet on the floor to clutch your index finger.

"i can't do this anymore..." he was squatted on the floor, taking baby steps. "lixie, wouldn't it be faster if you walked normally?" you laughed at his current position, he was just so cute. "you don't understand, the dolls are so creepy!" you were honestly too busy making sure felix didn't fall over or faint to even pay attention to the actual haunted house.

"they're not so bad-" you began, only to get interrupted by felix's explosion. "yes they are!" you squeezed his hand, "come on, i looked ahead for you, there's nothing there. there is a creepy skeleton up front at the corner, but just don't look at it, okay, lixie?" he nodded meekly, standing up, but still hiding behind you.

his strength kept you in place. "how about this, you hold on to my hand and keep your eyes shut, and i'll guide you, okay?" you'd never seen felix nod so quickly. though the house freaked you out, you did it for him, and made it safely out of the building.

"finally. we thought he fainted back there and you had to carry him or something!" changbin snorted. felix was still too frightened to even respond. "hey, leave him alone," you chuckled, rubbing felix's cheek soothingly. his face was still buried in your shoulder, and he remained in that position for a while out of embarrassment from the others making fun of him.

seungmin (승민)

"ah geez! why did it have to be in my face..." seungmin muttered, irritated over the fog blown straight to his face. his hand was being held firmly by you, forcing him to slow down. something brushed your leg, causing you to scream and jump into his arms. he bursted out laughing, you, on the other hand, were not amused.

"tsk, this web got caught on my shoe..." "why's there so much fog?" "ooh, say hi to the actor!" seungmin's light-hearted mood made it extremely hard for you to be scared, his laughter was contagious and his grip on your arm told you that he would always put you first.

"you know, this horror house reminds me of my childhood, dark and dismal," he joked, attempting to calm you. seungmin starts humming, indicating you to join him. when you started the next verse, his lips curled up subconsciously, taking out his phone to take a secret photo of you.

a zombie roared from behind you, causing both you and seungmin to jump up, startled. he put his fists up, "fight me!" you pulled him away, running from the zombie. "why would you threaten him like that?" "i didn't know what else to do!"

he eventually calmed down and remained carefree for the rest of the experience in the haunted house. "it wasn't even that scary," seungmin teased poor felix, who looked like he was about to faint.

jeongin (정인)

"it won't be that bad, right?" that was what jeongin had said right before you two made your way in. two seconds later, he was forcing you to walk first, muttering something along the lines of "this is so scary what the hell?" "i'm never doing this again" under his breath.

"ah... you're going first," he pushes you lightly, "i can see the thing at the front staring at us..." "you were the one that said you wanted to come here in the first place!" you yelled, pulling him in front of you. "ah..." jeongin grumbled, knowing you were right.

"jeongin, you're not moving." "i know, i'm just... taking my time." "we've been standing here for 5 minutes." "you go first then!" "fine! but you're holding my hand," you pushed your empty hand out to him. jeongin wordlessly took it.

at the first turn, you caught an actor unprepared, leaning against the wall humming. nudging jeongin and signalling him about your discovery, he couldn't contain his laughs. the actor, clearly stunned and embarrassed, immediately bowed in apology and left quickly.

after that encounter, both of you were clearly much more relaxed, but still slightly on guard. it was until jeongin got you two lost that really made you lose it. a nearby actor had to come to your rescue and guide you both to the exit.

it was an odd sight for passersby to see a couple laughing until they were doubling over after coming out of a haunted house, but the amount of inside jokes created from that day made it worth it.

[gt-jar]

Prompt: big cowboy lives alone on his ranch with just a horse and a couple chickens and a loyal dog. Very imposing man, big and tall from years of farm life and scarred from bar fights in his youth.

Cue little borrower kid, who is all alone and ends up living in the walls of the ranch, terrified of the scary human but can't move out because it's winter and traveling is too dangerous.

They meet somehow (classic sudden reveal, kid gets spotted, injured, storm etc) and borrower kid is certain they're about to die. But big cowboy has the kindest and gentlest heart in the world

Ahhh I love getting asks, especially when I don't expect them :]

Loooooove this idea <3

I actually do have an oc that fits this description... somewhat-ish.

His name is Ray and he lives alone on his ranch, he owns a couple chickens (and sheep) and a loyal dog, but he has a donkey instead of a horse :)

But he doesn't look or act scary at all, he's more kind of a dork.

His dog is scarier than him really.

Here is a little snippet of him :)

Somehow I have failed to create an oc that looks super scary and intimidating but is actually a sweetheart so far.

Raul was supposed to be that kind of guy but the set up of the story doesn't allow him to be all that scary. Especially when I look at the second part of his story, (which I'm currently writing), his introduction (or rather the first impression the little fairy gets of him) just doesn't fit that type. He's more the "gentle giant that calls his tiny little one" kind of guy, which is fine, because I didn't have one of those in my collection either yet :)

Maybe I'll get around to creating an oc that fits this description some day, don't know if he will be an cowboy tho.

Thank you so much for sending me this lovely idea, anon! <3

[winter-sol]

New hints (and questions) about Nightbringer

Finally! We have some clues about NB, I'm so excited! We finally have an idea of what to expect. Yet I still have so many doubts. But that's only natural, we're still missing on so much information ;; I simply want to share my thoughts about Nightbringer at the moment.

First, I'd like to mention the objective facts we know about the game:

We're our good old sheep MC.

We've travelled to the past, and we need to "reforge our bonds and pacts with the seven brothers"

Honestly, I'm happy the game is not just a prequel and we get to keep our MC. Still, time traveling is a choice. So, knowing this, what personally intrigues me the most are the questions that have arised from the possibilities when it comes to going to the past and meeting the demons there.

I'll try to point out my main questions and theorize a bit, but this is only with the little info we've been given.

We've travelled by Barbatos' magic, so at least he and Diavolo should know we're going to the past. Right?

Do the brothers know? The lines "Don't worry, you'll be fine. After all, we are..." and then "My love for you trascends time" (in Japanese, "No matter how many times we meet you, we'll fall in love with you") seem to be from the brothers POV. The first line gives me the impression they know what our mission is and are basically wishing us good luck and trusting in us, for us to... "save" them, maybe? There has to be a reason we're doing all of this.

About that, why are we doing this? Are we being sent with us knowing what's going on? Or we just wake up and surprise! You're in the past! (double isekai lmao) I hope it's some kind of "mission" we are well aware of.

How will time traveling be explained this time? (In case it will be explained because let's face it, we know OM is not the most rigorous when it comes to it, lol) The brothers will meet us in the past, so are we going to be presenting as ourselves? Or as some random human? You know, like we pretended to be a random angel in the Celestial Realm? After all is done, will they remember the events from the past? Will they know it was us? You know, as in sheep MC? Are their memories going to be "rewritten" and, once we're back, they'll know what happened and know MC loved them in the present and the past? I just... I just don't know. (But I kinda like the latter, it sounds romantic)

All of their lines in the webpage show some kind of emotion related to their fall, in their own way. But at least something that is common to all of them is pain. About each of them:

Lucifer seems to feel guilty or responsible for their fall; Mammon seems accepting of his (and their) fate, Leviathan seems terrified of his fate; Satan, being a new entity, is annoyed by his existence in this reality and his new brothers; Asmodeus is in denial; Beelzebub's one is intriguing, because it points to a secret more then his feelings regarding the fall, but I'd say there's something about the fall or the war he knows and feels guilty about hiding; and Belphegor is thinking about punishment and consequences of their actions, could it be indifference? or a quiet fear?

What kind of dynamics will we have with these recently turned demons? Are we going to have our beloved, dangerous interactions such as the ones we got on Halloween 2021? Or early lessons? (I really, really hope so)

But more than anything, regarding the reasons of our travelling... What happened that needs us to travel and bond with them in their past selves? Are they in some kind of danger? Did some kind of event trigger a reaction from them, becoming distant with us (ahhh yes, angst) and we need to unravel their past? I like the idea of MC getting to know their backstories and ending up with this idea of "I'll love him even after all he's done as a demon".

And that's why I like this concept of "My love for you trascends time" because it can be both ways. They'll love us no matter in what time or form we meet, but also they trust us to keep loving them even though it's a difficult, dangerous love.

And yes, the Japanese one is slightly different but I also like how that one is only directed from the demons to us. Even if it's in an alternative universe, the past, not knowing us, our bond and connection is so strong it's certain they'll fall in love with us.

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Man, I'm getting the feels from this teaser. I can't wait to see what kind of angst, tragic backstories and dramatic romance we'll get to experience.

And by the way! On March 24th, the song from the opening will be released, "Devil's Way". From the unofficial lyrics I've seen, they do mention the little sheep and to not be afraid, so I wonder what kind of information we'll get from the full lyrics 🕺

Peace out.