#and idk why i added the corset i just think he would
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boy howdy do i love drawing characters different from how theyre actually supposed to look just for the fun of it, anyways sorry this is just a small low effort drawing i did on vacation but hereâs my bobby worst interp
#bobby worst#brcu#brandon rogers#brandon rogers cinematic universe#ig itâs not insanely out of canon but#idk im worried someones gonna start bitching and moaning about âblackwashingâ#i know that isnt his hairstyle idk why i struggle with it so much but#i also kind of wanted his hair to look how it did when he was younger#and sorry about his outfit i cant draw his weird shoulder things so i gave him that cape thing#and idk why i added the corset i just think he would#10/10 bobby worst very evil and very whorish#i took a screenshot and didnt save the actual drawing because i might add more drawings to it#im just now seeing how low quality it is..#whatever enjoy the fcking drawing
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Noise Complaint (Chris)
Request: none
Warnings: secret relationship, semi public sex(hotel room), protective triplets, slightly possessive chris, degradation, filming/pictures, praise kink, daddy kink, getting caught by a fan, being found out by Matt and Nick, super rough sex, dom!chris, lingerie, choking, slapping, spanking, oral(male receiving), cum swallowing, creampie, facefucking, hair pulling, choking, maybe more idk
A/N: this was written when they were on the versus tour which is why it obviously mentions the tour
Y/nâs pov
We were going into week three of the boysâ tour and it was getting increasingly harder for Chris and I to hide the fact that weâre dating. Nobody knew, not even his brothers or Madi, whoâs my best friend. At home, itâs a lot easier to hide the fact that weâre dating because Chris and I have always been super close, so us going to âhang outâ alone wasnât abnormal. Thankfully I was invited to go on tour with them since Madi couldnât go this time, meaning I would have to share one of the two rooms with one of the triplets. Youâd probably expect me to be sharing a room with Nick, which I wouldnât mind considering heâs one of my best friends, but Chris had managed to convince both Matt and Nick to let him sleep in the same room with me by claiming he needs to cuddle with someone when heâs not sleeping in his own house. Since weâd usually get one room with two beds and the other with only one bed, neither Nick nor Matt wanted to have to share a bed or cuddle with Chris so they had âforcedâ me to be the one sharing a bed with Chris. Not that I was complaining anyways.
This was basically the only time when we could be completely alone however, Matt and Nick always had the room next to us meaning we could never have sex if fear of them hearing us. Luckily for us, the hotel we were staying at tonight only had rooms on separate floors. Currently, we were at the venue getting ready for the meet and greet as we just finished the show, everyone was still dressing in the color for their team. My color being red, I wore black cargo pants with white stitching, a red belt, a red corset top, and red Jordans, I paired my outfit with some silver jewelry and some basic makeup, adding winged eyeliner and red lipstick. As soon as I walked out of my dressing room, Chris pushed me back into it, âYou look so fucking hot right now babe, I donât know how Iâm gonna control myself out there.â he said trying to go in for a kiss but I had to swerve it. Chris started pouting as I said âSorry handsome, I donât want to get any lipstick on you. We donât want anyone to find out weâre dating, remember?â âYeah, yeah, I just donât know how Iâm going to control myself out there because if Iâm being honest, all I want to do right now is rip your clothes off and fuck you.â he said as we walked towards the door to leave.
We met back up with Nick and Matt as we all walked out to the meet and greet area and started taking pictures with fans. There was this one guy who came up to me and started flirting, I could tell that Chris was irritated but itâs not like he could do anything about it. âYouâre hot, can I get your number and take you out to dinner? You know, maybe I can get you away from these boys and show you what I can do.â the guy said, making me slightly uncomfortable. Luckily for me, Nick saw this and came over to us âHey man, can you not talk to her like that and move on to she can take pictures with non-creepy people? Thanks.â he said shooing him away. The guy did leave, but Chris still kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye to make sure nobody else bothered his girl.
After the meet and greet, we had all decided to go get dinner at a restaurant, and guess who just so happened to be our waiter? The creepy guy from earlier, and I think all the boys could tell he was making me uncomfortable. Due to this Nick ordered for me so I wouldnât have to talk to him and we got threw dinner without an incident, well except for when we got our receipt, which had his number on it. I could literally feel the jealousy radiating off of Chris as we waited for our Uber, âChris whatâs wrong? You look super pissed off, are you okay?â Matt had asked him. âIâm fine, I just want to be at the hotel already.â Chris replied through gritted teeth making both his brothers give him a weird look before we got inside the Uber and went back to the hotel. Laura had met us in the lobby, handing us our room keys and telling us our room numbers as all five of us piled in the elevator. Laura got off first, then Matt and Nick, as soon as the doors closed Chris grabbed my hand, âI donât like people flirting with you, I wanna punch them all in the face.â he said while rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand as we walked to our room
As soon as we got inside our bedroom, Chris pushed me up against the door âI want my fucking kiss now, youâve had me so hard all day.â he said before capturing my lips in a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his hair as our kiss turned into a heavy makeout. He started pressing his body against mine so I could feel how hard he was before he pulled away, âIâve been waiting to do that all day. God, Y/n/n you look so hot in this outfit, shit I never thought you wearing red lipstick would make me so fucking hard, youâre gonna have to start wearing it more often.â Chris told me. I had a little surprise for him, I had just been waiting for when we could get the chance to fuck on tour, I bought it at one of our stops after hearing Chris say I looked hot in red a million times. âWould you do me a favor?â I asked him in a seductive voice, continuing to speak after he nodded âCan you go stand in the bathroom for like five minutes, please? Itâll be worth it, I promise youâll like it.â âUghhh you know I donât like surprises!â he whined. âYouâll like this one I promise!â I told him as I shoved him into the bathroom, I quickly went to change into a pair of red heels and a lacy red lingerie set before quickly reapplying some lipstick.
I sat down on the edge of the bed before telling Chris he could come out, âThis better not be som- holy fuck!â he cut himself off as he stopped dead in his tracks a few feet away from me. âDo you like it, baby?â I asked innocently, he was at a loss for words, only being able to mutter out a delayed âUh-huh, really like itâŠâ as I stood up and walked over to him. Chris couldnât stop staring at every move I made, I grabbed his hand and led him over to sit on the bed. He slid off his shirt and shoes as his eyes continued to scan my body, âAre you just going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to use me like I planned on letting you?â I said as I traced my finger across his jawline, tilting his head up to look at me. His lips were wet and red as he kept licking and biting at them and his eyes were so blown out that you could barely see a small sliver of blue.
Chris quickly stood up to take his pants off before sitting against the headboard, pulling me with him âAs much as I love those heels, Imma need to take them off because youâre gonna be real uncomfortable wearing those in a bit.â he said making me take them off, instantly pulling me onto his lap when I was done. He grabbed the back of my head before smashing our lips together in a hot and needy kiss, he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip while pulling me hair causing me to gasp, giving him a chance to slide his tongue into my mouth. Chris suck and licked my tongue and lips, letting out a deep groan when I started slowly grinding on him, his hands quickly making their way down to my ass with a tight grip. He slowly pulled away biting my lip, âGod, Iâm gonna fuck you so hard tonight! Youâre gonna be so full my cum like the filthy little whore you are, gotta show you who you fucking belong to after that guy flirted with you today!â he growled into my ear.
I knew he was serious when he said Iâd be filled with his cum considering neither of us had cum since tour started. I started trailing kisses down his neck and chest, disappointed that I couldnât leave any hickies âLook like such a slut right now, wish I could take pictures and shit because you look fucking hot.â Chris groaned. I stopped kissing his body and looked at him from between his legs with an innocent smile âWho said you couldnât? You can take videos of me sucking your cock or fucking me for all I care.â When I said that Chris groaned and his cock twitched. You could tell he was constantly dripping precum from the growing wet patch on his gray boxers. After a second he stood up and grabbed my wrist, dragging me with him before he grabbed his phone out of his pants âGet on your fucking knees for me, Iâm taking you up on that offer.â he said while caressing my face before pushing me onto my knees.
He pushed down his boxers, stepping out of them before he tapped his cock against my lips, I quickly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out waiting for him to put it in my mouth. He placed his thick cock onto my tongue before thrusting into my mouth, pushing some hair out of face while I sucked on the tip. âCan I really record you baby?â he asked while caressing my face, I pulled off of him for a second, using my hand to continue to stroke him. âYes baby, you can record it and take pictures of whatever you want tonight.â I told him before deep throating him, Chris let out a loud groan before he started to record me. I looked up at the camera innocently as I started sucking him off âPut your hands behind your, Iâm gonna fuck that pretty little face of yours.â he said as he placed his hand on the back of my head.
I placed my hands behind my back as Chris started slowly thrusting his cock into my mouth, I hollowed out my cheeks making him let out a low groan. He started fully fucking my face roughly causing me to gag when his tip would hit the back of my throat. I started to whine and moan against him when he started fisting my hair and pulling it, the constant abuse of my throat combined with him pulling my hair caused tears to start falling down my face. âGod, you look so pretty like this for me! Next time Iâm gonna cum all over your slutty face!â he grunted out, making me whine around him again. I felt his cock twitch before his grip on my hair got tighter and heâs thrusts grew erratic. âYou gonna let me cum down your slutty little throat baby?â he asked, I moaned around him as a response before his hips sputtered.
Chris shoved my face down so his cock was literally down my throat, my nose pressed against his pubic bone. âFuck baby, so good for me.â he praised as he came before pulling out of my mouth. âOpen your mouth for me.â he said making me quickly oblige, showing him my mouth full of cum. âSwallow.â I did as he said, sticking my tongue out to show him I did what he asked before he stopped the video. After he caught his breath he helped me stand up, âAs hot as you look in this I need it off, right now.â he growled helping me take the lingerie off. Once Chris had helped me undress, he cupped my face in his hands to wipe the dried tears and mascara off my cheeks. Chris sat up against the headboard again, telling me to sit on his lap. He grabbed my throat to pull me into another rough kiss harshly sucking on my tongue, groaning when he felt my wetness spread across his cock, which was already hard again.
Quickly flipping us over, pushing my right leg up against my chest before slamming into me. I let out a loud moan as he gave me no time to adjust before he was pounding into me. âFuck, so goddamn tight for me! You like being treated like a slut donât you? Such a good girl.â he grunted as I scratched my nails done his back. âYes! Yes, your good girl daddy! Please, so good!â I moaned incoherently. âPlease what baby? What do you want?â he asked me but I couldnât explain what I wanted as he was pounding into me so roughly and it felt so good. Since I was whining and moaning so much I just grabbed his hand, making him lightly slap my face. âYou want me to hit you? God, youâre such a kinky whore!â he loud groaned before actually slapping my face making me let out an extremely loud, high pitched moan as I came around him. Chris grabbed my jaw harshly, getting closer to my face âFucking bitch! I didnât say you could cum, you didnât even fucking ask!â he growled at me before slapping me again as I cried out, quickly becoming overstimulated. âOpen your damn mouth!â I did as he said before Chris spit into my mouth making me whine âFucking swallow bitch!â he said and I quickly obliged.
Me and Chris have never had such rough sex before but we were both living for it, not even registering the fact that we were in a hotel room and the people next to us could probably hear our moans. Chris suddenly pulled out making me whimper, âHands and knees slut.â he ordered and I quickly did as he said. He pushed on my back making me arch it before he licked from my clit all the way to my ass hole, loudly groaning as he pulled away. âIâm gonna fuck your tight ass one day and youâre gonna let it happen.â he said before slapping my ass. âChris please, need your cock back inside me.â I begged âYouâre fucking greedy arenât you?â he asked rhetorically as he ran his tip through my folds teasingly.
Chris then started thrusting into me at a slow pace, âFaster daddy, please!â I asked in a whine voice. He started thrusting quickly and hard, his nails digging into my hips as a form of leverage. Both of us were being extremely loud at this point since this new angle felt amazing, he had leaned forward to play with my nipples. He knew my nipples were extremely sensitive so he used that to his advantage, relishing in the fact that he was the only person to make me feel this way. With the combination of Chris playing with my nipples, aggressive thrusts, and loud groans he was letting in my ear were getting me extremely close to cumming again. âMmm please can I cum daddy? Feels s-so good donât stop! F-Fuck please!â I cried out making Chris let out an almost animalistic growl in my ear. âYou can cum but Iâm not fucking stopping!â he said moving one of his hands to my throat. I came around his cock for the second time tonight, crying as I was extremely overstimulated.
Chris pulled back to sit up straight again on his knees when suddenly our hotel phone started to ring. He slowed down his thrust, making me whine before going to pick up the phone. âBe quiet baby.â he told me, still slowly pumping in and out of me, Chris cleared his throat before actually answering the phone. âUm hello?â he asked confused, I started thrusting back against him causing Chris to completely stop moving and slap my ass harshly. âUh oh okay, y-yea. Iâm s-sorry.â he replied to whatever the person on the other end of the phone said before hanging up. Slapping my ass one time before flipping me over, looking down at me with a stupid smile. âWe just got a noise complaint, but that doesnât mean Iâm gonna stop. It just means you need to shut the fuck up!â he laughed before thrusting back into me.
Chris once again started thrusting into me but this time he smashed our lips together in an attempt to stifle my moans. These thrusts werenât as rough as before, but they were still quite fast as we were both nearing our orgasms. We pulled away for just a second, Chris saying âShit baby are you close? Because Iâm about to fucking cum in you!â I just nodded in response not wanting to be loud again. He brought his hand down to rub my clit in fast, tight circles as he pressed our lips together again. After a few more thrusts, I was cumming around his cock with a whine, this caused Chris to cum as well. Filling me up before slowly pulling out, using his fingers to collect the cum dripping out of me only to shove them in my mouth a second later. He laid down next to me as we caught our breath for a minute.
Once our breath was back to normal Chris stood up before grabbing my hand and helping me up as well. My legs were trembling and it was kind of hard to stand but we silently walked over to the bathroom. Chris told me to pee while he turned the shower on, going back out into our room to grab our toothbrushes, my hair brush and, my makeup wipes before returning. We took a quick shower using the soaps that the hotel had in there before we got out. Chris wrapped one of the big white fluffy towels around me before grabbing another one for himself, I grabbed one of the smaller towels to wrap my hair in making chris giggle. âYou look cute like that babe.â he said sarcastically as we got ready to brush our teeth. I used a makeup wipe to get the rest of my makeup off my face and some red smudges of lipstick off from around Chrisâ lips. He insisted on blowing my hair so I didnât argue and just let him do it since my legs were still shaky and I was tired.
Once we were done in the bathroom we went over to our suitcases to get changed, I wore an oversized shirt and panties while Chris just wore some boxers before we climbed into bed and went to sleep. We woke up at 7am as we needed to get back on the bus to drive to our next location, quickly getting dressed in some comfy clothes and brushing our teeth before gathering our things to meet Nick, Matt, and Laura in the lobby. Unfortunately for us, we walked out at the same time as the person from next door that made the noise complaint. We were just going to ignore her until she said our names, âY/n? Chris? You guys were the ones fucking extremely loud next door?â she asked making us both blush and turn around. Chris awkwardly scratched the back of his neck before sheepishly nodding âOh my god are you guys dating!? Thatâs so cute I love it! Oh shit did I ruin your night last night?â the fan said super fast.
âYou canât tell anyone about this!â Chris and I said at the same time, not wanting this to get out. âWe donât want anyone to know weâre dating yet, not even his brother know so could you please keep this private and between us?â I asked nervous. She agreed to do so as long as we followed her fan and main accounts on insta, which we obviously did before taking a quick picture with her. As we started to walk away, Chris turned around again âOh and by the way, you didnât ruin our night, you just made us realize we gotta be more quiet.â he said while laughing. We got into the elevator to go down to the lobby when Chris grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a quick passion kiss, pulling away right before the doors opened. Nick and Matt got into the elevator with us, Nick seemed to be oblivious but Matt gave us a weird look. âWhy are you two blushing and shit?â he asked suspiciously, but luckily for us the elevator doors opened and we walked out to meet with Laura to go to the bus. Once we got settled in on the bus, Matt looked over to Nick before saying âYou owe me 50 bucks, theyâre definitely dating so pay upâ making Chris and I blush.
âHow do you know that? Weâve been so careful!â Chris exclaimed as Nick looked at us, irritated because he owes Matt money now, âI donât know, maybe itâs the because sheâs wearing your hoodie or the fact that you have pink lipgloss on your lipsâ Nick said. Both brothers started laughing but quickly stopped when Chris said âWell at least I scan do this more oftenâ pulling me in for a quick kiss. Both boys gave us a cheesy smile as they were happy that we were finally dating before we all drifted back off to sleep.
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WELCOME BACK TO "I rate things because it's fun!"
Today we are rating full forms (?) Of characters but I have to be practical-ish
First off we have
Honestly, I can only say good things about him, this is by far my favorite design, however. I feel like they could've given him either a loincloth or harem pants, not both (I might be wrong and that's one piece) I still feel like it doesn't fit. It looks Arabian prince inspired (once more correct me if Im wrong), but the fur collar isn't add anything to the outfit. I feel like if they just accentuated his gold collar more it would have the same effect of fullness :]
Overall: 8.5/10
For some reason his png is huge so points off but even then, I want to draw attention to those sticks on his head. The bat bones? Kinda lacking. I feel like instead they should've just been tattered but other than that he's pretty cool. Tail might have to be fixed though
Overall: 9.5/10
First off when doing a quick glance compared to every other character, his demon form is the most traditional and simple. Because of this, I'm a little disappointed that the outfit didn't have much pop, you know? As the avatar of pride, you'd think you'd want his outfit to draw your eye but no ;( Instead of the flowy waistcoat maybe an actual peacock fan and more feather in his design. A problem you can't really fix but I feel like instead of to impress, he'd display the fan and open his wings to full size to look bigger and intimate
Overall: A disappointing 6/10
Much like Luci, his design looks more traditional and unlike him, his outfit makes up for it. However, my ONLY complaint is the orientation. It's good but not spread properly. All the detail seems to be drawn to the chest so maybe remove the jacket and do a full harness? Or do a full jacket with a harness peeking underneath. Also solid pants and combat boots to match
Overall: 9/10
For some reason all the pngs are different sizes idk how to fix it BUT not too many critiques on this. Just remove the jacket and go full turtleneck and suspenders. Or go full oversized hoodie. As usual, the pants are atrocious but they all are so no points off
Overall: Our first 10/10
A ten followed by an immediate -20. It's tacky and overpopulated like they added stuff and forgot they already had something there. It's atrocious and Asmo would never stand for this. The top should be without that collar (what's solomares obsession with non-practical ugly collars) and move the scorpion to his upper arm or turn it into a corset design. Scrap the quilt design and more evenly space the roses. Make the pant legs both black but add small chains and harnesses to get the same effect. Heels.
Overall: đ€ą/10
This is atrocious for someone born from Luci. Putting aside my previous bias, it's an ok outfit. The top could slay but the pants drown it out. Bigass Gucci belt buckle also gots to go. Keep the boa because it's kinda cute. The tail looks like it pinches, no thanks. Keep that
Overall: 7/10
Not many complaints though it looks very similar to Mammon and Satan. Maybe not all three belts, just the one white one and the black one
Overall: 9.5/10
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I'm speechless. All of it looks like another opportunity that was wasted. Buckles, no, he's highwatering those pants, I know his ankles ashy. Why are your pants spotted? Why is there a random horseshoe?? Also please just erase the other eye, it looks like a ghost eye. WHY ARE HIS SLEEVES CUT OUT.
OVERALL: -100/10
I don't have the room for the angels but I'm giving Simeon a 9/10 and Luke an 8/10 just because I feel like there's more they could've done for an angel form than just white clothes. Wings at least.
Overall the Design Score for demon forms is: 67% kinda average, not much past good. Still decent though. Levi, Dia and Tan carried. Next up, everyday outfits! But like next week
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#anti mammon club#lucifer obey me#obey me diavolo#lord diavolo#satan obey me#leviathan obey me#om! asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me mammon#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel#obey me belphie#obey me belphegor#obey me lucifer#obey me barbatos#om barbatos#om! barbatos#I love them#theyre all baby#except belphie and tan#fuck them#tan probably reads harry potter
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For my goofy self indulgent "Sir" au I've been considering what would, objectively, be the funniest way to reveal "Sir" is not, in fact, a sir at all.
Can't be a name reveal cause names can be weird.
I've had the TikTok meme about the corset song, you know uh... "--you bring the corsets~ we'll bring the cin-ches~ no one wants a waist over--nine inches~" where someone is tying either a corset or an apron and they tighten it on the measurement to show their silhouette. So that would be funny, just like, Nikia walking through one of the recipes from the hand me down book as she ties an oversized apron because they assumed she was bigger round the middle and everyone has a damn heart attack.
There's the casual "fuck me it's hot as balls out here" removal of the hoodie to tie it around the waist, maybe with a baggy shirt to help answer how the layers hide all that damn curve. Works wonders in real life btw if you don't wanna bind but want that illusion of a smaller chest. Really breaks up the more obvious boob shape.
Then there's a hug where someone (idk maybe Thatch but I'm a dweeb who thinks he's pretty so ya know) just throws their arms around her and is fucking shocked to discover there are tits there and not like Zoro's either.
Maybe one of them with an added bit of dialogue:
"why the hell are you calling me 'sir' anyhow?"
"It's not your name???"
"Who the hell names their daughter 'Sir'?!?"
"DAUGHTER?!?"
"EXCUSE ME, WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?!? ISNT IT OBVIOUS IM NOT A DUDE?!? After all that work growing them as a teen??"
"NO?!?"
"WHA--oh shit, nevermind, this hoodie is fucking massive. right. My bad... WAIT DID THEY NOT KNOW EITHER?!? HOLD ON I GOTTA INTERROGATE SOMEONE!"
Cue additional rubbing because she's like, "Dude, everytime I get onto y'all I'm dead ass using a mom voice--how the hell did you think I was a man?!"
"None of us had moms..."
"...well now just I'm sad, c'mere you fucking walking tragedies, damn." *Gives consolation hugs* "...so was there any other assumptions, you know, while we're clearing the air?"
"... If you're not a man... Are you also not like, a teen?"
"No?!? I mean, this is a little less surprising, but no. I'm really not. I'm 27, dude."
Thatch sighing in relief because it felt weird to like someone younger than his youngest brother.
Bonus points if this is after quite sometime bunking in the men's area cause Nikia doesn't actually care so long as she has her own space to sleep. And this is very much not how Whitebeard prefers to have the sleeping quarters separated cause he's a tad old fashioned.
Idk, just silly things to consider while it's hot as balls IRL.
#mittens indulges#gotta give this a name for tagging so folks can block it#i know damn well this is mostly just for me lol#not a sir au
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I'm bored, how would you rate each ateez album (ep etc) out of 10
Jenjamin I don't think you realize how much fuckin music they put out and that they're all called the same thing
(going chronological)
Treasure One (All to Zero): 5/10, solid debut album, "Pirate King" is a great debut track, "Treasure" slaps, but they were babies finding their feet so I have to rank it lower
Treasure Two (Zero to One): 7/10, which is a surprise even to me. "Hala Hala" to "Say My Name" to "Desire"? hit after hit after hit. "Say My Name" is still my favorite title track of theirs. and I need a "Desire" with San doing the ad libs with his 2022 vocals, please please please.
Treasure Three (One to All): 5/10, I love "Utopia" and it started the Seonghwa Main Vocal When movement. he just DOES that. but I didn't love the title tracks, so a few points off that.
Treasure Fin: 7/10, this was my first comeback (I started listening with "Say My Name" but watched from a distance) and "Wonderland" smacked me across the face. and dearest belovedest Wooyoung on "Mist"... he didn't have to break our hearts like that.
Treasure Epilogue: 7/10, remember when I told you I liked this comeback and you said you'd listen because "they have some good singers" and then you made fun of me knowing Seonghwa's name? because I do. anyway "Horizon" is amazing and that one performance, you know the one, is still one of my favorites of theirs. also one of my favorite songs to play on violin cause it changes between bouncy and expansive.
Fever One: 9/10, maybe it's cause it came out when I was doing a lot of walking and so I could just put it on repeat. anyway "Inception" is my third most listened to song ever on Spotify if that tells you anything. Yunho Baby on "Fever" like oh that's my boy.
Fever Two: 12/10 fuck EVERYONE who was shitty to me right before it dropped, this album was for ME! dad had just gotten sick, my hours were cut, the creep at the hotel was apparently starting to say icky things about me, I was miserable, and then "I'm the One (Remix)" saved the day. sounds like the first day after Seroquel where nothing is real but GOD are you awake to feel it. Pink Gumby leapt with both feet into Hot Bitch Territory and began his ascent to one of my favorite vocalists of 4th gen and the pink was litcherally for me idk what to tell you he said sorry these people are so cruel. also "Take Me Home" is a queen I take no comments.
Into the A to Z: 7/10, I'm gonna be real, D and I were both completely thrown off that "Still Here" wasn't a Vertical Horizons cover. liked the Korean version better (you all know why) but this is the one on my liked songs playlist. anyway, the tracklist is mostly my faves so yeah nothing really to say.
Fever Three: 8/10, catiny's first comeback! and they DELIVERED for us! the "Deja Vu" outfits were amazing, especially the little Lake Geneva ones. I'm gonna see Seonghwa in a corset in my yellow wallpaper. and that night that we all went apeshit for Pinkhwa Ponytail will live on as a true heritage moment.
Fever Epilogue: 6/10, honestly I just go to the Kingdom recordings. The Real was a killer comeback that I wasn't expecting right at the end of the year there. the "Wave" Overture is so much better when they don't have to fight the choreographers, even if San doesn't get that scrape in the official recording. also if I play Mingi's rap in "Wonderland" on repeat then that's between me and God. (although we lived through the "Turbulence" performances to get to San's modulations. was it worth it? idk but I just want to squish my bestie's cheeks and tell him he's doing so amazing in his battle against augmented fourths)
The World Movement: 5/10, I was so excited when the intro to "Sector 1" was the spoiler from "Answer" but I think I hyped it up too much. I would have liked Guerilla a whole lot more if they weren't so liberal with the pitch correction. how are you gonna have the whole "break the wall!" screams and pitch correct the vocals here of all places. madness and insanity (but D and me calling the Metropolis references a year in advance? our brains are sooooo big). should have all been Mingi channeling RKL, but it's his world and we're just living in it. also the big chest voices in "The Ring" deserve more, please give us more of that.
[but +5 additional points for San being an anarchist slut, there is no type better. he said "Hi Lesbians" and then came back to say "Especially The Cool Ones" with his doofy little anarchist stomach graffiti]
#got a ''wish you were here'' text while I was out with my friends but I had pizza so like. like.#sapphicshawol#jenjamin
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specifically! for @mugiimatsu who so kindly asked and any others who might be curious on my,,
mishima yuuki persona au
first things first, his persona is dolos, greek god of deception n trickery. since a persona is all about the how you present yourself when in the face of danger, i based this off of his rank 8 confidant event where he bluffed to that guy attacking akiyama. so since mishima isnt very strong physically, he relies on trickery. which is ALSO where I got the idea for the outfit. because you know where trickery and deception is most common? magician acts. which is why he has the whole trenchcoat corset (and non visible laced boots) combo going on. I almost added a top hat but it just wasnt working out. a loss..
anyway because of his arcana I gave him a color palette similar to the moon and its surroundings, dark blue (sky), yellow (moon), and white (stars).
and the mask. THE MASK. its not fully visible so heeere is the original sketch
anyway a whole bunch of thought went into this thing. not the fishnet part though I just thought that looked cool. as you can see though, there are 2 sides. one dark, one light. these sides individually represent the lies and truths. and in that same vein, the dark side and light side of the moon. it resembles jokers mask a bit for the eye part, just to show how his outlook on the world (and himself!) was changed thanks to him. at some point I started thinking the entire get up looked too similar to jokers but at least he doesn't have those atrocious leprechaun shoes. besides if he sees the phantom thieves as absolute justice then its make sense that his view of a rebel would align with jokers.
visible in other posts, for his neutral special he wields a ginormous hammer /ref. in my notes its said this is because:
"like birds when they puff out their feathers to be big and menacing. hes compensating with a humungous hammer."
and isnt that just so him.
anyway for the stat explanations ill be ripping it straight from said note.
" stamina is 40, magic 75, endurance 55, agility 71, luck 5. stamina should be higher from volleyball but idk... I cant really judge how good he actually was at volleyball since he was in a bit of a pickle at the time. dammit. we shoulda gotten a scene where a volleyball game takes place near the end of the game where the team gets to be happy without kamoshida. I woulda cried so hard.. anyway magic stat 75 since hes mastered 2 whole elements! endurance 55 I made it decent from past experiences... đ agility 71 cause volleyball hello?? shit takes SPEED! luck at a depressing 5. because I checked tv tropes and he is apparently born unlucky. "
and finally, we are at weaknesses/strengths.
I actually struggled quite a bit at this part. originally was just goanna make his weakness ice cause im akeshima shipping trash but then I remembered loki isnt even an ice persona in p5... so I went back to metaphorical stuff. tried to see if dolos had a spouse, or an enemy. and he does, kinda. veritas, the goddess of truth. not specifically an enemy, but a direct opposite! however i associated the truth with light, and he already was null to light and dark, and changing that would kinda take away from the whole shabang. so I settled on a weakness to electricity based on zeus being an important figure in dolos's backstory. not completely random, but definitely not my most impactful choice.
and that my friends, is my
mishima yuuki persona au
explained! thank u for reading!!!
if i made a semilong text post detailing his persona/stats/weaknesses etc etc would anyone read it
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TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS
wearing a corset
n.a.: as always i need to cope,, idk why i thought about this, but it's just so funnyđ. Hope y'all like it ajahhs
⥠Hanma Shuji âĄ
* ohh, he'll never admit he'd like to try a corset
* I think he'd only be able to wear one with a little help from Kisaki,
* one day you received a message from an unknown number, on which there was written something like: "Make Hanma wear a damn corset before I kill him, he's complaining too much."
* The sender texted that Hanma didn't stop talking to him about it ... and that in those days he was so persistent
* So as soon as you saw your boyfriend, you brought that topic up trying not to make it too obvious.
* "you know Hanma I have such a beautiful corset, but I don't think it fits me anymore, would you mind trying it? I would like to see how it looks to you"
* At first he said no, then when he saw him he added something like "well, listen, give it to me"
* It was light green AND IT LOOKED SO GOOD ON HIM
* Despite his astonished face, you could very well see the happiness in his eyes.
* You know that you'll never see that corset again in your closet</3 (but he wears it when he's with you;))
⥠Kokonoi Hajime âĄ
* he often gave you many small gifts, and you decided it was time to reciprocate.
* you bought him such a beautiful black corset, it hadn't too complicated decorations
* you just knew that he would be divine on him
* no one knows, but he had already tried many corsets. He did it with those of Inui when his friend was not there-
* he had never found one that suited him
* as soon as he saw your gift he felt like a sting in his heart, the only thought that you had had to take something from him made him so happy <3
* he tried it right away, I SWEAR HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL
* he would blush a lot at compliments but would reply with something like "yes I know I'm gorgeous", then give you a quick kiss on your cheek.
* he is the type who does not expect gifts, know that he will always remember that corset. He will wear it VERY often
* he would match us all kinds of clothes, and he would give you a matching one to get the matching corsets (please I'd die for this)
⥠Mitsuya Takashi âĄ
* he loves corsets too (hcs: he wears them too), most of them he created them for you <3
* he knows everything about you by heart, all of your sizes and all of your preferences, he simply remembers it.
* he had a fairly plain white corset, to which he had added lace.
* it was lovely, simple but thanks to that little detail, that he had done, it was just more perfect <3
* his curiosity took over and he decided to try it. When he was done you went in his room-
*HE WAS GORGEOUS, and you were pretty much hypnotized looking at him for a long time, simply because he was pretty
* he blushed and when he was about to take it off, you said:
"Takashi, would you like to exchange our corsets from now on?"
* I swear that his heart skipped a few beats, but then he smiled softly at you and nodded<3
* yknow that you so very lucky to see this man in a corset every day
⥠Chifuyu Matsuno âĄ
* it was born almost like as a joke, you often stole his sweatshirts or any type of dress because they were comfortable,,,
* so he too decided that he would get you something from your closet. He at first thought of a skirt (yes.) or a simple shirt.
* But then you noticed that he was staring at a corset that would match the color of his eyes wonderfully,
* you immediately gave it to him and sent him to the bathroom to change
* it took him at least 15 minutes to figure out how he wore it, but in the end, he came out of the bathroom wearing it correctly(he will never admit that he followed a tutorial a few minutes before-)
* he had a smile on his face, but before, he wanted your opinion:
"y/n what do you think? Did I wear it right?"
* and hell if he was fine, you stood staring at him and nodding without saying a word
* he blushed suddenly and was about to take it off when you stopped him and told him that he could keep it and that you wouldn't use it anyway
* at that moment he was so happy, you could hear his racing heartbeat after he hugged you-
⥠Baji Keisuke âĄ
* it was born as a bet, whoever arrived first in class, not only had the last place but could also have asked the other for something that he couldn't refuse
* let's be serious, no one beats you when it comes to taking the right place in the class. So you won (he also arrived late for school that day,)
* After school he came to your house, and you've been thinking about getting him to wear that corset for a while.
* it was like that you got it just for him. Both the color and the pattern and even the size were perfect for him
* At first he refused. But then he remembered the bet and in fact, he could have done a lot worse for him, right?
* he stood for 10 minutes straight looking at it trying to figure out how to wear it.
"Do I have to undress? Do I have to wear it from underneath? How many laces does this thing have? And why are they all behind ?!" these were his comments
* he came out wearing it backward.
* and after laughing and making fun of him, you helped him
* HE WAS MORE THAN BEAUTIFUL (after wearing it in the right way)
* "yk y/n, even if I don't breathe much, I think this thing is perfect for me," he said as he admired himself in the mirror. (and yeah, he was so right)
#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x y/n#baji keisuke#baji x reader#mitsuya takashi#mitsuya x reader#hanma shuji#hanma x reader#tokyo revengers fluff#chifuyu matsuno#kokonoi hajime#tokyo revengers headcanons#chifuyu x reader#kokonoi x reader#baji fluff#tokyo revengers#tokyorev#hajime kokonoi#mitsuya takashi x reader#tokyo revengers headcanon#corset
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@dabitdabi Welcome to playmate life gorgeous! Hawks is one of my favourites to write so thank you so much for sending him my way, I hope this is worth the wait!!
This is part of my Playboy Mansion event, feel free to participate!!
Hawks x f!reader
Genre: smut, (idk if this might be a bit fluffy too??)
Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (female receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex.
Words: 3.5k
This wasnât your first Playboy party, and you were sure it wouldnât be your last. Youâd been working as a bunny for around three months now, the first party was a little overwhelming, but the other girls were more than happy to hold your hand through the whole experience. The more parties you attended, the more comfortable you became. You never worried about guests being inappropriate, you werenât just employees to your boss. You were bunnies, and you deserved to be treated with respect like everyone else attending the parties, you were the stars and made these extravagant events what they were.
You knew being a bunny came with the connotation of being hypersexualised, but becoming a bunny was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You werenât one of the most popular bunnies since you were a little shy, but you were known by all of the guests who regularly attended these parties. You were often tagged in photos where youâd posed with guests. Theyâd always leave little comments that made you smile. You had the best job in the world.
Your first instance of trouble came at this particular party. Youâd never experienced any guests acting unseemly, but this evening was different. You leaned over the bar to collect a tray of shots to walk around with, when you felt somebody tug on the tail attached to your corset. You ignored it at first, understanding that guests enjoyed playing with the bunnies. However when the assailant delivered a stinging spank to your ass cheek, your attention snapped in their direction. You recognised the man, he was a gruff looking entrepreneur whoâs name you couldnât place right now. It was apparent that he was drunk, you hoped it was just a little bit of teasing. He became a little more aggressive with you, begging you to kiss him and spend the night with him. There were no members of security nearby, but a few of your fellow bunnies did their best to help you get away from him, to no avail.
âHey, get away from her.â You heard someone speak. You turned to face the soft voice, and struggled to see the man who had came to your defence through your bleary eyes. The drunk man tried to argue. Quickly you rubbed the droplets out of your vision so you could see who was helping you. Before the drunkard could state his case, your rescuer had grabbed him and pulled him towards a member of security to deal with. Some of your friends crowded you and coddled you, making sure you were okay after what happened. The blonde-haired hero came to check on you once heâd dealt with the situation. Before you could think, you rose to your feet with tears flowing from your eyes and ran to the nearest bathroom. You locked yourself in a stall while you broke down, feeling bad that your makeup would be ruined. You hoped that you wouldnât get in too much trouble for taking the rest of the night off, but youâre sure that the other girls would defend you and explain the situation. You wouldnât be surprised if the man who groped you got banned from attending these parties. There is a strict policy against any fornication at work, it was a fireable offence. But guests also had a one strike and youâre out rule, they mostly knew better than to try anything as brash as that man had, but heâd regret it now that he wouldnât be invited to return ever again.
While you continued to cry, you heard the door squeak open, and footsteps approach your stall. You sniffed slightly, but mostly tried to calm yourself down. You couldnât cry all evening after all, you didnât want to give yourself a headache. You waited for the person to reveal themselves, assuming it was one of your friends. It would have been hard to tell who was who from the crack under the stall door. You were all in the same uniforms after all. But the shoes were nothing like your uniforms. It was a man, clearly, wearing a pair of bulky black boots and tan trousers.
âUm,â You sniffed, âSir this is the ladies bathroom.â You alerted him, sure he already knew.
âYeah, I know, I just wanted to check on you birdie.â He spoke back to you.
âIâm a bunny not a bird.â You corrected him, completely glossing over the pet name heâd decided to give you.
âYeah I was just, never mind⊠Youâre okay right? Can you come out here?â He queried. Obvious concern in his voice. You declined, you didnât want him to see you like this. Your eyes were clouded with unshed tears. Your mascara had ran down your cheeks and you were sure your foundation underneath had probably ran too. But he wouldnât take no for an answer, he asked you again⊠and again⊠and againâŠ
âFine.â You responded.
You flushed your crumpled up pieces of tear-stained toilet roll away and unlocked the door. His expression flickered from concern to sympathy as he saw how upset you were. You walked by him so that you could wash your hands, and you noticed in the mirror that he walked into the cubicle youâd just left. You werenât sure what he was doing, but he returned to your side with several layers of toilet roll. When you washed and dried your hands, he ran the toilet roll under the tap. He cupped your face in one of his hands and lightly dabbed the damp tissue into your cheeks and under eyes. He was trying to help you; he was trying to tidy up your appearance. Why was he being so sweet?
âI think that just might make it worse.â You announced, knowing you were right.
âOkay then. Show me what I need to do.â He requested, âPlease let me help you, I donât want to see you upset like this over that scumbag.â He explained. Your heart clenched a little he was so caring and considerate; you could almost feel your heart melting. You took him by the hand and led him out of the bathrooms. You knew there were a lot of areas off limits and youâd risk losing your job, but you wanted to spend more time with your saviour and give him the chance to help you out again.
â â â
You brought him to the bunny dressing room. You barged in with him assuming your co-workers wouldnât be here, but one of them was sitting in a dressing chair topping up her makeup.
âYou know you canât bring people in here to hook up!â She reminded you.
âWe arenât here for that!â You protested, feeling extremely embarrassed. You felt the heat rise to your face and you tried to change the subject, âHe just saved me from some trouble, please donât tell anyone, heâs just checking on me.â You stated, hoping sheâd take pity on you.
âOh I donât care, you know I wonât tell. Iâm just about finished here so Iâll let you love birds do what you need to do.â She teased as she exited the glamorous pink dressing room.
You tried to protest once again before she left but it was too late. The honey-haired man smiled but decided not to join in the teasing. He simply requested that you show him what he needed to do to help you fix your makeup. But instead, you gave him your removal kit. You were done for the evening, there was no way you could go back to work when you felt the way you did. You both smiled and giggled sweetly as he did his best to remove your makeup for you. You chatted a little and got to know each other better, you found out his name was Keigo and he was a friend of the hosts. Once your makeup was off, you gave him a grateful, âthanksâ and stood to your feet. The least you could do was escort him back downstairs before you turned in for the night.
âYou know angel, you look just as cute without makeup as you do with.â He told you. You were stopped in your tracks as you couldnât help but blush at the compliment. âDonât you wanna hang out a little while before I have to leave?â He wondered, hoping youâd stick around. You knew that you shouldnât, but you were too drawn to the handsome stranger that you couldnât resist. You sat back down on the comfortable carpet with him and couldnât help but coyly shy as he stared deeply into your eyes.
âThanks again for saving me Keigo.â You repeated, you were so grateful for his help. You were sure that security would have helped you sooner or later, but you were truly fortunate that Keigo had been there to rescue you from his clutches.
âIt really shook you up, didnât it baby?â He sweetly questioned, âHave you never had to deal with something like that before?â He added. You shook your head.
âIt was scary, obviously, but it wasnât just that.â You expressed, not sure why you felt so comfortable sharing your personal life with this man.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked you, placing a hand on your leg. He stroked over your pantyhose with his thumb as he held onto you.
âOh⊠Iâm not sure I should say,â You started, âItâs a little embarrassing.â You followed. He didnât speak, instead he just stared intensely into your sweet eyes, willing you to continue if you felt like it. You kept stuttering, starting and stopping your sentence as you tried to get the confidence to confide in him.
âBirdie, I promise I wonât judge you if you want to tell me.â He soothed, hoping to help you get your words out.
âItâs just⊠Iâve neverâŠâ You began. You screwed your eyes shut as you couldnât bare to look at him when you finished your sentence, âIâm a virgin.â You blurted out. Your eyes were already closed but you felt so exposed you decided to cover your face with your hands too. You were so embarrassed; you were sitting with a guy who seemed too cool for school and probably had a wild sex life. You wouldnât have been surprised if you opened your eyes and he was gone. But instead, you felt him grab your wrists and remove your hands from your face. Instinctively you opened your eyes, and right at that moment Keigo planted a delicate kiss onto your lips.
âIâm sorry if that was a little forward, I just wanted to show you it doesnât bother me.â He smiled as he parted from your lips slightly. It was your first kiss, you werenât upset. If anyone had to steal your first kiss, you werenât mad about it being this beautiful stranger.
âCan we, um, do that again?â You asked, the words left your mouth and you instantly began to cringe. You hated how awkward you were, but he just had this effect on you. But before you could overthink your graceless comment, his lips were on yours once again.
You got lost in the feeling of his soft lips on yours. He tasted so heavenly; you couldnât get enough. He got more adventurous and slipped a tongue into your mouth. You werenât sure what to do so he did his best to guide you. Once you eased into it a little more, your kissing became more frenzied. You couldnât get enough of each other. What started off soft and sweet became hot and passionate, but you knew you had to hold back. You couldnât risk getting caught with him or youâd risk losing your job. He lightly groped your breast as his kissing traversed from your lips down to your neck. You couldnât stop the moan that huffed from your lips, and you bucked against his thigh trying to gain some friction against your clothed cunt.
âYou look fucking hot in that outfit.â He mumbled between kisses.
âStop!â You raised your voice as you pushed yourself away from him.
âDid I do something wrong?â He wondered, confused by your sudden outburst.
âNo, youâre great Iâm sorry. Itâs against the rules for Playmates to hook up with guests, I will lose my job if weâre caught.â You explained. Keigo nodded as if he understood, giving you an innocent smile as he planted a kiss on your lips once more.
âI get it. Sorry I got carried away.â He told you, picking himself off the ground. He held a hand out to you to help you to your feet, âI think Iâll get going. Iâll see you at the next party though, right?â He explained. You didnât want to see him at the next party. You didnât want him to leave. But you didnât want to risk losing your job for the sake of keeping Keigo around. And you really didnât want to throw your virginity at him just to prevent him from leaving.
âI, umâŠâ
âIâll have no reason to come to these things anymore if I donât get to hang out with the prettiest bunny in the whole mansion.â He smiled, lightly brushing his thumb over your cheek.
You werenât usually one for compliments. You knew guys would say anything to get in your pants. But there was something so sincere about Keigo. The way everything seemed so genuinely sweet and affectionate when he spoke to you. The way he made you feel like you were the only other person in the whole world with him. You loved being a bunny. You loved living with the girls and you loved all of the fun you had at the mansion. But you were in a role in which you were hypersexualised to everyone around you. How could they expect guests to not want to fuck you? How could you be expected to resist someone as sexy as Keigo? You didnât think youâd lose your virginity like this, but who were you saving it for anyway?
â â â
You pressed your lips against Keigoâs once again, and he was more than happy to respond. You began tugging at his clothes, indicating that you wanted them off. You didnât break your kissing for more than a second. He took his jacket off while still deeply kissing you but removed himself quickly whilst he took off his t-shirt. You didnât break the kiss either while you removed your high heels. You shrunk a few inches but Keigo didnât mind leaning down a little further to keep smothering you in affection. He began to travel down to your neck once again but settled on the flesh of your breasts that were being hoisted up by your corset. You let out soft sighs as he continued. He crouched down slightly as he began fondling the bottom of your corset that resided between your thighs. He managed to unbutton it as he pulled down your sheer tights and panties. You were about to remove your corset when he asked you not to.
âYou look too fucking good in that outfit to take it off.â He alerted you.
You felt slightly embarrassed by the praise, but it didnât last long when he pulled you down to kiss him again, you were looming over him a little as you did. âLie down.â He commanded. You did as you were told, eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned. He parted your legs a little, he repeatedly kissed your leg as he travelled up towards your pussy. He spread your legs wider when he reached your sopping sex, and instantly got to work licking your clit. You moaned almost instantly at the contact as your body softened into his touch. He slowly plunged a finger in, carefully working your innocent interior.
âTell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop, okay birdie?â He instructed.
âY-yeahâŠâ You moaned. Youâd be crazy to want this feeling to end.
He latched back onto your clit. His licking started off slow, but he eventually picked up the pace. He alternated between licking and sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves all while still pumping his digit in and out of your tight cunt. The euphoric feeling caused you to writhe around on the ground. You were compelled to close your legs and clamp them around your lovers head, but he used his free hand to pin one of your legs to the ground while he continued working at your desperate cunt. He slipped another finger inside of you and continued his motions. He frantically began scissoring you open so he could prepare you for his cock. The sensations were too much, you hadnât felt like this before. You felt a rising knot in your stomach and you were sure it was going to unfurl at any moment.
âP-please, Keigo I⊠I think Iâm gonna.â You panted, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
âNo.â He spoke. Halting all actions. You were crushed. Why did he stop? You whimpered at the loss of contact and Keigo admired your little virgin hole clenching around nothing. You sat up a little, wondering what was going on. âLie back down for me angel.â He commanded. You did as you were told, anticipating what he was doing. You knew instantly when you heard the unzipping of his pants. He was going to fuck you.
âKeigo⊠N-need it. Need it sâbad.â You whined. Your bratty voice earned a smirk from Keigo.
âYeah? My mouth and fingers made you a little needy huh? I wanted to feel you cum around my cock.â He told you as he made contact with your dripping pussy. The feeling of him sliding his cock up and down your slit alone was heavenly. You were desperate for him to fill out your hole.
âPlease, please fuck me now.â You requested.
He lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly sunk himself into you, making continuous eye contact with you as he did so. He was paying attention to every facial expression you made, he didnât want to hurt you. He was impressed that you took him like champ, he completely bottomed out inside of you and he was more than ready to fuck your brains out.
He set a harsh pace almost instantly, he was aching with such a desperate need to cum. As soon as he saw you he knew that he had to have you tonight. He could see there was something untouched and innocent about you, but he didnât expect you to be a fully fledged virgin. You were his now. No matter what youâd remember him as your first sexual encounter and no one would ever be able to compare.
He continued drilling into you, thoughts of owning you bringing him closer to his climax. Your arousal was rebuilding too. He began kissing you once again, although it was hard for each of you to focus. The building pleasure in the pair of you caused you both to occasionally moan into each otherâs mouths. The sounds being devoured by each other arousing you more, bringing you closer and closer to your highs. He bent both of your legs up to your chest so he could continue pounding you at a deeper angle.
âK-Keigo,â You whimpered, âIt hurts.â You expressed, not used to the feeling of him nudging your cervix.
âIâm sorry birdie, Iâll make it better I promise, I just-â He stopped as he moaned through his speech. Making no attempt to change what he was doing to alleviate the pain you were feeling, âCum for me baby youâll feel better, I wanna feel you cum around me.â He huffed into your face. He reached down and began toying with your clit as he encouraged you to let yourself go. The contact was more than enough to send you over the edge. You were forced to keep constant eye contact with Keigo as he fucked you through your release. Your cunt clamped down on him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He rested his forehead on yours as you both came together, looking lovingly into each otherâs eyes.
Youâd always heard mixed reviews about losing your virginity. You would either hear that it was a beautiful and romantic moment you should give to someone meaningful, or that itâs a terrible time and it has no meaning on your life. You didnât know Keigo very well at all, but you felt grateful that he was the one you got to share your first time with. For someone who was a stranger, he truly did care about your enjoyment and keeping you safe. He was still between your legs, letting you warm his cock as he laid on top of you. He gently peppered kisses on your forehead and cheeks while stroking your hair.
You were lucky you hadnât been caught, you were lucky that for now you still had a job. But if he comes back to the next mansion party, you knew that you wanted to do this with him again.
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Thank you so much again for participating, it was a pleasure to write this and have you be a bunny for the night! I hope you enjoyed your experience at the party!!Â
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Yandere BNHA Boys pt 2
Okay, this is a continuation of the first yandere ones I did because I wrote that in basically a night and was too tired to do more, I'm probably gonna post some after for the pro heroes and villains if I have time, I might finish those on the weekend then post it.
This is just a bunch of headcanons I have about the boys in BNHA and what theyâd be like as yanderes. Only the really fluffy or good things about them listed here. Neither of these works are a good depictions of a real yandere and make sure to be careful to identify yandere traits in real people around you. Itâs a very dangerous world and stay safe!
sorry if you were waiting for me to come out with these and I literally took forever lol, link to the first one is here. It's basically just me comforting myself with the sweet things that I think they would do as yanderes.
Warnings: Brainwashing, blood, gore, death, trans headcanons, body dysmorphia, nonbinary they/he Sero, they/them pronouns + nonbinary headcanons for Tokoyami, he/they nonbinary headcanons with Shinsou, a little NSFW because if I don't specify then they are aged up (around 20-25 is where I imagine the timeline that they actually captured you and have a hero carrier going for them already), manipulation, regular yandere things, kinda just turns into dumbass horknee headcanons at some point after Shinsou (sorry lmfao), objectification
Sero Hanata
so basically the first time they saw you they immediately wanted to come up to you
they love to give you back hugs because once you stop trying to fight them he's gonna be so honored you finally trust him
Big time slut [non-derogetory] for you
Likes to have an apartment that's high up, probably a secured penthouse with lots of windows
If you're afraid of heights they will get a ground bed for you two, they would also vibe with a low hanging hammock if you allow it
they really really like just putting you on a custom made leash, not inherently in a sexual way just in general likes to have it look like that with their tape on you at all times
they really really like it when you come to them for hugs and comfort
If you're a trans reader, if you want a binder he will get you one as soon as you ask, cried when you told him about it.
they cried way more than you though...
Was very accepting as an nb person as well
they custom made you a tape binder of his
Kinda as a joke but high key felt like they were gonna combust at the thought of you wearing that for them
Takes you to pride but you cannot speak
only takes you to pride after they are 1000% sure that you're not gonna speak to anyone but them
Takes you to it as a part of their float because they'd been invited onto the Hero Float
You are in a costume that's exactly like his, helmet and everything, you aren't allowed to be looked at
After that though, it's gonna be your choice to go or not to go
they trust you a little more after you run away from some assholes though and after that sometimes lets you take your helmet off during pride, you have to give them a lot of kisses though
When/if you ever consider any type of surgery he is 110% on board
they demand that you have to have it performed by someone who has done this a million times before, trusts no one else
If there's a way for you to go through it without the surgery they're excited but he's more excited if there is surgery because they love the idea of you being so cuddly and clinging to them for their comfort
Tokoyami Fumikage
haha they're in love with you
like, intensely in love with you the moment they first meet you
Dark shadow thinks you're adorable but says nothing more about their obsession with you
when you met them before UA they absolutely cannot handle being around you in a 10-foot radius
Eventually, though they do try and become a friend of yours
After that, it's a hop on the manipulation train, my dude
they basically make you see them as your savior from a mean uncaring world
they love talking to you about things that make you happy and loving you in little ways
hugs, hand holding, a lot of time it's just a little peck (haha) on the cheek
they love living with you though, like really love it
they like baking and making dinner for you
but especially baking
like really, baking
the manipulation they use makes it seem like everything is okay when you only talk to them so that's what you do and to you, it seems so much better than anything you could do
they haven't come out to you by the time you come out to them so your trans journey really helps them figure things like that out as well
The first time you explain that gender is a made-up construct they're like "yeah......isn't that how everyone feels? Like, not a gender????" we love this for them
you both kind of heal each other through this process
they like seeing you when you're most comfortable so they get you as many binders as you need
also gets you a custom binder like Sero but with feather designs, not like stupid printable patterns but something that is soft and the softness isn't feathers it's regular fluffy cloth
idk I'm not a designer that's why I gave up and became a writer lmao
they also get you a compression corset because they're emo
if there is surgery it takes a lot of time to convince them
they don't ever want you to regret anything they helped you with so it takes a lot of long-winded conversations about it
there was a lot of nervousness on their part because (this is just my headcanon) they were almost convinced to get surgery to construct their face to look human-like
they had a lot of their family tell them that, because of the way they looked, they had less of a chance to become a hero, they were immensely traumatized by this and thus wants to make absolutely sure you were okay with this
but when they finally find themself comforted by you about it it happens quickly and in the safest way you could possibly imagine
Shinso Hitoshi
Shinsou didn't want to approach you at all, he was so scared you'd run away or tell him he's a villain
they always thought that they weren't good enough for you
he loved you but you needed to say hi first
and you did
so he whisked you away
they like to just brainwash you into tasting certain types of food when you're craving them instead of just getting you food
he likes to talk to you in a voice like he would talk to a kitten, not like husky or anything sexy, but something cute and adorable
especially when you're brainwashed and can't say anything to him
He likes to give you lots of soft stuff like I'm talking pillows upon pillows and squishmallows
once he gets his own house they get it in a place that's more comforting in the dark than in the light
they really like the dark and outdoorsy vibe anyway so if they choose a place somewhere in the forest to keep you what's the added bonus if no one can hear you scream?
a little bit of spice; he has this whole a/b/o fantasy (idk it's his vibes that he'd read that fanfic and stuff lmao) and kinda treats you like you were an omega
sometimes if you guys do have sex they'll brainwash you to act like an omega or once he's more experienced with bodily manipulation involving their quirk they'll make you do all of the......omega things
when you come out to them, if you're trans, they're definitely gonna not care
like if you need comfort and stuff about it they will not make a big deal about it
he legit is like "okay .....can I still fuck you or?????"
HE JUST GIVES OFF REALLY HORKNEE VIBES OKAY?????
definitely brainwashes you into not feeling dysphoric anymore though
like loves it when you come up all sad to him and uncomfy just to ask them to brainwash you
he melts over you cuddling them after those times though
if you want surgery they're gonna make sure that it's between him and the doctors that y'all are there
like no one knows you're there, completely off radius, in and out like nothing (he's basically a cryptid in the woods by the time you guys have the surgery, so they wanna make sure no one questions it)
Monoma Neito
bold of you to assume that man can express literally anything when he wants to just sit you on his lap and look at your pretty face
love at first sight taken literally but not in a shallow way
he loves just having you around him
kinda treats you as an accessory at times, talks like you're a purse or something and people don't really comment but it's really freaking them out sometimes when you don't speak up on it
likes to say he's the only one to understand you cause he's afraid you'd leave him
a hardcore fan of collars though
definitely has lots of jewelry that represents him even though you don't go out he still loves the idea of it
big time cook
loves providing for you, never lets you do a damn thing other than watching pre-approved cartoons and hobbies
absolute fucking disaster about hugging you
always has to be touching you
he thinks you're so fucking gorgeous and body worships you even out of the bedroom
if you're trans he will definitely be weird about it at first
he's just diet transphobic
he's not denying it but sometimes he's like "Are you sure???" and stuff
he clears this up with the help of you being pissed enough to not eat or talk to him until he apologizes
he then educates himself on it and comes to the conclusion that he was in fact being an asshole
talks to you about binders and stuff like that
doesn't really believe in surgery, he would never allow you to do that just because it would be too painful for him to see you go through
he instead literally searches the whole fucking globe for a person with a body-altering quirk to make sure you don't get hurt
he seeks out homophobes, transphobes, and other dumbasses on the regular just to kill them like literally it just started out for your approval but now it's just for fun
Anyway, the villain one (if I do it) will probably become just horknee brain rot cause I am a slut. Request some stuff and I'll try to put up some works if y'all want ig.
#yandere bnha#yandere#bnha#bnha fanfiction#BNha x gnreader#gn reader#nb tokoyami hc#nb sero hc#nb shinsou hc#sero hanata#hanata sero#Sero#tokoyami fumigake#fumikage tokoyami#tokoyami x reader#tokoyami#shinsou hitoshi#hitoshi shinsou#shinsou#shinsou x reader#sero x reader#monoma neito#neito monoma#monoma#monoma x reader#bnha trans reader#x trans reader
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this is part two of my december fic rec! this list encompasses the fics iâve read from the 18th to the 28th!! itâs also my birthday today which makes it even more special! i can think of no better way to spend today than spreading positivity! :)
you can find part one of this month here
â° thereâs happiness because of you by @hadestyles | NR | 1k - (so soft, tender, and beautiful!! roriâs writing amazes me always! and this was written for my birthday because theyâre an angel <3)
Thursday mornings have always been their favourite.
â° and it gets colder and colder by @hadestyles | E | 2K - (another rori fic!! once again, beautiful prose! made me feel emotional!)
Harry wants to take care of Louis. Things take a turn.
â° make my wish come true by @soldouthaz | M | 3k - (drabble from this series) (so cute, lovely, soft, amazing!!! made my heart so happy! this is also dedicated to me which :â) sarah angel chant)
The taste of Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven and peppermint hot chocolate is still heavy on his tongue. Harryâs sweater provides some warmth and it still smells of him from before he left for his internship two weeks ago, but itâs nowhere near the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Louis shivers despite the blankets.
â° spirit meets the bones by @hadestylesâ | E | 3k - (i had to edit to add this because rori wrote another beautiful little fic for me :â) beautiful prose, beautiful emotions, so so so beautiful, gosh. pure poetry!)
The action shouldnât fill his eyes with tears but it does. These small gestures mean the world to him. A steady reminder that Harry does notice all the tiny, seemingly insignificant details that make Louis him.
â° 29 Blows by @quelquesetoiles | E | 4k - (super hot but also so cute!! love the concept of the birthday tradition in this one!!!)
For over a decade now, Harry has had his little tradition. It wouldn't be a Louis Tomlinson birthday without his best friend finding new, ingenious ways to make his life more difficult.
It's cute, it's funny, it's theirs, until Harry takes it a step too far on Louis' 29th birthday.
â° calm me down (before i sleep) by @erodiansunflower | E | 7k - (a pwp and super hot, but also super cute??)
Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.
â° Youâre Never Alone With a Moon This Bright by @helloamhere | T | 8k - (part one of this series) (WOW this was incredible and i am ENTRANCED! this author is an all-time favorite and idk why it took me so long to get to this series but iâm here now!! and loving it!!)
Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.
â° Be a Good Girl For Me by @sincetheywere16and18 | E | 9k - (really hot and cute!!!)
Based on this prompt: âAU where Harry is Louisâ older brotherâs best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that louis has to do anything he says or else heâll tell Louisâ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brotherâs best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!â
â° itâs hard to fight naked by @loustarlight | E | 11k - (LOVED this so much!!! a big fan of enemies/flatmates to lovers especially when thereâs a walk-in involved!!)
Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.
â° Sweet Scary Creatures by @specklelouis | M | 13k - (jurassic park au!! so cute and fun!!! loved louisâ character growth in this in particular!)
They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harryâs hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.
Ⱐhereafter (ad infinitum) by @larryent | M | 13k - (this was absolutely beautiful!! the writing was incredible, the contrast between the old timeline and new one impeccable, and the letters!!! love them!! and vampire harry is always a win!)
"A legacy is every life youâve touched. And youâve touched mine twice."
On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.
â° Believe Me When I Say You Have It All by @helloamhere | T | 20k -Â (part two of this series)Â (loved this even more than itâs predecessor. not to be dramatic, but iâd die for the louis and harry in this series. this whole world has my heart)
Harry had never faced anything in this forest that had actually succeeded in scaring him. Louis was no exception.
â° Yours to Lose by @loulicate-recs | M | 26k - (so cute and soft and sweet!!! louis and harry were both angels and IAN <3 little cutie!!! so proud of you hanis!)
Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.
â° But Itâs Useless by @thinlinez | E | 26k - (this put such a big smile on my face!! so cute and lovely!! louis was a relatable and adorable menace and harry was a smitten idiot but they both got there in the end!!)
Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.
â° Stuck On You by Writewhatiwant | E | 34k - (so so sweet! loved the aspect of stickers in this fic and how louis found joy in them!! really loved how both louis and harry (especially harry) grew throughout this story and how they found peace at the end!)
Louisâ life revolves around his stickers. Harryâs life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.
â° smoke between your teeth by @soldouthaz | E | 37k - (i think everyone knows how much i adore sarah and her fics but this one just might be a new favorite! loved all the psych stuff, the pining, the rom-com worthy confession <3 brilliant!)
Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.
ⰠYour Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning by @helloamhere | T | 38k - (part three of this series) (it just keeps getting better and better <3 so comforting and consistent and beautiful!)
For all its complexity, Louis sometimes reminded himself, life could always be simplified into a series of forks in the road. Even overwhelmingly big things were survivable when you broke them down to their choice. One path or the other, left or right.
â° On The Edge by @zanniscaramouche | E | 47k - (so crazy good!! zanni is always amazing me!! loved the ice skating, the hockey, the misunderstandings, the multi-faced and beautiful characters and relationships - all so perfect!)
Figure skating is as vital to Louisâ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.
Harryâs too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.
A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute theyâre expected to shine on centre ice.
â° made for lovinâ you by @cuddlerlouis | E | 53k - (loved this so much!! touch depri/accidental bonds are my favorite and this was no exception!!! the characterizations, the tension, the misunderstandings, the tenderness, the fluff!!! so good!)
A quick, horny decision ruins Louisâ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.
â° social cues by @outropeace | E | 56k - (so fucking good!! the slow burn in this was impeccable!!! pair it with friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, misunderstandings... amazing <3)
To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.
He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasnât as detached from reality. He didnât think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasnât that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?
Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didnât want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so heâd give him the full rockstar experience.
It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?
â° dripping like spider milk by @raspberryoatss | E | 64k - (pip amazing me with her talent? a common occurrence. this was so wonderfully written and so well done!! loved the characterizations, the dynamic, the angst, the miscommunication, the pining, the HUMOR!!! it was all so amazing!!)
When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back thatâs filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louisâ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.
They never hired alphas, except forâ
âHarry.â
â° a taste of freedom and sweetened passion by @tomlinvelvetfics | M | 74k - (okay technically havenât finished reading this one yet but i want to get this up early and i already know this is amazing because itâs LATE and sheâs incredible!!! and, i mean, anne of green gables?? abo?? best birthday gift ever!! will be spending the day reading this in bliss <3)
âAre you mad?â he explodes, throwing his hands up, groaning. âI was so, so close to reaching my goal, and your stupid, stalking ass had to creep up on me, hm?â
Harry is trying to keep his laughter in, walking closer to him, eyes soft. He doesnât like the way those eyes make him feel, an odd, dangerous mix of nervous and flustered, so he bends down to pick up the books, raising an eyebrow when Harry growls in protest.
âI wanted to pick them up for you,â the alpha pouts, and Louis glares at him, getting into position and lowering the pile of yellowed pages over the top of his head.
âIâm a functional human being, thank you very much,â he grits out as he begins to walk and mentally count the amount of steps he takes. One, two, three, for heavenâs sake Harry fuck off!, four, five. He doesnât let himself be distracted as the alpha walks along with him despite the slow pace, green eyes focused on him in a way that would, in any other cases, compelled him to throw a book in the alphaâs face.
He doesnât know why he doesnât do it and certainly doesnât want to think about the reason, whatever it might be.
If you read any of these lovely fics, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!
*if i made any errors, please let me know :)
enjoy!
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Rating Genshin Impact designs pt.2!
(part 1)Â
Welcome back whales, f2ps, and everyone in between! Since the first part was pretty well received, Iâve decided to continue this series!Â
Once again, I am not a professional artist of character designer, I am just doing this for fun since Genshin has a lot of good and bad designs
Aether
I LOVE HIM!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!! LOOK AT THE SILHOUETTE! THE DETAILS! THE COLOUR SCHEME!Â
Aetherâs design is a fucking GODSEND from those shitty basic male MC looks. Ya know, the ones with dark basic anime boy hair and an outfit thatâs about as imaginative as an unborn fetus.Â
The use and placement of colours is so nice and I love the details all over him. He looks like your typical kind and princely character, which is honestly how I imagine his personality. Also idk why but I love the fact heâs wearing a crop top, itâs just so refreshing to see an MC that isnât in a regular outfit or a full suit of armor with a shitty silhouette.
He looks sleek and leaving him in mainly black and other neutral tones ensures that heâll look good with any element in his lights, gold also works with a lot of colours very well, so nothing ever looks awkward on him.Â
I also love where they put the lights, it just works really well. Hell, even without lights he looks awesome, I could see Aetherâs design without any of the elements lighting him up like a lightsaber.Â
Also, it looks pretty comfortable for traveling, boots, gloves, and heâs gonna be walking and fighting a lot so a crop top is a good choice. The pants are a bit more loose for easier movement and he doesnât wear too much armour that could restrict him. Love it.Â
Overall, I love this design so much, I wish my colour placement was that good, bruh he looks like the friggin sun I love his design so much ;-;
Lumine
Ok so, I like this dress, and I like the design. Itâs not my favourite, but Lumine is really cute and looks super dainty and doll like, but it just doesnât speak as loud as Aetherâs design. Idk I feel like itâs lacking something. I do love her hair though, itâs a super cute hairstyle and is leagues different from other generic blonde anime girls.Â
The main gripe i have with this is that i donât think a WHITE dress with a corset is a good outfit for traveling. Thereâs also just a lot of weird detail on the dress? Like thereâs this weird part in the middle of the skirt where it looks like thereâs metal? Just attached to the fabric?Â
She doesnât look like a traveler, she looks like a princess, and I guess that fits given that Aether is the one used in most promotional material, but I think this dress is more something she would wear when she joins the Abyss.Â
Lumine seems so cool and threatening as a villain, I think her outfit really reflects that, like I said, she looks like a princess and the cool whites and blues really help with that.Â
Overall.... I just donât know. I donât like it, itâs really easy to recognize but itâs just not as good as Aetherâs. Sorry LumineÂ
Mona
Ok, ok, ok, I LOVE MONA!!! Her colour scheme is so nice and not only is her design pretty, it tells you a lot about her. There are stars all over her, sheâs an astrologist, her outfit is very intricate and it suggests a cocky personality, which is pretty true.Â
The outfit looks so expensive though??? Like Mona how did you afford this? But it sells the mage vibe so well and aaaahhhh sheâs just so pretty!Â
Not a lot to say, sheâs just pretty :3
XingqiuÂ
I really like the top part and the shoes, my only gripe is the shorts. They look so out of place?? They look like workout shorts and just donât flow with how elegant the rest of the design is. I feel like adding more detail to the shorts or just sticking with the âyoung noblemen from the 1800sâ vibe and making them longer (and maybe pleated?) would seel the look a lot better. Donât get me wrong Xingqiu, you work booty shorts better than me, but booty shorts that look like âathletic gearâ from Walmart? On a young noblemen/martial arts prodigy? Yeah no, it doesnât pass the vibe check.Â
On the other hand, his shoes and shirt (and tailcoats) really sell his whole rich vibe better. I love how it sort of combines elements of Victorian London and traditional Chinese clothing, it works so well. I just wish I could come of with something as creative.Â
I see a lot of people dunking on his haircut but I like it personally, itâs very recognizable. The fact that the right is really short and flat just kind of pisses me off? Idk maybe thatâs just me.Â
Overall a very good, well thought, and creative design.Â
Chongyun
Ok, next to me loving Chongyun so much, I just- look at his design. There is so much to unpack and I love all of it.Â
It combines modern day fashion with traditional Chinese clothing and it just does it in such a natural way and looks so fucking good??? Like the hoodie over the qipao? The baggy pants and the shoes that allude to him as a martial artist? Immaculate.Â
Cryo characters all have such nice designs, Miyoho really does play favourites. Like there is not a single cyro character with a bad design, all of them are 1) recognizable and 2) very very very very prettyÂ
(Also random thought but Chongyun reminds me of a k-pop idol? Like his haircut and the drip? Idk but peak k-pop energy)
His colour scheme is on point because why wouldnât it be? You can tell that heâs sort of cold and that he definitely has ice powers, the placement is also just really smart. Chongyun has like four colours on him (gold, navy, light blue, white) and yet itâs just arranged in such a way where itâs so easy to recognize and sets him apart from all of the other blue and white characters with ice powers.Â
I remember I saw a video titled âwhy you should play Genshin Impactâ after I had finished BOTW, and I saw Chongyunâs design and being like âOh wow, he looks pretty coolâÂ
I love Chongyun so much and his design is a big contributor to that, and thatâs all I have to say.Â
Geo Daddy ZhongliÂ
BARK BARK BARK BARK GRRRRR AWOOOOOOGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAA-
Ok Zhongli is really hot. Like really, really, really, FUCKING hot. Like âhe simultaneously raised and lowered my standards for the male genderâ hot. How did he lower them? Bruh his spending habits, it makes him so endearing and cute I just- *dies*
(Zhongli I have Mora, you donât need Childe I can be your sugar mommy-)Â
Ok so let me start with his colour palette because awooga that shit is hot. Black and brown wasnât a colour palette I expected to love so much but here we are. He definitely looks like he has earth powers, and itâs so nice. I have never seen any character who have brown in their colour palette, even if they do, itâs just their hair.Â
And the fact that heâs wearing an elegant suit and yet has pauldrons? I love it so much. It speaks to him as a gentleman and a warrior, which is literally his entire personality and I love it so much.Â
Once again we have a character who combines Victorian London vibes with traditional vibes and it is amazing. Like the tassels and the dragon motifs? The long ass tailcoats that arenât practical for fighting but GOD are they hot? Yes. Yes to all of it. I just wanna tug on his lil tie and smooch him.Â
I love how they just added yellow on the inside of his tailcoats, itâs really nice and helps break up the dark colours of his outfit I love Zhongli so much he is my comfort character and everything I donât deserve :â)
#genshin impact#zhongli#zhongli genshin impact#chongyun#chongyun genshin impact#xingqiu#xingqiu genshin impact#traveler#traveler genshin impact#aether#aether genshin impac#lumine#lumine genshin impact#mona#mona genshin impact
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Twisted Attraction
Pairing: Loki Ă Reader
Summary: Y/N and Loki have been enemies for as long as anyone can remember, but when Y/Nâs parents host a special dance to find a suitor for them, they unexpectedly finds feelings for the younger Prince of Asgard
A/N: hii! so i havent posted anything in a good few months but hopefully this makes up for it? idk, but I hope you like it. also, i imagined this dress for Y/N. also, i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, so you can change the dress into a suit or jumpsuit or whatever youâd like!
Warnings: Maybe some typos, and fluffy Loki?
Word count: 2.5k
"Do you think he'll be coming to the dance tonight?" your maid asked, waiting for you to finish changing behind your folding privacy screen.Â
"Oh," you pondered for a moment, your mind trailing away for a moment to picture him.Â
The person you were thinking of was Loki, Prince of Asgard. Sometimes better known as Thor's adopted younger brother, or even the son of Laufey, the former leader of the frost giants. Although you hadn't seen him in years, his image was still engraved in your mind.Â
His pale skin. His long, black hair. His soft, blue eyes. The stupid, sly smirk he always had on his face. You hated him. Yes, hate may be a strong word, but you meant it with every fiber of your being.Â
You don't exactly remember when the rivalry started between you and Loki, but everytime you two were in the same room, it was like you were reliving a war in your minds. Always giving each other death glares, always exchanging petty insults, always bickering about something, always imagining what you would do to the other if you ever got the chance.Â
The pet names always infuriated you the most, though you couldn't tell why. Perhaps it was that he always used them in compliments? Most of them were backhanded, but still, they were compliments nonetheless.Â
"Keep your head up darling, you wouldn't want anyone thinking you're shorter than you already are, do you?"Â
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at your dainty little hands. Thank God you're a princess love, or else you wouldn't be able to do anything."Â
"Oh, what a shame. No wonder your parents haven't been able to find a suitor for you! No one wants to marry a sassy little girl with a plethora of attitudes, sweetheart."Â
"I... I don't know," you almost laughed, thinking back in all of the trivial rivalry as you stepped in front of your privacy screen. "I mean it's been years."Â
Your maid shook her head, singling that the dress you had tried on wasn't the one for you. You nodded and went back behind the screen, waiting for her to give you another dress.Â
"Maybe he forgot me." you added, just a smidge of sadness in your voice.Â
"Don't get your hopes up." your maid handed you another dress. "He won't forget you that easily."Â
You smiled and thanked her, then slipped into the dress.Â
It was pastel pink in colour. Not that you were a big fan of it, but you thought that it went well with the dress. It was form fitting, until it got to the basque waist, where it went out and flowed to the floor. It was decorated with pastel blue, yellow, and green flowers. You adored the sleeves, they weren't too big but not too tight at the same time, and they were just the perfect length. It was comfortable, gorgeous, and stunning.Â
"I love it," you announced, spinning around so your maid could see. "Thank you."Â
She had a bright smile on her face, and quickly helped you tighten the corset in the back. "You must hurry, Princess. You can't leave your could-be-suitors waiting!"Â
"Oh yes, I completely forgot." you sighed, hoping you didn't sound too rude.Â
It wasn't a lie, you did forget. You were very excited for the dance, just not the reason. Your parents organized this dance in hope of finding a suitor for you. You've tried to convince them that you don't need one, that you'd be perfectly happy being unmarried, but since your parents were quite traditional, they decided to host it anyway. Now, people (not just princes) from all over the nine realms were here, and you weren't looking forward to it. They never fulfilled your standards.Â
"Thank you," you said to your maid, smiling at her. "I'll be fine from here."Â
You scurried to put on your shoes, and headed out of the room, where you heard the faint sound of the orchestra bless your ears.Â
Taking a deep breath in to calm your nerves, you half wished Loki would be here.Â
What? Y/N, no. You're supposed to hate him, you thought. You walked gracefully to the ballroom, one hand in the railing and the other lifting the skirt of your dress just a bit so it'd be easier to walk. The orchestra played quietly, letting the people gathered here tonight mindlessly chatter away.Â
"Oh, here she is," you heard your mother say, pointing to the top of the stairs, where you were standing. You felt all eyes shift onto you as the talk faded away, but the orchestra was still playing.Â
Taking a deep breath again, you looked down the stairs and thought 'It'll be fine.'Â
And then you saw him.Â
Loki.Â
He was clad in all black; black suit, black shirt, black tie, you know it. His hair was slicked back, and just like always, he had that stupid smirk plastered on his face. The smirk you wanted so badly to wipe off his face. But at the same time, you couldn't help to have a certain attraction for the tall man.Â
You scoffed and walked stepped gracefully down the stairs. You watched as he eyed you up and down and held out his hand for you.Â
You accepted it, and watched suspiciously as he gently grazed his thumb over your knuckles, as if asking if you trust him. You just stared at him, curiously wondering what he was up to, but all he did was bring your hand up to his lips, and place a soft kiss on it.Â
"You look ravishing, darling." Loki complimented you. "I like the way your hand fits perfectly into mine."Â
"What's up with you?"Â
"Nothing!" he replied, feigning sadness. "May I have a dance?"Â
"I don't know, can I trust you? You're acting awfully nice." You teased, half meaning it.Â
Loki nodded, and led you to the center of the ballroom. You heard shifting around you, you assumed that everyone was also getting ready to dance. You just knew that your parents were watching you like hawks, no doubt wondering why you haven't gotten with Loki when you've had so many "chances''.Â
You interlocked one of your hands with Loki's, while your other one was resting his on your shoulder and his was on your shoulder blade. The ensemble started playing some waltz music, and every person started moving with their partner in sync. Mesmerizing movements filled the room, as the gents swirled around in circles with their lady partners around you and Loki.Â
You actually danced quite a while with the tall, dark haired male. But everything you two did was in silence. There was eye contact, even some sexual tension, but both of you were silent. By the third dance, you decided to break the silence. "Bloody hell. You can't dance."Â
"Oh, can't I?" He hand slid onto your waist and he tightened his grip and pulled you closer, enough to touch your nose with his. "You should've told me you wanted to put on a show."Â
"You don't have to be so rough," you whispered. The music swelled and felt as if it could deafen you. Your face was cross and your eyebrows were furrowed together, the desire to punch him square on the face growing on every step. "Your hand is supposed to stay on my shoulder blade."Â
"Same thing"Â
"Not even close."Â
"Well, I'm sorry."Â
"Please, that wouldn't even fool the dumbest baby."Â
Loki laughed through his gritted teeth, blue eyes staring right into yours. "Fine, but can you keep up with those adorable little dancing shoes?"Â
"Try me."Â
You could feel the vibrations of the orchestra's music swimming in the air, attaching strings of gold onto your wrists and carrying you through the ballroom like a graceful marionette. The other dancers began to clear, far too mesmerized by your synchronized movements to focus on their own. The crowd formed a circle and allowed you to take over.Â
Loki was light on his feet. You'll give him that.Â
"You could at least try to pretend to resent this," Loki chuckled. "Careful now. Don't stare too deep into my eyes, otherwise you might fall in love."Â
You scoffed, "You wish."Â
"You're right." He spun you around and had you tripping on your toes. He swiftly caught you in his arms before you could fall to the ground. "I wish."Â
The dance ended with everyone erupting in applause. The two of you stayed there, out of breath and staring into each other's eyes.Â
After what felt like eternity, he let you go. You politely faced him and curtsied, then excused yourself, stepping away from the crowd and making your way up the stairs. You were suddenly aware of your own frantic hearts which seemed like it was about to burst out of your chest any minute.Â
Loki's voice rang in your ear. "I wish," repeating over and over and over again, like a broken record.Â
You finally made your way to your room and went out to the balcony. You realized it had felt so suffocating in there, with hundreds of people gathered around you. You let the fresh air clear your mind, but it wasn't working today.Â
His voice kept ringing and something, somewhere, deep inside of you told you that you felt the same. But why? You were supposed to be enemies, you were supposed to hate each other, but it was the opposite now.Â
The same thing that told you it was attraction, also told you that it made sense. The pet names, the charming looks, the mysterious personality, it attracted you.Â
"I- I have feelings for him, don't I?" you whispered to yourself, almost out of pity. "I could've chosen anyone in that room, but no. My pathetic heart chose him. Him, of all people!"Â
You faintly laughed, resting your forearms on the railing of the balcony, your head hung low and your eyes were shut. "God, this is laughable."Â
"May I ask what's laughable, princess?" a familiar voice startled you.Â
You spun around and supported your weight by having your hands on the railing behind you, as you looked up to the tall prince. "Nothing," you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Why are you here?"Â
"I wanted to see if you're alright." Loki replied after hesitating. "And to apologize, I feel like I made you uncomfortable."Â
You tilted your head to the side, and simply stared at the man. "Why are you so polite?"Â
"..."Â
Loki stayed quiet and stood beside you. Both if you were looking up at the beautiful night sky, at the complex constellations, and the bright full moon.Â
"Is it true what you said?" you decided to break the silence for the second time.Â
Loki simply looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed.Â
"When you said 'I wish,'" you added, looking up at the man beside you. "Did you mean it?"Â
"Well..." he sighed, looking down, then back at you. "Yes. I just never knew how to tell you until now."Â
"Really?"Â
"With all my heart."Â
You two simply looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Your head was swarmed with thoughts like 'âOh my god, he just confessed'Â and 'What do I do? Do I confess as well?'Â and 'Y/N, you're so stupid, just kiss him already!'Â
It all felt like a fever dream. You were just standing there, in complete shock. Your enemy since who knows when just confessed his love for you, you felt the same way back but you just couldn't open your mouth to speak to save your life.Â
"May I have another dance?" Loki held out his hand.Â
You nodded, accepting it. His left hand held your right fingers intertwining. His other, however, wasn't at your shoulder blade like they were supposed to be while waltzing. Instead he let his hand rest on your waist, pulling you in close, but not enough to make our noses touch like in the ballroom. That stupid smirk returned to his face, but this time you didn't feel like punching it off if his face like you usually did. Gradually, Loki started leading the slow waltz as you followed along, looking down at your feet and avoiding eye contact.Â
"Do you feel the same?" He asked. You could've swore you heard a tinge of hopefulness is his voice.Â
"Yes, actually," you replied, finally making eye contact but looking back down again. "I didn't realize it until tonight."Â
"That makes the two of us." He chuckled.Â
The cold breeze of the dark sky made faint goosebumps on your skin. You barely shivered, but Loki pulled you in a bit closer like he was using his body as a shield to protect yours.Â
You slowly started humming a tune to steady your rhythm a bit, and Loki joined in, knowing exactly which piece you were humming. You smiled and let your head rest on his chest, the tiredness of the night finally getting to you.Â
"Tired already, angel? It's not even midnight yet."Â
"Oh, will you ever shut it? We were having a nice moment for once, if you couldn't tell" Both of you went into a hushed fit of laughter.Â
Loki felt like nothing else mattered but you at the moment. He studied your face, memorizing every detail, as if this was the last time he'd ever see you again. The way your eyes would crinkle at the corners, the way your nose you scrunch up when you laughed, the way your lips always looked so kissable. He admired you, the way you always had snarky comebacks to his comments, the way you would scoff whenever he annoyed you, the way you would always seem so nonchalant which always kept him wanting more.Â
In short, to Loki you were his whole world, even if he only realized it that very same evening.Â
Loki took the hand that was entangled with yours and cupped your face, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek. He pulled you closer by your waist, making you look up at him. Your free hand hinges around Loki's neck, playing with the ends of his hair.Â
He slowly pulled you in, but stopped just before his lips met yours. You could feel his breath fanning over them. You could smell his cologne; you could get intoxicated off of it, you didn't know it was like a drug for you until now. You saw that Loki's eyes were half closed, they were staring at your lips, almost like he was unsure of what he was doing.Â
You pushed your boy onto his, your lips colliding, and you gently tugged on his hair, while he cupped your face lovingly. You could stay like this for eternity, but you ran out of breath and pulled back. The two of you were quietly gasping for air, your foreheads resting against each other.Â
"I care for you Y/N," he murmured, barely loud enough for you to hear. No one else was there, but he wanted you, and only you, to hear it. "deeply."Â
"If that was your way to say 'I love you' Loki, I love you too."
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the sins of the father
pairing:Â prince!bucky barnes x pirate!reader
word count:Â 10,095
summary: You were nothing more than the Siren, the She-Demon of the Seas. At least, thatâs what you thought.
warnings: POORLY WRITTEN SMUT PLEASE FORGIVE ME IDK WHAT IâM DOING. AND BAD WORDS.
a/n:  So like. Iâm real nervous about this one. Let me know what you think.
âCaptain! Captain!â
Waves crashed up against the side of the ship, dark clouds covering the sky. There was the promise of a storm on the wind, though it wouldnât come for a few days, you were sure.
âItâs a perfect day for sailing, donât you think?â You asked as you leaned against the railing of the ship, taking your spyglass away from your eye.
The footsteps that had been hurrying to you stopped a few feet away. âCaptain, thereâs a ship on the horizon.  Royal Navy.â  From the voice, you could tell it was Peter. Sweet, sweet Peter.
âOh, really?â You said as you stared out towards the white caps. âAnd which Royal Navy is it?â
âIthair.â
Now thatâŠÂ That piqued your interest. âIthair, you say?â
The large kingdom was one of the most powerful in the world currently. Their Navy was tough.  It was up there alongside Sonia.
But not as tough as your men.
âTheyâre coming up on the port side,â Peter says, his feet nervously shuffling as he stands before you.
âThank you, Peter,â you said as you fixed your jacket. You knew he was waiting for orders, but you made him wait just an extra minute or two. âTell the men to get ready.  Weâre taking this one.â
Your men were always thrown into a dither anytime you gave the order to get ready for an attack. The excitement in the air was palpable.  From your spot on the stern, you could see the men on the other ship rushing around just as hurriedly, clearly worried by the sight of your flag flying high in the sky.
You were the most feared pirate in the seven seas. And for good reason, too.  You took what you wanted with no apologies. You were ruthless.
That wasnât to say you were without honor, though. You had rules.
No women. No children. If a man surrenders, allow him his life. Heâs already lost his dignity.
But the Royal Navy, wellâŠÂ They didnât allow women or children on board, and they didnât tend to surrender. They were stubborn like that.
âGet ready, men,â you shouted above the rabble as you unsheathed your jewel encrusted cutlass. Your left hand touched the handle of your dagger that your kept strapped to your thigh, ensuring that it was there.
Youâd never lost a fight before and you werenât planning on it now.
As the fight began, you stood above it all, peering down at them like a merciless god.
Your men invaded their ship with ease, taking down any of those who would dare stand against them. Navy men were relatively easy to take down.  They got big egos from wearing a uniform, as though wearing a blue coat with some fancy buttons made them better than anyone else.
You walked along the edge of the stern, frowning as your eyes caught on something rather peculiar.
A man not in a Navy uniform. Interesting.
âPeter,â you called out to the young man, who had just finished off a man on the deck below.
He climbed up the stairs quickly, wiping the blood on his cutlass off on his breeches. âYes, Captain?â
âWho is that man?â You asked, pointing towards the dark-haired man youâd spotted.
Peter had spent many years at the Ithairian court before his parents and uncle died in a fire. His Aunt May hadnât been able to keep up with the running of the family estate, and the king had cast them out, making them peasants. The young man had joined your crew soon after and sent all the money he made from you and your crewâs raids back to May.
He squinted as he looked at the man, before realization bloomed in his eyes. âThatâs Crown Prince James.â
âOh, really?â You said as you eyed the man, lazily twirling the jeweled cutlass in your hand. âAnd tell me, Peter⊠ How much do you think the King and Queen of Ithair would pay to get their precious son back?â
It didnât take much to get the Navy ship to surrender.
Once they realized you were holding their precious prince captive, they became rather docile, actually.
Youâd had Peter lure him over to your ship, playing as though he hadnât a clue what he was doing, a poor clueless orphan that had been kidnapped by pirates and held aboard the infamous Medusaâs Revenge.Â
The princeâs heart was too pure for his own good.
Once he was close enough, youâd snuck up behind, forcing him to his knees with a swift kick. Both ships had gone silent once they realized you were holding a blade to his throat while Peter tied his hands.
âYou tricked me,â Prince James spat at Peter, his face twisted in a scowl.
âI was simply following the Captainâs orders,â he said, which brought his attention to you.
You kept your sword to his throat, teasing the soft, smooth skin there with the dull side of the blade. âRETURN TO YOUR KING,â you shouted to the Captain of the Navy ship, a man by the name of James Rhodes that was glaring daggers at you. You deepened your voice in a way that you had rehearsed over and over.  âAND TELL HIM THAT HE MAY HAVE HIS PRECIOUS HEIR BACK ONCE I RECEIVE PAYMENT.â
âThis is outrageous!â Rhodes shouted back at you. His blue Navy coat and white shirt was splattered in blood. âYou canât make demands of the King!â
âOh, really?â You said, a sadistic grin tugging at your lips. âIf you wonât tell him of my demand, then you can tell him why his only heirâs blood is spilled all over my deck and why his body was tossed to the waves.â
He kept his dark eyes narrowed on you, as though he was expecting you to back down.
You narrowed yours in return, the playful teasing disappearing as you snarled, âTry me, Captain.â
The air was heavy as the others waited for his response. Finally, he gritted his teeth and asked, âHow much?â
âÂŁ50,000.â
Rhodes choked on air as he stared at you in disbelief. âYou canât be serious.â
âOh, but I am,â you said as you bent low, your cheek pressed to the princeâs, who squirmed. âIâll be at the Rimora port in a month.  Some of my men will meet you there to collect the money before we release the prince to you. Come alone, or youâll be getting a head.â
The man had no choice but to agree. He nodded stiffly, before ordering his remaining men back to the Navy vessel.
They couldnât win the battle even before you captured the prince.
You waited until the Navy ship was sailing back to Ithair to remove your cutlass from Prince Jamesâs throat. âPlease accept my most sincere apology, Your Highness,â you said with only a tinge of sarcasm, sheathing your sword. âI didnât have to fight in this battle, so at least I didnât drip blood all over your fine silk shirt.â
âHow kind of you,â he said, fixing his startling blue eyes on you.
âI donât believe weâve officially met,â you said as you took off your hat with a flourish, curtsying. You had piled your hair atop your head to tuck under the cap and flattened your chest with a specially made corset. From a distance, you appeared to be a man.  Up close, your gender was more obvious, but you could still pass as a rather feminine man. You gave him your name, before quickly adding, âIâm the Captain of this fine vessel.â
Prince Jamesâs eyes widened as he stared at you. âYouâre the Siren,â he whispered.  âYouâre her.â
Raising your eyebrows, you glanced over at your first mate, Sam, who shrugged. âThe Siren?â You said, turning back to the prince.  âWhat kind of fucking name is that?â
âThe Siren,â he said, as though it were obvious. âThe She-Pirate.  The She-Demon of the Seas.  You lure men to their deaths with a bat of your eyelashes.â
âShe-Demon?â You repeated, pursing your lower lip. Facing Sam, you fake pouted.  âIâm not that bad, am I?â
âYou and I both know youâre much worse, Captain.â
You couldnât stop the sly smile from creeping up on your face, though your heart twisted. âI do quite like that name though. The Siren.  Itâs fitting, donât you think?â  You placed your hat back on your head, already walking away from your new prisoner. âTie him to the mast,â you called back.  âIâll decide what to do with him later.â
Later turned out to be three days.
Prince James stayed tied to the mast, refusing to talk to anyone. When you would approach to speak to him, heâd simply pretend you werenât there, looking out at the waves. The only person he would even slightly acknowledge was Peter, and thatâs because youâd send him to the prince three times a day with food and water.
It was also kind of hard to ignore the boy, with how much he talked.
âAre you always this rude to hosts, Your Highness?â You asked at one point on the second day.
Though he didnât look at you, his jaw had clenched so tightly that you were sure his teeth would shatter.
âSome prince you are,â you said mockingly, curtsying before returning to your perch at the wheel.
But then the storm you had predicted the day youâd first captured him arrived.
It was the worst one youâd seen in months, sheets of rain coming down hard. Waves crashed into the bow of the ship as you steered into them.  Luckily you had a pretty heavy cargo underneath, making it harder for the wind to knock you over and youâd managed to get the sails secured in time, which made your job a whole lot easier.
You were no stranger to surviving storms.
Your heart jumped in your throat as you realized that the prince was still tied to the mast, soaking wet and unable to move. âFuck,â you swore as you searched for a crew member who wasnât doing their best to keep water off the deck.  âPETER!â
The boy looked up from where heâd been using a bucket to toss some of the collected water overboard.
âUNTIE HIM!â
He knew who you were talking about immediately, running to the main mast and untying the prince.
Your hair stuck to your skin, salt water stinging your eyes as you shouted, âGET HIM BELOW DECK!â
You didnât see the prince again until hours later, when the storm had died down. You and your men were utterly exhausted.  Youâd been at the helm the entire duration of the storm, and your arms were aching, despite your years of experience.
Sam had offered to take over for you, allowing you the rest you so desperately needed.
You dragged yourself to your quarters, ready to change into a set of dry clothes and collapse into bed.
But when you entered your office, you were surprised to find Prince James on the chaise lounge that youâd acquired on one of your raids. He was half asleep, his arm hanging off the side.
You cleared your throat, frowning when he didnât stir. You did it again, a little louder.
Nothing.
Fed up, you shoved his leg, glaring down at him as he jerked awake. âWhat the hell are you doing in my office, Your Highness?â  You spat his name out at him like it was an insult.
âThis is where Peter told me to stay until after the storm was done,â he said, glaring right back.
âDid you lay all over my nice chaise in your soaking wet clothes? Or did you at least wait until you were dry?â You asked, rolling your eyes.
Prince James scoffed. âOf course, I did.  Iâm not a heathen, unlike someone.â
âIâm so sorry, Your Highness,â you said, mocking him with an over-exaggerated bow. âWhat ever can I do to make your stay more pleasurable?â
âAre you always like this?â He asked as he watched you move around the office.
Stripping off your overcoat, you tossed it on the chair. âLike what?â
âOverly sardonic?â
Your white shirt was sticking to your skin and your corset underneath. God, you wanted nothing more to get out of the restricting piece of clothing. Youâd been in it for hours, since before the storm began, but you couldnât do that with him there. You had to wait until you were really ready to retire to your bedroom for the night.
âAreâŠâ Prince James paused, his brows furrowing. âAre you wearing a corset?â
âAnd here I thought you were unobservant,â you said as you grabbed the journal you kept from the center drawer.
âWhy?â
âWhy what?â
âWhy do you wear a corset?â
Sighing, you dabbed your feather ink pen on the tip of your tongue before dipping it in the ink pot. Truthfully, you could wait to do your journal entry until the morningâyouâd actually been planning to, since you were so exhaustedâbut for some reason, you just kept stalling. You could simply go to your room and lock the door, avoiding the princeâs company and his subsequent questions, but you didnât.  âIf we run into new ships, itâs better for them to think me a man, so I had a few corsets specially made,â you said softly, biting your lip as you scribbled down details of the storm. Youâd take inventory of what all had been damaged in the morning.
âWhy?â
Huffing, you snapped, âMaybe your parents wonât pay the ransom just so they can get away from your endless questions.â
âTheyâre not nearly as interesting.â
Startled, your eyes flickered up to meet his, your cheeks hot. You quickly turned your gaze back to the journal, shaking your head. âRoyalty rarely is these days.â
âSo?â He prodded. âThe corset?â
You shrugged nonchalantly, signing off on the journal entry. âMen donât respect women.  I donât want them to underestimate me just because I was born with a pair of tits and a cunt.â You slapped the journal shut, shoving it back in the drawer.  âBesides, women are considered bad luck on ships.  It took my crew a while to stop believing in the superstition and accept me as their Captain.â
âThat superstition only came about because people believe sailors will get distracted from their duties by a womanâs beauty,â Prince James said, watching you curiously. In his exhausted state, he seemed to forget his filter as he added, âThough I canât imagine how anyone can not be distracted by you.â
âWho wouldnât get distracted by the She-Demon of the Seas?â You bit back, a sarcastic smile on your lips. Before he could respond, you headed for the door that stood behind your desk, leading to your bedroom.  âYou may sleep there until one of the bunks opens up. Or your parents pay your ransom.â  Standing in the doorway, you turned back to look at him.  The light coming in from the setting sun cast a glow upon his face. He looked like an angel straight out of a stained glass window in a cathedral.
You shut the door, a soft, âGoodnight, Captain,â coming from the other side of wood as you flipped the lock.
Prince James stayed on your chaise for two weeks, and it didnât seem like he would be leaving anytime soon. All the other bunks on the ship were taken, filled with your crew.
And you werenât so cruel to force him to go back to sleeping outside, tied to the mast.
Even though sometimes he was so annoying that you seriously considered it.
Youâd stopped by a small port town and while none of your men had abandoned ship and opened up a bunk for him, you did grab him a few sets of clothing, a few pillows, and an extra blanket.
Thankfully, he didnât make any comments on how they werenât up to his royal standards, because otherwise you probably wouldâve fed him to the sharks.
Then again, he hadnât made any comments like that after the first few days. In fact, heâd been rather⊠sweet.  His demeanor had swiftly changed after youâd allowed him to be untied from the mast. It wasnât like he could go anywhere, after all.
Other than the depths of the sea, and you didnât think he loathed your company enough to drown himself.
Maybe.
âYou like him,â Sam said as he passed you a mug of mead, the liquid frothing over the side.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you said as you took a long swig, glancing around the deck. It was a calm night at sea, there was no sign of ships on the horizon.
It was a good night to let loose and live a little. Usually, youâd allow the men their drink but wouldnât partake in it. Youâd retire to your quarters before they got too rowdy, though you always heard the music they played late into the night.
James had started joining them a few nights after the storm, when you stopped tying him up.
Some nights, he came to your quarters so late that you were already in your bedroom, though you never could sleep before you were sure that he was on the chaise for the night. Youâd lie awake in bed, your corset off, and listen for the tell-tale opening and closing of the door.
Most nights, though, youâd still be sitting at your desk. Whether you were flipping through papers and maps, writing in your journal, or reading from your massive collection of books, it didnât matter. Heâd sit with you and talk.  Whether it was for a few minutes or sometimes hours, youâd talk and talk, and you would laugh.
And sometimes, you even felt like a woman. The way his eyes would sparkle in the dim light of the candles sometimes made you think he saw you as more than a captain of a pirate ship.
But that was impossible. Because he was a prince, the heir to one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world, and you were nothing but a She-Demon.
âDonât play coy,â Sam said as he nudged your shoulder. He wasnât blind to the way you were watching James joke around with your crew. He was laughing at some joke that Scott made, his head throne back.
âIâm not,â you said sternly. Suddenly, the mead in your cup seemed even less appealing than poison. You handed it to Sam as you stood, brushing off your breeches.  âIâm going to turn in. Goodnight.â
Your first mate called after you, though you didnât turn around. You needed to get away.  You needed to get away from Sam and James and the rest of the crew and maybe, just maybe, youâd be able to get away from the feelings that had been blooming in your chest the last two weeks.
You were so stupid. James would never like you, never want you the way you wanted him. You were so stupid for trying to twist your hair into the latest fashions or buying skirts to wear around the ship. You were wearing one now, the loose fabric ending at your shins.  Even though it wasnât nearly as formal as the skirts most ladies woreâespecially the ladies at court that James was most used toâit was still a skirt. Even Peter had made a comment that was also sort of a compliment.
But it didnât matter. It was impractical for a Captain of a pirate ship, and you were stupid for it.
He wouldnât ever see you as you wanted him to.
Your quarters felt so empty without James there. There were little signs of him all over the room.  The two pillows on the chaise, the fur blankets that rested half on, half off. The little stack of his clothing that youâd bought for him.  Heâd been reading one of your books lately and had left it on the small table by the chaise, a hair ribbon that youâd given him tucked between the pages as a bookmark. It was a new one, Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, that youâd picked up the same stop youâd gotten his things at.
God, your desk was a mess. Maybe thatâs what you could do, you could organize your papers instead of thinking about the way your heart skipped a beat every time you saw the dark-haired prince.
âCaptain?â
Speak of the devil.
You turned to see James standing there in the doorway, his fair features illuminated by the candle light. The white shirt he donned was left open, revealing dark hair splattered across his chest.  Clearing your throat, you turned your eyes back to the papers on your desk. Your hands were shaking as you tried to organize them, doing your best to ignore how your heart pounded.  âShouldnât you be drinking with the men and making merry?â
âI have their company every night, they can do without me for a while,â he said, chuckling a little. But when you didnât laugh with him, he grew quiet.  âCaptain?â
âYes, Your Highness?â
âDonât do that,â he said, taking slow, measured steps towards you.
âDonât do what?â
He stopped by the edge of your desk, his fingers trailing along the dark wood. âDonât shut me out.  Please.â
Your conversation with Sam from earlier rang loud and clear in your mind. âIâm not shutting you out, Your Highness,â you said sternly, avoiding his gaze as you shuffled through the papers. âDo you wish to get ready for bed?  If you do, I can be out of your way in just a moment.â
âNo.â
The silence between you was tense as you finally looked up at him. âWhat do you want, Your Highness?â  You asked, hoping he didnât notice the way your voice wavered.
âYou.â
A stunned silence filled the room, your mind going completely blank.
âSurely you canât be serious,â you said finally as you finally looked up at him, your brows furrowed and your lips twisted in a frown.
âI am.â His blue eyes still shone as bright as the moon reflecting off the sea in the dim light. He whispered your name as he came closer.  âPleaseâŠâ
Shaking your head, you grabbed the papers and turned to shove them in a random drawer, your heart beating against your rib cage like a drum. You were terrified that if he were to look you in the eyes, heâd be able to see the things you felt for him.  Youâd be done for.  A laughing stock. Forget being the Siren, the She-Pirate, the She-Demon of the Seas, youâd just be another woman whose name wouldnât be uttered without being attached to a manâs. The history books would simply remember you as a princeâs pirate whore, an anecdote before moving onto the story of whatever princess heâd end up marrying.
You jumped in surprise as he came up behind you, his chest pressed to your back. âYour Highnessââ
âPlease,â he said, his breath hot against your ear. âDonât run from me.â  His hands gently covered yours where they rested desk, his fingertips trailing ever so gently from your wrists up to your shoulder. âYou are so beautiful,â he murmured.  He spoke your name like a prayer, like it was the one thing that might grant him the grace of whatever god was looking down upon the two of you.
You werenât sure you were breathing. Your heart had jumped into your throat and taken residence there and oh, his touch felt like fire on your skin.
âSay my name?â He pressed a kiss to your hair, his right hand toying with the loose sleeve of your shirt. âPlease.â
He didnât order you the way a prince would, the way he wouldâve when he was first brought onto your ship. No.  He asked. And more than that, he asked kindly. He asked as though it would sincerely bring him joy to hear his name falling from your lips.
âJames,â you said, your lips curling around the unfamiliar letters as you said his name for the first time.
He let out a content sigh as your loose sleeve fell, exposing soft skin. âAgain,â he said as his head dropped to press sweet, almost innocent kisses to your shoulder. His left hand moved to your hip as his lips traced the freckles he found.
âJames, please.â Your eyes fluttered shut as your head lolled to the side, granting him access to the smooth expanse of your neck.
âPlease, what?â
âPlease touch me.â
A growl reverberated in his throat as his hand slowly bunched up your damned skirts, exposing your bare thighs to the cool air, his calloused fingers tickling your soft skin. You could feel a smirk against your neck as he found you bare underneath.  âOh, darling,â he murmured.
âJ-James,â you stammered, your knuckles white as you gripped the desk.
âYes, love?â He asked, one finger daring to tease your folds. âFuck, youâre already so wet.  Is that for me?  Huh?  Is that for me?â
âYes. Yes.  All for you.â Your breath was already so labored as you felt your knees go weak.
He reached down, and with one swoop, scooped you up into his arms. âNot here,â he said when you looked at him in surprise.  âThere will be time to take you on your desk later, Captain, but not now.â He kicked the door that led to your private chambers open, his mouth finding yours as he carried you inside. Moonlight filtered in through the portholes that lined the wall, illuminating the small room.  He laid you down on your unmade bed as though you were made of porcelain, his hand cradling your head as he laid it on the pillow.
Youâd never been treated so gently, touched as though you might break.
You were not a delicate woman, after all. You were made of the harshest storms, the highest waves, of salt and brine. You held your own when it came to battle.  Your crew, your men, loved and respected you. You fought for that.
But fuck, if being treated so softly didnât bring tears to your eyes.
James stood before you as you leaned on your elbows, watching as he stripped off his loose white shirt, revealing miles of tanned skin and that smattering of dark curls on his chest that had teasing you just a few minutes before.
You breathed out his name as he kicked off his boots, his eyes never leaving your face.
He stood before you in just his breeches, breathing heavily as he looked at you. âIâm going to take my time with you,â he said as he kneeled on the edge of the bed, crawling towards you.
âOh?â You said as you swallowed around the lump in your throat. You were still trying to process how he could look at you like you were the most precious gem in the world.
James unlaced your boots, letting them fall off the bed. âIâm going to spend all night worshiping you,â he said as he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your ankle.  The beard that heâd grown while on your ship tickled your skin as he trailed his lips up your calf. âMy darling girl.  My sweet angel.â
Your skin felt like it was on fire as he kissed up your leg, getting closer and closer to the place you so desperately needed.
He stopped at your knee. âMay I?â He asked as he tugged on your linen skirt, his eyes smoldering in the dim light. He waited until after you nodded to strip you down, leaving you bare on the bed.  When you moved to cover yourself, face hot from the heat of his gaze, he stopped you, grabbing your wrists and holding them back. âDonât hide yourself from me, my darling.â
With a surge of urgency, you pushed yourself up, your lips crashing into his.
James melted into you, his hand moving to cradle your head as he kissed you. His free hand cupped your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
It took you a moment to realize that the whimpering was coming from you.
He broke away to kiss along your jaw, down your neck, to the valley of your breasts. âFuck,â he said as he swirled his tongue around the nipple that wasnât being teased by his fingers. He nipped at it lightly before moving to the other, not stopping until both were hard.
You were even more shocked when he licked a stripe down the center of your stomach, stopping when he reached the patch of curls between your legs. âWh-What are you doing?â You asked, propping yourself up against the pillows.
âHas no one ever touched you like this?â He asked, blue eyes meeting yours. When you shook your head, cheeks flushed, he frowned.  âWhenâs⊠ Whenâs the last time you were touched at all?â
Shrugging, you tried to close your legs, but he kept them parted. âA while,â you murmured, trying to hide how embarrassed you were.
In truth, it had been more than a year. And it hadnât exactly been good.  Just a one night tryst in a little port town with a man who thought he was better than he actually was.
None of your experiences with men had made you too eager to go out and try to find your pleasure. They all seemed so⊠selfish.
âMen donât really like women that are more powerful than them,â you said, avoiding his gaze.
His index finger hooked under your chin, and he tilted your head up so your eyes met his. âIâve never desired someone more than I do you,â he breathed.  His nose nudged yours before stealing another soft kiss. Before you could stop to think, he was back down between your legs, nosing at your curls.  His hot breath tickled your most private area before his tongue swiped through your folds.
You jerked in surprise, eyes blown wide. âJames!â
âShh,â he said as he coaxed you back down. Using two fingers, he revealed yourself to him. âYouâre so prettyâŠâ  Using a flat tongue, he lapped at the wetness he found, eyes closing.
Your fingers tangled in his hair as you sat up on one elbow, determined to watch him. Youâd never had a man⊠taste you like he was. âO-OhâŠâ
There was a slight sting as he sunk one finger into your heat, carefully curling it. It had been much too long since youâd been touched.
It had been a long time since youâd lost your virtue, but you certainly felt like a virgin again.
âIâve gotta get you opened up for me,â he said before finding your tiny bundle of nerves and sucking hard.
You saw stars as your jerked in his grip, feeling yourself growing closer and closer to something but not quite knowing what. Wonton moans dripped from your lips as you crept along the edge. You werenât sure what you needed other than James.
âThatâs it, darling,â he said, slipping another finger in and carefully scissoring you open. âThatâs it.  Youâre doing so perfect for me.â
His tender words, mixed with the feeling of his thick fingers inside you and his tongue and how long it had been sent you over the precipice.
Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, watching with hooded eyes as James slowly withdrew his fingers. The wet digits sparkled in the light as he brought them to his mouth, sucking them off with a moan.
As he pushed his breeches down, you were suddenly hyper aware of just why he needed to prepare you so thoroughly.
He was thick. Long, sure, but it was the girth of him that made you pause. Youâd had men before, but none of them quite as gifted.
âIsâŠÂ Is that going to fit?â You asked, swallowing around the lump that had jumped in your throat.
âYes,â he said as he crawled between your legs, dropping open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of your stomach. âDonât worry, my dear.  Iâll go slow.â
You drew him into a kiss, sloppy and deep and hoping it would convey the words that you were too afraid to say.
His cock teased the slick folds of your cunt before carefully sinking in inch by inch.
âJames,â you moaned as you clutched onto him, your nails digging into the taut muscles of his back. The stretch you felt around his cock was painful, but pleasant.
Yeah, it had definitely been too long.
âThatâs it, darling, relax,â he said, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. âIâve got you.  Iâve got you.â
You bit your bottom lip so harshly you could taste iron. Your breath mingled with his as he sank in to the hilt, his nose nudging yours. You were almost kissing.  But instead, he teased you, keeping his rose petal lips just out of reach.
He rested there for a moment, the both of you adjusting. The waves crashed up against the side of the ship, providing a rather pleasant underscoring to the labored breaths that filled the air.
When you were finally ready, you experimentally rolled your hips up against his, causing his icy blue eyes to pop open.
âDamn it, youâre so fuckinâ tight,â he moaned as he carefully pulled out before pushing all the way back in. He kept his thrusts slow and deep, relishing in the feeling of you squeezing around him.  âYou were made for me, werenât you, darling?â
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him close as your fingers threaded into his hair. âDonât tease me,â you said, pulling him into a kiss.
âAs you wish,â he said, picking up the pace.
His deep, raspy moans mixed with yours, creating an unheard symphony as the two of you collided. Bass and soprano.  Man and woman.  Lover and lover.
There was no doubt in your mind that your crew knew what was happening behind closed doors, but you couldnât bring yourself to care as he rocked into you. Their raucous laughter was nothing but static in the back of your mind.
You felt like you were on fire. Every part of you was alight.
You couldnât be sure how long you spent underneath him. Time was completely lost between sweet kisses and soft murmurs, things he whispered to you but couldnât quite make out. Sometimes you would catch a glimpse of the moon through one of the portholes as it rose higher and higher in the clear night sky.
You saw stars as he pushed you over the edge yet again, leaving you gasping his name.
You clenched around him and James groaned, his nails digging into the soft skin of your back. âIâm gonna⊠ Iâm gonnaââ  He broke off as he pulled out of you just in time for thick, creamy white ribbons to decorate your stomach and thighs. He stayed bent over you, his forehead resting against yours, as he fought to catch his breath.
A giggle escaped your lips, your chest heaving as you stole a kiss.
Even after what youâd just done, it still made you nervous. It was so⊠intimate.
A slow smile tugged at his face as he returned the affection. âI love you, my angel,â he whispered into the soft skin of your neck.
Three little words. All it took was three little words to jolt your system.
You pushed him off of you, your heart pounding as you grabbed the closest shirt you could find, throwing it on. It was definitely his, judging by how it hung off of you.  âDonât mock me,â you snapped, glaring at him.
This was all a mistake. He had seen it in your face, how you felt about him. You had become what you always feared you would be, just a silly girl who wouldnât be anything more than a princeâs pirate whore.
His blue eyes were wide with surprise as he watched you. âWhat in Heavenâs name are you going on about?â He asked, trying to step towards you. He was still completely bare, and it took everything in you not to give in and go to him.
But you wouldnât be made a fool.
âYou got what you wanted,â you said, a snarl on your lips. âGo.  Leave me be.  You may tell all the men of the court that you bedded the She-Demon of the Seas. You donât have to dig the knife in anymore.â
He narrowed his eyes, grabbing his breeches. âIs that what you think of me?â  He let out a harsh laugh that was more of a cry than anything. âDo you truly think me so horrid that I would bed you for the sheer novelty of it?â
âMen are all the same.â You threw one of his boots at him, feeling very much like a feral cat backed into a corner. âYou say all the things you know I want to hear just so you can get between my legs.â
You were lashing out. You knew.  You werenât stupid.
But you couldnât allow yourself to be so⊠hysterical. You would lose the respect of your men, your crew, if they knew that you were throwing a fit.
You willed yourself to go flat, your eyes cold and your lips pressed into a thin line. You would be composed, collected.  âGet out of my room,â you bit out.
James stood there, looking a little lost. He held his breeches to his chest like an anchor. âWhat?â
âGet out of my room,â you repeated. âBefore I have one of my men throw you out.â
You wouldnât let any of them see you so naked, but he didnât need to know that. As far as he knew, you were willing to let every single crew member see you naked if it meant he would be out.
He swallowed, leaving the room with a stiff nod. âFine.âÂ
The door shut behind him, and you quickly brought your hand to your mouth. Your teeth clamped around your fingers as you tried to muffle the sob that tore from your throat.
You couldnât do this. You couldnât be so weak.
This is what you got for letting him in, for letting him see you.
You quickly dressed, wiping away the dried remnants of him left on your body. You pulled on your breeches, making a mental note to toss those stupid fucking skirts overboard the first chance you got.
Taking a glance in the mirror, you wiped at your eyes. Thankfully, they werenât too puffy.
You could cry later.
You came out of your room, appearing very much unbothered.
James had redressed, though he had a new shirt since his old one was in the corner of your room. He stepped forward, his lips moving as though to speak your name.
Before he could make a sound, you were crossing the room, opening the door. You were greeted with the lively sounds of music and laughter from the men still enjoying their night. âSam,â you called out, catching your First Mateâs attention.
âCaptain!â He said with a joyous laugh, waggling his eyebrows. âI didnât expect to see you out of your quarters again tonight!â
âGather the money needed for a horse,â you said, your tone causing the smile to drop from his face. âWe will dock in Marolan in two days.  We will give His Highness a horse to get back to his people.â
âWhat?â Sam said, his brown eyes wide. âWhy?  What aboutâŠâ  He trailed off, thinking better about what he was going to say. âWhat about the ransom money?â
You breezed past him, heading for the stern. You had a feeling you wouldnât be getting any sleep tonight, and it would be better to be at the helm and let the salty sea air calm you than toss and turn in your bed for hours. âThere are easier ways to get that kind of money than dealing with a prince.â
James called your name, having followed you out of your quarters. âDonât do this,â he said.
The rest of the crew went quiet, having noticed that something was going down. The music that had rung through the air dissipated.
âIâm not doing anything, Your Highness,â you said as you took your place at the helm. There was an ache between your thighs that you prayed would go away quickly.
It wouldnât do to think of him anytime you so much as took a single step.
âYOU ARE CASTING ME OUT BECAUSE YOU ARE TERRIFIED OF YOUR OWN FEELINGS!â
Waves crashed against the side of the ship, the only sound amidst the deafening silence.
James was pissed. Perhaps even more so than he had been the first day youâd captured him. His hands were fisted at his sides as he started to climb the steps that led up to the stern. âI love you.  And Iâm willing to bet all of Ithair that you love me, too.â
âYou feel the triumph of a false conquest,â you hissed, standing your ground. âYou think me to be a creature you have tamed.â
âI think nothing of the sort,â he said, holding onto the rails. The wind whipped his long, dark locks around his face.  âYou have me mind, body, and soul, my angel, my darling, my love. PleaseâŠâ
Your heart was racing. There was a war inside of yourself. You wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and allow him to hold you, to comfort you. But your head was telling you that this was nothing more than a dirty trick.
The men were watching unabashedly as he came closer. His hand reached for yours, but you snatched it out of his grasp. âI will give you everything,â he said, blue eyes searching yours desperately. âI will give you a throne, a kingdom⊠me.â
âA She-Demon cannot sit upon a throne,â you spat, taking a step back. âYou will marry some princess, someone raised for that life.â
James shook his head, grabbing your hand despite your protests. âI donât care about some old rule.  I donât want a princess. I want you. I will speak with my father, andââ
Smack.
The slap resounded throughout the air. The prince looked at you in shock, his hand reaching up to hold his cheek.
âDo not touch me,â you said, gritting your teeth. âAnd itâs your fatherâs fault that Iâm a pirate in the first place. He is the reason for me becoming the She-Demon you hear tavern tales about.â
âWhat?â He asked, still holding his reddening cheek.
You felt a little bad about slapping him, but youâd made it clear that you didnât want him touching you and then he did.
âYour father allowed his soldiers to destroy my village,â you said, fury boiling in your veins. âI was fifteen when they came, ransacking our homes, killing our men, kidnapping our women and children. We had nothing to do with his war with our king, but he didnât care.â  Blood trickled from your hands, where your nails had dug so deep into your palms that theyâd cut through the tender skin. âMore than one of your soldiers attempted to carry me off.  I was lucky to make it out alive.â
James had gone silent by now, shock and sorrow written across his face plain as day.
âOne of your men chased me all the way to the docks. The only reason I survived was because I made it onto a pirate ship that had docked there.â Most of your men knew your story.  You hadnât tried to hide it, though it wasnât something that was openly discussed. âThe Captain found me and took me under his wing,â you said.  âHe gave me this ship, but your father is the reason why Iâm the She-Demon you speak of.â
âI didnât know,â he said softly, swallowing down the lump that had lodged in his throat. âI swear to you, my angel, I didnât know.â  He reached out for you again, but thought better of it. âI was only eighteen when the war happened.  I didnât know.  He didnât tell me all the soldiers did.â
âBecause you didnât ask,â you said. âBecause we were poor, and the king doesnât give a damn unless you have a title.â You turned back to the helm, your hands resting on the wheel.  âYou will get off my ship at Marolan. Speak of me how you wish.  The words of a royal mean nothing to me.â
You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head, as though wishing youâd turn back to him and say it had all been a jest. But you didnât.  You kept your eyes ahead as you set the course for the port city.
âWhatever you wish, Captain,â he said, the words half lost in the wind.
You bit your lip to keep the tears at bay as you heard him go back down the stairs to the main deck before disappearing into your quarters.
It didnât matter.
Youâd be at the helm all night.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and you knew it was Sam without even looking. âWhat do you need?â You asked, your voice cracking despite your attempt to sound tough.
He stood at your side, his arms crossed over his chest. âAre you going to punish the son for the sins of the father?â
âHe has his own sins to atone for,â you said softly, âJust like his father, just like me.â
âIs that what this is? Self punishment?â
âYou heard him.â You gripped the wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white. âI am but a She-Demon.â
Sam glanced down to the deck, the men not-so-subtly taking glances at you. âHe never called you that, if I remember correctly.  He simply said thatâs what others have called you. But he never did.â
You didnât reply, choosing to stay silent as you stared ahead.
If you opened your mouth, all that would come out were broken sobs.
You didnât speak for James for the last two days he spent on your ship. You stayed out of your quarters during the night, and when he finally awoke and left your office, you snuck in and locked your bedroom door.
You stood atop the stern, looking down at the tiny port town that you had docked at. Your men took the chance to explore some of the shops since this was an unplanned stop.
James stood at the top of the ramp that led down to the dock. Youâd had Sam give him enough gold to pay for a horse and then some.
The sun gleamed off his dark hair, tied back with the green silk ribbon that heâd been using as a bookmark. He looked like a man from a romance novel, one of those Shakespearean heroes.
He looked up at you, his blue eyes startling even as far away as he was. âGoodbye, Captain,â he said, his voice barely audible.
You swallowed, looking away. âGoodbye, Your Highness.â
Hot tears pricked your eyes as he walked down the ramp, the sound of the gold clinking in his pocket fading as he got further and further away. Ignoring the men still on the ship, you stormed down the stairs and into your quarters, slamming the door to your office shut and locking it.
It was only once you were alone that you allowed yourself to collapse. You fell to your knees as sobs wracked your body.  The feelings youâd been fighting had fought their way to the surface, breaking through your glass exterior.
How had he done it? How had the prince wormed his way into your heart? He had slipped through the bars of its rib cage prison and sunk his teeth into what you thought had been a frozen chunk of ice.
You rubbed your face, trying to contain yourself to no avail.
But something caught your eye.
There, on the chaise, was a folded piece of parchment.
You crawled over to it, feeling no shame at how pathetic it was. Your hand covered your mouth to muffle another sob as you recognized Jamesâs handwriting. Some of the letters were runny, misshapen from the tear stains that littered the paper.
My darling angel,
If youâre reading this, it means that Iâm gone. Youâve cast me off your ship and out of your heart.
But I canât let you think that I was simply trying to conquer you. I wouldnât be able to live with myself if I left without telling you, and you wonât even look in my direction, which is why I have taken to paper and pen.
I meant what I said that night. I love you with all of my soul.  You surprised me with your wit, your strength. I never dreamed that I would meet a woman like you, and I mean that in the best way possible. If you would allow me to, I would make you my wife, my queen.
It is not hard to guess that you think I couldnât see you as anything more than a pirate, but youâre wrong. The softness that you try to hide calls to me.  I want to take you in my arms and show you that the world will not always be cruel to you.
My father was wrong to allow his soldiers to do what they did. It was not your war.  You were innocent.  If there was a way for me to turn back the clock and stop it all from happening, I would. I would give you your village back, your family back.
Alas, I am incapable of doing so, despite how badly I long to. So I must do the next best thing.
I will be a better king than my father. I will do my best to ensure that there are no more innocent people punished by cruel, battle hungry men.
I wonât allow any more little girls to be sentenced to running from grown men who should know better.
I wish I could give you back your girlhood, my love. I wish I could see you with daisies in your hair, untouched by the horrors of the world.
If you will not allow me to love you up close, then this is how I shall love you from far away. I will do better than my father, in your name.
Is it peculiar of me to say that I miss you already? You are simply above deck, and yet, my hands long to hold yours, my lips feel like winter ice. Must you really leave me alone?
I am fearful that when I leave the Medusaâs Revenge, I shall never see you again.
I havenât slept in the past two nights, but my nightmares invade my daydreams and make me see visions of a life without you, the life I am facing ahead of me.
How is it that I have fallen so deeply in love with you in such a short amount of time?
Perhaps, if I am lucky, and if you are feeling so gracious, I will hear your voice one last time before I go. Is it so greedy of me to wish to hear my name falling from your lips one last time?  To feel you gaze upon my face, even if it is with scorn?
When I am back in my castle in Ithair, I shall pace the royal gardens and lament that the red roses the gardeners so painstakingly tend to cannot compare to thy sweet lips. I shall cry each night that the furs that line my bed are not as warm as your embrace.
Will you miss me as I miss you? It may be wrong of me to hope so, but I do. I shall miss you âtil my dying breath, and perhaps even beyond then.
Will your sirenâs song call to me beyond the grave? I suppose I shall have to wait and find out.
I will speak of you fondly, lovingly, for you were never the She-Demon the bastards tried to make you out to be.
Forever yours, my love,
James Buchanan Barnes
If any of your crew noticed that your eyes were swollen and glassy when they came back, ready to set off, they didnât mention it.
Almost two years had passed.
Two years, and yet you were still crying yourself to sleep most nights.
Prince James had truly done his damage in the short amount of time he spent on your ship.
Well, he wasnât a prince anymore.
When youâd docked in Genia about four months ago, youâd been given the news that his father, King George IX, had died, and King James II had been coronated.
Youâd avoided docking at any of Ithairâs ports since letting him go. You refused to risk seeing any sign of him.
Your heart wouldnât be able to take it.
You kept his goodbye letter close to you at all times. When you went into battle, the tear stained parchment was tucked inside of your corset, right over your heart.
You read it every night before you went to sleep, the parchment soft from how often it was unfolded and refolded.
âCaptain,â Peter called to you from the deck. The boy had grown so much in the time since James had left. He was no longer the lowest member of the crew.  Heâd been given more responsibilities, and if you were being honest, was the person you trusted most on your crew, behind Sam, of course.
âYes, Peter?â You had one hand on the wheel, and you were half lost in a daydream.
âThereâs a ship coming up on the starboard side,â he said.
Frowning, you turned to your right, and sure enough, there was a ship much closer than you first thought itâd be.
Had you really been so deep within your own thoughts?
âDo you know whose ship?â
âIthair. Navy.â
Ice ran through your veins as you turned back to the helm. âTell the men to ready themselves, but we are not planning on fighting. Weâre going to avoid them if we can.â  Your hands were shaking as you turned the wheel, planning on making a sharp left and avoiding them completely. âGet Sam,â you said after a moment as your hands refused to stop trembling.
Your First Mate was there within seconds, taking over. âIâve got this,â he said, ushering you away.  He knew how you were feeling with just a look. âIf we really need you, Iâll send Peter.â
You nodded, swallowing thickly as you went to your quarters, shutting the door before you began to pace.
It couldnât be him⊠could it?
Surely he wouldnât taunt you with his presence like that. After all, it would be cruel.  There was no way he didnât have some princess waiting for him.
But then again, wouldnât you have heard of a royal engagement when you heard of his coronation if that were the case?
No. You couldnât think like that.
Besides, he most likely wasnât on the ship.
A king had better things to do.
You grabbed your jewel encrusted dagger from your desk, sliding it into its sheath. Your cutlass was already ready at your side, just in case.
But when you opened the door to step out onto the deck, you were caught by surprise.
Your ship hadnât been steered away as youâd wanted it to. The Ithairian Navy ship was right alongside yours, a plank connecting the two. And more than that, there was no fight going on.
King James stood before you, grinning as Peter rambled onto him about all that had happened since he left.
A board creaked under your foot, and his head snapped in your direction. Your breath caught in your throat as his eyes met yours.
He looked older, more worn. Maybe a little tired.  There were shadows under his eyes, and his hair was longer.
It was tied back out of his face with a green silk ribbon.
Your mouth went dry as you stared at him, not daring to move any closer. âHave you come to kill the Siren?â You asked, though you didnât bother to reach for your cutlass.
If he truly wished to gut you, you would allow him to. It would hurt less than living with the pain of knowing that he wanted you dead.
âNo,â he said, his voice soft and full of something you couldnât quite name. âIâve come to wed her.â
You blinked in surprise, your heart constricting. âDo you now?â You asked slowly.  The letter that was pressed to your chest felt like it was burning your skin.
âWell, I truly hope so,â he said as he came a few steps closer, his hands behind his back. From what you could see, he had no weapon.
Perhaps he truly wasnât here to hurt you.
âYou see, youâre not exactly an easy person to track down,â he said, stopping a few feet away. âEspecially since you havenât docked at any Ithairian ports in almost two years.â  He reached inside his coat, pulling out a small box.
âYour Majestyââ Your voice cracked as you snuck a glance at the people watching you. Your crew and his were staring, grins on their faces as though this was the most normal thing in the world.
James ignored your question, looking at the ring with a soft smile. âIt took Sam sending me a letter from the last place youâd been docked at, telling me where you were heading, to find you.â
The man in question had the decency to look a little sheepish. âItâs time for something new,â he said, leaning against the railing of the steps that led up to the stern. âYou havenât been happy with this life ever since James left.â
He wasnât wrong, per say, but you thought youâd hidden it better than you apparently had.
âWellâŠâ You turned to look back at James, shaking your head. âYou⊠ You canât marry a pirate.  Or even just a commoner.â
âWhy not, my love?â He asked as he got down on one knee, holding the ring up for you to see. It sparkled in the late afternoon sun.  âI thought that the point of being king was that I made the rules.â
Your heart was racing faster than it ever had before. âI⊠ I keep your letter on me,â you blurted out, stumbling over your words like a newborn foal. Your fingers trembled as you reached through the neckline of your shirt, into your corset, before pulling out the worn piece of paper. âI read it every n-night before I go to sleep.â  You didnât realize you were crying until you felt a tear hit your hand.
âHave you missed me as Iâve missed you, my angel?â He asked, not moving. His own eyes were glassy, his speech thick from emotion.  âIâve dreamed of you every moment, waking and asleep.â
âI have. I have, James,â you gasped out, your chest heaving against the corset. âIâve missed you so much.â
His hand reached for your left, grasping it softly and bringing it to his lips. âWill you marry me?â  He looked up at you with pleading blue eyes.  âPlease, my angel? I shall never ask for anything more if you say yes.â
You fell to your knees in front of him, your hands grasping his face as you pulled him in for a kiss. âYes,â you whispered against his lips.  The salt from both of your tears lingered in your mouth, but you didnât care as you pulled him into another kiss. âYes, I will marry you.â
The ring somehow found your left finger, sliding on with ease.
âI love you,â you said as you pulled away for air, resting your forehead against his. âI love you so much and Iâm so sorry I was too afraid to say it then.â
âShh,â he said, caressing your face. âYou have nothing to be sorry for, my darling.â He stole another kiss, a smile creeping up on his face. âAnd I love you, too, my siren.â
âJames?â You said, your nose nudging his. His breath mingled with yours in the most delicious way. Your chest was pressed against his, your arms wrapping around his neck. It felt so good to have him in your arms again after two years.
Youâd thought youâd only get this in your dreams.
âYes, my angel?â
âDoes this mean I have to wear dresses?â
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes x you#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky fic#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes fanfiction#royalty au#pirate au
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hi caly!!! i finally had the time to read moc40 AND OH WOW OH WOW OH W O W IâM SO SO PROUD OF YOU AND BESTIE THIS CHAPTER WAS SO SO INCREDIBLE LIKE THE PACING AND EVERYTHING ELSE WAS INCREDIBLE AND OFC I HAVE MUCH TO SAY đ„șđ„șđđ - đŠ
hi bestie iâm finally here eeek sorry it took me so long to respond T_T !!! thank you so much for being proud of me tho oh my gawd that makes me so happy to hear im so glad you loved it eeeeee YOUâRE TOO SWEET TO ME BESTIE ILYSM đđâ€đđâ€đđđ„ș
the opening between hongjoong and mc about hyunwoo :( i donât know how to word this but heâs truly such an observant and complicated character especially how he treats mc, which makes him a character whoâs really fun to read!!
pls it makes me so happy to hear that you enjoy and itâs fun to read hongjoongâs character, heâs one i enjoy a lot. i think previously a lot perceived hongjoong as a character who didnât really care to pay attention to whatâs going on around him, but heâs rather perceptive and notices quite a bit. itâs a good deep dive into his character in my opinion and a good âbreaking pointâ into his character in the future too!
the short convo between the guards was justâŠwowâŠbc itâs kinda a reminder that not everyone working for the military is entirely a piece of crap? like some of them are also questioning the ethics and morality and stuff like that? idk i found that part pretty important :(((
that convo between the guards wasnât in my first draft, and i actually didnât end up adding it to the chapter until i was almost done writing the chapter. i think for most of the story we havenât really seen the crew doing something âwrongâ or anything like that, and even tho they are criminals, we havenât seen that from them. this look into the guards, people who are perceived to be âbadâ by the crew but âgoodâ from the publicâs view... it was kind of a peek into morality and how that effects people as a whole. i think itâs super important for sure and itâll come back around a lot more in the future :((
CORSET AND DRESS CAPTAIN JOONG YAYAYYAYAYA
CORSET AND DRESS CAPTAIN JOOOOOOOOOOONG
san did what in the past :(((((( my bby :((( it hurts to read about sanâs past but it definitely shows more similarities between him and mc :(((
there are lots of things we donât know about san tbh and there are lots of pieces of his past that are starting to fall together and come together and not all of them are happy and good :( he and mc definitely have a lot of similarities and parallels in who they are as characters, and weâll see that more and more in upcoming chapters :(
captain joong going soft just a teeny bit?? :â))) we love to see it hehe though i am curious as to how san got that ring in the first place đđ very suspicious and it also makes me more convinced that joong is a normie đ€š
teeeeeeeeny bit of softness on our joong :3 we know san is his soft spot for sure, and thatâs his little âweaknessâ in a way, and itâs the best way to peak into his softer side :(( very suspicious eh đđđż inchresting inchresting đđđż
i didnât even realise that jisungâs tampering with mcâs memories could affect her using her siren abilities :/// more of a reason for me to drop kick moc jisung into space
!!! this is definitely something that hasnât been ~delved into~ a lot yet but the people who tampered with her brain and memories blocked off this whole section of memories about what she is and how she can even function as a siren :(
MC HOLY CRAP??????? SHE REALLY JUST RIPPED-OH MY GOD WHAT A WAY TO REDISCOVER YOUR CAPABILITIES FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE đđđđđđđ
JKDGJHKDJHKGJKHSDF the HIGHLIGHT (one of them) of the chapter, the heart ripping, this is something i cannot WAIT to get into :3
âhow much would your pride suffer to admit that the only person holding you back from being open and honest with the people around you is yourself?â CALY THIS HURTS
IM SORRY IT HAD TO BE DONE </3
âwho we are and what we are⊠why should either of those things be important in the face of trust?â I LOVE MOC SAN I LOVE HIM IK I USED TO SAY I WAS THE CAPTAIN OF THE MOC HWA X MC SHIP BUT-BUT THIS CHAPTER MUST JUST CONVINCE ME TO ABANDON SHIP BC THEYRE SO CUTE THE KISS AAAAAAAAA ;;;;;;; CALY COME BACK IM SO SAD
PLS </3 IM SO GLAD YOU CAME TO THE MOC SAN SHIP come here bestie iâll hold u okay itâs GONNA BE OKAY âđ
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Agapanthus - Art Process! (Part One)
Lemme just say - Agapanthus is by far the most hardest track and art Iâve ever made. Like sleep was basically non-existent here-
Step One: Rough Draft
This was created on December 27th - around 4 days before the release of Agapanthus, I believe. However Iâm not gonna lie, this is looking pretty horrible. Iâm glad I didnât even continue with this reference  ( ïœĄ_ïœĄ) .Â
I remember using myself as reference, but that wasnât really working out. I really wanted Vil to have an intimidating look to him, and heâs just staring you down - underestimating MC/Yuu. But I realized...
That isnât Vil. Vil isnât like that at all, and it completely changed the idea about him. So I decided to change the expression and pose that Vil was making and start it all over instead.
Step Two (1): Rough Lineart + Cleanup (Head)
Okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk....
I had to change and redraw a lot of the pose I was making! It was incredibly risky, but I had to do it anyways!Â
Just for you guys, I made sure to break it down a bit more so you can see whatâs behind the scenes in more depth...
I did the head in the following order:
(1) HeadÂ
(2) Eyes, Nose, and Mouth
(3) Hair
*(4) Halos - Zwei (middle)
*(5) Einz (left), Drei (right)Â
(6) Crown - I used the crown from The Aphrodites and add it to his hair heheheh
(7) Agapanthus #1 - THIS ONE TOOK ME LIKE 6+ LAYERS TO DO LOL
*For Step 4 - I split the structure of the halo into two layers: A circle, and sharp pointy things before merging the layers together. I made sure to not let the pointy areas overlap with the circle. Lots of Control + Z was used here LOL
As for Step 5 the halos can be one or the other, I donât know which one I started with at the time.
For his expression, I must admit that I donât like it. It makes Vil look puzzled, or dumbfounded yet...a bit hopeful. But after seeing what happened to Step One, I decided to go along with it (:P).Â
< Note: For Step Two, I did the rough lineart -> cleanup for each part - so thatâs why I merged Step Two and Three together. >
Step Two (2): Rough Lineart + Cleanup (Agapanthus AND Crocus)
OH HELP ME NOW LOL (ËâÍÊË )
Iâm sorry, this part was the most longest things Iâve ever taken when it comes to lineart. Iâm sorry.
Seriously! This was one of the longest because it was not one flower, but a BOUQUET of flowers!!! I remember my back hurting a lot and didnât getting enough sleep as a result...this took me 12 hours to finish just the bouquet alone.
Apologies for the detail below!!!
Note: For some information, I wonât go into detail since itâs impossible to see with the picture above due to the picture limit.Â
(1) Drawing the Flowers:
 (1) Agapanthus (wide, inward, middle flowers)- This took about six layers to do the following:
(1.1) FLOWER (DRAFT) - Here, I drew the basics of its form and its shape. I drew a donut-like shape and short piece of the stem before doing the lineart.
(1.2) Flower (Lineart):Â
(1.2.1) Flower - Lineart - OPEN FLOWER: I did the five petal shaped flower first, then refined it to have a finished look.
(1.2.2) Flower - Lineart - CLOSED FLOWER
(1.2.3) Flower - Lineart - UNBLOOMED FLOWER
(1.2.4) Flower - Lineart - STEM STICKS (idk what to call it) - and thatâs it!
(2) Crocus (outward, left and right flowers)Â Â - I have the full process of this, so here it is:
(2.1) FLOWER (DRAFT)- I made sure to do a rough outline of the shape so I could have an idea of what I was doing, and make sure the flower was proportionate to the track cover.
(2.2) FLOWER (LINEART) - This is where I drew the lineart and added detail for the petals and their design (at the same time).Â
(2.3) STEM (DRAFT) - Even though I donât have it in the art file, I believed I did it to make sure it was proportionate to size of the flower.
(2.4) STEM + LEAVES - This is when I did the lineart and added the details (at the same time). I then did the leaves as an additional design.
(2.5) MERGE LAYER OF STEM + FLOWER- and itâs finished!
(2) Cleaning up the Flowers:
The cleanup took the longest, since you have to erase the details of the flowers that was overlapped. Took the longest out of the 12 hours.
(2.1) Agapanthus:
(2.1.1) AGAPANTHUS - MIDDLE OF PAINTING/CENTRE (one touching Vilâs face)Â
(2.1.2) AGAPANTHUS - MIDDLE/CENTRE: LEFT (touching Vilâs left shoulder)
(2.1.3) AGAPANTHUS - MIDDLE/CENTRE: RIGHT (touching Vilâs right shoulder)
(2.1.4) AGAPANTHUS - BOTTOM OF PAINTING: LEFTÂ
(2.1.5) AGAPANTHUS - BOTTOM OF PAINTING: RIGHT
(2.2) Crocus:Â
(2.2.1) CROCUS - TOP LEFT
(2.2.2) CROCUS - TOP RIGHT
(2.2.3) CROCUS - BOTTOM LEFT
(2.2.4) BOTTOM RIGHTÂ
Step Two (3): Rough Lineart + Cleanup (Upper Body)
As usual, I love the lineart more than the final product (˶âČâĄâ”˶). Especially this lineart - itâs rather mesmerizing to me!
Even Vil without colour looks absolutely beautiful...I love him (Iâm starting to stan him (kind of))
But anyways! Here is the order I did the body in:
(1) Head (already completed by then)
(2) NeckÂ
(3) Neckish Shoulders (I donât know what to call them - his toned necked muscles??? But itâs located around his neck)
*(4) Shoulders
*(5) Lower Body
*(6) Golden Details + Corset!
*For Number 4, I had to do multiple attempts because the shoulders werenât proportionate to his body. I remembering 2 - 4 layers before choosing a final rough draft to work with.
As for Number 5, I also had to do multiple attempts as well because the original rough draft was not proportionate with the pose above. I did two rough drafts (I believe), but I donât think I used them - I worked with the layer that looked the best.Â
For Number 6, the golden details were originally in black, but I used the Fill Tool and a bit of erasing and adding to give the final look above. I would say cleanup was the hardest thing for the details, since it heavily overlapped the Agapanthuses and Crocuses...
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Thank you for reading this whole post! A Part 2 will come out in the next few days, so please stay tuned.
ALSO THE CLEANUP FOR ME SUCKED LOLOLOL. I CAN REMEMBER THE PAIN (âÜ«â âÜ«â âÜ«â âÜ«â âÜ«â âÜ«â âÜ«â)-
Have a wonderful day you guys! :D!
#TWSTxDAL#TWSTxDAL art process#twisted wonderland#twst#date a live#pomefiore#vil schoenheit#twst vil#bruh this took me forever and a dayyyyy#I was kind of rushing on Vil but honestly he's looking MIGHTY FINE#plus it's 11 PM and I'm hoping for the best for my poor soul :)))#I'm gonna admit that Vil was a sTEP uP of my art process and my tracks#though the piece is a double sword for me - I love it and hate it (but love it)#anyways bye now! AND I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING ANY ORIGINAL CONTENT#it's just that work and school isn't working well...but luckily I'm getting a break!#...soon...
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Autistic Magnus headcanons
ok so i got this big submission on autistic magnus which i absolutely love and i ended up breaking it down into parts so i would remember to address it all so uh, here we go. this is long lmao
submission made by @hasenfu
oof this got long lol
before i forget: i always saw Magnus as autistic. (or rather there was a post how Alec is obv autistic but Magnus could be, too?? address that?!?!) so i thought about it and⊠i guess heâs had longer to adapt and do smaller fidgets, unnoticeable, more healthy -if he allows himself to do such- and other things idk. i took a break of the show+fandom shortly after and never came back to the thought much.
it was mostly being hyposensitive to pressure, which is why he has those tight vests or flowy shirts with heavy necklaces and his array of rings. (definitely a hug person and should own a weighted blanket)
but also, opposed to this, being hypersensitive to touch, so all his shirts and his bedsheets are silk. (weighted blanket can go on top or be a spell)
that truly makes so much sense to me tbh like iâve always envisioned magnus that way as well, especially the hyposensitive to pressure part. especially considering that at the point of show canon heâs so touch starved? like heâs been keeping away from most people and kinda trying to hide and i think that only added to that. i definitely agree with what you said about the vests/corsets:
you might have a full inbox once this is done lol # idk who figured this out first but one of Magnus/Raphael found out about vests, maybe Magnus wore corsets first (yes even as cis/amab demiman/gnc cis man, people wore corsets because fashion) and then opted for vests. or Raphael wore them first because Business Man and Important Stuff and told Magnus to stop wearing flowy shit with a million necklaces and just wear tight clothing like Proper Human Beings. amazing word count is full again.
(also donât worry iâm well aware that cis men used to wear corsets lmao i even have an old post about it lying somewhere. not that i envision magnus as a cis man but anyway) and also want to add: tight pants. like the pants he wears are always slim fit and i think that has a lot to do with that too? just feeling grounded by the pressure, like heâs more steady in his steps. especially when heâs wearing the silky shirts and etc because those have barely any pressure (esp the open shirts and stuff. i mean obviously like you said the necklaces help make up for that, but like. itâs not enough imho)Â
but also just like, nothing is as good as the good olde hugs tbh. i mean obviously the clothes are good and help him function and not have meltdowns or feel overwhelmed (because heâs had a lot of time to prevent having meltdowns, and tbh probably uses unhealthy tactics to avoid that) and he isnât comfortable with just anyone touching him (we know that very well. also invasion of space not safe invasion of space not safe invasion of space not safe-) but the people he trusts? somehow they always feel right
i love magnus and the immortal squad being into cuddle piles, particularly magnus&raphael (whoâs also hyposensitive to pressure, plus heâs a latino immigrant so heâs used to quite a lot of casual touching, but once he got to the US that was suddenly Not Allowed anymore and god that must have fucked him up so much, the cultural shock mixed in with the hyposensitivity and then he lost his whole support network on top of that. like he feels absolutely smothered by the lack of pressure all the time and it makes his skin prickle and he wants to just. scratch it off just to get some relief from the constant feeling of deprivation. and magnus of course feels a similar way, since from what i looked up quickly indonesian people are also used to overcrowded spaces and casual touching, plus again, touch starved)Â
like theyâre both. kind of just functioning with this constant feeling of emptiness all around them, and they canât really afford to be as touchy as theyâd like because theyâd be looked down on because of that, especially as downworlders, moc, etc. but when theyâre in magnusâ loft and theyâre alone? cuddling all the time. constant cuddling. not a single second goes by cuddleless. legs entangled, weight blanket over them, they might switch positions a lot because they might get fidgety - especially magnus, i feel like he needs to stim and etc a lot more than Raphael does - so at one second theyâre lying down, the next theyâre sitting, raphael is on top of magnus, magnus is on top of raphael, theyâre side by side, only their legs are intertwined, raphael is lying across magnusâŠ.. it just keeps going and after like years of doing this they just do it effortlessly?Â
one of my exes called this âdynamic cuddlingâ cuz yeah he was a huge cuddler but also kinda fidgety and so was i and most of his other partners (i Cannot lie in the same position for a long time which is why im usually not big on cuddling, and also prefer to be the big spoon) and i definitely see it for them. just, every time one of them (again, usually magnus) moves the other moves along and theyâre just adjusting to a new position together, instead of the awkward âperson A starts to move so person B waits and then they do a little adjustment afterwardsâ thing. ragnor in particular is appalled (especially since you know, british, so used to No casual touching whatsoever, also he clearly gets overwhelmed easily considering how isolated he lives, oh look at me casually throwing in autistic ragnor lmao i need to calm tf down) at how easily they do it but thatâs just years of practice, knowing each other very well, and having very similar sensory issues for you
the one downside is that since theyâre too similar they both want to like, be the little spoon diahdsiah so thatâs why weighted blanket is a must, even if obviously they switch - magnus is perfect for raphael because heâs bigger and taller so he can envelop him pretty easily and cover like His Whole Back and just really crowd him in the best possible way? obviously that means that raphael being small is not as good for magnus but he can be in like fetal position and hug his knees and have raphael spoon him that way, and thereâs the added Compression (?) of that. plus raphael always runs his hands over magnusâ arms particularly and that adds to the good pressure and feeling. he also definitely likes playing with magnusâ hair, which magnus is delighted by (btw itâs a huge sign of closeness in indonesian culture). the scalp is sensitive, okay. itâs perfect
with alec itâs perfect for magnus because i see alec as the opposite, he does not like a lot of pressure and particularly having things on his back (he needs to be able to Move) so he likes being the big spoon. also heâs one of the few ppl whoâs taller than magnus and can envelop him perfectly, just like magnus does raphaelÂ
also going briefly back to the vests thing, i really like the idea that it was raphaelâs suggestion for some reason? i mean i kind of hc that magnus has had a huge influence on raphaelâs style, but i also like it as the other way around. i especially like raphael helping magnus out with Autistic Problemsâą because like you said magnus has had a lot of time to learn how to cope and hide his traits in order to be taken seriously, but heâs definitely foregone his own comfort in that proccess, and probably has a few coping mechanisms that arenât really healthy. whereas raphael has a different perspective and grew up with a supportive family when it comes to that (i particularly hc rosa as being a great support in that sense, not letting anyone give him shit, giving him hugs when he needed, keeping people away when he didnât want to be touched, speaking for him when he went nonverbal, etc) so he has a lot of better mechanisms. and i really dig him teaching those to magnus and helping him find better alternatives. like magnus knows about vests, has used corsets in that way before, why tf didnât he think of that? because heâs used to ignoring his own needs :) but raphael helps him find good vests that make him feel, like, perfectly hugged and grounded and itâs Very Good. they probably share a lot during the time when raphael lives with him, since magnus can just magically adjust them anyway
plus other things such as not caring if magnus stims, and whatnot
i also think that he sometimes uses magic to handle the hyposensitivity problem, cause i mean, why not? especially when heâs in the flowy open shirts and whatnot, cuz again, like, the necklaces are good and they help a lot but they are Not Good Enough. but magic can make him feel more pressure and help him out with that, he can spell himself to have this kind of⊠constriction? that he likes. plus his magic kind of takes care of him on its own so i can definitely see it like, enhancing his sensitivity when he needs it, running over his arms and torso to keep him grounded, and whatnot. very useful, especially because he can do that unnoticed
thatâs only what i had to say on hyposensitivity to pressure dear lord someone help me daiojdsoadjasodjadijaidoajÂ
onto hypersensitivity to textures! again strongly agree. i kind of headcanon that all of magnusâ clothes are lined with silk underneath because they always look just a little stuffy when they arenât silky and again itâs clearly his favorite texture - for his sheets, his shirts, just everything he can is silky. i know he can probably magick them up but i like to think he has a tailor tbh, maybe some other old warlock who never really wanted to give up that work? idk it sounds more authentic and even connected to his roots this way so i like to headcanon that. anyway yeah silk everywhere and all the way. pretty much every other texture other than that and the People He Likes is kinda overwhelming for him, imo. which can be a Huge Problem and is probably connected to why he hates people he doesnât like getting into his personal space - heâs perfected the personal space distancing so heâs kept away from the Bad Textures and anyone getting into it uninvited is definitely unwelcome and perceived as a threat to his safety and wellbeing - and effectively is
same goes for jewelry, like, he pretty much only wears silver stuff? i think itâs his preferred texture as well, which is why we donât see him wearing a lot of different things. that might also be related to the thing you said about colors:
maybe being hypersensitive to colours/visual influence but this might be a jab at smol book!magnus with his neon leggings and crop tops. but all his surroundings are either dark: dark red, dark blue, or black, or medium brown (wood) or smallll golden accents. nothing harsh.
like golden can be too much visually and non-metal textures arenât really welcome. this is also related to the pressure thing - metal is great for weight, whereas every other accessory material is Not - but texture also plays a good part
(also ur so valid for wanting to jab @ book magnus tbh lmao i donât acknowledge that bitch)
but i could see him hyperfocusing on translations. oof idk i havenât interacted with canon in months or maybe years. iâve mostly thought about his stims. like also the scratching on paper, his tai chi exercises, making/drinking tea, brewing potions.
i also dig that? i think most of what weâve seen in Genius Magnus Bane is related to that in some capacity - being his hyperfocus/hyperfixation/special interest. like the portal thing? definitely a result of him hyperfixating. and he just goes on and on, which is why he isnât particularly known for like, One Area He Expertises On (okay i do realize this is more ADHD than autism but look heâs been alive for centuries okay his special interests are gonna pile up) but rather a lot of very specific things that he knows a lot about and that end up broaching a thousand different and wildly unrelated topics
and whenever heâs working on a magical thing, itâs just- hyperfocus all the way, baby. sometimes when he needs a distraction or is feeling overwhelmed he just goes straight to brewing because itâs guaranteed hyperfocus and like, silence in his head, you know? and he can just get away from whateverâs overwhelming/upsetting him for a while. not always healthy to do, but. still a thing that he does. translating, brewing potions, summoning things, even tracking - it immediately takes his undivided attention and suddenly he looks up and realizes that ah yes, he is in a place and has surroundings, and has a name lmao. even if itâs something like tracking which is really quick, while heâs at it he doesnât think about absolutely anything else. then he kind of has to blink after a few seconds and remember why he was doing it in the first place lmao
this is probably deeply intertwined with his magic - like it is related to how he interacts and perceives the world, so when heâs using it, heâs effectively channeling all of his attention into one of his senses, and directing it to a single specific purpose. itâs like inhaling deeply. everything else shuts down and heâs just focused and directed into this action, and then that mixes up with autism/ADHD and youâve got guaranteed hyperfocus. it can be both good and bad, but itâs definitely grounding and something that helps him cope with a lot of things - like, sensorial overload? just feeling overwhelmed in general? too angry or tired? needing a distraction. magic time! even if itâs just making a small ball of light, it definitely helps him focus a lot
which of course leads up to stimming! which you already mentioned up there and also in here
(obv he stimmt with his rings and ear piece thingy all the time because it cool. i donât think heâd disturb the necklaces because they make up for not wearing a vest so playing with them would do not enough good to make up for the loss of pressure)
again completely agree with the necklace thing, heâs never really seen playing with those, but the earpieces/earlobes/rings? hoo boy. all the damn time, definitely a good way to stim. plus yeah, magic like i just said, but not only in the sense of hyperfocusing on purpose, but also that he just stims magically? like keeps making sparks with his fingers, or making and reshaping a ball like weâve seen him do in that scene where him and alec fight in s2, some light hand twisting that comes mostly in the form of an almost imperceptible rub of his fingers together, did i mention random sparks? or just having like, invisible tendons of magic running over his arms, focusing on how they feel and making them keep twisting over him like a snake or something? dadiahias idk if i can describe that very well but you know what i mean, itâs just wrapped around his arm and moving and heâs stimming that way, focusing on its motions (plus again good pressure!) and whatnot
i also think he clicks his tongue to make up for rarely ever verbally stimming, but sometimes he can verbally stim with like specific spells that feel good on the tongue when heâs alone - it takes him centuries to ever allow himself to do that one in front of anyone, even if itâs pretty innocuous
Iâm very interested in reading more on your posts and how Magnus is ADHD in things that donât overlap with either ASD or (c-?)PTSD!
doijadoadsoaj and now that iâve written this huge ass disconnected manifesto on a bunch of shit i realize that that was your question all along. great great great. this is fine
if youâre interested in ADHD magnus as a whole i definitely recommend reading @thesorrowoflizardsâs fantastic ADHD Magnus Manifesto which already features a lot of my headcanons anyway daoisjdaojdsaoi also i have both an adhd magnus tag and a general meta as well as a magnus meta tag (shut up i like keeping things organized okay) so you can read more stuff ive written on/that includes the subject if you want. but anyway! let me scramble up some particular headcanons out of my little peanut brain
ok i guess i can start with what i said about him having like, a lot of expertise on a bunch of unrelated topics that ends up on him having a curriculum thatâs like. invented the portal, fluent in 14th century albanian, specialist in rattlesnake venom, healing magic, and endocrinology, knows how to build one (1) highly specific model of plane, PHD in the javanese herbal flora and a masterâs in wormholes⊠and it just keeps going lmaoÂ
i kind of envision magnus having the type of adhd where his hyperfixations last a long time and are usually related to like, Solving A Problem or Figuring Out Something - take the portal for example. he set his mind to it, right, he wants to create teleportion! and heâs gonna hyperfocus on that and learn everything there is to learn until he figures out how to do that, and then he blinks and 10 years have passed and heâs just, like, been doing that. but now that itâs done, great! onto the next topic! and it begins again daoids
i mean over time he probably got better at managing hyperfixations and still like functioning, especially because you know, as high warlock he canât go around getting distracted and immersed in whatever the fuck he finds fitting, but thatâs definitely his natural state, so to speak. heâs naturaly curious and he likes to create and alter the world around him, so heâs drawn to sciences and inventions, but pretty much everything inside that is fair game. also languages! they are useful, especially but not just for a warlock, and uncover so much about a culture and their worldview. i can definitely see him hyperfixating on translations and languages and getting absolutely immersed in those, not stopping studying until heâs absolutely fluent, even if only in a specific dialect from a specific time lmao. itâs not like itâs a problem because as a warlock he reads a lot of ancient texts. and understanding the language means understanding the exact workings of whatever spell heâs using, so again, very useful!Â
also like, this is 100% projection, but jesus, time blindness. like iâm time blind as all fuck iâm the time blindest bitch i know itâs incredible, and i hc magnus as having a huge problem with that. and as an immortal, it only gets trickier. was this yesterday? was it in the 18th century? who knows! certainly not him. and after a while of immortality your notion of time is bound to get thwarped, in the same way that a year seemed like a long time when i was a kid and seems like nothing to current me - the more you live, the shorter any length of time seems to last. so heâs going to be like âthis was two weeks agoâ when in reality it was in the 30s. it might get him some pretty bad shocks, too, like for instance when one of his cats dies of old age - they already live so little, and the more time passes, the less that seems to be to magnus. and he might even feel guilty over that, like, i didnât even enjoy that catâs life, it felt to me like i found them yesterday, and now theyâre gone, what kind of person am iÂ
thatâs not true of course, heâs always taken care of his cats wonderfully, but it might feel that way for him sometimes, feel like he barely registered they were there and it all passed so quickly even if thatâs not really what happenedÂ
and sometimes panicking, like, how long has it been since i met (mortal)? are they close to dying? how much time do we have? how long did i spend worrying about the portal instead of being with them? and just spiralling into anxiety because he canât trust his own perception of time and itâs like, suddenly, he doesnât know
not gonna think about magnus waking up in the middle of the night before alec becomes immortal worried that itâs been longer than he thinks, that he thinks itâs been a few years but itâs actually been decades, and what if he turns around and finds that alec is greying and dying and heâs going to lose him without even noticing? is this going to slip through his fingers before he notices, because magnus will never forgive himself if it does. haha yeah definitely not gonna think about that, nope. iâm fine
but also just stupider things with time blindness, like being like âoh wow, did that restaurant i liked close? has it really been this long since iâve last been here?â âhm. it says here that this has been a residential building for the last 30 years.â âhas it???âÂ
getting centuries mixed up, even if he has very obvious cues to figure out where something took place (like clothing and whatnot) but sometimes he doesnât think of doing that and just spits out however long it feels like it has been (because like idk about other people but for me time blindness comes with a very clear sense of certainty? like iâll be like i am absolutely, completely sure that this was a week ago. but then i look and it was two months ago or last year or when i was a kid) and itâs just wildly wrong
over time he learns to always do actual calculations in his head instead of trusting his gut so as to avoid embarrassment and even scorn - oh look iâm making myself sad again god damn it - and he becomes very quick at calculating and figuring it out from cues, like âah this clothing is from the victorian era, this material wasnât invented before (x year), i met this person on that yearâŠ. so itâs year xâ. he kind of has annotations on that so he can keep up. he doesnât know the years and dates because of his own memories, but from like, a history-studying standpoint lmao itâs a little wack but he manages
every once in a while tho, especially when heâs with alec or his friends, he slips up, and itâs funny. especially because alec has like. an annoyingly good memory, especially with dates, so he can say the exact date that they had a specific conversation without even thinking. so magnus will be like âalexander remember last week when you made me soto ayam?â and alec will give him that shit eating grin and be like âthe last time i made you soto ayam was 3 months and 12 days agoâ and magnus is just like UGGGHHH and alec makes fun of him for it lmaoÂ
but hey at least they can make up for each otherâs weaknesses when it comes to that duahsda but itâs frustrating because itâs one thing that alec is effortlessly good at while magnus is very bad at, and there arenât a lot of these - especially since magnus has had so much time and so many interests, heâs way more likely to know his way and be good with something than alec, whoâs been raised in a military society where interests of any kind werenât welcome. so itâs frustrating and by god is alec smug about it
and okay i think thatâs big enough for now doaijdsaodaj i apologize for the huge incoherent ramble and also for taking so long to reply, iâm just Like This. i hope you liked my answer anyway doauhdaihdsa and thank you again for this wonderful submission, few things make me happier than getting lengthy headcanons shared with me :)Â
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