#because they are very time consuming for me

[badbatchposts]

I’m going to be totally honest about a few things I think contribute to the proliferation of these long fics (for me, over 120,000 words).

1. Sometimes they are that long because they’ve just been going on for a long time and authors have been expanding them forever and exploring many avenues rather than telling one cohesive story. This can be fine especially for readers who are keeping up with them as they update rather than reading everything in one long go—fanfic as a genre can be engaged with essentially as a serial, in which a greater length is rather typical. However…

2. Other times it’s clear that authors are posting a lot of quantity because they are not at all focused on quality. Again, this can be fine because people write fanfic for a lot of reasons and they’re doing it for fun. But as someone who thinks a lot about writing as craft, I find that I’m not very inclined to read these very long fics when it’s clear the author hasn’t spent much time thinking about what makes a story compelling or doing any editing. I get a lot less enjoyment out of reading something with a lot of redundancy for example, or repetitive conflict that doesn’t move the story forward, or where it feels like action is constantly being deferred for unclear reasons.

Again, this is no reason for others not to post those fics or read them, just another example of why longer doesn’t always mean better. As noted above, reading shouldn’t just be about passively consuming content, although I’ll also engage in quite a bit of speed reading and skimming myself if I find a story to have, for example, a compelling plot but a lot of excess fat that I think could be trimmed.

Frankly, the shorter a story is, the more laden with meaning it has to be to be very good. I personally think that short story writers are some of the best at their craft.

But of course, fanfic is a distinct genre that is written and read for reasons that often differ from published genres, and even, for example, mass market novels and literary novels are going to be written, read, and enjoyed differently. I’ll often take a lot more time reading a 100 page literary novela than a 225 page mass market thriller, because the language and structure is so different and they have to be engaged with on their own terms.

am i having a brain bleed are people seriously considering NOVEL LENGTH FICS as small one shots now what is happening

[gallusrostromegalus]

So, uhh, genuine question.

Do you recommend getting into Bleach, and if so how? Anime, Manga, a little bit of both, secret other thing? Your posts about it (and especially about AEIWAM) have definitely piqued my Interest, but I have pretty much 0 knowledge about the topic and heard very contradictory takes & reviews before, so I wanted to ask for your advice on the topic.

Cheers and have a nice day!

So a couple people have asked me this and I'm going to be as honest and fair about it as possible:

Bleach itself is mid.

...which is why the fan works KICK SO MUCH ASS.

My theory is that the ideal habitat for transformative fan work creators is mediocre series. It has to be good enough to be worth engaging with in the first place, but it's the plot holes and dropped developments and intriguing characters that don't get enough time and shoddy-to-unexplained worldbuilding that make nice little holes for fic authors and fan artists to crawl into and built a home, like sponges growing on a dilapidated subway car sunk into the Hudson river.

So yes. Bleach is mid. More under the cut:

It's also really two series: the manga and the anime. There's more anime than manga because bleach suffers from the late oughts horror known as "the filler arc" where the studio would make shit up while waiting for the author to catch up. Not ideal, but better than the current state of "cancelling a fully written five-season show after two because it wasn't making enough money for the oligarchy" but I digress.

To grade both the manga and anime on the Weeb-Ass-Shit scale:

Weeb: how familiar do you have to be with the tropes of anime/Japanese culture in general to be able to enjoy the series? This is one of the things Bleach does REALLY, REALLY WELL, in that you can go in knowing fuck-all about anime and have a good time, but the more you know, the more fun it is. My favorite thing Kubo does is that if you look up the meaning of the characters used in everyone's names, there is a TON of jokes, foreshadowing, themes etc. baked into every name. A+ work.

Ass: how much gratuitous fan service is there and how annoying is it? So. It's not the worst. But it's really, really obvious that Bleach is written and illustrated by a straight man who is hella into tiddies. As a bisexual, I can appreciate The Tiddy (and tbh, the men in Bleach have pretty great tits too), but there are a lot of humor bits about Kon being a perv/author stand-in, orihime has medically alarming knockers for a teenager and gets groped kind of a lot. There's also a predatory lesbian stereotype character in the early episodes, and some pretty awful transphobic caricature characters. The amount of horny isn't that much for a shonen, but it's pretty gross IMHO.

Shit: how well- made is this series?

Mixed. Both the manga and the anime (esp the recent Thousand Year Blood War arc) have some absolutely gorgeous art, banger character designs, and deeply entertainingly choreographed fights. It is really nice to look at.

Unfortunately, both also suffer really badly from pacing issues that are pretty much entirely the fault of the insane demands the industry puts on the artists. If you've ever read/seen a shonen manga/anime from the late aughts through early teens, you're familiar with this bullshit- fight scenes drawn out to absurd lengths, filler arcs while the animation studio waits for the author to catch up, repeated plot arcs, minimal focus on characterization, The Friendship Speech (TM) etc.

Pacing and repetitiveness are Bleach's main quality issues, but the art is pretty baller and the Japanese voice cast is pretty fucking great IMHO. (I have APD and have to consume shows by subtitles, so the sun is usually more legible for me than the dub).

If you are coming into Bleach from AEIWAM... You're likely to be a bit disappointed. I put a shitload of work into the worldbuilding because Bleach does not, I write almost exclusively slice-of-life character moments rather than big battles, and I have made some pretty fucking radical changes to some of the characters. An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy is an entirely different genre than Bleach, and that's ok, because fic usually is radically different than it's source material. But also be prepared.

TL;DR: Bleach is mid and that's ok! My fic is different than it and that is also ok! I still recommend it with the reservations of : it's prototypical of its time period and contains many of the gross tropes from that era. It is also very much a horror shonen, just to be clear. Fucked up shit happens on screen, mostly cannibalism! Which is great IMHO, but you should probably take a stroll through DoesTheDogDie.com for more specific trigger warnings before beginning.

[mulloey]

distracted

bad students must face the consequences of their behaviour. it doesn’t matter who your boyfriend is.

words: 2.9k

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warnings: dom!professors matz x sub!student reader, teacher-student relationship (hongjoong x you), power dynamics, threesome, punishment, spanking with ruler, very light anal play, face fucking, double penetration (mouth & pussy), under-negotiated kink, unprotected sex, sir kink, degradation, light dumbification etc

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“What is this?”

He waves the sheet in front of your face indignantly and you recognise it instantly as the test you’d taken last week; the red D scrawled in the top corner gives you away and you huff. “How did you even—”

“Seonghwa,” he says, cutting you off. You’d roll your eyes if you thought you’d get away with it right now.

You knew it was a bad idea, really, dating Hongjoong; he may not have been your professor, but he is a professor, so you should’ve figured he’d be in cahoots with your teachers. It’s not like discretion was a massive concern, anyway; your relationship is an open secret among the staff. It’s technically not allowed, but you’re a grad student, an independent adult and your parents donate enough money to the school that neither of you would be in too much trouble if anyone did find out anyway. So you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised that, when you turned in a piss-poor exam, Seonghwa had run off tattling to your boyfriend. Dickhead.

“I was just having a bad day,” you say. “I studied, really. I don't know what happened.”

Neither of you believe that, but you push your lips into a pout and do your best to look contrite—to play the sweet, innocent girl your boyfriend loves to ruin.

“Joong…” You try to sound scared but you both know you’re not; there’s nothing he could do to you that you wouldn’t enjoy, after all. You’re just as sick as each other.

Hongjoong chuckles, clicking his tongue. He looks thoughtful for a moment, like he’s pretending to be conflicted over whether to punish you or not, but he’s not very good at hiding his excitement. The regretful sigh he lets out when he makes his decision is laughably disingenuous. “Bad girl,” he says, shaking his head. “You know I can’t let you get away with this, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth to respond but he doesn’t give you time; he shoves you down harshly, bending you over his desk so your ass is sticking up in the air. It’s a familiar position that you’ve found yourself in time and time again since you met him and you body prepares itself automatically; expecting him to spank you, you stick your ass up higher and wait with bated breath for the first blow. It doesn’t come. You crane your head around, confused. “Joong, what—” Oh.

You don’t need to finish the question; standing behind you, next to Hongjoong, is the very man who’d got you in this predicament in the first place— your medieval history professor, Park Seonghwa himself. He tilts his head, smiling sweetly. “Good afternoon.”

Your jaw drops. You hadn’t expected this—when did he even come in, anyway? “Joong—”

“You think we didn’t notice how you look at him?” Your boyfriend asks coolly. It’s only because of the cock in his hand, hard and already leaking, that you’re not worried he’s mad at you; no, he loves this. You should’ve known.

“Is that why you failed?” Seonghwa asks. “Too busy dreaming about me bending you over your desk? You have a boyfriend; an esteemed colleague of mine, in fact.” His tone is chiding and you feel yourself flush.

Hongjoong snorts almost petulantly. “As if she cares about that.”

“No?” Seonghwa asks. “What does she care about, then?”

“Pull her panties down and find out.”

Your cunt throbs painfully at the surety of the demand and the dark look in Seonghwa’s eyes as he obliges without hesitation. He doesn’t ask permission before he touches you—he already has it from the one who matters, after all—but when he pushes your skirt up your back, his hands still momentarily; you smile into the wood as you realise what they’re both looking at—the white, lacy panties sitting snugly across your pert cheeks.

“Well, isn’t that a sight.” Seonghwa’s voice is hoarse and affected as he rubs a hand across the delicate material. You feel yourself tense under his touch, the unfamiliar feeling of his skin on yours, and he gently pinches the soft flesh. “Relax,” he mumbles. “Be good, yeah? I won’t hurt you, I’ll be gentle.”

A sweet sounding lie; you can tell from the heaviness of his hand as it comes to rest on your ass that he has no such intentions. He fingers softly at the lace of your panties, sighing ruefully. “These really are beautiful,” he muses. “I hate to have to take them down like this, but bad students have to learn, don’t they?”

“They certainly do.” You crane your neck to follow your boyfriend’s voice and find him leaning against the wall behind Seonghwa, staring you down with familiarly cold eyes. He cocks an eyebrow when you finally catch his gaze. “Got something to say, precious?”

“No, sir,” you whisper.

“Turn around, then,” he smiles. “I’m just here to watch.”

You turn back, though more so he doesn’t see you roll your eyes than out of a desire to obey him. Seonghwa has carefully shimmied your panties down to the middle of your thighs and the cold air of the office bites at your sensitive pussy.

“Spread your legs,” he says. “Show me how wet you are.“

Blushing furiously, you part your legs, spreading them as far as you can without snapping the panties bunched around your thighs. Seonghwa hums, running a long finger through your wet folds. The touch is unexpected but Hongjoong’s trained you well enough that you manage to stay still despite your surprise. You whine a little when he pulls away and you hear both men chuckle.

“Professor Kim,” Seonghwa says. His voice has a new quality; delicate and flirtatious as he addresses your boyfriend. “Come and taste how wet she is.”

You hear Hongjoong approach the elder and try to move around to see it, but Seonghwa’s firm hand on your neck holds you still. “I don’t think so, bad girl,” he tuts. “Only good little girls get to watch. Keep still.”

“Good call,” Hongjoong purrs. “She’s always loved seeing me with other people. Little pervert would probably start humping the table if she saw me doing this.”

You hear the wet, lewd sounds of Hongjoong sucking at Seonghwa’s finger, lapping up your juices with a noise of pleasure. “Delicious little slut,” he chuckles. “Let’s get her properly disciplined so we can play with her how she wants.”

Somehow you hear the wide grin in Seonghwa’s voice as Hongjoong backs away. “I quite agree.”

His hands rests on your ass again, squeezing it softly. “This is what’s gonna happen, little one. You got a 48 on my exam, didn’t you?”

You’re almost embarrassed to hear the number and you know Hongjoong is too. “Yes,” you whisper.

“Yes, Professor will do,” he says. “You’re not my friend, sweetheart. You’re just a wayward student being put back on the right path.”

Shame courses through you but it would be a lie to say it’s anything but thrilling. “Yes, professor,” you whisper.

He taps your ass appreciatively. “Good girl. So, you got a 48 on my exam. What was the pass mark?”

“60, Professor,” you mumble.

“Now that’s not very hard to achieve, is it Professor Kim?”

“It’s not. The pass marks in my class are higher, in fact.”

You want to roll your eyes at their smug, jovial tones but you’re too aroused now to do anything but anticipate.

“A pathetic score, really.” Seonghwa’s voice is closer than ever and you feel his presence just inches away. “Especially for such a bright young woman. I think you need to learn to separate your head—” he gathers a piece of your hair, gently folding it behind your ear “—and your pussy, hm?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good.“ Something long and thin taps at your bare skin and you recognise it instantly—the wooden ruler Hongjoong keeps in his desk drawer for when he’s feeling particularly on-the-nose about the taboo nature of your relationship.

“I’m going to hit you with this twelve times,” Seonghwa purrs. “For each of the marks you easily could have gotten if you hadn’t been too busy imagining my cock in your mouth. Yeah?”

You nod, feeling yourself pulse. “Yes, Professor.”

“Repeat after me, alright?” The first hit is quick and sharp, spread over your ass and it makes you gasp. Seonghwa chuckles and rubs the reddening flesh before he grabs your hair, yanking your head back to whisper in your ear. “One,” he says. “I’m sorry for being such a slut, Professor.”

You repeat it quietly and he tuts. “Louder than that, love. I’m sure your boyfriend wants to know you’re learning your lesson.”

You oblige, repeating it louder and he makes a noise of satisfaction before the ruler comes down again, this time at the tops of your thighs. “Two,” he says. “I’m sorry for thinking with my pussy instead of my head.”

“Two, I’m… I’m sorry for thinking with my pussy instead of my head.”

The next hit lands in the same spot. “Three. I’m sorry for dripping over Professor Kim’s desk just from being spanked.”

You blush in embarrassment; you’d half hoped he wouldn’t notice, but that was a tall order anyway. When it comes to Hongjoong and anything to do with him, you’ve never been subtle.

The next hits follow the same pattern, spread across your ass and thighs with each one making you gasp louder than the last.

“Four. I’m sorry for making Professor Park waste his time disciplining me.”

“Five. I’m sorry for daydreaming about choking on another man’s cock.”

“Six. I’m sorry for being arrogant enough to think I’d get away with such an embarrassing performance.”

The last one hits you right on your dripping pussy, making you scream and he grabs your hair, spinning you around to face him and your boyfriend; your eyes hone in on Hongjoong’s cock, pulsing in his hands before Seonghwa forces your attention back to him. “Twelve,” he growls. “I’m sorry for being such a cockwhore that I’m making Professor Park break his rule about sleeping with students.”

You can’t help but grin as you repeat his words, feeling proud. Of course, you knew from the moment you turned around and saw him standing there what was going to happen, but it’s nice to hear it from him. He smiles, grasping your neck gently. “Did you like that?” He asks. “Getting spanked by your professor while your boyfriend jerks off to it?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I liked it.”

“Well, now that you’ve learnt your lesson,” he says, “I think it’s time you got fucked, no?”

You nod and turn to your boyfriend; he tilts his head, nodding towards his hard cock. “You know what to do,” he says.

“Yes, sir.” You sink to your knees, staring up at Seonghwa and sending him a teasing smile before crawling towards Hongjoong. You open your mouth, letting him push his dick inside; after all this time together, he doesn’t need to ease you into it anymore and can go straight to fucking your mouth and you take it diligently, opening your throat the way he’s trained you to. You hear Seonghwa whistle, admiring.

“She sucks cock like a fucking pro,” he laughs; the arousal in his voice is thick and unmistakable. “You’ve trained her well, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong laughs too, patting your head. “I had an excellent student,” he grins. You smile around him at the praise and he curses. “You’re too good at this, babe, Jesus. Gonna cum before I even fuck you.”

He thrusts into your mouth a few more times before pulling out abruptly, shoving you off of him and in an instant Seonghwa’s hands are in your hair as he pulls you to your feet and shoves you back over the desk. You collide painfully with the wood but you barely notice; you’re used to being manhandled by now, and it only makes you more excited.

Large hands you recognise as Seonghwa’s grab your ass cheeks, pulling them apart slowly; the air hits your exposed holes and makes you jump in surprise but you quickly regain your composure. As you still yourself again you feel Hongjoong’s finger running gently across your asshole, almost like he’s inspecting it, before it slides down to toy with your pussy.

“Hm…” Seonghwa’s voice is teasing. “What’s your favourite hole of hers, Professor Kim?”

“What a question,” Hongjoong chuckles and you hear the smile in his voice. His finger prods gently at your rim, making you tense unconsciously and he tuts, lightly slapping the tight little hole. It’s a subtle, painless chastisement but it makes you whine all the same. “Now, now, kitty cat,” he chuckles. “I didn’t train you to squirm, did I?”

“No, sir,” you mumble.

“Good,” he says. “To answer your question, Hwa, I’d have to say her pussy. I love her ass, of course, but nothing compares to the way that little cunt clings to my dick like it’s just begging for a baby.”

“Well that does sound nice.” Seonghwa’s hands leave your ass, returning to your pussy to spread you open. “It looks snug,” he says. “What do you think, little one? Want your professor to breed you?”

It takes you a moment for your brain to catch up with the rest of you and you frown in confusion. “I- you mean you, Professor Park?” You ask. It comes out as more of a strangled cry; your head is a mess of arousal and you barely even register what he’s saying to you, let alone comprehend it fully.

He laughs, patting your soft skin gently. “Yes, perhaps I should be more clear. It must be confusing to be bending over in front of two of your teachers.”

Your face burns at the obvious mockery; the degrading, sneering tone of his voice but you say nothing. Seonghwa hums. “So?” He asks sweetly. “You want me in your cunt, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please, Professor.”

“There’s those manners,” he praises.

He keeps a firm grip on your hips as he slides in from behind; the feeling of his skin against your still burning ass is uncomfortable, but the way his cock is stretching you as he buries himself inside you is the only thing your brain can process right now.

He’s just as big as Hongjoong, maybe a little bigger, but his thrusts are more fluid and controlled; where Hongjoong fucks you like an animal hungry for more, Seonghwa fucks you with precision; with intention. His hands on your hips are firm yet gentle and the way he finds you in your deepest places has your head spinning with euphoria. “Jesus,” he curses. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

You open your mouth to respond, barely getting a whine out before you feel hands in your hair, yanking at it to pull you forward. Hongjoong comes into view on the other side of the desk, his dick somehow still hard as he feeds it into your mouth. “There you go,” he coos. “Keep it hard, baby.”

You nod as best as you can and the friction against his dick makes your boyfriend groan. “Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking good with cock you could make me cum on accident.”

The feeling of two dicks inside you makes it hard to focus on either one; let alone to begin to process the filthy words they spit down at you. Intesd you close your eyes, letting the tears fall as Hongjoong starts to fuck your throat again; you’re limp against the desk now, held up solely by the wood and by the two men using you to satisfy themselves. “Oh shit,” Hongjoong says, seeing your dazed expression. “Baby’s gone dumb already.” He strokes your hair gently, a small comfort between punishing thrusts. “You okay, little dove?”

You groan in response, unable to do much else; it makes them laugh and Seonghwa pats your ass affectionately. “You’re doing so well,” he says. “I’m almost there, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up real nice, yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you gasp.

The feeling of Seonghwa’s thrusts growing faster and harder and more desperate is overwhelming; coupled with the sensation of Hongjoong’s cock hitting the back of your throat again and again, it’s almost unbearable. Your fingers claw against the wood, surely leaving marks but you don’t care; you feel unlike you ever have before, stuffed full and used by two of the most attractive men you’ve ever even imagined.

You’re in so deep that you don’t even realise it’s over until the emptiness of your mouth and cunt becomes obvious; you feel cum leaking from your hole, a wet substance dripping down the desk and only when you look closer do you figure out what it is—squirt. You squirted. You squirted all over your boyfriend’s desk with another man’s cock in your pussy and you’ve never been more fucked out and satisfied than you are now.

When you stand up fully your legs, numbed and weakened by their abuse, start to give out but Hongjoong is there in an instant; he catches you in his arms, lowering himself to the ground so he can cradle you in his lap. You’re faintly aware of Seonghwa’s voice and strong hands stroking your hair before he’s gone, and it’s just you and Hongjoong.

“Good girl,” he mutters. “You took that so well.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “I only hope your performance in Professor Park’s class improves soon. Otherwise he’ll have to tutor you if you want to keep your spot in his class.”

Your heart jumps. “What?”

“Uni rules,” he shrugs, appearing nonchalant but the knowing smile on his face tells all. “If you fail two exams in a row, that’s what happens.”

You don’t know why he seems so surprised when you turn up in his office a month later with a D-minus and an already leaking pussy. He always knew you were insatiable.

Lucky for you, so are they.

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[littjara-mirrorlake]

Nonexhaustive list of creatures I don't think should be able to get compleated

Because it's been 2 years since MOM but I'm still critiquing the biology in it anyway

Spirits and other immaterial beings I firmly believe, and this was fairly consistent in canon until MOM, that Phyrexian oil works on two fronts: physical and mnemonic. That's it. The oil can convert tissues or metal that it physically touches, and it is a vehicle of information transfer that can bend minds toward whatever ideology is contained in it--i.e. the will of Yawgmoth or Elesh Norn. Canon used to be very specific that Phyrexian oil can convert metal to flesh and vice versa. Nothing in there about spiritual creatures--or the fabric of funeral shrouds, for that matter.

Elementals Similar reasoning. Elementals are made of neither metal nor flesh, and should not be able to get converted.

Aetherborn, Kaldheim changelings Listed together because I believe they are extremely similar subtypes of the same creature. Aetherborn are made of aether, and changelings are thought to be made of the stuff of the Cosmos--Kaldheim's local equivalent of the Blind Eternities. Just as Phyrexian oil is largely incompatible with the retention of the aether soul in a creature that is compleated, I can't imagine that it plays well with the physiology of a mostly-or-completely aether creature. There's a chance this was actually confirmed or hinted at in Consuming Aetherborn, though it's likely they weren't literally drinking Phyrexian oil. There are no Kaldheim changelings in MOM so at least I don't have that to pick on.

Cosmos monsters, eldrazi Like aetherborn and changelings, I am listing these together because I believe they are analogous, just on different scales (the planar/interrealm scale vs. the Multiversal scale). They are eldritch plane-eaters that exist in the space between realms/planes, which is commonly known as the Blind Eternities. Like aetherborn and changelings they are not truly physical beings but projections of the Eternities. They should not be able to get affected by Phyrexian oil.

Most gods Similar logic to those above, but with a significant exception. Gods that I think can get compleated are those 1) heavily influenced by mortal belief (Theros) or 2) those who are basically mortals but with magical augmentation (Kaldheim). These are affected by the mnemonic and physical axes of action of the Phyrexian oil, respectively. This is one thing that I actually think MOM did right in portraying Phyrexia's approach to Theros, though it would've also been wild and surprisingly plausible to see a Yawgmoth Resurrected.

I'm withholding judgement on Capenna angels, because I don't know (and haven't speculated) enough about the actual biology of how their bodies produce and retain Halo, but this also does strike me as odd. I had always thought that Halo was some kind of angelic essence that could be extracted from the bodies of angels, and it "running out" doesn't make the most sense to me.

And then there are random, seemingly completely regular creatures that can resist--and enjoy consuming--Phyrexian oil. I have no explanation for this, but they seem to be having a pretty good time. Maybe Yargle is immaterial-spirit enough to resist it?

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A Father Tradition - pt 1

(dedicated to @conchoronzon)

“You’re perfect,” John murmured, his voice low and impossibly smooth as he ran his fingers over the taut, rippling muscles of his son’s chest. “Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve molded you into… it’s all here. In you.”

Ethan, broad-shouldered and chiseled, his body a testament to years of rigorous training, looked up at his father with a mixture of pride and unease. John’s touch was warm, almost possessive, and it sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine. “Thanks, Dad,” he said, flexing unconsciously under his father’s scrutiny. “I’ve been pushing hard. The new routine… it’s working.”

“It’s more than working,” John replied, his lips curling into a sharp, predatory grin. “You’re a god among men, Ethan. And soon… soon… all of this will be eternal.” His hand lingered on Ethan’s chest, his fingers pressing just a little too hard, as if he were testing the firmness of the flesh beneath.

Ethan frowned, his brows knitting together. “What do you mean, eternal?”

John’s grin widened, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. “You’ll see.”

---

John sat in his bedroom. The walls were lined with photographs—his sons, all of them. Ethan, muscular and confident, Brad, agressive and dominant, Lucas, lean but defined, his body honed to perfection. And then there were the others, their faces frozen in time, their bodies now a part of him. He traced a finger over the frame of a photo, his mind drifting back to the deal he’d made centuries ago.

The devil had been… persuasive. The promise of eternal youth, of power beyond measure, had been too tempting to resist. And so, John had become a pred, a man with the ability to consume others and absorb their strength, their vitality, their very essence. It was a gift, he told himself. A blessing. The key to perfection.

But perfection required sacrifice.

John leaned back, his gaze falling to the mirror on the wall. Even now, centuries later, he was handsome. Middle-aged, with a jawline that could cut glass and a body that rivaled the best of them. But time was a cruel mistress, and even the devil’s bargain had its limits. He could feel it—the faintest whisper of age creeping in, the subtle ache in his joints, the first signs of wrinkles around his eyes.

He needed to feed.

And Ethan… Ethan was ready.

---

John had always been a manipulator. It was his gift, his art. He could weave words like silk, wrapping them around his sons until they were bound to him, willing to do anything for his approval. Ethan had been no different. From the moment he was born, John had molded him, shaping him into the perfect vessel. The perfect meal.

It had started innocently enough—encouragement to lift weights, to eat right, to push himself beyond his limits. But it hadn’t taken long for John to introduce supplements, then steroids, always with the promise of greatness. And Ethan, eager to please, had followed without question.

Now, as John watched his son flex in the mirror, he felt a pang of pride. Ethan was everything he’d hoped for—strong, virile, with a body that radiated power. But beneath that pride was something darker, something hungry.

“Why don’t we take this to the next level?” John had said one evening, his tone casual, as if he were suggesting a new workout routine. “You’ve already surpassed your brothers in every way. But there’s a final step… a way to make all of this permanent.”

Ethan had hesitated, his brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

John had smiled then, his eyes gleaming. “Trust me, son. By the time we’re done, you’ll be everything I’ve ever wanted.”

---

Now, here they were.

John leaned in closer, his breath warm against Ethan’s skin. “You’ve always trusted me, haven’t you?”

Ethan nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Of course, Dad.”

“Good.�� John’s hand moved to the back of Ethan’s neck, his grip firm but not painful. “Because this… this is where you become more than just my son. This is where you become me.”

Ethan’s eyes widened, confusion and fear flickering in their depths. “What are you—”

But before he could finish, John’s mouth opened impossibly wide, his jaw unhinging like a snake’s. Ethan staggered back, his muscles tensing as he tried to pull away, but John’s grip was like iron. With a speed that belied his age, John surged forward, his mouth engulfing Ethan’s head in a single, fluid motion.

Ethan’s scream was muffled, his body convulsing as John’s throat expanded, swallowing him whole. Muscle by muscle, inch by inch, John devoured his son, his body swelling with each gulp. The room was filled with the sound of wet, rhythmic swallowing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and fear.

And then… it was over. John took hours to finish consuming Ethan, and the process was always a delicious agony. He could feel Ethan inside him, screaming to be free, fear and adrenaline flooding his veins, now John's bloodstream as well. The muscles being redistributed to his own older frame, remaking him, rejuvenating his flesh. He could feel his face changing, being more handsome by taking Ethan traits for himself. And that wasnt the best part, the boy had a good 8 inches of man meat, that mass was added to his own schlong as well, enlarging, swelling his virility further, now shy of 11 inches of superior white cock. And his testicles, the literal family jewels that made all this possible to continue, the fille themselves with the essence, the potential Ethan had as a male, he was so fucking fertile, but now it was taken, harvested into his father's large balls, making them even more fertile. John looked in pride of how much he got, the next woman he breeds shall make an even more perfect male, possibly many, his seed became so concentrated he was sure he could make as many boys as he could get his cock into a pussy. And that was a lot.

John stood tall, his body rippling with new power. His muscles were thicker, more defined, his skin taut and smooth. He ran a hand over his chest, a low, satisfied groan escaping his lips. Perfect.

He glanced at the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with a smug, self-satisfied grin. “Forever young,” he murmured, his voice deeper, richer than before. “Forever perfect.”

But as he turned away from the mirror, a flicker of something passed through his eyes—something dark, something hungry. There were still sons to mold, still sacrifices to make. And he… he would never stop. Not until he was everything. Not until he was God.

“Who’s next?”

[mysteryanimator]

Breaking down "Even the Iron Still Fears the Rot" (almost) shot by shot!

The fan-animatic can be viewed here!

HEADS UP: This is a fan-made content. I am a fan. I just love Castlevania/animation a lot and I love storyboarding nuances and making people cry over character dynamics. Also apologises for any grammatical/spelling mistakes!

I wasn't planning to do another breakdown of my own work, simply due to imposter syndrome but I genuinely put so much love and care into this animatic! I want to talk about it! Also, people have been really open to hearing about my inspiration and notes, and why I take the directions I do for my work, even if it's fan-made, so here we go!

(Also the reciprocation of my animatics has been so kind and uplifting, and I'm really glad that there's a lot of love for them as much as I love doing them! I learn and grow with every single board I make, it's been really fun! I hope I get to shine this much passion in the future in actual work!)

Since this is also an adaptation of a fan one-shot by Aquila, (which you can read here!) I knew I wanted to evoke what they had written and interject some of my own nuances/personal readings to their story to elevate what they had! In turn, kind of created this monster (positive) of a fan creation haha. There are some changes/rearranging the placement of aspects of the one-shot to strengthen the existing tension going on!

With this out the way, let's begin!

(heads up, for any shots I completely skip over, it is because I'm reaching image limits here)

I wanted to evoke that strong halo light you see in a lot of media. Often than not, this visual is used to depict the character as a divine force of nature and/or when a character is bobbing in and out of death. It can also be a very very terrifying image, as, for example, s02e8, Mizrak is literally all dark with a brightly lit background. It is scary- BUT people will say hot because it's Mizrak but hey, look, all I can say is I fully understand haha. It all depends on your intentionality and what follows before and after to give context to your scene!

Mizrak is dead. Well, undead now. Olrox is the so-called angel giving him life and love and this halo of light gets repeated a few times!

By the end, not only do their literal positions switch, but their roles shift too so I hoped to convey that visually by also giving Mizrak that halo glow for the second last shot. At the start, Olrox consumes Mizrak’s love, and then it ends with Mizrak consuming Olrox’s love. Guh I love blood themes in vamprisim.

This shot honestly took me a bit to do, since I was going a lot cleaner than usual, the expression for Mizrak was super important for me to get right. I wanted him to look like he was about to die- yet still have an unwavering amount of life in him. (Also I hadn't warmed up drawing in this cleaned-up style so it definitely was me messing around). It was important for me for this to feel like a POV shot to contrast the first scene so we can get inside the mind of Olrox!

This too is where I only have sound effects since I can't have voice so I limit my SFX to the only most vital things to elevate things I personally find better elevate the scene with audio. It only happens TWICE. The heartbeat. His wrist is shown and from context clues from not only S01 of Nocturne with Tera's turning, but a whole bunch of other vampire media- the wrist is a place where the dead accept their new life of immortality!

Also, the pulse effect was definitely inspired by the transformation of Sekmet! I'm not sure personally if this went to a further stage I'd want to keep this since I'd personally want something more unique for vampire turning, more specifically for Olrox, HOWEVER, I think it still does a good job conveying the supernatural pull for the time being!

Wow who saw this coming HAHA

Immediately when I saw the line where Olrox said he went to straddle him immediately, my mind went to go and try to parallel this scene again! I don't have much to say about this shot rather than the feet are purposefully cut out for animation convenience's sake HAHA.

Jumpscare for sudden Olrox character layout (even though he's really off model and sketchy here HAHA)

I was again, wanting to depict Olrox BATHED in light and since this animatic is purely in greyscale (with accents of colour), I could really push for dramatic lighting when it called for it! This is also why some of the scenes just do not have backgrounds at all. I wanted to make some of the scenes as "heavenly" as possible and for Mizrak to be embraced by the light because Olrox is giving him a new a life.

If this were to ever be animated (I won't be since it would take too much of my time, but it's still a good thing to note when boarding anything... maybe I'll do cleaned screenshots since those are a breeze, or animate ONE scene from this animatic... we'll see what I have time for. I unfortunately don't have proper time to try and figure out the layout of s02e8 bgs and paint them. I did consider quickly doing a 3d mock-up but no haha), the light in the background can probably be lit with candles since it was already pre-established in s02e8! Also, the windows can reflect light into the room so there's that too since Mizrak was backlit in that episode too!

Fun fact, this entire scene was the first thing I ever thought up and why I started even making it. I thought about how cool of a visual it would be to have Mizrak's eye in the reflection.

I wanted to imbue the fact that Mizrak does not fear Olrox holding a blade, hell, he's not even looking at the blade. He's looking at Olrox. What is described as a relic from a terrifying past, Mizrak is not scared. Mizrak is not scared of Olrox.

This is where the heartbeat occurs AGAIN. This is mostly to signal to the audience what Olrox actually has planned. He's not feeding Mizrak from his wrist but from his actual chest, especially with how gently Olrox runs his hands over it.

I debated a lot on where the initial cut should go. The heart, for sentimentality, under the breast in the same way Christ had been pierced, etc etc- however I landed on just dead set in the middle so it could form a cross that would grow bigger and bigger as the animatic went on. (Fun fact, the blob of blood turns into a little heart as he squeezes his chest)

I wanted to put some weight to the repressed catholic guilt, so I thought a cool visual way to showcase that Mizrak has only known how to love is via worshipping God which has consumed his entire being and self. God has given him faith, a companion in the hardest of times when the world has abandoned him.

Now, once again, his world has abandoned him. The Hospitaller Order of Saint John of God is gone. In the face of death and fearing the devil will be waiting. Olrox has given him love, and he will be a companion in the hardest of times. He will not abandon Mizrak.

This aspect of the cross in the animatic gets expanded upon as time goes on. Both literally as the cross literally turns into a pool of blood more closely to the symbol Mizrak bares, but also it slowly expands upon Mizrak feeding off Olrox's love! I'll add some more of my personal notes when we get there!

Also by far one of my favourite scenes I've drawn. It's still rough but it decidedly made me go a lot cleaner with the rest of the storyboard!

This is supposed to be suddenly jarring because it cuts midway through Olrox in a midshot to a close-up of a hand! We need to see him actively halt Olrox for just a moment, but also to show that even when it's sudden- its not hostile, it's gentle.

This shot does a couple of things!

It showcases how gently Mizrak is reaching out to Olrox

It helps to continually establish Mizrak submission to vampirism. He is constantly placed on the bottom from the composition, or we as an audience, are always looking down at Mizrak! Seeing parts of Olrox here really cements this fact as Olrox towers over him to the point we don't even see him fully!

It helps to lead into the Fallen Angel reference!

This shot makes me sob because it is so gentle. Despite being placed constantly much higher in the composition in the animatic, therefore making him the most powerful in this dynamic- in no way Olrox is intentionally made out to be an intimidating figure. He is comfort. He is a companion. He will not abandon Mizrak. The act of turning Mizrak might be read as selfish. It may be read as cheating the natural cycle of life, it may be everything wrong and doomed as your mind makes it to be, however, it is done out of love. Morals, whether good or bad, no longer matters because Olrox is in love. Love has such a strong chokehold on this series, so I'm shoving as much love into these characters as I can. Both literally make these characters so sickly desiring love that it will be their doom and saving grace, but also me as an artist deeply putting love and thought into this board because care a lot about how to convey these complex emotions! Sure it is quite easy to churn out boards without care, but without putting care into your boards, your characters and stories lack life (in my personal opinion).

Immediately, this animatic shook me and told me to put in a reference to The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabnel!

Also, how does one portray the soul? EYES. Eyes are the window to the soul. Mizrak’s eyes are also considerably the most important/crucial part of his design. His eyes in both seasons ‘glow in the dark’ due to the highlights in his eyes. Mizrak is considerably really emotive too and that was important to me to emphasize. I wanted to capture his essence, his soul if you will, into this shot.

This is also why this shot is done really prettily if you will.

The reflection of Olrox's eye in Mizrak's is important here! Olrox is here to act to comfort Mizrak. Even when Olrox is not on the screen with us, he is majorly present here. He will not abandon Mizrak. Also, since it is coupled with this line, people can choose to infer what they wish with Olrox! It can symbolize Olrox does have a soul, it can symbolize how Olrox and Mizrak are now intertwined together, it can symbolize Mizrak reciprocating Olrox's love. The list can go on! I give that room for open interpretation (same as the rest of the animatic, the only reason I'm going through, breaking down almost shot by shot is that I deeply care about this sort of thing, and I know other people do too!)

This shot, is deceptively simple but it's here to actually initiate a bunch of scenes I wanted to happen after this!

Firstly, I needed a very nonchalant but easy way for Olrox to let go of Mizrak's hand without needing to overcomplicate. I needed something that gave it just enough importance for the hand kiss BUT not too much where it is the sole focus on the shot.

Secondly, I needed a way for Olrox to lean down to Mizrak and initiate him being way closer to him.

Thirdly, it acts to parallel another shot that happens with Mizrak where instead of going diagonally down, he goes diagonally up!

This is one of the points where I visually slightly deviate from the one-shot! I really REALLY wanted to emphasize Olrox's dialogue here so I chopped up and elongated the scene to make it that much more intense and tender. Which is why we get the next two close up shots!

Look it was very VERY important to me to have Olrox cup Mizrak's face and intentionally cut off his eyes. The important part I wanted to focus on solely was his hand and Mizrak looking up because genuinely, Mizrak's eyes are 'distracting' and it would remove the focus on the gesture! Also I am saving Mizrak's eyes for the next shot haha

After this shot too, you may notice the blood from his neck disappears for the rest of the animatic. This is because, after this, it began to take too much of a visual focus away from the blood on Olrox's chest since it is bright red against greys in the shot. We can chalk it up to Olrox wiping the blood off when he goes to cup him.

"The most beautiful soul a vampire can posses."

It was so important to me that we get a BEAUTIFUL shot of Mizrak. I needed the audience to see his entireeee face close up, unobscured by anything. Olrox is holding a beautiful soul in his hands. He's holding Mizrak. Actually makes me sob.

This shot by the way has been repeated 3 times with slight variations by this point. Yes, this is a very pretty shot so how could I not help but repeat it? HOWEVER, I was trying to make a reference to how Mizrak has said Olrox's name only 3 times in the show with a variation of what was said around it. After that, Olrox calls him my love, basically unlocking a new stage in their relationship.

So here, three times when he looks at Olrox, he's mentally calling out his name. After this, Olrox brings him to a new stage in the relationship.

Also in Catholicism, a lot of things are in 3s. One of the major ones is that three times, Christ fell over carrying the cross. On the third hour of that day, he died and on the third day, he was resurrected from the dead. The three sacraments that welcome someone into the Kingdom of God are Baptism, Communion, and Confirmation as they all build off one another! I could go on both those are the main points AND I feel you might get the gist now!

It was very important to me that when Olrox makes this promise, we HAVE to see his full face. This is why it's a close-up.

It lets for no shadow of a doubt that Olrox means what he says here. He's looking AT Mizrak. He's telling the truth to him.

This is a parallel to a much earlier shot of Olrox! He moves closer to Mizrak by going from top right to bottom left, while Mizrak moves closer to Olrox by going from bottom left to top right! You also both see them exit the screen too!

In this shot, we bring back that halo vibe but also this is a reference to S01E04 and S02E08! The curtain! It is BOTH their first-ever shots to establish a new scene, so I wanted to go “Hey this is establishing a new scene- a new life for Mizrak and Olrox.”

The camera is super purposefully cut just below the eyes. You can see them open then closed, but we will never ever get to see the look he had in his eyes, the single decision in his brain that let him indulge. That’s only for Olrox, and only Olrox will know.

From here on out, A LOT of the shots of Mizrak get segmented/have his face hidden for that reason too (except for one shot, also done intentionally).

When Mizrak actually closes his lips around the blood- it’s on the growling sound in the song. Mizrak has turned into the animal that he’s been calling vampires. In this new life, he is now given the choice to be freed from the man-made shackles of shame and guilt. To be untamed and unrestricted. A wild animal so to speak!

Honestly, I spent a lot of my time here (besides the pretty Olrox frames) because I was super particular about how I wanted to portray Mizrak giving into sucking the blood. The way he accepts vampirism is vital because it sets the tone and mood for how the rest of the board feel since his face gets hidden and you now have to infer from when you saw his face last.

If you have seen my analyses or my work before, you will know how much I enjoy having a frame within a frame. I loveeee my boxes! They're in the box! TOGETHER! THE CENTER TOO! There are no real divisions with the exception of Olrox's head which is important because it's not Mizrak we're focused on at this point in time, it's Olrox~

This is because the one-shot, even in third person, is mostly through Olrox's perspective!

Also, the camera is moving around in this shot, and the following subsequent shots! It hopefully gives off the "hand-held" feel, which often is associated with feeling as if you're right there in the moment with them.

Why pillows?

This is me shaking you to say how the blood-drinking is an allusion for sex if that wasn't already obvious enough. So showing pillows coupled with Olrox groaning really goes "Yes they are technically doing it."

Originally this shot (and the previous shot) was supposed to be way more pulled out, but I was saving it for the very last shot of the animatic so I went to pillows with the tinest hint of their body in the frame to make it seem super scandalous. Like what on earth could they be doing for me to cut them mostly out of the frame? Also also, the pillow was supposed to have an embroidery of a painting from 1790s or earlier BUT, for the life of me, I could not decide what I wanted and I did not want to keep reusing the same references I have had in past work. I didn't want to fuss about it for too long since its more of an easter egg rather than adding to the story. The main point is pillow = fucking HAHA.

Side tangent, you can get away with SO MUCH by having blood drinking be an allusion to sex. Like obviously when you have an age rating you must abide by, you must be creative with how you go about mature topics (my age rating is YouTube hahaha)! Not only is blood drinking in vampirism just inherently queer-coded, but the intimacy of it can convey so much more if it was just a regular ol' sex scene! I actually deeply enjoy conveying nsfw topics into art because you can discuss character dynamics at a much more vulnerable, raw state that literally bares them to just their essence and their current desires/needs. However I am getting off-topic, let's get back to it!

This shot was actually heavily inspired by the statue Adoration by Stephen Sinding!

While there are a lot of differences now simply because Mizrak is at Olrox's chest, I still hope that the vibe of that statue is still imbued. It also gives the sense of not only Olrox adoring Mizrak in this very moment, but Mizrak is too despite not seeing his face. Again quite intentional because it's only for Olrox to see.

Also, a lot of people have been telling me how Olrox is breastfeeding him, and in technicality, they're not wrong, he's feeding blood, from his chest. It is the funniest thing ever LOL

This shot was important to really focus in on his throat and how, much like in the one-shot, Mizrak is literally not taking breaths and is just continually consuming Olrox.

Wet sounds fill the room as his throat bobs with each steady gulp...He doesn’t stop, doesn’t take a moment to gasp for breath.

I also just wanted to make this scene feel very slow in order to contrast with a much more passion-filled desire that consumes Mizrak in this animatic! Also hopefully the descent of blood and the descent of the camera helps to strengthen the idea of Mizrak descending into vampirism!

It felt really cheesy to have this close-up shot of his eye HOWEVER at the time, I thought this was by far the clearest way to convey the immediate switch from gentle devotion to devouring devotion and how suddenly rapid it is. In my brain, the stylization for his eyes open would be textured and pulse in the same way Olrox's wrist did, which is why it's just outlined. I'm once again not 100% set on the pulse look and it probably needs some iterations if I ever came back to it again.

Also, the green hearts in his eyes only come through when he's actively consuming blood from his chest! The heart motif comes back later when Mizrak ends up throwing up the blood!

Here's the cross again, except it is growing bigger. This was very important to me that you see how "gentle" the blood-sucking is at first. A gentle devotion despite the "terrifying" shadow of Mizrak. Also, super an excuse to have kiss marks in my animatic, I love painting them in my art because it can say a lot with placement and how aggressively smudged they are!

Also, I thought it would be SO FUN to have Mizrak's turned self literally have his eyes overlay where Olrox's eyes are. It conveys how Mizrak and Olrox are now switching roles in this animatic! For the first half of this animatic, Olrox has been placed pretty high up in the shot composition, or where the camera looks up to put him in a high place of power! It makes him appear way more etheral and otherworldly, while Mizrak was placed lower in the composition, always looking up at him! Which I'm hoping invokes religious imagery of a God and his worshipper/follower!

When Mizrak's transformation is set, the dynamic switches up. For the rest of the animatic, Mizrak is now placed at a more supernatural/otherwordly position, while Olrox is just there passively, letting Mizrak BE in this position. He does not fight it, he embraces it, embraces how Mizrak reciprocates his love, his desire, and all his messy complications, much like how earlier in the animatic, Mizrak embraces vampirism.

Also if you slow it down enough you can see how I accidentally left my perspective grids in it HAHA, but it goes by fast enough it doesn't really matter! (I guess it's also kind of indicative of my natural style when it comes to digital painting too, I genuinely like having my sketch still peek through into the final painting!)

Wow even more shots to cement the new role switch AND how much much of the passionate need to consume is controlling his urges! Free to consume at his leisure, he is no longer bound by human nature (for now)!

This shot and his leg shot help to really strip Mizrak of his humanity. Faces in a shot really help to connect people to the characters because we see the emote, we see them breathe, we see them live. Especially for a character like Mizrak? He's super expressive face-wise and I'm purposefully not showing you the defining features of Mizrak. Here I am basically going "Mizrak is no longer human."

This is why in horror/thrillers with antagonist characters, we don't see their faces much and are saved for only key moments (usually, again your intentionality matters). It doesn't allow us to connect with the character on a much more human level. Think of Count Orlok from Nosferatu (2024). Purposefully a lot of his character is shrouded in darkness, focusing on his hands and other aspects, never his face, and even then it is really hard to make out because so much of him is obscured. It makes him that much of an imposing intimidating character! Otherworldly and something that we cannot fully understand.

This is a flipped version of Mizrak's close-up eye shot much earlier when he asked if his soul would remain. Again to hark on how Mizrak and Olrox are switching roles in this animatic! Olrox is looking at Mizrak's soul as we speak.

Despite us not seeing Mizrak's face, we as an audience noticing how unhuman Mizrak has suddenly become, Olrox looks quite gently at him and that was important to convey!

Woo! Lot's of horizontal lines here! While the camera is moving towards the left, Mizrak is moving right!

Originally this shot was going to have Mizrak's teeth sinking into Olrox like a very cool Olrox throwing his head back and Mizrak's fang reveal HOWEVER, I want to leave the "carnage" and bloodshed of the feeding out of the frame and only have it show up in very specific moments so I can have those moments actually have their proper impacts. I did not want to show any part of the front of his face at all since it would dampen the effect later on, so I opted for this instead. The legs give a sense of "something is happening but we don't know what, but it's to a point where Mizrak's entire body is moving oh jeez." Won't lie, this looks very sexual and I'm purposefully toying with that line again because blood drinking is an allusion to sex.

Also, I'm continuing the concept of having aspects of Mizrak's face only for Olrox's eyes. What does he look like when he's actively consuming him with such passion? Idk, Olrox you tell me.

This is everything I was building up for when I introduced the small crosses! The physical manifestation of how Mizrak reciprocates.

My thought process here was that Mizrak only knows how to love by fully devoting himself because that's all he's done for God. So he applies it here. He is reciprocating love, but it is FULL ON. It is intense. It is all-consuming.

The face once again is obscured for all the reasons I have mentioned before, but also it REALLY helps to really hard cut to Mizrak choking on the blood after because before it seemed like he was doing just fine. He is literally looking DOWN at Olrox, he takes up A LOT of the screen with just his back and head. He literally gets pulled into full focus while Olrox is blurred in the background. He appears like he is in control of the situation, however it could not be further from the truth.

Also, I was mostly inspired by the insane amount of bible verses talking about blood, so I'll drop some of those here!

John 6:53-56 ESV

So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink. Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him.

Ezekiel 16:6 ESV 

“And when I passed by you and saw you wallowing in your blood, I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’ I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’

Matthew 26:28 ESV

"For this is my [Christ's] blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins."

Absolute contrast to most of the other shots, not only because I decided to add way more character acting here, but it's because we actually see his FULL face. It's intentional because Mizrak realizes himself now so we need to see him have this reaction. I wanted to show that he is still a person. He still has a soul. He may not be human, but he does have a mind that can think and a heart that can love. He still retains human qualities.

He's choking on all the blood (a physical manifestation of love) and his body is rejecting it. He's not used to consuming this amount of love and he's not used to being self-indulgent. It's deeply overwhelming.

I wanted to say I LOVED drawing blood it is SO FUN, planning the camera movement, and how Mizrak coughs at specific moments was sooo fun. I wanted this to be MESSY AND INTENSE. I wanted the audience to feel the weight of Mizrak's sudden distraught. I wanted to throw him around and to really hark on this line from the one-shot.

What has he done? What has been done to him? What has he become?

It helps to deeply contrast with how still and gentle the next scene is!

Yes, that is right, Olrox's pupils are DILATED :)

Coupled with the fact that the blood splatters are hearts! They're outlined in cyan! Olrox has a massive heart-shaped blood splatter on his cheek while Mizrak has a few heart-shaped splatters BUT there are gaps in his bloodied mouth that create heart shapes as if Mizrak spewed out those hearts!

Firstly this is because Mizrak literally eats at his chest where the heart is. Secondly, I'm again pushing for Mizrak to consume and throw up his love due to how overwhelming it is. Not only is Olrox's love for him literally beyond his imagination, but Mizrak is trying to love back in with that same amount of passion and utter devotion. A lot is happening for this new-born vampire that is pushing and pulling at him. His emotional state is so overwhelming that it is manifested in physical form.

The green reflections are shown to visually communicate Olrox anchoring Mizrak back, as, throughout the animatic, it is one of the things that ease or calm him down. I could not portray it through voice BUT I can portray it via visual (guys walk with me here, imagine the insane combo of audio and visual, it would be so tasty). The sole reason why I did not have hearts in his eyes here is simply because I reserved the heart motif for when he's actively drinking out of Olrox's chest (so he's literally consuming his love) or when he's spitting out the blood!

Also, the reason why I cut to his eyes rather than pan to them is purely because I wanted the violence of his mouth to be suddenly jarring to the gentleness in his eyes. I didn't want the slow reveal, I wanted the "OMG the blood- aw Mizrak...."

"Lulled into a sense of hazy compliance by Olrox’s voice, the former monk carefully lowers himself and continues though not for long."

This final shot was soooo important to me to include. The “musty inn room” was mentioned much earlier during Mizrak’s transformation but there was a poeticism by having what is considerably the blossoming moment of their complicated relationship be the final shot. With the lyrics also ending with "Take me back to Eden" how could I not? Clearly, both the rooms between s01e4 and s02e8 are parallel to each other. The only difference is that s02e8 has the room be both red AND GREEN, while s01e4 is just earthy/green. Olrox has taken them both back to their earthly paradise. This is their Garden of Eden.

Woo ok and we're done! Also yes I do thumbnails for these, it's half the reason why I'm fast (this entire animatic, cleaned and everything, was done in 3 days good lord. Is that fast? I can't tell) I make the barest of bones chicken scratch of sketches to get a feel of pace/vibe, then I do my roughs/cleans and add/take away shots necessary for the story that needs to be told. I normally would not let this see the light of day because these are AWFUL BUT, this post is also half a documentation of my personal process so I'm going to close my eyes and share this HAHA

If you got this far, thank you for reading me geek out about this! I find a lot of joy in the visual storytelling medium. As much as I do enjoy animating, (wow could you guys tell in the name?) I have a deep love and passion for storyboarding personally and I get sit back, and enjoy crafting the entire picture! I still have a long way to go but I'm having fun and I'm pursuing my passions of storytelling!

I desperately want to make more animatics, dealing with different tones, pace etc, but I genuinely have to go prioritize other things for now that will help me build these skills hahaha. I say this but who knows, seeing my current track record haha, look I can do both. I follow wherever my creativity takes me. I may have missed a few things but I have to wrap this up now!

Thank you again! The final takeaway, go watch Castlevania again and go be inspired by animation <33333

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NSFW, explicit sexual content, strong language, dominance/submission, praise & degradation kink, possessiveness, mild voyeurism, power imbalance, explicit commands, rough sex, edging/teasing, orgasm control.

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You and Toge have been dating since you were first years and now both of you are 3rd years. Many get confused why the hell both of you were dating. The social butterfly and the boy that can barely talk. It really didn''t make any fucking sense.

But somehow, it worked.

You, the loud and energetic one, always buzzing with excitement, and Toge, the quiet yet deadly sorcerer who spoke in cryptic onigiri ingredients. People looked at the two of you like you were a mismatched puzzle—one piece bright and chaotic, the other cool and subdued.

"It doesn’t make any fucking sense," was a phrase you heard more times than you could count.

But to you? It made perfect sense.

Because Toge didn’t need to say much.

His actions spoke louder than words ever could.

The way he always made sure you ate first before touching his own food, even if you weren’t hungry. The way his hand would instinctively reach for yours when you walked side by side, fingers tracing idle patterns against your palm. The way he’d pull you into his arms after missions, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing grounding him to reality.

And when he did use his voice?

"Careful." His way of telling you to watch your back.

"Rest." When he knew you were pushing yourself too hard.

"Mine." Low and husky against your ear, when he felt possessive, when he needed you to know exactly who you belonged to.

It worked because when the world was too loud, Toge found comfort in your presence. And when you needed peace, he was your silent sanctuary.

So, let them be confused. Let them wonder why the hell you were together.

Because neither of you ever had to question it.

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No one ever understood how you and Toge worked.

You, the vibrant, expressive one—always filling the room with light and laughter. Him, the quiet, reserved sorcerer whose very presence demanded attention even without saying a word. People never understood how you could be together.

But if they saw you now—if they saw the way he controlled the room with just his eyes, the way you responded with nothing more than his whispers, the way you broke for him in the most intimate, all-consuming way—

They’d get it.

Because Toge didn’t need to speak much.

Just one word from him, and you’d be undone.

"Kneel."

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t question him. You moved swiftly, crawling onto the bed, feeling the sheets shift beneath you as you positioned yourself—just like he wanted. The anticipation was suffocating, thick, and palpable, the air thick with tension as you waited for him, hands resting on your thighs, back straight, eyes lowered.

Toge stood in front of you, watching you, not moving, just taking you in. His presence was overwhelming, his silence both commanding and intimate. The way he observed you, like he was memorizing every inch, every subtle shift of your body, was enough to have your pulse racing.

Finally, he stepped forward, his hands trailing over your shoulders, down your arms, tracing the delicate curves of your body with deliberate slowness. His fingertips brushed the side of your neck, sending a shiver through you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You look so beautiful."

The praise hit you harder than you expected. It sent a wave of heat straight to your core, leaving you breathless as he guided you back to the center of the bed, gently pushing you to lie down. He followed, his body moving with a predator’s grace, settling between your legs with a predatory calm.

"Open for me."

You didn’t hesitate, legs parting as your breath caught in your throat. The moment you were exposed, vulnerable, he hovered—not touching, not yet—just watching you, his hands resting by your sides, keeping you in place. Your body trembled beneath him, the anticipation of what was to come almost too much to bear.

Then, slowly, he moved.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your throat, slow and lingering, like he was savoring the moment. His lips traveled down your chest, brushing over your collarbone, each touch agonizingly slow, intentional, teasing. His tongue traced your skin, exploring every inch with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to drive you to the edge.

You gasped as his lips hovered over your breasts, teasing, just barely skimming against the fabric of your bra. He didn’t touch you fully yet—just the softest brushes, leaving you begging for more. Your hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as your body arched, pushing toward him.

"Patience."

His voice was low, gravelly—firm. The command sent another pulse of heat through you, the need to feel his touch so intense it made your head spin. But he held you there, suspended, testing your restraint, your obedience.

His lips moved lower, kissing your stomach, his breath warm and slow against your skin. Every inch of you felt heightened under his touch, every brush of his lips making your whole body tremble with anticipation. When he finally reached the waistband of your pants, you whined, desperate for him, your hips involuntarily shifting.

"Hold still."

You froze, biting your lip to keep from moaning. His hands, now shaking with the same restraint, slowly undid the button of your jeans, the sound of it snapping open filling the room with an unbearable tension.

But he didn’t rush.

His hands worked carefully, deliberately, pulling your pants off with excruciating slowness. He placed each piece of clothing aside like it was the most precious thing, each motion calculated to prolong the inevitable.

When you were fully exposed before him, he didn’t touch you immediately.

He just watched.

His gaze was heavy, intense, almost possessive, as though he were memorizing the way your body reacted to his every move. His eyes trailed over your body, pausing at every little tremor, every breathless sound that left your lips.

"You’re perfect."

The words fell from his lips like a promise, soft, yet heavy with meaning.

Then, finally—finally—his hands reached for you, tracing the line of your inner thighs, teasing, never quite giving you what you wanted. His fingers brushed against the softest part of you, and you gasped, flinching at the light touch, the delicate build-up.

His fingers grazed over your folds, slow, deliberate, intense, as though he were savoring every second. The pleasure was deliciously slow, each touch pulling you deeper into a pool of heat, a delirious need that you couldn’t escape.

"So wet for me. Slut."

The praise went straight to your head, clouding your thoughts, making your breath ragged as his fingers slipped deeper, pressing, curling in a way that had you gasping, your hips moving of their own accord. His thumb found your clit, circling, teasing, pulling moans from your lips as his rhythm matched the desperate need inside you.

"Beg for me."

The command was soft, but there was an undeniable power behind it—demanding. Your whole body shivered in response, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled from your lips.

“Please, Toge, I need you.”

His eyes met yours, dark and satisfied, as he slowed, his fingers pulling away, leaving you panting, desperate.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

Your chest heaved with each breath, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. You nodded, barely able to speak through the rush of heat coursing through your veins.

“I need you so bad. Please, Toge, I can’t… I can’t wait any longer.”

His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.

"Good girl."

And with that, he finally pushed into you.

The stretch was exquisite, every inch of him filling you, pressing you to the brink of pleasure and pain. You cried out, your nails digging into his back, but he didn’t stop. He kept you still, immobile beneath him as he drove into you slowly at first, each thrust deliberate, controlled, pulling you apart with each movement.

"You feel so good."

His voice was a low growl as his rhythm increased, his hips moving harder, deeper, as your body melted under him, surrendering completely. The heat built, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke, the pressure growing unbearable. You could barely breathe, could barely think with the way he moved inside you, pulling every gasp, every sound, from your throat.

And when you were finally teetering on the edge, when you were lost, unable to hold on any longer, he drove into you harder, faster—relentless—as he spoke, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.

"Come for me."

The moment the words left his lips, your body exploded, pleasure shattering through you, leaving you gasping, whimpering, your body writhing beneath him. He followed right behind you, his own release wracking through him as he buried his face in your neck, his voice low, like a secret only the two of you shared.

For a long time, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the aftermath, your breathing heavy, your limbs tangled as he gently held you against him, his fingers tracing soft circles over your skin.

"I love you."

The words came without hesitation, without any power behind them. Just a truth, a simple, undeniable truth that hung between you.

And in that moment, you knew. Nothing else mattered.

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i wonder - edward cullen x reader

AN: okay guys i might’ve went overboard with the smut for this part🙈 so if you don’t want to read the honeymoon part i understand 💜

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A hand pets the fur of the purring animal. They sat in your lap as the house was silent.

It wasn’t silent for long before your cat jumps down and scurry into the bedroom. You turn around with your arm resting on the edge of the couch.

“You’re being ridiculous. You’re acting like it’s the last time you’re seeing Y/N.”

Rosalie didn’t roll her eyes as she says this, but you could tell she really wanted to.

Edward completely ignored her as he walks around the sofa and haves a seat next to you. You turn and your back is now against the sofa as you take a look at him.

“Are you nervous?” he asks carefully.

“Why would I be?” you ask with grin.

“…If you’re having cold feet, I completely understand.”

You shoot a look at Rosalie, she then finally rolls her eyes. You softly smile as you look back to Edward.

“If I had cold feet, don’t you think I would tell you?”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Stop being a worrier….Your age is showing.” you tease quietly and you finally get to see a small glimpse of a smile form on his lips.

“You will see Y/N tomorrow, okay?” Rosalie says.

“What about your nightmares? I fed. I don’t have to leave tonight.” he says and his eyes showed the truth as they were vibrant with amber.

You let him know that you have the cat to keep you company and Rosalie even offered to stay overnight since she and Alice, along with Esme, has to get you ready to walk down the aisle the very next morning.

“I doubt the nightmares will happen…I have something to look forward to.” you say.

He didn’t move still.

“Plus, aren’t you supposed to be having a bachelor party or something?”

Edward makes a small huff, “I already overindulged on mountain lions.”

You shake your head at his claim with a small smile.

It took him a while to leave, but mostly because he held you tight, making sure that every inch of your lips was consumed with his.

Rosalie sighs as you two were alone and that’s when you both weren’t alone for long.

You gush out hellos to Kate and Tanya who came, they return the tight hugs.

“I cannot believe you were seriously about to just go to bed. Come on, where’s your spunk?” Tanya says eyeing you.

“Sorry. Just didn’t think about it. So much has been going on.” you say with a slight groan.

“That’s why you need a stress reliever.” Kate says and you’re guided in your room before you tug back. The two sisters look at you.

“I have a cat.”

You watch as their eyes light up.

“You guys should have some distance.” you tell them and enter your bedroom. Your cat could already sense them with the scent of them on you and meows loudly.

You coo to them that it’s okay, picking them up taking them in another room. You rush and grab things for them to play with so they won’t be completely bored and shut the door.

They took you out for a night of dancing. Alice eventually came and gave you the tightest hug. You were shy at first but their grins and their encouragement was easy for you to let your hair down as you slowly but surely started to get into the groove.

They were close to you as they made sure no one could hit on you and you were glad for that. Alice and Rosalie decided to stay on the dance floor.

Tanya led you to a bar as Kate began to flirt subtly to a desperate man trying to get her attention. She toyed with him for the time being.

You two sat close as you only ordered a soda.

“I know you will tell me….What really happened?” you whisper, knowing that she could still hear you over the thumping sound of music.

Tanya looked hesitant but she says, “Don’t tell Edward I told you.”

You nod but she sticks out her pinky finger and you interlace it and you both kiss the hands to solidify the promise. That’s when she opened her mouth.

“I told Irina at first it wasn’t a good idea. Aro killed our mother for christ sake. But…She was so for Laurent that…She went as far as to claim him as her mate…I had to support her then..Aro, after all, did take us under his wing for a bit since we were orphans and I appreciate him not killing us for our mother’s actions of breaking the law but…That lifestyle was just way too…Sinister.” Tanya shuddered a bit.

“Did you know he came right after the battle? He talked to me and everything.” you say.

“He only wants you to be turned. He doesn’t trust a human to contain such secret…But, he did speak with Eleazar…Eleazar and the Volturi go way back…He used to be a guard for them.”

“Wow…”

“He found out from Eleazar of your potential gift and he just became excited…I know for a fact he’s going to offer you to join his coven but just keep Edward in mind. Aro knows how to talk a good talk.”

You nod.

“The battle was definitely a bloodbath. I mean…When Irina said wolves, me and Kate were thinking the creatures The Children of the Moon….They were creatures who transformed under a full moon…But, she explained how it happened during broad daylight so we didn’t know what we were walking into. They were men…Men who could…Transform into a wolf but whenever they wanted to.”

You nod again before asking, “Are they still around? The Childen of the Moon, I mean?”

“No..Aro and his coven wiped them completely out a very long time ago. I mean…I’m talking….Gone from total existence. He was almost killed by one. That’s why he had no problem with helping us out. He thought like us, he thought they had come back.”

“So…All of the shapeshifters…They’re dead?”

“Every last one…There were about five in total…However, Aro now wants to rule that territory..He figures the coven will be greatly stronger if he has two locations to rule from….Not only he killed the wolves, he killed innocent people who were in that area…He said he felt like they all deserved a snack for such precious victory…Aro showed no mercy….I mean we couldn’t either but..…There was a boy…He was young…He was young, Y/N..He held up a good fight, almost killing Caius….He was pleading in his human form saying…” she trailed off and shook her head before taking a breath, “Aro’s smile is something I will never forget….He literally tore him slowly from limb to limb…Torturing him…Making him feel everything…I get we were fighting for the justice of Laurent but…At least let them die quick.” she says sadly.

You take a large gulp of your soda as if it was the strongest alcoholic beverage you could ever taste.

“Now…There’s word that Aro found journals that contained tales of their kind. Origins even. He’s going to use it to his advantage to learn about everything about them..Just in case more comes. He thinks more is out there but in different areas.” she continues.

“I’ve been having nightmares…Aro and the Volturi is in every last one..” you confess.

“Just look on the bright side. You won’t have to worry about nightmares anymore. As much things me and my sisters have seen and been through..I’m glad we can’t have nightmares…I forgot what they feel like.” she says as she looks into the distance.

You both bathe in silence for a moment before Kate joins you both.

“What are you two talking about?” she asks.

“Our lovely battle.” Tanya says sarcastically.

“Oh…That.”

“I heard it was mayhem.” you say.

“Yeah, that’s not even the word for it.” Kate says.

“Tell me about it.” Tanya says. The way she said it, there was more that happened but you weren’t going to ask. What she told you already freaked you out a bit, so you stand and move towards the dance floor.

You lie in bed, your head wasn’t under the covers. You stare up at the ceiling. Your cat softly sleeps next to you.

You lift your head a bit as you look over the end of your bed. You see nothing and you quickly lay back down and continue to look up at the ceiling.

Alice blotted concealer under your eyes that didn’t blink.

“Edward would’ve killed me if I was the one who told you.” Alice says quietly.

“She was going to find out sooner or later.” Rosalie says as she looks at your reflection in the mirror.

“You look like a complete zombie. I told you before we left how important it was for you to sleep.” Alice chastised.

“I know, I know.” you say quietly with a soft sigh.

Esme brings out the unzipped bag that contained what you were wearing to walk down the aisle with a smile.

She gives you a quick hug.

“I wanted to give you something as well.” she tells you.

“Esme, there’s no need.” you say with a grin.

She holds up one finger and presents to you, pearl jewelry.

You smile as you looked at it.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

“I love it. I love it so much….Thank you.” you say sincerely. She couldn’t help but hug you again as she speaks, “Even though, you’ve been apart of this family already, I’m glad it’s about to be set in stone.” You hug her tighter.

“Okay. You’re all done. Let’s get you dressed.” Rosalie tells you with a small grin as you lift out of the hair/makeup chair.

You were in shock as you looked at your completed self in the mirror.

“Just exquisite.” Esme says to your reflection with clasped hands under her chin with a wonderment smile.

“Is it normal to feel butterflies like this?” you say as you fan yourself a bit. Rosalie went to fetch the flowers for you to hold.

Alice placed two cool hands down your arm as she looked you in the eye, “Yes, but whatever you do, don’t cry. You will ruin your look and that will make me very upset.”

You couldn’t help but produce a breathy laugh as you hug her, she gives you a smile and she hugs you back, “I’m so glad that Edward has found the one…You’ve made things so much easier for us.”

“Alice, hush.” you say with a chuckle that she returns.

You pull back and look at her before looking down.

“I’m sorry I pushed you guys away at first…I know you all didn’t ask for this life.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. All of that is behind us. You’re my sister.” she says with a bright smile.

You felt a rub on your shoulder, “Our sister.”

You smile at Rosalie before looking back to Alice. They looked beautiful as they were your bridesmaids.

“You ready Y/N?” Carlisle says with a smile as he comes to where you are. You nod as your hands began to shake.

“Just relax…He’s just as nervous as you are.” Carlisle says.

“That’s hard to believe.” you say in a whisper.

Carlisle sticks his arm out and says, “Just don’t let go, Y/N.”

“I have no plans to.” you tell him as you clutch his arm tight. You were glad that he didn’t mind it, you held onto him as if you were going to fall.

You clutched the flowers as tight as Carlisle’s arm. Alice, Rosalie, and Esme were already gone. There was no turning back.

You take careful steps, looking around, the Denali Coven along with vampires you didn’t recognize, were watching you walk down the aisle, you were shocked. They displayed faces and you saw your now siblings look at you with bright smiles.

The music that was playing for your entrance, Tanya was playing on a grand piano, peaking up at you with a smile.

It was an intimate wedding venue, decorated by Alice that you knew it was dripping in her decorative eye. You didn’t know if you were overreacting, but it was like you were in a dream. As a child, this is what you imagined your future wedding to look like.

You were scared to look ahead, but you slowly look up.

Emmett being Edward’s best man, he gave you an encouraging smile and it was hard to deny that he was excited for his brother.

Edward couldn’t contain his excitement, it didn’t even look like nervousness.

It looked as if your best friend was waiting for you. You grin as you walk close and closer. Your heart slows and it felt like everything was in slow motion.

Your feelings went from being nervous to feeling anxious enough to hurry up to get to him. It felt like you two were the only beings on the planet Earth.

His smile made your stomach jump with butterflies as you felt like you did when you first met him. His golden eyes met yours and they were filled with deep ardor.

He never took his eyes off of you and you never take your eyes off of his. You stand next to him after Carlisle gave you away with a kiss on your cheek. He then goes to sit next to Esme.

The officiator, you’ve never seen before but you had an idea that it was a friend of Carlisle’s, began to wed you both.

Edward couldn’t help it. He reached and put his arm around your back and you loop your arm around his and you both hold and interlace each other’s hands tight. The officiant welcomes everyone and talks about the significance of the important day.

They talk about the love you two have for each other, such passion for each other. Two soulmates being gathered in this moment together to unite two hearts as you both embark on a your new journey together. They talk about marriage and love in a few words before setting the tone for vows.

The heartfelt promises came. Edward’s voice sounded like beautiful wind chimes as he carefully spoke out his love for you. His words reached into the depths of your soul as he promised to always and forever love you. He vowed to forever protect you, your heart, and soul. He vowed to worship the ground that you walked on, vowed to make you feel cherished and valued each and every day. He vowed until death do you apart, he would never let anything get in the way of true love’s enduring power. He showed great excitement of you becoming his partner.

You had to blink back tears as you said your own heartfelt promise. You promised to make sure to make him happy as much as he made you happy, each and everyday. You vowed to always love him always and forever through thick and thin, vowing to never let anyone or anything get into the way of you loving him. You vowed to always stand beside him, to let him guide you and teach you. You showed your own excitement of him becoming your partner.

Edward held up the shimmering ring in his own shimmering hand, the piercing gaze into your own as he carefully said the words, “With this ring, I thee wed.” He slid it onto your left hand.

You held up the ring with a slightly shaky hand, making sure to look him in the eye as well as you said the words from your lips, “With this ring, I thee wed.” You slid it onto his left hand.

The officiant declared you both to be married as you both excitedly smiled at each other. He wasted no time to pull you to him and smothered his mouth on yours and you both embrace into a passionate smooth of love.

The kiss was almost different. It was the first kiss as a married couple and it felt magical in a way.

Claps and cheers erupt as you both walk down the aisle as a newlywed couple, leading the way to the journey of love.

You and Edward take off to take pictures. You both just couldn’t stop smiling at each other.

The time you two were actually alone together before the reception, you both couldn’t stop kissing each other.

His hands still cupped your face, he tells you close to your lips, “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought I was dreaming.”

You grin a bit, “It feels like I’m dreaming now..I don’t want to wake up.” you whisper to him.

“I love you…So much.” he says.

“I love you…I love your soul.” you say.

“I love your soul more.” he whispered and he doesn’t let you speak again as his lips were crushed on your lips once again.

The reception was small and intimate and you were glad in a way to be the only human. You didn’t have the worry clouding over your head as you watched as the vampires that you knew mingled without holding back.

You held Edward’s hand tight as you both sat close to each other as each Cullen sibling took the stage and spoke kind words of you and Edward and the love that you two share. Esme and Carlisle welcomed you in as a child of theirs, even going as far as saying you held a special place in their life and they knew you were going to stick around for a long time just from the first time meeting you.

It felt like your heart stopped as Edward spoke loving words to you. Making more promises to never let the bond that you two have go. Claiming that you and his soul is now merged together, even as far as calling you not only his soulmate, but his actual mate.

As the vampires danced in a blurs, Eleazar and Carmen hugged both you and Edward, congratulating you both.

Jasper introduces you to an old friend of his, claiming him and Peter go way back. Peter brought his own mate Charlotte.

Jasper sensed your worry as you realize their eyes weren’t from a vegetarian diet, calming you.

Peter calmly tells you about how Jasper spared him from execution from the Mexican coven leader, Maria. He then goes on to explain how he escaped the coven with the help of Jasper, returning the favor as him and Charlotte helped Jasper escape.

“You didn't tell me all of this…We literally had history class together and I had gotten your glory years to work on as a project.” you joke to Jasper. He only brushes it off with a small smile.

A beautiful woman, was hugging Carlisle. When she pulled back she looked over to you and Edward. Edward held you tight to him as she made her way towards you both. Her black colored hair and her scarlet red eyes were striking as she stood tall. She exuded seductive femininity, even though her body was full figured with strength.

“Long time no see, Edward.” she speaks.

“It’s good to see you, Siobhan.” he speaks to her with kind recognition.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Carlisle has had nothing but nice things to say about you.” she speaks to you with a kind smile.

You smile a bit as you say, “Nice to meet you as well. Hopefully we will see more of each other.”

Siobhan seems pleased to hear this and then says, “That’s Liam. My mate.” You look to see a man with a hard face that had red eyes as well, his hair was a dark brown with a lean and an imposing countenance. He looked in the direction of you all.

“That’s Maggie.” she says and a girl next to Liam with bouncing, curly red hair, was also looking in the direction of you all. She was short and thin.

“Is that your daughter?” you ask out of curiosity.

“You might as well say she is. Me and Liam found her in Ireland as she was starving. She has a wonderful gift of detecting one’s lies.”

“That’s…That sounds really useful to have.” you say with a small grin. She returns it, “She knew right away that me and Liam weren’t human. That’s what made me so fond of her.”

They carried themselves to be quite civil.

“You say Maggie has a gift. Do you?”

“Carlisle has a theory I do. He advises me to have a conversation with Eleazar…Has he say anything about you?”

“Well, inundating with voices is what he believes.”

She nods in thought.

“I see you reverted back to Carlisle’s diet. Nice to know it allowed you to see some good come out of it.” she says as she takes a humorous look at Edward.

Edward only softly chuckled as he looked down.

With a farewell grin, she’s off to her family. You look over to see Carlisle hugging the officiator as the officiator pat his back loudly.

“That’s Randall, he considers Carlisle to be one of his very good friends…One of the first vampires Carlisle has met when he was freshly turned.”

“Speaking of which…What’s Carlisle's theory?” you say as you peak to see Siobhan indeed having a conversation with Eleazar. This time, Liam and Maggie were at her side.

“That she can change the outcome of things that she desires in her favor…She only thinks it’s good planning.”

You both chuckle a bit.

“She knows about…Your spree?” you ask.

“Yeah…She kind of put the battery in my back to set it off, encouraging to embrace my natural diet.” he explains. You nod a bit at this information.

There was a lot of dancing, Edward of course kept you close.

Alice let out her excitement of you joining the family with dancing. You often joked to her about leaving Jasper hanging.

“I feel so bad you can’t eat cake.” you whisper to Edward as you both cut the tall wedding cake that you knew had something to do with Alice’s doing.

You were honestly surprised when scattered chuckles erupted in the room.

“I will live.” he says as he swiped a small dab of icing on your cheek as a camera flash at your surprised smile as you look at his mischievous face. You take a small dab and put it on his nose and a camera flashes at both of your smiles as you look to each other.

Turning around, the bouquet in your hands are thrown behind you and you hear happy gasps and Tanya’s loud laughter. You whip around and gasp happily.

Kate is shocked as she has the bouquet of flowers clenched in one hand. Tanya was hugging her and laughing while shaking her a bit to snap her out of it.

The dancing resumed and Alice tugs on your arm. You cling to Edward.

“Y/N, I have to get you ready.” she demands.

“I know…Just…Five more minutes.” you say as you gaze up at Edward, the way he was holding you to him was so comfortable you could fall asleep. He leans down and pressed his lips to yours, you both don’t make an effort to move.

“You cannot be serious. You will have five minutes and plus some.” Alice says impatiently as she taps her foot.

You finally let go and Edward watched with a small grin as you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

Alice closed the door as she brought you to the same room where you had gotten ready in. Esme and Rosalie were already in there.

“Okay….Let’s get you in your farewell outfit.” Alice says excitedly and Rosalie hands it to her.

Esme helps you out of what you were wearing.

“Are you excited?” Esme asks with glee.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread like wildfire on your face.

“I am.” you say with a nod.

“Me and Alice already have you packed. I even hired a sitter for your cat.” Rosalie tells you as you get dressed.

“Thank you.” you say with a smile

“Jasper put you and Edward’s bags in the trunk.” Alice adds in.

“The car should be here any minute to take you both to the airport.” Rosalie says.

“Okay.” you said to both.

The thought of leaving made you incredibly nervous. As soon as you leave the room, Edward was waiting for you. He takes your hand as people send their farewells and happy wishes to you both.

White doves fly off as you both make an exit.

You would ask later how they have managed to get it done, but knowing Alice, she could get anything done.

Both you and Edward slide into the car, still connected with hands and you watch through the tinted windows of everyone waving with bright smiles.

The vampires waving grew smaller and smaller as the road outstretched ahead of you.

You walk through the terminals of the airport holding Edward’s arm and board the plane.

You blink awake, lifting your head from Edward’s shoulder. You both walk to another check in desk and walk through another terminal.

You don’t ask, you wanted to be surprised. Edward took every advantage of this.

The next flight was long but comfortable.

Leaving out of the airport, Edward opens the car door for you and slides in next to you.

He speaks in a foreign language to the driver and the driver knew right where to go. You smile a bit at his fluency, forgetting for a second that he of course had years to master languages.

Pretty soon, you both arrive at a dock. You follow him as you both walk past the yachts and boats.

Edward stops at a boat and drops the luggage in it.

“Is this a speedboat?” you ask quietly. He looks up and smiles, “Yes.”

He takes your hand and helps you on carefully. He skillfully prepares the boat for departure before you both head out to the open ocean. The strong smell of salt is prevalent and some water sprays up from the speed of the boat.

You clutch to the seat. You look up at you let out a breathless ah. It was dark but full of stars no matter where you looked. It took your breath away.

“Do you see Edward?”

He glanced at you with a smile and he answers yes. You already knew the answer but you were too excited.

The boat finally stops to a dock. Edward helps you out and you watch as he ropes it up.

He carries the luggage in as if it weighed nothing. You slowly walk and look around. It was on an island. It was so quiet. So peaceful. So beautiful. Dark vegetation and pale sand was what you both walked through before seeing a house with large windows.

He opened the door and it was unlocked.

“Whoa.” you say as he flicked on a light. Spacious wasn’t the word.

He’s back in front of you as you seen that the bags were gone from his gasp. You’re in his arms.

You slowly slide down to your feet once he stops in front of a large bed that was in the middle of the bedroom, covered in large pillows.

The room was warmer than the rest of the house. Even warmer than outside.

He swiped your cheek and he felt your dab of sweat in his hand.

“It’s too hot for you?”

“Erm..Just a little but…You kind of cooled me off when you..Did that.” you admit quietly.

A nervous chuckle ring in your ears and you eye him carefully.

“That was sort of the plan.”

You touch his arm and you felt the coolness of his skin. He looks down at your touch before tugging you close to him.

He looks at you for a moment before he finally speaks again.

“My wedding gift to you.” he whispered.

You’re in shock. Tears collect but don’t fall. You blink then away.

“What….? You…What?…. To…Me?”

“Yes. All of this..Is yours. This is your island.”

A teardrop falls and he catches it with a smile. He kissed your eyelid and you clutch him tight to you.

“I can’t even repay you for this. You’re making this hard and I mean so hard.” you say shakily.

He chuckles, “You want to know how you can repay me?”

“How?” you say eagerly.

He searches your face and takes it in as he blinked slowly, “Just love me like I love you.”

“That’s easy.” you whisper.

His arms were around you as you kiss him your thanks which he happily returned.

You noticed his touches lingered, which made you a tad bit nervous. His hand stops right on the lowest part of your back.

“Are you tired?” he asks close in your ear.

You meekly shake your head.

Two hands are now on your lowest part of your back as he peered down at you.

“Let’s go for a swim.” he suggests quietly.

You grin a bit as you nod your head meekly. You look at the large window that had a bright moon that shined right outside, lighting up everything around it.

He then has you pressed to him as he brushed his lips to yours trailing to your neck and stopping to place an open mouth kiss on a spot on your neck before leaving to go outside.

You stayed in the bathroom as a bathing suit that Alice had packed for you was on your body. You lean your hands on the sink to steady yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror.

You just couldn’t understand why you felt like you were about to see your crush for the first time and you were entirely married.

You slowly open the bathroom door, making your way outside.

The outside air was warm, you actually hoped that the water was cool in temperature.

The moonlight still made Edward’s back shine as he was already in the water.

He gave you a brilliant smile as you joined him in the water. It was warm. You both look up at the moonlight as he held you close. His touch made you feel great.

You both swim together, brilliant chuckles bounce off of the environment. Splashing each other even in the process. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much.

You float on your back in contentment as you stare up at the shining moon and stars.

“Thank you for keeping your promise..You did say that we would be on the beach together.” you whisper in the night air.

“Privately.” he reminded with a grin.

“It’s as private as it’s going to get.” you whisper.

As soon as you yawned, he then picks you up.

“I’m not tired.” you whisper in his ear as you wrap his arm around his neck as he’s walking back to the house.

“Are you sure about that?” he chuckles as he saw your hooded eyes. You did fight to stay awake, simply because you didn’t want this night to end.

“I’m relaxed. I don’t want this to end.” you whispered as you’re back on your feet.

He doesn’t say anything as he gave you a look that made your stomach lurch with butterflies.

He only goes into the bathroom, you hear the shower. You follow him.

You watch as his fingers grace the edge of his shorts. He watched you.

Before you knew it, you both were bare in front of each other, staring and taking each other in with each other’s eyes. Before you went to hide yourself with your hands, he takes both of your wrists, pulling you to him.

The kiss was smothered on your lips as he pressed you against him. You were sandwiched in between his body and the shower tiles. His hand felt every inch of your back as you held him with your arms around his neck. His lips were trailing down your neck to rest on your collarbone.

He carried you back into the bedroom after some time of embracing each other, drying you off with a towel. You then reach to be pressed against him once again.

That’s how you fell asleep. Tangled with each other, skin to skin. He watched as you took each breath, questioning how he became so lucky. Your face exhibits peace in its slumber.

Edward felt his throat overwhelm with a burning sensation once the sunlight hit the room. You began to stir as he tries to detach himself unwillingly.

A kiss is placed on the side of your mouth, to your nose, and your lips as you tiredly blinked awake. You held him tighter as he breathed out a low chuckle.

“Where are you going?” you say, thick with your morning voice.

“I have to feed. I will be right back.” he promises in a whisper.

You then blink your eyes open to see his face. You nod an okay with a soft smile. He kissed the smile off of your face.

You toured the home after you got dressed. You couldn’t help but look at the ring on your finger. Doing tasks with the same hand as your ring, made you keep staring at it with a lovesick smile.

You rush to the piano that was waiting for you. You brush one finger as it slid down each piano key. You have a seat on the bench.

You don’t know why, but you started to play a bit of the traditional wedding ceremony song before stopping with a chuckle.

A kiss on the side of your neck as you washed your dish at the grand sink, startled you a bit. His hands wrap around your waist.

“I missed you.” he says in a velvet tone in your ear.

“I missed you more.” you say softly.

“We should swim. It’s daylight.”

You’re excited and he chuckled as you leave out in a hurry.

He held your hand as you both make your way outside. You thought he would walk through the almost white sand to the ocean but he changed directions.

A steep pathway surrounded by nature is where you two head. You didn’t ask questions because you loved his surprises. In a way, he still felt your anticipation. You both would flash each other excited looks.

It wasn’t a big height to jump from but after you look at the glistening water with fish swimming around, Edward insisted you to get on his back.

You hop on and he’s flying in the air which made you squeal a bit from excitement.

You rise up from the water and noticed more fish on your side. On Edward’s side, they swam away quickly as if he was a shark.

His skin shined like the wet glistening rocks.

Swimming in the water, you swam with surprisement. He didn’t need to come up for air but that didn’t stop you for appreciating the view as you with your head above the water as you swam lightly.

The wildlife was vividly colorful. Different birds caught your eye as they chirped about songs. You honestly pinched yourself once to see if you were dreaming.

You felt that if you blinked, it would all disappear.

Fresh from the shower, you flopped on the bench and wondered if you could make a tune that’s comprehensible. You chuckled a bit as you tried to mimic the chirps you heard from the birds earlier on the keys.

You were toying around with the keys. Edward patiently stands next to the piano and you thought he was going to say something about your piece when you were finished but he asks a plain question, “Are you ready for bed?”

You eyed the clock. It didn’t even hit past midnight. You eyed his face. He seemed hopeful so you nod woodenly even though you weren’t tired.

He then came over and lifted you into his arms. Walking into the bedroom as he carried you with your legs around his waist, his fingers grazed the flesh of your skin as he lowered you down on the bed.

You close your eyes with a content sigh. His lips hit your collarbone. You held onto the back of his head as he kissed and suck all over your collarbone and neck.

You didn’t notice your chest was naked until you fluttered your eyes open to see his lips on your chest. You held his head tighter. He took his time. Savoring every inch of you as his lips trailed down your stomach. You were surprised to see that you were down to your underwear as he kissed right above the edge of them.

As he continued to kiss your underwear covered center, his hands caressed and groped your body as if he owned you and such action excited you deeply. Your eyes fluttered closed again as you felt him peel off your underwear. You softly sucked in a shaky breath.

His hands were talented as they only relaxed you with shudders. Up and down. Slowly. They made you whisper his name as he felt every inch of your skin. His rhythmic touches followed you into your dreams.

You blinked awake with him pressed behind you.

“I..I fell asleep?” you ask in a whisper.

He kissed your ear.

“Yes.” he answered.

“I’m sorry.” you say feeling bad. You don’t even remember falling asleep.

He kissed your shoulder, “Why are you apologizing? I wanted to relax you.”

You hum a response as his hand caressed your shoulder and arm.

“Do you have to leave?”

“I just came back.” he answered. A smile formed on your lips.

You both lie there for a moment. You felt the poke of his member on your backside. You didn’t expect it to feel so hard but you shift your hips and his hand rested right on your stomach.

Before you knew it, you’re on your back as he held you to him with your arms around his neck.

You sigh out softly as you felt him move himself against you as his lips never left your jaw and neck. You heard noises that sounded unholy as he rubbed his hardened flesh against you. You could tell he was holding a lot back due to his quiet groans and his tight fists that were clenching the sheets but you held onto him tighter as your eyes squeezed shut.

Your heart beat quickened in your ears as you felt a tingle sensation throughout your entire body, you almost panicked. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Oh my god.” you whined out in pants and he only whispered close to your ear, “You’re okay.” His seductive voice only made you tremble in silence as your body relaxed and your mouth slightly fell open with a shaky sigh.

He was gone in a flash when you opened your eyes. You held the covers to you. He was in the bathroom.

“Are..Are you okay?” you ask as he came back in. He lies down right next to you.

“I’m okay…I didn't want to get anything on you.” he admits and his voice is very relaxed and light.

You place a sweet kiss on his lips and he held the back of your head to him before he lets you go.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay.” you say shyly.

You watched him as you sat on your knees, with a pillow resting below them, outside on the wooden deck.

He placed each chess piece down.

“What color?” he asks once he was finished.

“White. I wanna go first.” you say.

“Alright.” he grinned.

You move your pawn up two spaces. He does the same, both pawns are toe to toe with each other. You move your bishop. He moved his knight. You slide your queen diagonally, hoping he would fall into the trap. You watch as he instead used his pawn to block your queen, if you moved your queen any further, his other pawns would easily capture it. You retreat it to keep it safe, but still having a chance to make a check move on your next turn. He blocked this chance from happening by putting the knight in your way to where if you captured the knight, his queen would capture yours.

You look at him. He had the best poker face you’ve ever seen. You look back down to the board.

You slide your queen over, diagonal to your bishop. He moved his knight, making an attack against your queen for his next move. You slide your queen back over, only stopping below his knight. He moved his pawn above his knight. You take his pawn with your pawn. His bishop moves diagonal, threatening your queen once again. You slide your queen one move backwards to move it out of the bishop’s way. His knight then takes your pawn. His knight was now threatening your king.

“Check.” he speaks out.

The game ended up working in his favor. Majority of your pieces were on his side.

“Do you want to play again?”

“Um..” you say and set your hands on your hips as you look over at the view of the water, “Maybe later.”

He chuckled a bit, “Alright.”

You help him put the pieces away in the box but you both decided to not put the game completely away.

You both walk back inside.

You sling an arm around him, he gave you a crooked grin that made your heart jump.

“You have another song you wanna teach me?” you ask.

“Sure.” he says.

You both sit down.

His fingers tried to go slow but they still looked fast. You give him a look that made him burst into a laughing fit.

“Edward.” you say with slight annoyance.

“Saint-Saëns concerto 2. You definitely can do that.��

“In which lifetime?” you ask. He rubbed your shoulder encouragingly, “Come on.”

“Okay, play it again.” you say with your own small grin and you focus as he does play it again. You wanted to know how it went.

You tried your best when it was your turn to play. You then wish you had sheet music. You laughed a bit after bombing it.

“Okay. This is the first time I want sheet music.” you tell him.

“Okay.” he says. He rises up.

You didn’t expect him to grab some paper and a pen. You watch him as he writes at a table and draw the actual notes.

He comes back over and sets it on the stand.

You played better than you did but you definitely needed practice.

He rises and his arms are over your shoulders with his fingers helping your fingers press down on the weighted keys.

You couldn’t help your hands from lifting up as his face was close to your neck. You pull the nape of his neck down as you reached up. A soft kiss was made.

You both stare at each other. It was just you and him. The next kiss was more enthusiastic.

He breaks away before he turns you around while sitting. He kneels down to the front of you. Not breaking eye contact. He leans forward. You respond to the kiss that gifted your lips.

He pulls away. You watch him as his hands rest on your knees. He felt the skin as you breath was audible in your ears. His hands now were slowly caressing your thighs which made you close your eyes with a sigh.

“Look at me please?”

It was so enticing to hear that your eyes popped open. He now moves between your legs as he’s still on his knees and your legs are around his waist.

His hand are firm on your back as lips lingered on each others.

You both sigh in each other’s mouths as you caress him back, pulling him closer. As soon as you hips rolled upwards, he reached forward as he used more pressure with his lips and his hand grips keys on the piano, making an abrupt cluster notes.

You broke away audibly as you open your eyes to look at his desired face. Legs still open with him in between them. You find yourself lifted off of the bench. He sits down instead and your legs are beside his hips. Your hands are firm on his shoulders. Faces are so close he’s breathing in your air.

“Move with me.” he whispered, it was almost like a beg.

It was like a slow dance. Hips rolled into each other. You heard creaks and peaked at his clenched fists that gripped beside him on the bench. He would then open them to have touches of your body.

You were building up the achy feeling as your body was more pressed to him than its ever been.

He groans loudly before you’re both on the floor. You pause as you look down at him but you’re on top of him.

His hips don’t pause as you close your eyes as his hands were glued to your bottom. Hands caressed each other before he clenched his fists beside him and you shudder against him and roll off of him as you lie beside him.

You pant as you blinked at the stars.

Just lying on the floor, you were too comfortable to move. He was too comfortable to move.

He caressed your cheek quickly and picks you up.

Your breath was heavy as his hand rested on your bottom, you stand between his leg as you both watched the water from the handheld shower head that you held, ran down the front of his body.

He looks at you and you look at him. He pressed a kiss to you and takes it out of your hands.

Standing before him, he rinsed the front of your body and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

The mixture of his cold hands and the lukewarm water was interesting to you.

Your breath hitches when you hold onto his shoulder, he’s holding a finger out as he glided his finger back and forth against your wetness while he muffled your sighs with his mouth.

Your legs were very wobbly as he took your hand into the kitchen but he quickly noticed. Picking you up, your arms are around his neck as he sat you down in a chair.

You ate slowly as he watched you from across the table. The times you did peak up, you were hit with a wave of butterflies.

You blinked quickly as your heart sped up as he stood next to you to get your empty dishes.

You wondered if he noticed your nervousness. You barely said words.

With shaky legs, you stood next to the window. He joins you moments later.

“Want to take a walk?” you ask.

“Would you be able to walk?” he asks quietly but you hear the amusement in his voice.

You look down with a chuckle, “It was worth a shot.”

“Let’s watch a movie instead.” he murmurs in your ear.

You watch him walk away a bit as he goes to the living room.

You sit down next to him, keeping distance because you were feeling flushed.

“Why are you all the way over there?”

“…I…Don’t..Know.” you say shyly and innocent. He brings on a smile that made your heart jump.

He smothered your hand and makes you smush against him. You look at the television screen as his arm was around you.

An American in Paris

You couldn’t focus because your eyes kept staring at his hands more than the actual screen. You swallowed as your center pounded with need. The eyes you kept staring at were the same hands that knew right where to touch. The same hands you fell in love with.

The end credits were almost over and you blink and sit up.

“You don’t even know what happened in the movie. Do you?” Edward asks with a knowing smile and tone.

You look down and clear your throat, “I’m sorry…My mind is preoccupied.”

You get up and sit away from him.

He puts his arm around on the edge of the couch.

“With what?”

“Come on.” you mutter with a smile.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” he asks with uncertainty.

“It is.” you say as you reassure him, he visually relaxes.

“It’s just….” you sigh as you look at him with a look that made him extremely happy inside, “You’re making me crazy about you.”

“As do you.” he says as he touched your cheek.

“I don’t think I will be able to watch you play piano again.” you whisper.

“I don’t think I will be able to watch you play piano again. Especially after what we did.”

You nervously chuckle as you look down.

“Want to go to the beach?”

You pipe up and nod.

You don’t move. He doesn’t move. He blinks at you.

“Can we just…?” you suggest quietly and he waits for you.

You lean over and capture his lips. His tongue slipped in which you touched with your own, it surprised you and you climb on him but he turns over and puts you on your back. You look up at him as he then scoots you forward to the edge of the couch and kneels between you. You’re sucked into his kiss and he graces the bottom of your swollen lip with his thumb as he leans in again. He pulls away with a soft smack.

Your breath comes out in shudders as he kisses the skin that followed your underwear that he was peeling off.

You were slumped against the couch as he slowly opened your legs with his cool hands.

He swallowed but the drool kept coming as you were spread open in his face. He kissed you there and your hips rolled before he leans back up and kisses you. You both moan in the kiss.

He makes sure you both have no clothing in the way as he rubbed himself again between your open legs as he holds your bottom. The tingles were strong and flooded your body in an aggressive manner. You arch your back as he made you feel like you were dying but in a good way.

You push against him. He stops.

“I-I’m sorry…Keep…Keep going.” you pant out.

“Are you sure?” he asks carefully and barely audible and you nod with enthusiasm.

He resumes which makes you bite your lip before you sigh out. He makes your body press against with his while you grip onto his arms.

A changed sensation makes you keep your eyes on him. He enjoyed it. He slowly poked his tip in your entrance before sleeked against you. Your body relaxed even more and you whisper his name while you held eye contact.

He couldn’t last as he continued to do this and he’s gone in the bathroom while you close your sore legs. You catch your breath as you sit up. You reach and grab your underwear.

He didn’t bother to get dressed before he slides open the glass door with a smile, “Come let’s go swimming.”

The warm water against your naked skin was something you never thought you would love. You never swam naked before but here you were, wondering how you’ve lived your entire life wearing a swim suit.

There was a waterfall, you both let the water fall on the both of you. You both became attached as you both held each other to kiss each other as if you both were the source of oxygen.

You weren’t hungry but you ate small to please Edward’s worried eyes.

You clean the dishes as his arms were behind your waist as he stood behind you.

“Are you tired?”

You grinned.

“Very tired.”

He hummed a response that made your stomach drop in excitement.

You both stood bare in the dark after the sound of the door closed. None of the curtains were closed so the naked moon shined brightly into the dark room.

The excited expression couldn’t be contained from either of you.

He only walked to the bed and pulled back the covers as he then stood and stared at you.

Walking over, you lay down and he tucked you in.

“Is it hot?” he asks.

“Yeah.” you say as you forgo some of the covers. You were thankful it wasn’t humid hot.

“Do you want me to cool you down?” he asks.

You look at his face and he was serious as you could only nod. He joins you in bed as if he was going to be sleeping too.

“This morning….I wasn’t hot.” you say with a slight grin. He slowly brings out his own grin.

He only placed a hand over your thigh while asking for permission with his eyes. You lean forward to meet the touch of his lips.

He was encouraging with his eyes but you still slowly climb over him. It felt like you were going to slide back off of his body by how smooth his skin felt.

You didn’t mean to gasp out an “oh” as your now naked chest pressed and met his but, his hands were gentle.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” he said with a plea.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t move. But, you do as you only close your eyes and press a gentle kiss on his lips. You then don’t move.

You felt so comfortable. You weren’t even hot at all.

You only broke the kiss, only resting your lips beside his lips because a deep snake of his hand rubbed up the skin of your back.

You let out a shaky breath as a certain point in your area started to pulsate with such need. His eyes were squeezed shut but he opened them back up because he wanted to look at you and he swallowed hard as he felt like he was drooling. It was the smell of your arousal that he wanted to bathe in.

He rubbed the head of his flesh back and forth on your entrance. The warm air mixed with the coolness that slowly glided on your twitchy spot made you put your cheek to his chest as you clutch on him.

Your body felt limp as you were completely melted. It was as if he brought you back to life. You were patient as he slowly poked at your entrance, trying to get it used to even the smallest amounts of penetration. Your body was relaxed due to his efforts earlier.

You kept shuddering as you grip him and the sheets. It wasn’t agony, it was wanting him to push in further as your body was trying to beg for him. He was slow but steady. He showed no signs of rush. It worked as you felt yourself feel more of him as he was able to pull some of himself out of you, it made a loud wet noise.

The morning felt crisp even though it pattered with rain. That’s how you found out you fell asleep. You moved your legs together a bit and you didn’t feel sore.

It felt like it rained on your ear. Lips mixed with a dart of a tongue met your ear slowly.

You shift to find his hand resting on your lower stomach as his flesh was resting hard on your hip.

He only scoot his hand down slowly. Your mouth was too busy being distracted by his.

“Do you want to look at the rain?” he finally whispered.

“Yes.” you whispered back.

Raindrops showered as you were actually enjoying the view of the sight.

It felt like you were being rained on just by watching.

He kissed your shoulder as he lay behind you, smoothing his hand over your arm in over your hand. You only scoot closer to him.

Fingers dance your face, you kiss them. You keep them to you your lips before you take one of his fingers were and taste it. Soon, he was groaning quietly as you sucked on his finger slowly.

He then moved his hand slow as it rested in front of your stomach. With a very soft press that he produced, your hips move back. You both sigh out in sync, his hand slowly trail down to the spot that was throbbing. You were afraid to move as you blinked at the dripping rain that dropped outside the large window.

His lips pressed on your neck as your breath hitched in his ears. Your heart beats against your chest in his ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you breathe out a small sigh, your hand touches a sheet but doesn't grip it. His finger was sitting right between your lips and it wasn't the ones that where on your face.

You're still. The feeling was intense and you were afraid if you moved, the moment would be ruined.

He used one finger to feel you. You were slippery in his touch. Your eyes never open as you couldn't hold them open. The overpowering tingling feeling from earlier came back. The finger dipped in your lubricant and slowly circled the swollen nub that made you shudder. Your hands grip tighter as he slowly adds another finger as he felt your body grow relaxed. It grew and grew until it spilled over as he makes a come here motion with his fingers inside of you.

He retracts his hand and rests it back on your stomach.

You say in a breathy tone still blinking at stars, "What's wrong?"

He lays on his back as he looks up. He doesn’t rush his words and it sounded melodic with the falling sound of the rain, “Nothing. Everything is great.” He just rubs the inside of your thigh as he glanced at it before trailing his eyes into yours.

Snuggling next to him, you both lie there. The patter of the rain float in your ears.

After some time, you sit up. You didn’t expect him to turn your face into a kiss. It was slow and sensual. He pulls you gently back down with him as he falls back into the pillows without breaking the kiss.

He hooks your leg over his hip so you could climb on him. You fall softly on his naked chest as the spot behind your knee made you twitch.

Your ache was strong as ever. You break the kiss as you slowly sit up. You let out a soft breath as his hands slowly caressed the front of you.

His hands stop at your hips as you both look down. Getting the right balance, you glide against the flesh that rested between the wet lips in between your legs.

He grips and released his fingers on your skin as clenched his fists with a breathy groan. You lean forward with your hands firm on the pillows beside his ears as you thrust more fluidly.

It was a rhythm of breaths that you both breathed out. Hips met each other like you two were dancing together.

He could keep his hands off of you then as both hands pressed you to his chest. You shuddered like it was winter as you continued to glide against him.

Hips were rising with frantic movements as you both zone out. You had to remember to breathe.

He flips you on your back with one movement, legs are open around his waist as he kissed your lips as he lays on top of you.

He slowly tries to sink in and you gasp not from pain, but easier it was to break through as he pulled out some. He slowly worked into you, the bed softly rocking under you.

Your legs are still open as he emptied on the sheets quickly. You watch him made him groan even more.

The smell. It made your ache grow even more even though you were out of breath. You run a hand down his arm as he brought you in his arms as he sat in the middle of the bed. You slowly sink down before rising back up.

“Slow.” he whispered.

“Slow…Slow.” you agree as you accept his kiss.

He hangs onto your back as you rub against him with the help of your hips.

You both groan out before you try again. You slowly allow your body to relax and you try your best to be patient. You move up and down on the bit of length that easily slipped inside of you.

His patience was something that you were grateful for. He was too absorbed into making your skin raise goosebumps with his hands as he couldn’t take your eyes off of you.

You were shocked when you stare at the fact that you were completely seated. You both don’t move as you two hold each other.

Slowly, his hips move and you clutch onto him like never before. You were focused on the feeling that was being produced.

You take in a breath because you forgot to breath and you breathe out a moan which he matched as he clutched onto you tighter.

“So this is sex.” you thought in your head as you felt your body relax and take him in. It felt good. You didn’t want it to end. You didn’t wonder if he enjoyed it too because gripped your skin and bit his lip at times. Lips kept connecting like both hips. His lips consumed the skin of your throat and collarbone.

You’re lifted off as you were overwhelmed with shudders and lying back as he emptied himself again. He lays back. The stars were more intense.

After a while, the stars went away but the buzz was still there when you looked at him.

He stripped the sheet that was messy before you fell into a deep slumber.

Your entire body was sore like you completely a head to toe fully body workout. You thought you were alone but you blink open your eyes and see Edward glaring up at the ceiling.

You blink at him. He then turns his head over a bit and it seemed like he would get in trouble if he looked at you.

“You didn’t like it.” you whisper as you then look down. He whispered your name like a song. You slowly look up.

“I liked it so much..That I broke my promise.”

You sit up and he doesn’t move.

“How?….What did you do?” you were in confusion.

He glanced at your body but it wasn’t in a happy expression. You blink back tears.

You get out of bed.

“Great. I get married and my husband doesn’t want my body.” you mutter and before you grab the robe, you’re spun to look to in the mirror.

“Look!” he almost growled. He was in deep pain by the look of his face and he wasn’t the one hurt. You look down. Bruised showed the markings of his fingers. Your lips were so bruised, there was a small nick, you licked your lips a bit.

“I promised…..I promised and I broke my promise.”

You look up and his reflection made your heart clench. You take his face. He lets his eyes fall.

“You kept your promise.” you say slowly and he looked up at you not taking what you’re saying seriously and you continue, “They’re love marks. You promised to love me and now I can look on my body and see proof of you loving me. I love it when you touch me.”

“Love marks.” he whispered as he tried to shake his head but his eyes said different. He graced his fingertips on your collarbone that showed a finger sized bruise. You continue to let your feathered touch of your fingers stay on his face. He leans gently to kiss it. He leans back up and sees that your eyes were closed and you slowly open them back up and he couldn’t deny the joy that was in your eyes. His eyes softened before he started to shake his head, feeling upset at himself once again.

“I thought I was careful….We have to be safe…I have to wait until you’re changed for us to go further.”

“Remember Edward? Slow? Just…Slower next time. You’re good with slow. We don’t have to stop. We can work this out together, it’s what we’re supposed to do.” you whisper carefully.

He closed his eyes as he takes in a soft breath.

“Don’t be scared. I don’t even hurt. This our chance to not hold back. We can finally stop holding back our love. It’s just us.” you say softly. He opens his eyes.

He lets you crush his lips with a kiss before you grin a bit at him. His face is less anxious which makes you glad.

“Let me make you something to eat….Okay?” he says quietly. You nod. You being dressed made him not look at what he’s done.

It was silent while you ate but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He just stared at you. Little to your knowledge, he was thinking about what you said about holding back and how after all, it’s just the two of you.

He cleans the dishes and you dry them and put them away.

You take his hand to the piano. He falls onto the bench gracefully and you’re surprised that he placed you right on his lap.

His hands are placed on the keys and he doesn’t move. You take your tentative time to place your hands in front of you on the piano.

He played a soft and calm piece. You felt his lips on the back on your shoulder.

“Are you going to teach me it?” you whisper to him after he was finished.

He placed his hands on the sides of your thighs that were clenched a bit due to you feeling excited.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” you say.

You both make no effort to move and slowly rubs the surface of the skin he was touching.

“Are you sure…You don’t hate me?” he whispered with insecurity.

“I’m sure…I love you more than ever. You always make me feel so good.” you whisper to him as you smother your hands on his.

“I do?”

“Yes.”

Silence fills the air and he’s still. You’re almost worried until your body registers that his hands cup the front of you sensually. You lean back against him as you’re feeling breathless.

“I still want to touch you.” he whispered. You hum an encouraging tone.

He keeps his lips on your neck. He takes you both off of the bench. Hesitance was still on his face.

“Let’s go for a walk.” you say to make things easier.

He silently agrees. You both listen to the birds and the soft wind that shook the leaves of the nature around you two.

He holds your hand tightly. You speak so he wouldn’t think because you knew that that’s what he was doing.

“If you were a human boy, you would’ve gotten me pregnant already.”

A quiet chuckle escapes his lips.

“Carlisle told me to be safe. I don’t know what will happen if I ejaculate in you and I don’t want to find out. Not until you’re changed.”

“I won’t get pregnant.” you say.

“Still. My bodily fluids are venom. I don’t want that in your body…”

He then clears his throat that sounded like a melodic hum as he continues.

“When you’re changed, we literally can do whatever.” he says.

It made your face hot but he was surprised before displaying a smug expression. You nudge his arm as you walk away from him. He catches up to you in no time.

“Does this remind you of a song?” you ask as you gesture to the aesthetically pleasing nature. It looked straight out of a movie or a nature magazine.

“Maybe.” he says.

Quiet footsteps follow.

“So…Will we be coming back here when we…Take vacations in the future?” you ask hopefully.

“And…When we renew our vows.”

He heard your heart jump.

“I can’t believe I’m married.” you whisper with a smile. He smiles as well.

“Me neither to be honest.”

“I’m just curious….You’ve never been infatuated by another vampire? Forget human.”

He stuck his lips out a bit as he shakes his head, “Finding them pretty is one thing…Not enough to marry….You’re perfect.”

“Impossible. I’m not perfect.” you laugh.

“In my eyes you are.” he says. He says it like he genuinely couldn’t believe you didn’t believe what he was saying.

He went to the mainland to feed.

You cozied up with a book. The flip of the page is what made noise in the silent and large home.

The ring dazzled and you thought back to you and his talk earlier. You wondered what made him pick you as the one. You wondered what you and his future would look like. You let your eyes roam the cozy décor. You wondered how it would be like to return here as a vampire.

You turn on the bedroom lamp. You heard the door handle being pushed open as you lay in bed.

You lay back on your elbows as you watch him slowly enter the room. No words were spoken. The eyes talked a lot. You both wanted the same thing. Each other.

His knee rests between you as he leans slowly to taste your lips just once. You slowly open your eyes to find him staring at the lips he kissed. He leans in again and you respond with satisfaction.

You don’t realize him leaning you backwards until your head is rested on the pillows. He lets go of your lips then and you open your hooded eyes.

He runs his hands down your clothed body. You relax.

He placed a kiss on your throat as your arms were around him. His face was focused as you caressed his cheek. The center of you two were connected but not inserted.

He only shifts his hips and you hang tight to him. A shaky breath made him motivated as there was more feeling behind his movements. You both lock eyes as you both felt achy.

He lays you on your back. He rests two arms next to your head.

“Please tell me if I hurt you.”

“I promise.” you say and touch his cheek with the hand your promise ring sat on. The kiss was sensual before he slowly rocked his hips against your entrance. You felt your body be excited and start to get ready for him to come in your world.

You heard the bed creak under you both as keeps your legs against his chest, as he slowly pushes in.

Edward heard the whisper of the word more come from your mind. It almost startled him but it only seemed to motivate him.

You both groan quietly together as you both finally connected as one. He slowly leans downward, your legs now over his shoulders and he kisses you. His hands clench the sheets and raise over you, heard another creak.

You gasp in small doses as he circled and worked his hips but he pulls out. He lays on his side and invited you in. You lay on your side as well and his hand hooks your leg on his hip as he slowly pushes in. You sigh out as he touches and the slow thrust affected you greatly. His touches made your hips respond but you leech on the tingles that made you feel good.

You shudder and slump on him as he precisely moves his hips. You both meet each other’s hips like a slow dance. You both lowly whisper each other’s names as it sounded like a duet.

There’s times where he stills his slow thrusts to let just his hands appreciate your body but you didn’t care. Everything felt too good. You only give him encouraging touches until he pulls out with a groan and you saw the clear substance spill in his hand. You were asleep by the time he came back from the bathroom.

The sounds of birds chirping let you know that your face was smushed in the sheets. You slowly raise your head and all that you seen was white. You’re confused.

A handful of feathers fall out of your open but sleep hand. Falling from your head.

“Good morning.” he says quietly.

You look up with a tired grin, “Good morning.”

You search his face to see if he was scared but he wasn’t. He was content. He was at ease. More at ease than you seen him.

“Feathers?” you say with a slight smirk.

“….You know how…I would be still…To collect myself?”

You nod as your face became heated.

“I ended up biting a pillow….Or two..”

You look around the white covered mess that looked like snow. You put a hand to your mouth as you look back at him with a soft smile.

“I ordered housekeeping. They should be here any minute.” he says quietly.

You nod and he watched greedily as the sheet falls from your body and move out of the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, naked himself, and wraps his arms around your midsection which surprised you because you were really going to get dressed.

He only looked up at you and pressed a kiss on the side of your stomach. Then the side of your hip. You lean down and capture his lips. He took breaks from your lips as his eyes were squeezed shut but always chased for more as he kissed on more skin. The skin that wasn’t freshly bruised this time.

You climb on him and he’s slowly going backwards as your lips don’t disconnect. Both hands are firmly on your back and backside.

A loud but muffled knock startled you and he rested his lips on your neck before saying, “We have to get dressed.”

You stand with your tea cup as you watch the woman and man enter the home.

“This is Kaure and her husband Gustavo.” Edward introduced them to you and he introduces you to them.

Edward speaks to them fluently in a language that they spoke back in and they showed stand offish nature. They head to the bedroom where the mess was made, but making sure to steal peaks at you.

Edward pulls out a chair at a small table and you have a seat. His legs greedily touch yours as you both sit quietly with each other. He reached out for your hand and gently pressed it and holds it to his lips with two of his hands.

You look over and see Gustavo carrying large wooden pieces to the headboard out.

The woman timidly comes out with bags of the feathers that were spilled in the room. She especially, placed a careful eye on the both of you.

Edward held the hand lazily that rested on the table. You look up from your cup to see him contently watching you.

“I will replace it…I’m sorry.” he whispered.

You pull the hand that he was holding yours in, and press them to your own lips.

You spent time snorkeling with him. He didn’t need any assistance in oxygen but you were glad to let him lure you into such beautiful waters.

Wet and amazed by the sea life, you both sit in the warm and pale sand.

“Make a sandcastle with me.” you say as you grab a small bucket.

His skin shined and sparkled like the sand.

You fell on the tower that you both made and he laughs at you.

“Of course I messed it up.”

“It gives us an excuse to use the shower.” he says as he brushed the sand off of you.

You’re on his back as he makes his way back to the house.

The home was empty but tidied up.

After a long shower, you both fiddle around on the weighted keys on the piano.

“Do you think I could still…Enter a competition?” you ask in a whisper.

He stops playing which makes you stop.

“Y/N.” he says with a sigh.

“At least the one in Italy.”

“Are you out of your mind?” he asks. You sigh.

“I’m talking about when I’m changed…”

“That’s worse.” he says, biting back a mean tone, but you could tell it was on the edge.

“I could-“

“Y/N. It’s not happening…It would be nice if we don’t talk about this anymore…”

You sat still as he rises up from next to you. You watch as he takes a stand next to the piano instead, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stood still. You let your eyes fall to the keys in front of you.

The sound of the wall clock ticked and you stand as well.

You walk past him and you turned on the television. Sitting down on the couch, you watch a satire show.

Edward entered and seen your hands. They were tapping a bit. Rhythmically. You were too entrapped in the television to notice.

Sitting next to you, he takes your hand. The hand that’s now still, and pressed them to his lips. The smile you displayed made him feel a surge of warmth.

He caressed your face before he leaves out. You open your eyes from the sweet lip embrace you two had. He was gone.

A knock on the actual front door surprises you and Kaure, the housekeeper, looked frightened. You invite her in when she handed you a wrapped plate. It smelled deliciously strong.

“Thank you..Did you make this?” you ask sweetly.

She nods with a tight lip smile as she comes in. She takes your hand to grab your attention and shakes her head.

She begins to speak in a foreign language but shakes her head with a slight wag of her finger, “Do bad.”

“Who?” you ask. You wondered if someone was trying to do something bad to her but she didn’t look that scared. She looked like she was warning someone.

She points to the bedroom and points to the faded bruises on your arms. You got the idea.

“He’s my husband…Sorry that we got carried away.” you say shyly with slight embarrassment.

“Libishomen!”

You didn’t know what that meant but fear was deep in her eyes. The word held weight in her tongue.

Edward wasn’t surprised to see her when he came back in while you were watching a foreign, vintage romance film.

You whispered to each other on the couch as you’re snug sideways on his lap as she mopped the kitchen floor.

“She brought me a cooked plate. It was great.”

“It was a front. She came to see if I killed you.”

“She said something like Libish..Something.”

“Libishomen. A demon who preys exclusively on beautiful women.”

“Im beautiful?” you try to joke.

“Gorgeous.” he answers seriously.

You both lean in with a soft smile and you both don’t get to fall into the kiss because as soon as Edward places a kiss under your jaw, you hear her voice say, “No, sir!”

You’re startled and sit up as you look at her worried eyes and Edward rests his hand on your knee. He doesn’t look surprised.

She retreats back to the kitchen and you share a look with Edward.

“Come on, let me beat you in chess again.” he says and carries you up over his shoulder as you laugh.

Your queen takes his queen. You peak up at his face and it was killing you how much of a poker face he was displaying.

You throw up your hands slightly when he placed his rook right next to your king. He then lets you hear a chuckle before saying, “Check.”

You fake a yawn while stretching and push the board a bit away from you, showing no more interest in the game. It was clear he was going to win anyway.

“Boy, I sure am tired.” you say humorously as you obnoxiously fake yawn and he’s smiling as he clears the board.

“You’re tired?” he asks quietly.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

“Yeah.” you say quietly even though you weren’t. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you and it makes you overwhelming nervous as you display a shy grin as you come to a stand.

He stands as well. He lets you lead him back in the home as he holds on to some of your fingers. Kaure were gone.

She had left as you both were playing the game.

You both were very quiet as you followed him to the bedroom.

His satisfied groans as he looked at you made you nervously look back at him. Your underwear was around your ankle as your hands were steady on the bed. Back and forth he rubbed his hardened flesh against the wet center that held your shaky legs. His hands firmly on your hips and would caress your back.

You slowly raise your knee and press it on the bed, leaning forward with a breathy moan. He slowly followed you forward with his own wet kiss on your back. He makes sure to grope and hold you up with the front of your body. Your hands are still on the bed but your arms are trembling. You feel him push in slowly, he doesn’t let you fall forward.

Your hands grips the sheets in front of you as he made painfully slow but heavy pumps.

Your breaths became shaky like your body. Your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore so you both land forward with your chest pressed on the bed. Soon, you found yourself whining as his chest was pressed on your back as he still thrusted slowly but steadily. Legs were intertwined with each other’s as you shuddered uncontrollably. The slow and wet kisses in your ear and cheek didn’t help. Not with his breathy moans.

You wake up to whispering. Hisses. You slowly blink your eyes open.

Edward was in the room. However, he was clothed and pacing as he talked into an a communication object. His teeth gritted before rolling his eyes with an agitated groan.

He tossed it on the edge of the bed in defeat. He immediately knows that you’re awake. You get out of bed and he stands perfectly still.

“Are you okay?” you whispered. You were scared that he would blame himself for hurting you, but your body was fine. You knew it was fine because you remembered every second. Your wonders are disregarded as he held you to him possessively.

“I’m okay.” he says as he peered down at you, “Let’s just start our day.”

He doesn’t leave. He stays in the room as he watched you. You both get dressed.

“Edward. Tell me what’s wrong.” you say anxiously as you shake his still arm.

“What did whoever say?” you ask.

The look on his face was dripping with reluctance.

“We have to leave.”

“Wha…? What? Why?” you say as your heart quickened.

You catch up to him in the living room with a jog after you watch him hastily pack everything like a tornado. It wasn’t even ten seconds before everything was by the front door.

You slowly walk back to the bedroom and sit down on the bed with your arms crossed. You were starting to be upset. You didn’t want to go back to the real world. You both agreed to soak in every moment here. Just like that, you were awakened from your dream.

He kneels down and placed two hands on your knees. You don’t even look at him.

“They know. They know that the wedding happened…” he tells you.

“Who were you on the phone with?” you ask quietly.

“Alice….The Volturi are impatient.”

Your heart pounds in your ears.

“So..Are they coming?”

“No.” he says. You blink in relief.

“So, why are we leaving?” you asked emotionally.

“Alice saw Caius planning a search party to see if you had changed.”

You swallowed and shake your head with a furrow of your eyebrows. You remembered the tracker. Everything was unfair.

“Look at me…Please?”

You meet his golden gaze.

“Do you mind us settling in Alaska?”

“No….I don’t mind.” you say quietly. He then nods slowly but full of hope.

“I thought you didn’t like it there?” you ask because you didn’t want him to be forced somewhere he didn’t like.

“Only because of Tanya…” he tries to smile a bit but the situation was too serious, “I know how close you are to them. You need that especially right now…”

You nod.

“We even have a surprise waiting there for us.” he says trying to cheer you up.

Your smile was shaky but he understood. He pressed an affectionate kiss to you before you watch him leave out.

He watched you keep staring back at the disappearing home as you both walked out.

“It’s okay. We will be back.” he says trying to cheer you up. You nod.

He helped you back on in the boat after you both walked the dock.

After sleeping on the plane, you saw the mountains and the landscape that whizzed past you as the car drove.

The car stopped. You looked up at the beautiful home as you stood outside of the home.

“Esme’s wedding gift to us.” he tells you quietly.

A genuine smile formed on your face. Your arms were crossed as you slowly walk in and take in the new and warm home that you were going to share with your new husband. It really felt like home.

You sit down slowly on the bedroom bed. Your mind was still going a mile a minute.

“You don’t have to worry.” he says as he sits next to you.

You don’t say anything for a moment.

“So….Will they come here?”

“No…But, we instead go there.”

“To Italy?!” you ask in disbelief as you tilt your head to get a better look at him.

“You won’t be a human when we do…Alice says it’s best if we made a surprise visit. It will catch them off guard.” he says sadly. He heard your heart quicken.

“Nothing bad will happen to you.” he reassured quietly. He didn’t like it just as much as you, but he just couldn’t lie.

“How soon?” you ask.

“Not long.” he says quietly, you almost had to strain to make it reach your ears.

That night while he was gone, you talked to Rosalie.

“I want to give my cat to Charlie. He’s alone in that house.” you tell her over the phone. You were a bit sad but you knew that your new future wouldn’t allow your cat to be comfortable with you. You would rather give it to someone to help them just as much as it helped you.

“That’s nice of you.”

“But keep it anonymous. Make it seem like it’s a stray cat that won’t go away or something.”

“Okay. I will make the call for you and call your sitter.”

“Thank you.” you tell her sadly.

“So…Besides the parade being rained on..How was the honeymoon?”

You tell her how much you and Edward enjoyed yourselves, even telling her that it seemed like you both got to know each other even more. She seemed very happy for you. You could hear the smile in her voice.

“Marriage is fun. Especially with the person you love…I didn’t want you to change into one of us Y/N. But…I understand your circumstance.”

“Maybe…I would be able to be at ease after everything that’s going on is over.”

“The thing that worries me is with Aro and what he’s going to plan when he sees you.”

“Did Alice see anything?”

“I haven’t spoken to Alice after she told us what the Volturi were planning…I’m coming to visit you soon. I just have to talk to Edward.”

“Okay.”

The entire family came when you woke up that next morning.

You hug them and they all hug you tightly back. It sounded like collective wind chimes as they all spoke and told you how much they missed you and Edward.

Alice brought clothes.

“I need my sister to be the best dressed in Alaska.” she says with a bright smile.

You and Rosalie grin as you hang them up in your spacious closet.

Talks turned serious when Carlisle spoke to you and Edward in the office of the home.

“What we can do is give Y/N some anesthesia.” Carlisle speaks out.

Edward stared at you the entire time. His cold hand was tight but not tight enough to be painful.

“Why do I have to be knocked out?”

“It’s painful.” Edward says.

“How painful?” you ask.

“I don’t want to tell you.” he says as he shuts his eyes closed. He remembered the pain he was in, even in his delirious and sickly state.

“What happens when it wears off?” you ask curiously. The last thing you wanted was to be woken up in pain.

Carlisle rises up and Edward walks you to the room where they plan to make it happen. It looked like a home hospice. Carlisle points to an IV.

“I will give you more when needed.”

“Okay.” you sigh out as you look at the bed.

Edward looked like he was already in pain as he held your hand tight.

“You don’t have to do it while she’s awake, son.”

He kissed your forehead and the crown of your head.

“I don’t want to do it at all.” he says quietly. Carlisle gives him a look of sympathy.

You pause as you looked around.

“Should I fake…My death?” you wondered. Carlisle looks down for a moment before looking at you.

“…Do you want to?” Carlisle quietly asks.

The thought of never seeing your parents again frightened you. You didn’t know if you could do such thing. But then again, what if you blindly drained them due to being so hungry for blood?

“I don’t know.” you answer honestly. You then blink at Edward, “Will the others be here…?”

“Of course.” he whispered. He became sadder as the conversation progressed.

You nod.

“Y/N..You don’t have to fake your death….There’s ways around it.”

You stress that your parent is going to eventually want to see you.

“They will notice.” you say. “They will know that…Something is off about me.”

“You can still write and send letters…You’re too busy traveling.” Edward says.

You nod as he holds both of your hands.

“I feel like with good planning, things will be okay.” Carlisle says confidently.

“Where’s Siobhan when you need her?” you whispered. Two chuckles ring out.

“Things will be fine, Y/N. You will still be you. You will just have to say goodbye to human food.” he says. You smile.

You look to Edward.

You look to Carlisle.

“Can I talk to him…Alone?” you ask Carlisle.

“Of course. We’ll just come back.” he says and he’s off.

Edward sits in a chair and leans back.

“Edward?”

“Yes?”

You rub his shoulder. You then lean and kiss his cheek.

“Please, don’t be sad.” you whisper.

He forced a bright smile, “I’m not.”

“You’re not fooling anyone.” you whisper and he fades it away. He brings you to him and you sit sideways on his lap.

“I’d never thought I would be this stressed before.” he whispers to you.

A soft caress meets his cheek, “Don’t be stressed. I’m still right here.”

He reaches and caressed you cheek before cradling the side of your face. He blinked and keeps his eyes closed.

“Y/N. I will miss this…Your human reactions…You’ll be a monster..Like me.”

“You’re not a monster.”

“I was when I was a newborn. Something that you will be soon.”

“Aren’t you going to be there?”

“Every step of the way.” he says seriously. “I’m not leaving your side.”

You smile, “Okay then..You will make sure I don’t go crazy…You inspire me, Edward. You’re so smart and loving and I get to spend forever with you. Just you.”

He nods slowly.

“At least….There won’t be anymore love marks.” he whispered. You grinned.

“You’ve already mastered ways around them.” you say with breathlessness.

“I want you to still play piano with me.”

“Duh.” you say.

“That’s our thing.” he says. You nod.

“Promise me….Promise..That it’s our thing. You won’t forget about playing.”

You caress his face with the hand that had the promise ring on your hand and he kisses it.

“I promise…I would be crazy to…Plus, its our thing…Nobody plays as good as you.” you whisper confidently.

“You giving me a big head, Y/N.”

“Good.” you say and you both chuckle.

He hugged you as you lean into him.

You wondered if things would be different when you change. You wondered why Edward was a bit frightened of it all but you had good faith that him and the rest of the Cullens will be at your side. You just really wondered how everything will play out once you do change.

[savourandswell]

Dude you dissapeared just few months and you blew up!! What the hell did u do this time? So hot and inspiring! Congrats!

HAHA I knowwwwww. I can honestly say it just kind of… happened. I wasn’t trying, the weight just keeps coming. Thinking about my routine though, there are a few tips I have for anyone aspiring to or struggling to gain. So here they are…

WEIGHT GAIN TIPS FROM SAVOURANDSWELL

#1. 🥛MILK🥛:

I love milk. The value of milk to growing and maintaining my weight cannot be overstated. I consider it the most important aspect. A litre of whole milk contains anywhere from 650-850 calories, nearly double that if it’s Half&Half. SODA DOESN’T COME CLOSE TO NUMBERS LIKE THAT‼️ That’s not even to mention how nutritious milk is, you’ll get fatter, but somehow feel fitter. Trust me- if you want some easy gains, drink less soda and more milk.

#2. ❌No Small Snacks❌:

Small snacks will sabotage your appetite. If you’re hungry but all you have available is a packet of chips or some fruit? Leave them, stay hungry. Let that feeling grow- let your mind be consumed by the thought of food and wait until you have the chance to eat a real meal. You’ll eat far more calories then than if you’d given in for a paltry couple hundred.

#3. ⬆️BIG Meals & Eat Them Quickly⬆️:

If you can handle it, cut out snacks completely and eat 2-3 big meals a day. Your stomach will struggle to feel a difference between a huge amount of calories eaten far apart and a small amount eaten regularly throughout the day- but the scales will notice. 6000 calories spread across 3 meals will leave you feeling no more full than 2500 spread through small meals and snacks.

When you do eat your meals, EAT FAST. None should take much longer than 15-20 minutes, if they do, your body will start to feel it and your appetite will fail. I love to savour my food- but I save that for fancy dinners and sessions with a partner. If you want to gain, eat quickly and without very much thought at all. That leads me to my next point-

#4. 📱Eat Mindlessly📱

Don’t think too much when you eat, not even about how much you’re enjoying the food. There’s a real and powerful connection between mind and body- if you’re truly aware of how much food you’re eating, you will feel more full. Try not think about it, distract yourself by watching a movie, or YouTube, or talking to someone. Have all your food ready next to you, and shovel it in while you focus on something else.

#5. 💤Eat Your Biggest Meal Just Before You Sleep💤

Conventional wisdom states that eating before you sleep will make you fatter because your body is more sedentary- that doesn’t really make much sense, a calorie is a calorie regardless of when you eat it. HOWEVER, much of my previous advice will be perfectly applied by eating at this time. You will have had to wait quite a while between meals to eat at this time, making you very hungry. You will be tired, helping you to eat mindlessly. Besides that- you will get the pure bliss of descending into a sweet food coma every night, and leave just enough time for you to wake up hungry all over again.

Well, that’s it. Some quick tips from savourandswell. They may not feel applicable to you, they may even seem undesirable for the kind of lifestyle you want to live… HEY, that’s fine, no problem. This is just one fat guys tips, there are tons of ways to gain weight and mine may not work for everyone- but it’s worked for me, and that’s worth considering. Good luck ;)

[covenofagatha]

my dears please do not aspire to be me.. the horniness consumes you and your work! it's horrendously and deliciously distracting.. i have way overdue studying that has not been done 😭

anyhow, thank you miss covenofagatha for replying me so quickly <3 i saw your reply about being on the rowing team, and afterwards i headed to the gym where i got complimented by an acquaintance who said i "gained a lot of muscle". obviously i ran away because i can't talk to women but the agatha brainworm persisted! so i present a very self-indulgent baby brainworm:

sub! needy! agatha who's obsessed with your body, and she can't stop thinking about riding your abs. even if you're asleep.

(contains g!p daddy! reader, i might not have abs but let me pretend for a sec, bratty agatha, sweat mention, suggestive showers™, consensual somno, pillow riding and grinding which becomes ab riding and grinding, degradation)

the moment you come home from work, agatha's all over you. "i missed you," she mumbles, words muffled by your broad shoulder that she's buried herself into. you grunt out a half-exasperated "agatha", pushing her off you gently because you're sticky with sweat and you really, really need a shower.

(it's funny because when you're out together, most people assume agatha's the dom, the top. little do they know how she melts into putty in your hands, all whiny and desperate for your cock. and agatha loves feeding into it, because every time rio brings up agatha pegging you as a joke, you drag her into a nearby bathroom stall and fuck her against the wall, snarling about "what would they say if they knew you were my little brat, huh? that you're so fucking needy for daddy's dick?")

she clings back onto you, and while agatha harkness does not pout, the narrowing of her eyes at you certainly feels like she is. you sigh, shaking your head fondly as you meander your way to the bathroom. she does this song and dance with you every time you go off for work, your part-time job as a physical trainer at a nearby gym. each time, she mutters about how she can provide for both of you easily, but you brush her off because you don't want to be a burden. you already live in her house basically for free!

one upside of the job, is that whenever you come home in your tank top and sweatpants, agatha gets all flustered and needy. you asked her after the fifth time she jumped you why she gets so worked up the moment you get home; and she'd spluttered a sorry excuse, cheeks blushed a faint pink, and you just had to fuck her again then and there.

this time, though, you're still aching from your workout. "hit a new PR, baby," you say as you turn away to strip for the shower, "m'a little sore," hoping it'll deter her advances a little. when she doesn't respond, you turn back to realise she's raking her eyes up and down your body, licking her lips, pupils dilating greedily. You raise an eyebrow curiously, and she seems to snap out of whatever daydream she's in.

"I'm going to shower," you warn, implying that there will be no shower shenanigans, and she huffs, arms folded. "I'm joining you," she declares, and leaves no room for argument as she begins unbuttoning her shirt seductively -- normally, you'd pounce all over her, and your cock hardening cements its approval on the idea, but you really are a bit sleepy.

by the time the two of you get in, she's facing you directly as you lather soap all over your body, her fingers trailing up your abdomen. "sweetheart," you groan, and she mocks you with a saccharine call of "daddy". she moves, and you can feel the heat radiating from her cunt, her fingertips ghosting each ridge and dip and scar while she noses into your neck.

"you're such a brat," you grumble, and she coos, grinding her clit upwards against your raging boner with a "then punish me, daddy," and you keen loudly. fuck, she's good at this. "I'm tired, baby. really," you protest again, and she slumps in irritation.

"don't pout, darling," you console her, stifling a chuckle at the great agatha harkness getting grouchy because she isn't getting fucked. "I'm not," and her eyes glint with something mischievous. you'd be a little concerned if you managed to see it, but unfortunately for you, she steps out of the shower before you can decipher it.

after soft kisses and promises to fuck her silly tomorrow, agatha seems to have settled, accepting that she won't cum tonight. "my sweet girl can hold out a little longer, can't she?" is what tides her over until you fall asleep, breathing evening out as you relax next to her.

there, as you fidget with the sheets, your shirt riding up, she spots the central object of an embarrassing number of wet dreams; your abs. agatha never thought she'd be so enraptured by a part of your abdomen, always liking your tits or ass or cock, because duh. but as she grows accustomed to those, she finds that every time you flash her with your soft tummy with the hard edges of your core muscles, she gets soaked.

the idea that you're so fit, that your perfect body is owned by her the way hers is by you, drives her insane. she needs to run her hands over them, plant kisses along the ridges, lick up your happy trail, suck marks over your skin -- fuck, she's so wet already.

she glances over, and you look so utterly perfect, all ready for her. she battles herself for a little while, because contrary to popular belief, she *does* want to be your good girl. but you wouldn't even know, right? so she wouldn't be breaking the rules if you didn't know she was.

she tries with her pillow, imagining its your hard muscle and gentle skin, but it isn't enough. the fabric runs rough, and it's smooth as silk but it isn't *you*. agatha turns, looking at your snoozing form -- and makes a decision.

.. it's your fault for being so damn hot, honestly.

you wake up to a moving weight on your stomach, a sticky hot wetness coating your lower abdomen. blinking your eyes open, your mind hardly registers the moans above you, and your body flexes reflexively. agatha whines a loud "daddy, fuck-" and your eyes shoot open, hips bucking up, and your gaze settles on her.

agatha straddles your waist, one thigh on each side of you, ass sitting on your bulge as she bunches up the blanket in her grip; most importantly, though, is the furious rutting of her cunt against your abs, and it sounds so fucking wet. her head is thrown backwards, eyes rolled back too, and the noises coming from her mouth are positively *filthy*.

frantic whimpers of "daddy" and "feels s'good" and "please" drive you feral, and you swear under your breath before sitting up, agatha whining at the clench of your muscles under her.

"you're so fucking desperate," you grip her hips, stilling her movement and agatha genuinely wails. "couldn't wait, huh? daddy's needy little slut. can't even use my cock, getting off on my abs? pathetic whore."

"need you, daddy, please," her cunt throbs, and she feels your hardened cock pulse underneath her, and agatha gasps as you move to dig your fingers into her supple ass. "oh, baby, I know," your core muscles hurt from the awkward position, and they contract. when she pants, out of breath from her earlier endeavours, you roll your eyes mockingly.

"hump," you bite your lip at the moan that erupts from her at your command, and she obeys, her juices slick as she slides against you again. "so you can listen, hm? you just choose not to, little brat. need daddy to fuck your brains out? couldn't control yourself, had to touch yourself while daddy was asleep?"

she whines again, nodding quickly, "yes, daddy, fuck, couldn't help it- you looked so good, daddy, please-" cooing at her, you knead her soft cheeks, humming condescendingly.

"aww, my pathetic girl has to cum? beg for it, then."

-

okay I'm tapping out here because this is getting too long and i cant decide if i want her to be edged or cum without permission....... you get to decide, i guess!

(i personally am more on the beefy side and i do not have abs... so this is probably inaccurate lmfao. sorry dear i dont train for the aesthetic, as long as i can lift big things im good, so this is likely not uber accurate.)

hope you like your reward! let me know if anything was too much etc. i hope your exam went well / goes well, haha. take care dear 💜

-lots of love, worm anon

Oh my god 🫠 brb about to go to the gym in the first time in over a year and get those swimmer/rower abs back (completely unrelated to this of course)

I didn't know bottom!Agatha could be so hot HELP

Hmm I do think reader would let her cum for being so good and asking for it so nicely

I very much like my reward (thank you SO much) and as always, I can't wait for your next brainworm

[keeper-of-sparkly-things]

swr wof crossover au

Exactly five people have shown interest so i have taken that as permission to talk about this a little

(All of the art is not mine, its commissioned from my sister who does not have a tumblr, heres her youtube instagram and deviantart if you want to look at more of her stuff)

Anyway this idea spawned in discord when me and my friends were talking about how there are too few mythical creature aus of starwars and especially rebels and so i jokingly mentioned that someone could do a wings if fire au. It has since consumed my brain. Have some thoughts

Spectre 1, Kanan Jarrus

This guy is a leafwing. Thought process was “He’s green. Connected to the living force. And it would be cool” He is an animus, like all jedi will be in this au. He is one of very few pantalan dragons that have ever been an animus. His backstory isn’t that much different in canon, he ends up in the scorpion den with Hera. He also happens to have fairly strong leafspeak, though it doesn't see much combative action in the desert. At the time rebels starts he is about 11 dragon years old, at the time the empire rose he was 6 dragon years old.

Spectre 2 Hera Syndulla

Hera is a silkwing/sandwing hybrid. Since silkwings were almost entirely slaves or something similar in arc 3, and since twi’leks are the most slaves in starwars, i decided to make her a silkwing, and also because shes pretty. However, a friend said she had strong queen Thorn vibes and so now shes a hybrid sandwing who happens to work with the rebellion in the scorpion den. She has regular silk and also a tail barb, though it is smaller than other sandwings, but its still just as dangerous. Around the time rebels starts she is a little less than ten dragon years old, when the empire rose she was almost 5.

Spectre 3 Chopper

He is actually a little animus enchanted wooden octopus. Basically a while ago an animus decided animus’s were too powerful and purposefully nerfed the entire system, including things like you can enchant living things including the spellcaster, as such, animated carvings and such became fairly common, as they were technically nit alive but could still move as if they were. Think Blob from darkstalker except chopper has the side effect of being much more violent since he was separated from his creator. Hera found him in some ruins during the clone wars. No one knows how old he is.

Spectre 4 Garazeb Orrelios

This guy is just a normal icewing because theres a sad lack of purple icewings in wof canon. And also icewings and nightwings have had a rivalry since forever (i know that was supposed to be fixed in arc two but i needed a reason for a nightwing king to be willing to wipe of a large chunk of a tribe and palpatine in nothing without his ability to hold grudges over things he wasn’t even alive for that dont matter anymore) in this au he is still a captain of a guard, but it isn’t The royal guard (since theres only ten dragon tribes but hundreds of starwars species so we cant just entirely eliminate one dragon tribe with it being a much bigger problem than just the lasat) It is the biggest city besides the one where the royal family lives, and a lot of lesser nobility and a fair chunk of the icewing army, including where they train the new recruits is there. After it gets destroyed (there were Rumors that the nobility of the city were in league with rebellion, so if course the empire decided to go to the extreme and kill literally everyone who lived there) Zeb then goes into hiding in the Scorpion Den, thinking the desert would be the last place they would look for a reputable icewing, and there he meets kanan and hera. They recruit him by fighting imperials together and saving him from death by dehydration. He would have been 20 when the empire rose and 25 by the start of rebels. (@kanerallels has actually made this fic of him meeting kanan and hera go check it out if you haven’t please)

Spectre 5 Sabine Wren

Shes a rainwing. In Darkstalker and in the guide to a dragon world, they are mentioned to be widely feared assassins. Queen Glory wanted the rainwings to not be useless in a fight so she taught some of them to fight. The group that learned to fight took it too far and became the mandalorians, and sabine having been a bounty hunter at some point in canon, and also liking to express herself through her outward appearance, this is what i landed on. All her armor is enchanted by kanan to blend in with her scales when shes trying to be stealthy. This is what eventually persuaded her to join them. She was 1 when the empire rose and is 6 when rebels starts.

Spectre 6 Ezra Bridger

He is a silkwing hivewing hybrid. In the books these tribes seem to be more purposefully agricultural than the other tribes, being the only ones (i think) that have gardens for food instead of decoration, and they also have greenhouses, and lothal is a farming planet. Pantala is also a good out of the way grassland that doesn’t immediately have the attention of the empire, which is very convenient for him since he’s basically the most illegal person to ever exist. Unregistered child (illegal under the empire) who is also a hybrid (also illegal) descendent of a flamesilk (illegal when unregulated) and an animus (illegal period under the empire) and happens to have both abilities(because hes my favorite and i can do whatever i want), as well as a tail barb meant for paralyzing others, though both his flamesilk and his tail barb are significantly weaker than the average because of hybrid genetics. (His tail can barely paralyze tiny dragonets and prey and doesn’t work on bigger things without enhancement, and unless he purposely uses his hottest silk its not hot enough to actually burn most dragons) his parents did work with the rebellion on pantala, but because an emergency they traveled to pyrrhia and brought ezra with them because he was to dangerous to leave alone but were attacked and imprisoned halfway across the ocean, leaving ezra alone, and being like 2 years old at the time, lost his sense of direction and wandered to pyrrhia instead of pantala (bridges were built at some point connecting the continents by the islands) it should be known that he has no idea hes an animus at this point and thinks hes just really good at disguises and everyone else is just very dumb, when in reality hes like enchanting a poncho to make him look like a non hybrid and other accessories to make him look different by accident. He eventually wanders over to the scorpion den and causes a LOT of chaos which led to the ghost crew finding and adopting him. He was born on the first empire day and was about 4.5 years old when rebels starts. (If you want some angst he grows his wings right after malachor and kanan completely misses it)

[wxlfbites]

December 9, 2024

Nonhuman Nuance on Gender...

I have never been a consumable presence in this world. Everything about me has always been this labyrinthine ocean that refuses to be domesticated. There are parts of my identity that I've been able to recognize with familiarity from childhood that some people don't even notice until adulthood. Gender, the expression of one's own, and the standards of humanity as a species are things I've thought about since I was as young as three or four years old because nothing about my assigned sex or species has ever felt reflective of who and what I really am. The expectation of behavior for both humans and girls are much different than those for wolves and boys, and I realized very early on that people were expecting things of me that were, in my mind, simply unnatural and foreign.

When I got older and started really thinking about the implications of these feelings, being both transgender and a Were. And I didn't initially connect the two together the way I do now. It took a bit of time to realize that my gender is intrinsically linked to my nonhumanity. Sure, there are times I feel like a human man, but I'm also never a "normal" human man... both my nonhumanity and neurodivergence making certain of that. There is a disconnect between me and other human men that I can not explain away with being transgender.. It is more than that.

Wolves do not display obvious sexual dimorphism, if you went to the zoo and saw the wolves, you would not be able to distinguish the males from the females with a quick glance. Their social behaviors are also not typically structured by gender, male wolves can be just as nurturing and submissive as females. In these ways, among others, I relate my gender more to wolves than humans. No matter how close to human I feel, there are always these subtle nonhuman nuances to everything about me. My body language, my fashion sense, my interests, the way I interact verbally.. even the way I process information. It's all wolven. I talk about this a little in another post, but I've realized that this connects to my gender as well.

Put simply, while transmasculine is my primary label, one that I love and wholeheartedly connect to in every way, there is an undertone to it that is canine; and I would like to express that more openly. I know the term xenogender exists, and I feel that I technically do fit it, it's just hard for me to connect to microlabels in any meaningful way. What xenogender experiences do you all have?

[imsiriuslyreading]

AFTG reading update

alright so i finished book 1, the foxhole court.

before i start, a little drive-by from they who will not be named:

anyway!

first and foremost this book was the ultimate escapism. it feels like fanfiction and i mean that with so much love and honour and respect. fanfiction happens to be my favourite 💅🏽

i am so obsessed with these little monsters that i’ve been having lucid dreams about them HAHA. i’ve also ended up on what i believe to be russian aftg fandom tiktok so there we have it! i have no idea what’s happening but im happy to be involved.

there’s too much to cover but holy shit. neil? neil. i want to wrap this poor traumatised boyo up and give him a cuddle and protect him from everyone. when coach was shouting at him and he flinched? stop. my heart. pls.

kevin. poor traumatised kevin. i fear the word traumatised is gonna come up often here. i want to know what’s going on in this boys head all the time. because hello what do you mean you can switch on this little famous boy persona in an instant but the next you’re shaking like a little leaf?

andrew. andrew andrew andrew. what the fuck. i fear i am meant to hate you, but in actuality you consume my every thought. you might be the worst person ive ever read and i would like very much to be your best friend. the way he just knows everything. observes it all, doesn’t talk about it but just like drops made lore and knowledge unprovoked right when neil needs to hear it. ugh. UGH.

that whole talk show thing had me pacing around in utter panic too. i was so stressed and also riko is terrifying help?? that kathy woman, if i ever see you it’s on sight. the image of renee shoving her legs over andrew to stop him moving made me laugh so much. and andrew with the “i don’t share” oh my christ.

anyway some highlights:

i am very very excited to start the next one. @leodores i wanna hear your unspoilered thoughts from the first book asap 👀

[ablobwhowrites]

yandere dandys world y/n idea? Maybe?

Hear me out on this idea. Like cause I like boxten a lot. I like the funny musical man. (Also toodles and pebble and coal are platonic yanderes only)

Plus this is just a idea for a y/n but I don't know if it'll ever be a official y/n I'll write for unless you guys like this idea.

Imagining boxten y/n. Who mostly is besties with poppy and over time he sees how strange the other toons are acting but thinks he's overreacting and just him overthinking. Plus him taking the baking classes with sprout and Cosmo takes up a lot of his time and it's almost 24 hours that y/n has been taking these classes and of course y/n wants to get better and make the perfect cake but sometimes when the classes aren't scheduled it's almost instantly that Cosmo or sprout need help with something that consumed a lot of time.

Y/n sometimes wants to go on solo runs again but almost Everytime a other toon sees him a elevator and immediately joins him or calls y/n over and cause he doesn't wanna be rude, y/n let's the toon go with him in the run or if called over for something just gets out the elevator to help but once in a while he is able to slip in a solo run for a bit but tries to be quick a run but when he comes up from a run thinking he got back in time. It's either poppy or vee standing in front of the elevator door when he comes back up and poppy is like "I could cover for you! You don't need to just wander off, you could get in big trouble." But the Vee is just sighs and is angry that y/n wander off again and now y/n has to hangout with Vee for a week so that Vee won't tell any toon that he snuck out.

I do imagine one time in a run. Y/n was getting back to the elevator a twisted tried to drag y/n back away from the elevator but goob was on the run and was able to grab y/n back and after goob would keep the twisted as far away from y/n as he could and scraps would check up on y/n from time to time on the run before getting back but I do imagine when y/n was first attached by a twisted, there was a lot of arguing among the toons for who was in charge of distracting the twisted because y/n could have gotten killed by only got away with some minor scraping on his arm.

During Christmas time I do imagine that likes to try and help bobette, rudie and ginger with puting up decorations and rudie just telling stories about Santa and y/n standing there like "...so a fat guy in a red suit breaks into people's houses and leaves presents but takes only sweets a milk? Won't he get sick?" And rudie is like "your right!...but Santa loves cookies what could we do to trade cookies and milk?" And end up asking Cosmo and sprout to make some kind of sweet that Santa could eat and just rudie and boxten y/n just yapping about Santa clause.

Bobette just going along with y/n's and rudie's "full proof" plan of seeing Santa clause and making a pillow fort next to the Christmas tree to make sure they'll be able to see Santa clause. They don't because they got tired and coal found them and end up sleeping next to the trio. Toodles joins and rudie tries to set up a camera next to the tree to catch a picture but ends up getting a picture of peddle or coal next the to tree.

I imagine astro always checking up on y/n to make sure his dreams are nice ones but sometimes sees y/n have nightmares and tries to stop them but only successfully a few times. Shrimpo is kinda a bodyguard to boxten y/n a lot of runs together. Like pacing left and right looking out for twisted's and making sure non of them get near y/n. Also during Valentine's day I imagine y/n finds a very nice flower but the stem is slightly crushed and y/n knows who is from.

(anyways this is just my idea but if you like it, you guys can request more and I would love to yap about it. But that's it for my yap session, please don't be shy and request ideas for fics or y/n's and for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

What up y'all! I return bearing what was originally gonna be survival!shipping fluff (I sketch the face first and drew young Garmadon instead of his full Oni version) but morphed into this because my ass was listening to Ethel Cain and Flower Face while drawing. Honestly I took it and wound up playing rendering/color and quite frankly I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out!

Translations: Vertical word- Destruction, bottom text- "You are no man, men don't have claws they can't cut."

Garmadon is my favorite character to use for these more painterly metaphorical art studies because:

A) He's my babygirl and favorite character, this is very well established lol

B) He's a fundamentally tragic character. He's doomed by the narrative in every sense of the word, he was a child when he was bit and after that he was left to deal with the fact that there was this evil snake in his head and his father as well as his brother (seemingly the only people he interacted with as a child) were now somewhat afraid of him. By his young adulthood his relationship with his family begins to strain due to their belief he's "turning evil" especially when going on the quest for tea leaves in Spinjitzu Brothers which shows he actually feels rather upset/angry that his brother and father believe he's turning evil simply because he experiences negative emotions (you know like a normal person) but then after he see's himself in the mirror in book three he goes on a downward spiral believing he's doomed to turn evil and be alone. We don't really know what happens after book four since the fifth and final book never came out but it's easy to assume that the tea didn't work and Garmadon is left all the worse for it coming out of the trip with his mental health in the gutter. We don't know to much about what happens in-between then and when he goes to Chen's Island but we do know that he doesn't seem to have gotten better since in Shatterspin he's still pretty self sacrificing and other people have begun to notice his less than stellar mental state.

Then we know what happens after the war, his mind is consumed and he is left to be less than himself. Even then when he comes back from the underworld we see that he still cares about his son, he kills the Great Devourer, he still wants to be a person. At the end of season two he gets what he wants, he cured, and for the time that he is fully himself for the first time in years he begins to apologize and try to make up for all that he did (even if it lowkey wasn't 100% his fault seeing he was being controlled by an evil snake), but even that didn't last. He dies, or moreover sacrifices himself to save Ninjago from Chen's Anacondrai army, but he dies a good person, he gets a memorial and family that mourns the truest version of himself. And then he was brought back again, ripped from the afterlife but only as half of himself, only the evil side, the side he spent thousands of years repressing until he couldn't anymore and regretted the second he was himself again. Despite that despite the fact it is supposedly only his evil side left he is still trying to be good, with the Garmadon comics showing his desire for redemption and his care for his son even in what he had thought to be his dying moments.

I think this is what makes one of the beginning lines from the Garmadon comics all the more tragic "Who knows what life he may have lived had he not been corrupted by the Great Devourer and cast into the underworld." He might have gotten to live a different life, he may have gotten to be happy and not fear what he might become, he might not have had to die multiple times over, but we'll never know because that's not what happened instead his fate was twisted by something completely and utterly out of his control.

So yeah he's a little fucked up and that's why he's my favorite! Hope y'all enjoyed my long winded rant, I have so many opinions on this man and don't even get me started on how much I hate crystalized for how it fucked up his development from the comics, but uhhh I think that's it!

If you want to you can check out my fic What Doesn't Kill You it's mostly me putting him in a jar and putting him under a microscope lol, other than that I hope yall have a great day/night and I'll see you when I appear from the mist again! PEACE OUT!

[audacityofbird]

Hey, look I'm using this account lol. I'm chronically inactive on Tumblr and bluesky. Looking to rectify that. And why not rectify it with kindness?

The @st-loveconfessions is doing a kindness week and I felt inspired to do today's challenge. Two fics cross my mind often when I'm bopping along to my playlist on shuffle so I made a mini playlist for each of them. First up, @arimakes fic, fill my lungs with sweetness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58766857/chapters/149761072

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2HqeHe5nNf9eG5o1DxpxQu?si=h6D-0aPqR4GIe4C1PNQbfA&pi=zzFGVNqTSGuA9

Here's a little playlist for wabisabipapi and their hanahaki apocalypse fic. A lot of them are just vibes but I'm gonna write below the reasonings behind my choices as well as the song title and artist.

I hope this silly little playlist does the the fic justice because it truly is wonderful and beautiful.

We'll become silhouettes - postal service

Mainly vibes. A lot of them are just vibes but it reminded me of Eddie's time in his home / bomb shelter and then their shared time there.

Don't panic- Coldplay

This mainly was vibes but the irony of Eddie being afraid of the world they lived in and it being seen as a beautiful world by either of them felt like the back and forth of Steve cracking Eddie's hard exterior. Steve trying to encourage Eddie go out into the world and those who are left are there to lean on one another.

Come into my arms- november ultra

This reminded me Eddie and his mom and all he internalized about her and how he missed her and how they translated to how he inevitably opened up and closed off to Steve

Surface tension- Genevieve Stokes

This felt like Eddie vibes to me. Denying himself what he doesn't think he can have.

Silhouettes- colony house

Again vibes. This felt vibes of the both of them during their time together and the very end.

Tourniquet - Jeremy messersmith

This felt like a Steve to Eddie song. That he would have been there for him no matter what after the time they spent together no matter what the unreliable narrator in Eddie's head told him. No matter what Eddie's fear told him.

Under my bed- provoker

This felt like Eddie's fear in a song. There's a part when all feels lost and Eddie is consumed by his fear which is just a surrender to the fear he already has on the surface all along.

Gilded lily- cults

Another Eddie song around being consumed by the fear of dying and being consumed by unrequited love and all he sacrificed unknowingly because of his fathers choices and then eventually having glimmers of hope that he may be wrong about Steve coming back for him.

Into my arms- nick cave and the bad seeds

Again vibes. I'm sorry. But this felt very much like vibes for the end of the story to me.

Bloom- paper kites

I had to mainly because it's the song the title comes from but also every time I hear this song I think of this fic.