#bird draw yans

[gryphons-n-kelpies]

Dr Storm from Sterile Desires!

[lady-ashfade]

Cantober: can you do Yandere class 1a doing a trick-or-treat contest!

🍬 Candy Competition 🍬

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yan!Class 1A x Gn!Reader

Fall Tober Day 2

WARNINGS: Yandere, Light-Hearted, Reader being tugged around, short but cute, rushed ending.

GENRA: Imagine/HC’s

WORDS: 1.5k

A/N: where have I been? That’s interesting- I had surprising surgery and it took all my motivation away, so I have been recovering from that….Yayyy

All weeks lead to this moment. All that time you spent putting on makeup in your mirror, saving to buy that costume, and time it spent to get it right- all came down to this moment.

“Has everyone brought a coat?” Iida shouts above your wailing classmates as they all express their excitement. It was a really nice sight to see everyone so happy and not at each other’s throats. The girls complementing one other on their costumes, taking pictures and hyping up the other. While the boys did the same, it was different. Like, some of them had fake weapons and decided to have a soft fight.

Izuku was dressed as…Of course it’s allmight but one of his old suits. He was explaining the lore to todoroki who stood there with a calm expression in a vampire outfit. It was plain, you knew he just walked into a store and then threw on whatever was in the packet. But, he looked lovely nonetheless.

“Love your costume,” a voice popped up from behind you, following with a pair of hands tugging on your outfit. Turning around you see a floating costume — Hagakure was speaking. You smile and slight shuffling away, hoping to not draw attention to leaning away from the touch.

“Thanks! It cost a lot but it was worth it!!” You shout and show it off with your hands as you giggle happily.

It took a minute to realize what she had on before your mouth started to squeak with excitement, “You’re costume is so perfect, it makes it more scary.” if she wasn’t invisible she would have turn a different shade by now. She was going as Raven from teen titans, it was cool to see it just floating and no one behind the hood.

“I also think you look wonderful” a shy but perky voice chirps. You look to the side and see koda with a shy look on his face, red tented cheeks and a avoided gaze. He was dressed up in a white lab coat, well more of a doctors coat plus all the equipment.

You giggled and reach for the bird on his shoulder who graciously allows you to pet its head, “Dr. Dolittle? A little on the nose,” as the bird pushes its head back into your hand while koda freaks out a bit, but you are quick to dismiss his embarrassment.

“Not a bad thing tho! I honestly like your costume, plus you have so many animals— it’s easily my favorite.”

Suddenly everyone went quiet, all eyes turned to you and you awkwardly shuffled. Tension filled the air and you dropped your hand from the bird who whined at the loss. “What? Why are you all staring at me?” It didn’t take but a few seconds before everyone crowned around you, pushing poor koda away before showing off their amazing costumes.

“What about me? You said you loved my costume,” Mina pouts her lips as she plays with her skirt. You quickly tried to comfort her, “So you think I look cute? Awe baby!!” She went to kiss you before Kaminari got in her place in front of you. 

“I’m a handsome devil!! Flynn Rider, from your fav Disney movie,” a week before this he begged you to be Rapunzel and even though you declined he still kept the costume. He heard you say flynn was hot, so obviously you think he’s hot now. “Don’t fight it, or the smolder.” And he pulls out the exact face flynn does in the movie….How long did he practice that?

“You helped me make the costume,” Shouji lift up his shoulders and moves is arms- he was Doc Ock. And you did help him when he asked, honestly you picked it out for him. Once you suggested it and he planned on doing what you wanted.

“I believe I get a chance to speak,” Todoroki raises his hand amongst the crowd before people talk over him.

They are all shouting now, each one of them getting pushed, many hands tried to grab you, and yet when they tried to kiss you or flirt it went over your head because something else was happening.

“Everyone stop yelling!” A loud and annoyed voice echoes over everyone, making the whole class stop and straighten up. You sigh in relief, thanking your teacher in your mind for saving you. “Everyone pay attention, you have two hours to complete this area. Who ever gets the most candy wins.”

As usual, The Dekusquad pair up, along with the Dakusquad and the more chill ones group together. “What do we win?” Denki asks while everyone nods.

“Two tickets to see F/B.” Mic pops out of nowhere and announces the prize. You let out a streak of excitement and everyone turns.

“I’m winning this thing!” your obsessed classmate glare at each other, there was only one way to get this right- is to make sure you win! Or, win themselves and take you — either way they wanna play tug of war for your attention.

Everyone including you lined up at the gates and you noticed a timer above the arch. It looks real, you think as you stare at the fake town in front of you. It was to dangerous to have the whole school in the city when you guys seem to have targets on your back, so they built a whole small city inside the USJ!! You heard that some parents are here, actors and even pro!heros who have the time to spare.

As the clock counted down in the tenths you started to fiddle, same as your classmates while getting impatient. “Good luck everyone! Sorry if I happened to get competitive.” you shout just before the time loudly goes off.

You expected to get trampled over so you started to run but the area around you changed.

You were in the middle of the street!! Fake houses to your every turn, Halloween decorations in the small yards. “What hero can transport?” it was a question that you shake off before heading to the house on your left.

Somewhere in the distance your classmates cause hell to find you, and get as much candy as they can to win.

“Two lollipops? What are you, cheap?” Katsuki yells at the old lady who opened the door, his friends awkwardly shuffling in the back. Kirishima tugged him by the back collar away from the lady and back to the path.

“Can’t yell at people man! What would y/n say? So unmanly.” kats just huffs at his best friend and pulls away from his grip. All things considered they have been doing well, their bags are getting full and heavy.

“Look who I found?” A feminine voice speaks out, making the boys turn back around. They see you tripping over your shoes as Mina gives you a little nudge closer.

“Mina,” you whine, “I love hanging out but I have to win! This is F/S we are talking about here, I would sell my soul to get tickets.” You try to stray away from them but they block you.

“We can woke together! It’s no different then going alone.” Denki was at your side and placed his arm around you, getting himself shocked at the touch of you.

“We have so much candy, wouldn’t you like to join in? We have more then you!” Sero tries to manipulate you into staying.

So you sigh and let them take you to the other houses, and soon enough your bag is full but you try and push the candy down to make more room.

“I can’t believe you guys,” you smile, “If I win, I am for sure taking one of you!!”

Green Flash.

The place you were standing in is now empty and no sign of you, a gust of wind shakes their clothes and hair. There was only one person who could have made that struck of green energy…

“Deku!” Katsuki shouts but he wasn’t heard by the corporate.

The Dekusquad had taken you and had no plan of letting you go, they only have ten minutes left to make sure you, or themselves won. And they would be damned if they let anyone else win.

“Come on darling,” a hand stroked your cheek and made your eyes open. You saw shoto looking at you, while izuku held you in his arms. “Can’t win if you have your eyes closed.”

“Yeah!” Shoto was pushed aside by a overly excited Ochako. “We wanted to help you win, we already have three full bags.” Iida, Shoto, and Froppy held up the full bags and your eyes go wide.

“Izuku, you can put me down now.” he was quickly to apologize and let you down, turning bright red and looked shameful.

“Next time warn me,” you get a feel for standing again as iida helps you stand straight without getting dizzy.

Over all you had a amazing time with your friends even if they weren’t easy to handle. And when you walked back into the gates, there was a chance of winning. Thought you didn’t win first place, the dekusquad did and promised you the tickets…

“What, which one of us gets to go…”

[mellowwillowy]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞

Yan! God x GN Yan! Reader

Warnings: Gruesome talk, blood, NSFW, Sadist x Sadist, mention of conceiving (miracle talk, no hope though).

"You are the most beautiful songbird in this world, dear."

Just like the songbird you were, you could only chirp and sing like them in this golden cage. The man's golden eyes stared into yours in adoration, his finger poked your cheek playfully every now and then.

How could he not adore his songbird when it took at least millenniums for him to catch you? It was a nice play chase game but he was also a man of needs. He needed to have you in his embrace, in his gilded cage.

"What will you do this time? I won't let you kill yourself to escape anymore."

And he was a man of his word. He would not go back on his words no matter what it took. Even if it meant he had to travel between fragments for millenniums just to find you.

"Oh... my songbird... how beautiful you are with these cuffs on your ankles..."

As though he was petting a bird, his hands ran up and down on your leg, squeezing your thigh every now and then.

"Dressed in white, you really do resemble an angel..."

He held the fabric of your clothes, humming as a glass of wine appeared in his hand. It reminded him of how those lambs' wool was splattered in red as it met its own demise.

"But you see... I enjoy tainting angels... I'm not just some benevolent God like you were..." He spilled the wine onto your clothes, enjoying watching how the red wine seeped through the pristine white fabric.

"My songbird... my favorite lamb..."

He brought his face closer to yours, his lip pressed against yours.

"All good for me, right?"

And that was his warning before he bit on your lower lip, nibbling it as though it was candy. His target shifted into kissing you, his right hand on your waist while his left hand held you still. You thrashed under his hold, legs flailing like a fish.

"Be good."

He bit your tongue, that was his first warning. Unlike his other self, he was not one to have his patience tested. And you loved that. The kiss lasted for as long as you could go on without breathing, tongue exploring each other's. You knew you were growing needy, as much as you enjoyed playing as the target and victim of his adoration, you also fancied him in one of the rooms in your 'heart'.

Growing bored, he pulled off from the kiss and started littering your neck with kisses instead. Your hand went to cover your mouth, your tongue feeling the lip he kissed earlier. You really loved him. So much that you want to cut his tongue and have it as your dinner.

He started to grow greedy, leaving his marks here and there, hickeys and bite marks painted all over your neck and shoulders for people to see. It served as a warning for people who dared to approach after all.

For you were the God's most beloved companion and lover.

Not wanting to lose, you nibbled his ears while your hands clawed his back as though treating him as a scratchbox.

"You must have really wanted to paint my back red again huh?"

He let you do so as he took off his whole attire, only leaving him with his pants, his toned chest bare open for you to feel.

"Go on, I ought to spoil my lover every now and then no?"

You didn't waste your time, digging your nails into his flesh as deep as you could to draw even more blood. You loved seeing him bleeding, you had always enjoyed making people you fancy bleed in one way or another, feeling their blood tinged your arousal.

He did not hiss even for the slightest, used to any kind of pain. His hand traveled down to cup your clothed sex before tearing the fabric that clothed it apart, teasing it with his fingers before he worked his way into it. His other hand stimulated you, both working to make you dig your nails even deeper, it made his back painted in bloody trails.

Gods had no worry with earthly wounds and scars but you two enjoyed keeping each other's marks, relishing in the pain as it was created, unwilling to erase it from your own skin as the two of you let time heal themselves.

As though he wanted more, he brought his mouth to work as well, making your hands move to tug his hair instead. You did not even bother to minimize your moans and whines, thighs squeezing him, not allowing him to pull away even if he was suffocating in a sense.

You knew he would never suffocate after all. No matter how hard and long you choked him, he would never pass out and his erection would only grow larger as he waited for his turn to do so. You two were sick.

It didn't take long for you to reach your high, yet just before you could come, he pulled away from your grasp forcefully, a smirk plastered on his face as he wiped his mouth. A bastard at heart.

"Why don't you return the favor?" He brought your face to his clothed cock by your hair. Used to this, you pulled down his pants and started kissing his cock before pulling down his underwear as well.

Well, it was safe to say his cock bounced out and accidentally hit your face. He only chuckled at the sight of you groaning before pinching your cheek, "How adorable." No matter how sick the two of you were, you two were also souls with a bond. A bond where the two of you would never hesitate to slaughter anyone that got in the way. It was no secret that you had always been brimming with envy seeing him fooling around with his followers.

He didn't mind seeing you going on a rampage with his little followers, in fact, he enjoyed watching it from the sideline. Watching how much they had to suffer as it depended on how much they had spent their time with him. The worst was yet the best for him. You would then sing like a songbird as you clean your mess up, praising yourself for serving another meal for Leviathan to feast. (an: Leviathan - the demon of Envy) In fact, he found you playing around adorable despite the mess he had to clean up as well.

You wrapped his length with your mouth, drooling at the thought of it entering and ramming you in and out. It would feel so good that you were already excited, your excitement leaking out as proof of it.

"So good for me, no?"

You nodded as you shut your eyelids, head bobbing in and out as your hand worked its way as well. You knew the parts he was sensitive to and you wanted to feel him tugging your hair even harder. Your tongue licked one of his cock's veins, urging him to twitch inside you excitedly.

"You really... are, khk-!"

You smiled to yourself mentally, adoring the subtle groans he made and dying to listen to more of it. You really loved seeing his flustered face, and you'd die to see it again, his face red until it reached his shoulder, moans slipping out of his lip and his erratic pace to chase his high, You loved it all. Although you could actually feel your jaw growing sore from his size, you did not pull away. Well, it's not like you could pull away.

The only warning he gave you before he shot his load into your mouth was a little statement of him saying he was cumming. And he came a lot.

Do Gods from his world just have this monstrous size of strength, size, and loads? No wonder they all just have these unlimited amounts of offspring and children.

He pulled out once he finished inside your mouth, his sperm trickled out from the corner of your mouth and hit the floor. His fingers squeezed your round chick, prompting you to open your mouth. You opened it and showed him just how your inside was painted in white with his semen.

He bit his lip, his face and shoulder red from his previous makeout with you. You could just really cum just by looking at his worn-out face, clenching your thighs while thinking about what you should do to make him redder.

"Swallow."

And you did so. His order rang inside your head while you swallowed all the probabilities and chances of a miracle to happen inside your body, for you to conceive. But you threw it all away and drank it down like your favorite drink, wiping the corner of your lip with your thumb before pressing the thumb onto your tongue.

You pointed down to your sex again, the grin on your face gave him all the ideas you wanted. To fuck himself into you as deep as possible and paint your insides white with the idea of a sweet 'miracle' despite the two of you knowing such a thing would never happen. Such a miracle never existed. But what were you two but indulging in each other's wish and lust?

"I truly love you the most, Caelus!" You kissed him with your arms wrapped around his neck. Caelus reciprocated your gestures, his lip nibbling your earlobe as he positioned his cock into your entrance.

"Beats me, I love you too, my love."

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚.

[cloudshuffle]

a rose and its thorns. yan!sunday

nobility au

It was supposed to be a pleasant morning.

The maids had awoken you by drawing the curtains, letting in the clean, cheerful morning light. It was bright, but not so, just perfect for spending a day out in the garden.

Aventurine was away for the day, and Sunday told you as such, hands clasped behind his back in the mirror.

"Don't you have to be with him?" you ask. The maid doing your hair keeps her eyes low, feigning disinterest in the conversation. Sunday's eyes flick to her briefly, assessing her presence in the room - a familiar expression you see him wear a million times every day, observing, discarding, or filing away for future use. There's no wonder why he's the prince's most valued asset.

"No." Sunday smiles thinly, his version of wry humour. "My place isn't among the smell of soldiers and mud."

You laugh, and you don't catch the way his amber eyes glint in the sunlight flooding your room.

Dr Ratio was away for the day too - rare, but not unusual.

"He has a lecture to impart in the city library," Sunday says. "Seeing as the prince will be away today, I thought it best to make efficient use of his time and arrange him to be away from the palace today as well."

"So no lessons?"

"No lessons," he concurs. "Will you have your breakfast in the gardens?"

You would, of course. And with a snap of his fingers, servants are scurrying off to do his bidding. Sunday offers a gracious arm, and the two of you make your way downstairs.

"Lucky both the prince and his tutor aren't around today, isn't it? Boothill isn't around either; it's just you and me today."

Your words pierce him - have you caught on? He isn't ready to take you away just yet, and he hasn't quite had his fill of fun. But a glance at you tells him that it's just an off-handed comment.

"Oh, I'm just teasing." You mistake his tension for misinterpretation, and squeeze his arm lightly. "I just hope I'm not too much of a bother."

You? Never. "It is a butler's duty to be bothered by his wards."

You laugh lightly, and it lightens his heavy heart. Just a bit.

He leads you out to a quiet corner of the garden, one furthest away from the driveway and sheltered from the palace’s prying eyes by the old apple tree.

“I know everyone’s supposed to prefer roses,” you’re telling him. “But I do quite enjoy apple blossoms too. They smell so sweet, and they’re nice to wear in your hair.”

Sunday’s fingers twitch. Oh, how lovely it would be to see you with apple blossoms in your hair, to weave them in himself, to be able to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent mixed with the blossoms. His heart throbs.

But he has to content himself with less. For now.

“I could arrange for the maids to gather some flowers and put them in your hair tomorrow.”

“You would? Whoops.” You wobble in your impractical shoes over a particularly tricky patch of ground, and Sunday’s treated to the warm press of your body against his arm for a brief moment. He thinks he can feel your heartbeat, light as a bird, through the many heavy layers you have on. “I think Ven would like that!”

Ven. The nickname sours his mood, despite your beaming smile.

“Oh, sorry.” Your face falls. “It’s improper to call him by his nickname with other people, isn’t it?”

Sunday forces a polite expression back onto his face. “Not at all. I was simply… caught off guard. I wasn’t aware you were close in that way.”

You blush, faintly. “Well, I suppose we are.”

He’s eternally grateful when the topic turns to other things.

“You should sit.” You pat the table across from you.

“Thank you for offering, but I don’t need to sit.” With his hands behind his back, Sunday surveys the area. Where was that maid who was supposed to bring your breakfast?

“Don’t your legs hurt?” A glance at you reveals a full pout that tugs at his heartstrings. “I always feel bad for you whenever I see you standing all the time.”

He sighs, though he already knows he’d do it because you asked. “I suppose a moment wouldn’t hurt.” Sunday moves to take the chair opposite you.

The maid chooses this moment to make her appearance, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed like she’d just caught wind of some juicy gossip. You seem to chalk it down to the weather, however, and give her a cheerful wave.

This was the maid who did your hair.

Sunday realises this, just as she comes up to the table, trips, and goes sprawling towards you.

You yelp as hot tea and biscuits come flying, but what frightens you more is how quickly Sunday gets to his feet and hauls the maid away from landing straight into your skirts.

“Ow!” you gasp. A few scalding droplets land on your arms - nothing bad, just enough to catch you by surprise.

And there’s a smack, and a tearful exclamation.

Sunday towers over the maid, one of her slender arms gripped tight in his fist. Her other hand cradles her cheek, and she pulls desperately against his hold, both terrified and confused. Fury seems to have lent him a different sort of presence - something that feels almost like the butler’s true self.

“Sunday!” you gasp. When he doesn’t respond, you rest a hand on his arm. “Sunday, please. You’re hurting her.”

He turns to you, and you catch a glimpse of something in his amber eyes, dark and great.

You can’t help but flinch backwards.

His expression returns to some sort of normalcy, and he lets the maid go. She flees without another word, and you get the feeling this is the last time you’ll see her around the palace.

But neither of you are paying any attention to her. And as Sunday takes in your expression, his own dissolves into something akin to panic.

“I… I’m sorry. I really am.” He takes a step toward you. “I lost my composure. Please…”

Don’t be afraid of me. You can hear the words almost as clearly as if he had spoken them. Sunday’s gloved hands, always so steady as he signed important papers, handled the prince’s tea, guided you around the palace, were now trembling ever so slightly.

You take a step back. And the space between you feels like a chasm to him.

[thememestrider]

Never Again - Jago Sevetarion x Girlfriend (with a dash of Konrad Curze)

@yanagikou requested a fic based on their Sevetar/Curze x fem! serf drawing a little while back... This is the fic in question.

I took a few creative liberties with the premise and I'm super happy with the result. So, I hope, Yan, that you like what I came up with too :)

Also tagging @sinistermojo bc they reblogged my Sev sfw alphabet and said they really liked it so thought they might like this too ;)

C/W: nsfw, oral (F receiving), Sev is pretty gentlemanly because he loves his lady very much but Curze is... not. Nothing super extreme by usual Curze fic standards but be aware nonetheless. Unedited so expect grammar and spelling mistakes.

Enjoy :)

Sypnosis: Konrad Curze requests to borrow the personal serf of Jago Sevetarion. Jago and his lady accept on one condition: Sevetar is the one in charge. Even with this cavaet, however, things still go a little awry.

(Tldr: even when faced with the desires and potential wrath of his Primarch, Jago is veryyyyyy protective of his girl ;))

The Night Hunter has her arms held high above her head. Both of her wrists bound in one giant hand while the other holds the back of her neck. His grip is not delicate- already, Jago can see her skin bruising. It makes his hearts seethe. He'd made it clear to Konrad that his woman, while tough of mind and heart, is still plagued by the physical weaknesses of all baseline humans. She must be handled carefully.

Evidently, however, Jago had not made that fact clear enough.

Presently, she is looking up at the Night Haunter, her chin tilted all the way back. Kneeling in front of her as he is, her throat is fully exposed to Jago. In spite of his worries and frustrations, the sight sends shivers of arousal running through his core. Gently, he takes her chin in his thumb and forefinger and tilts her head down until she's looking at him. Her expression is defiant- by the Gods, she wears defiance so damned well- but even so, he can see the fear lying beneath. As her eyes lock with his, however, it diminishes just a little.

"Are you ready?" Jago asks.

She replies with a nod.

"Say it aloud, little bird. I want to hear you."

"I'm ready." Her voice, while tight, is steady and strong.

"Get on with it already, Sevatar." Konrad Curze wears a smile like that of a feral cat with a mouse trapped between its claws. It takes all of Jago's willpower not to snap at him. He looks up at his Primarch, trying and failing to hide his annoyance. "As you command, my lord."

Somehow, Konrad's smile grows more feral.

Ignoring his Primarch once more, Jago leans in towards his woman and kisses her firmly on the lips. From the excited snarl that emenates from Konrad, the Night Haunter sees it as Sevetar finally paying heed to his impatience. But, in truth, it is a chance for Jago to mutter some calming words into her ear.

"I won't let him hurt you. I swear it."

She whispers back to him. Too quiet for the Primarch looming above her to hear.

"I know."

Jago smiles against her cheek. He tilts her head back again and starts to kiss her down the length of her throat. Her skin prickles beneath his lips and she lets out a long, breathy exhale. Jago traces her all the way down her body, slipping her robe from her shoulders as he does. Her naked form graces both his and Konrad's sight like a blessing. Jago hears the Primarch let out a growl of desire. He tries to ignore the surge of envy that the sound elicits within him. Instead, he focuses on her. Her soft, warm skin. Her full, volumptous curves. The coil in his stomach tightens, pooling a stirring heat between his thighs. Jago's lips graze her abdomen, her belly, lower and lower. Until he hears her breath suddenly hitch, feels her muscles tense in anticipation. He braces his hands on her hips. Parts his lips and runs his tongue across his teeth. Then, finally, Jago begins to feast.

The effect on her is instant. Hips bucking into his mouth, she arches her back, entire body writhing. But between the space marine below her hips and the primarch holding her by the wrists, she has no where to go. All she can do is moan and whimper. And by the Gods, are they the most wonderful sounds in the galaxy. The heat between Jago's legs becomes an ache. His breeches stretch against his growing erection. All thoughts of pacing himself vanish and as if possessed by the taste of her arousal, the sounds of her pleasure, he works her faster. One of her legs begins to tremble. Her moans devolve into desperate pants, between which she whimpers his given name like a prayer.

"Jago. Oh, Jago. Jago ple-"

Her voice suddenly dies. Jago glances up to see Konrad Curze with his mouth locked around her lips. The kiss is rough, hungry. The grip he has around her wrists tightens even further as he drags her up and towards him. Jago can see the muscles of her jaw working hard, no doubt trying desperately to keep the Primarch from breaking her mandible. That thought punches a hole through the haze of Jago's own hunger. Just in time for him to see the Night Haunter grab her by the face, break his violent kiss and clamp his canines down on the side of her neck.

It's as if a switch had been flicked in Jago's head. Just like that, his arousal is killed. The haze turns from one of desire to one of blinding red rage. His woman is not unfamiliar with the odd neck-bite: occasionally, and if the moments suits, it is something that he himself will endulge in. But never so abruptly as that. And never ever that hard. For if her skin were to break, she could die.

But Konrad is not thinking about that. He's not thinking at all.

Fucking bastard!

Moving with a speed that should be impossible for a being of his size, Jago shoots to his feet and slams his fist into the Night Haunter's face. He aims for the nose. Hears bone and cartilage crumple beneath his knuckles. Konrad roars in pain and surprise. Droplets of blood fly from the tips of his teeth. Jago recognises its scent as belonging to her. The red haze gets redder. He hits the Primarch again, this time in the solar plexus. Konrad keels over, dropping to his knees as his roar becomes a wheeze. One hand clutches at his torso. The other tries to stem the blood gushing from his nose. Jago would keep beating him. Keep going until he stops moving. Stops breathing. But when the Primarch fell, she had too. Legs giving out from a mixture of pain, shock and residual stimulation. So, as Konrad drops to his knees, Jago catches his woman. Effortlessly cradling her in one arm while the other shoots out straight into a defensive posture. Fury burns behind Konrad's black eyes. He looks at Jago like he might want to kill him. Silently, Jago urges him to try.

"What... " Konrad croaks, voice contorted by his lost breath and broken nose. "The fuck... do you think you're doing?"

"I warned you, Curze" Jago snarls back. "She is not a toy to be broken- she is my love."

Konrad splutters out a laugh. "Love?" he spits the word out, along with a mouthful of blood and saliva. "Love, Sevetar? Is that seriously what you just said to me?"

Jago doesn't hesitate. "It is."

"What the fu-"

"I was against this whole thing, you know," Jago interrupts. "We both were. Right from the fucking start. The only reason we agreed was because you're our Primarch. My Primarch." Hugging his woman closer to his chest, Jago bares his teeth at the Night Haunter. "But now? I do not care. Never again, Konrad. Never will you come close to her again."

Konrad Curze narrows his eyes until they're little more than slits. Slowly, he gets to his feet. Even hunched over his aching torso, he stands several feet taller than Jago. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated rage. "I could have you killed for this," he whispers. "I could flay her alive and make you watch."

Jago glares up at his gene father. "You so much as touch a hair on her head, and I'll beat you worse than Vulkan did on Istavaan."

Konrad is stunned into silence. Not merely at Jago's threat, but the absolutely certainty with which he'd said it. Several times, his mouth opens and closes as he tries to find a way to retort. But, in the end, all he manages is a wordless hiss. Then, he retreats, leaving Jago and his woman alone in their shared quarters once more. Jago can feel her shaking against him. Her mouth is set with defiance, but he can see the tears in her eyes. When he is certain Konrad is gone, he drops onto one knee and offers to put her down. She responds by putting her arms around his neck and clinging on tight. Jago's hearts falter. His remaining fury at Curze is quickly stamped out. "How badly are you hurt?" he asks softly.

Wiping her eyes, she manages a meek smile. "I'm fine. He only scratched me." As if to prove it, she shows Jago her neck. Indeed, the only evidence of Konrad's attack is a shallow, intermittently bleeding gash. But even so, Jago is not so easily put at ease. "I'm sorry," he mutters. "I knew he was unstable, that he might hurt you. I never should've let him anywhere near you."

Gently, she touches Jago's cheek with one hand. It fills Jago with a different kind of warmth. "It's not your fault," she says. "I agreed to it too, remember?"

Jago scowls. Not at her, obviously. But rather, at himself. For not denying Konrad outright. For letting things get as far as they did. He should've seen what was coming the moment he saw that smile on Curze's face. When he saw how tight he was holding her-

"Jago?"

He blinks. "What?"

She smiles at him again. "I can see you tying yourself in knots over it. Please try not to. It's not worth it. He's not worth it. And I, for one, am not going to loose any sleep over it. "

"You are certain?" Jago asks.

"As long as I'm sleeping next to you, then yes. I absolutely am."

Jago finds himself returning her smile. Compared to her's, it's an ugly thing. A mess of chapped lips and contorted scars. But that's never seemed to bother her. She's even said she finds it attractive. Jago doesn't understand why- truthfully, he doesn't understand why she finds anything about him attractive. But he's not about to question her either. If he were, she might just realise her folly and leave him: something that Jago is certain would kill him.

"Alright," he says.

Once more, he goes to set her down.

"What do you think you're doing?

Jago pauses. "What?"

Slowly, seductively, she runs a hand down his front until her fingertips brush his groin. "I can feel you through your breeches," she says sweetly. "And I never got to finish, either."

Despite the flash of desire he feels at her touch, Jago shakes his head. "I'll not ask that of you now. Not after what just happened."

Her answer is a sultry smile. "Jago. You cannot do something as sexy as punching the Night Haunter to protect me, then leave me out to dry."

Jago's eyes widen in surprise. She gives him a little wink, pursing those full lips of hers in invitation. He accepts it. Lifting her to his level and kissing her passionately.

"Alright, my little bird," he says when they eventually pull away. "Have it your way."

[takero2]

Will you change tiger weapons for this au/rewrite will you change the miraculous jewels to bc I noticed Marie had a ring and what will you do for the elements part of the box for fox butterfly peacock turtle and bee and what will happen to the zodiac kwami and will the dragon and tiger have new powers

Thank you for your questions! I'm really happy that I could make people ask such thoughtful questions about my AU

Will you change tiger weapons for this au/rewrite?

It’s the easiest question here haha. No. At least I don’t plan to.

Will you change the miraculous jewels to bc I noticed Marie had a ring?

Yes. First of all, one should understand which materials could be used for making jewelry. During Qing dynasty the most popular materials were jade, gold, silver, kingfisher feathers, pearls, coral, amber, lapis lazuli, cat’s eye and turquoise.

Yan ring

Ying bracelet

What will you do for the elements part of the box for fox butterfly peacock turtle and bee?

The new miraculous system consists of 4 layers. The first layer and the bottom one consists of crow, snake, fox, weasel and hedgehog, the Five Great Immortals, also known as Wudaxian. The second layer is Vermilion bird and Black Warrior. The third layer is Dragon and Tiger miraculouses. The third and the second layer consist of The Four Symbols. The fourth layer is Qilin, the ultimate form that can be acquired by combining tiger and dragon miraculouses.

Here's the scheme of the new system

At this point, Vermilion bird is new Butterfly, Dragon is new Ladybug, Tiger is new Black cat and Black warrior is new Bee. Fox stays the same.

What will happen to the zodiac kwami?

Yes, zodiac kwamis indeed fit into this setting. However, in my opinion, this amount of kwamis is unnecessary. Besides power overlapping, it leads to some kwamis being overpowered and/or not memorable enough.

Power overlapping

Fluff and Sass. Rabbit and Snake miraculouses. The most obvious one, in my opinion. Snake miraculous is like a cropped version of the rabbit miraculous. And it raises certain questions. Does one miraculous influence the second one? Does snake miraculous also creates a new alternative timeline? Unclear...

Orikko and Nooroo. Rooster and Butterfly miraculouses. Rooster is also a cropped version of butterfly miraculous. If butterfly can give one any superpower PLUS a cool costume, rooster grants just a power that doesn’t already belong to another kwami. It’s also unclear if goat miraculous is able to copy power from another miracle box.

Tikki , Ziggy and Xuppu. Ladybug, Goat and Monkey miraculouses. It’s actually unexpected but Ladybug (in terms of a superpower) is a cropped version of Goat miraculous. A holder of Goat miraculous can control a created object, while Ladybug’s created object is random. Monkey miraculous just summons a subject to "throw it at the opponent." So, basically mindless usage of a ladybug miraculous?

Wayzz and Stompp. Turtle and Ox miraculouses. Ox miraculous is a turtle miraculous just without a shield.

ARGUABLY!! Fluff and Kaalki. Rabbit and Horse miraculouses. Rabbit miraculous holder is able to travel through both time and space. Can’t holder travel also jump just through space?

Overpowered

Duusu. Peacock miraculous.This is arguable point; peacock being able to create actual people with their own emotions, opinions and feelings without anything in return? These synthesized people do not draw their vitality from a third-party source? Plus, adult holder can create endless amount of these human likenesses? Firstly, that doesn’t sound like equivalent exchange to me. Secondly. Fortunately, no one thought of creating an army of these clones.

Fluff. Rabbit miraculous. Time travel. Holder can change anything in time. In past, future and present. Endlessly.

Nooroo. Butterfly miraculous. It’s also worth mentioning that Butterfly miraculous is capable of copying 2 main miraculouses, Ladybug and Black cat miraculouses, other miraculouses in the box and creating absolutely new powers. It’s unclear if it can revive dead or not.

what...

Xuppu. Monkey miraculous. What... I didn't even get what the superpower was even about. Had to google it

Here's some of my thoughts. Kwamis at this point become tools, not characters. I personally couldn't even remember even the half of kwamis' names, unfortunately. In the show they're more like cute plushies than ancient immortal creatures.

Will the dragon and tiger have new powers?

It’s a trick question and I’m still thinking it through. At this point. No. I’ll just make them more controllable. At first you should think of a plan and then look what you're lacking. Kids will have to learn this lesson 😉

Thank you for your questions again. I really appreciate it!!

References + Concepts

I wanted to make a massive man's ring formed like an archer's ring.

At first, I considered these types of bracelets, but then I realized they might be too heavy. So, it meant they would be uncomfortable for fighting. At last, I shaped it like one of the reference bracelets.

If someone has any objections or I've mistaken, please dm me or ask a question. I'm open to a discussion

[heartfullofleeches]

Camp counselor darling and slasher yan? 👀

Fire crackles in the pale moonlight. Figures cower behind a tree stump as a shadow rises from its amber flames, beckoning the braver of the group to draw closer as its voice drops to a grumble.

"It's said that in this exact forest - right where you're all sitting, is where those hikers met their end. On what had been a quiet, peaceful hike until then, the group suddenly began to hear whistling from the trees. A bird's call some would claim, but none of them could argue the strangeness of it all. The sound was a constant as they moved on, switching directions and even allegedly playing right in the leader's ear. A chilling drone that drew further when brought into question- like whatever was watching them was enjoying their increasing fears. They say if you listen closely - you can still hear it-"

The shadows purses its lips in a would be bone rattling hum save for the giggle they're unable to keep in. Still - the call works in favor of their narrative; teeth chattering from more than just the cold.

"The group collectively ruled to write it off as the sounds of the forest, but the deeper they traveled, the louder it grew... and louder... and louder.... until...it fell from the trees."

A hand slips discreetly into its pocket and over the flames - the fires quickly consume the salts and burst in a fiery, devilish red.

"The severed head of one of their members... missing their tongue!"

The screams of the campers reach all the way back to the main hall as you laugh maniacally- drinking the sweet cries of your victims for as long as they'd play along. With a playful shove from behind, the tarp dropped over your shoulders fall into the arms of your fellow teammate as they shake their head with a chuckle.

"Quit telling ghost stories before lights out. We want them to actually sleep when we get them indoors."

"Aww, come on - they earned it. Clean up their mess on time and majority of what you see here won the tug of war game earlier. That counts for something - right?"

You glance back at your audience who all agree on the notion. It was nice to have some people on your side. Really, you couldn't imagine a better way to spend your summer. Your fellow council was a blast, and groups like those seated around you loved the stories and games you came up with. There honestly weren't any issues at the camp - until your last story about man eating spiders left a camper with a fuzzy blanket restless.

Your teammate stifles their grin and tucks the tarp under their arm, clasping their hands over their mouth as the address the campers. "Alright, lights out in ten. Make sure you have all your belongings or we will take them for ourselves. Stick to the buddy system and get back to your cabins.... that means you too, Y/n."

You wave them off, crossing your legs over one another as you sit in the dirt. "Yeah, I know. I'll head it once the fire dies."

The campers gather their things and wave their goodbyes.

"Bye, Y/n."

"See you in the morning, Y/n."

"Can't wait to see what you got next!"

"See you!" You wave everyone off, warming your hands at the fire as everyone leaves. Eyeing the supplies someone had forgotten, you search around for a stick and roast the remaining marshmallows over the embers as the passing breeze snuffs the roaring sparks. You zip up your jacket as it bites - leaning back to watch the moon as it ducks behind the hanging trees. One by one, lights around the camp go out - a soft hum enduring as the whir of electrics drains out. A branch snaps behind you.

"Dawn? You back already?"

Silence...but still, faintly- breathing. You laugh, sandwiching the marshmallow between two crackers. "I know you're here. I can hear you."

Weight shifts behind you. You look back to see, but the branches and haze of night obscure your sight of the silhouette in the trees. ".....I like your stories...."

"Thanks.... but you're not Dawn.... Lewis, that you? I told you I'm not interested, but you're still welcome to sit by the fire."

" 'fraid not.... I'm not from your part of the woods. Is this.. Lewis giving you problems, Dear?"

"Nah, just a flirt... Who are you then."

Silence - followed by the dying pops of the fire. "Just passing by. Live up the creek a few miles down and fancy a stroll now and then. Didn't know the camp wad reopening so soon and overheard one of your stories a couple nights back. You're a whole lot nicer than the group they brought in last year.... cuter too."

"You sure you're not Lewis?... You're welcome to come back and listen another time if you like - if you're just passing by again."

The smile in their voice is indisputable. "I'm sure we'll be seeing alot of each other, Y/n... I can almost guarantee it."

"Right, hey - it's getting kinda late so I have to go. There's still some marshmallows in the bag you can have if you want." No response. You take it as a yes anyway and leave the bag out for them as you throw what remained of your smore into the pit. You stand up, leaving to grab something to put out the fire and the charred remains of your dessert. A figure steps from the shadow and completes the first task for you - picking up your half eaten smore and dusting off the ash as they lowered their mask. A hum at the sweetness of the treat pitches into a soft whistle as the figure disburses back into the trees.

You exit the main hall, water bottle in hand and head back to the pit site - stopped by none other than your teammate from before.

"Hey, Y/n- you seen Lewis anywhere? He said he was going to check out some noise he heard and hasn't come back yet."

[opinioncore]

7 Colors `-. ° Perlas (Pearl)

·˚ ◌༘͙ ` .— pairings! -Yan! Ibong Adarna (Don Juan) x FEM!Modern!Isekai'd! Reader

# >·˚ •— warning! -slavery, abuse, sexism, misogyny, murder, blood, men, stereotypes, reader is a feral woman and would most definitely kill anybody if she deems it fit, mentions of murder and suicide (you), yandere, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, harassment, power imbalance, threatening, actual murder (Juan),

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡·˚ — note: I listened to the voices and here we are. Might draw their appearances in my imagination... (Pedro as a dilf [alongside his father and King Salermo] and the girls as milfs....)

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You're from the modern timeline, having to study Filipino literature because you were forced to. Ibong Adarna was what you studied first

The vast kind of characters and how they act in the story. You kinda felt bad cause Don Diego and Donya Juana barely had anything to do with the plot

And how Don Juan pulled all the bitches, how Don Pedro was a piece of shit, and how you felt bad for Donya Leonora

And there's the OP Donya Maria

So, like, basically the story, is the three brother's— Pedro, Diego, Juan— set on a journey one by one to find the Ibong Adarna, the supposed magical bird only capable of healing their sick father. Pedro and Diego both fail and Juan finds the bird, saves his brothers and the brothers were supposed to kill him to take his glory but Diego resorts to only beating him up, and he gets healed, goes back home to his kingdom with the Adarna bird snitching (and healing the king), almost sending the brothers' to the dungeon but with Juan's kindness, they were free. And the brother set the Adarna free just to fuck with Juan, and Juan then starts pulling girls on the way.

Now what would you do if you were transported in this magical world?

You, of course, is a commoner. You work at a farm and you have a poor family

All goes well (except for the fact you now have to work against your will and how your "in this world" parents are always worried about your marriage)

Until some corrupt and rich noble decides to buy your farm and turn you guys into slaves.

Some ugly looking noble but wearing fancy clothes walked all over the wheat you just planted, you of course glared at him with your mouth agape. "This bitch!" You muse as you grit your teeth and glare at this ugly noble. The noble starts speaking, "(L/N), let's have a deal, I'll pay you 1,000 in exchange for this farm and the females in your family." He proposed, and you could feel your eyes twitch by this. You stood up and almost insulted him, "Yes." Until you hear Your "in this world" father agrees immediately.

You stared at your father in disbelief, you felt your breath hitch. "What?" You spoke as you felt your heart stop. The noble chuckles and gives him the money and then you, your mother and your big sister get taken away by what you assume is people who work with/for the noble.

You fought back, pushing them, kicking, punching, and you yelled. "Curse you! You stupid mistake of a father!" You spat out, you hear your mother cry. Your father holds the money. You could feel the noble 'tsk', the men were having a hard time restraining you to the point they almost forgot your mother and your big sister existed and all ran to restrain you.

You lost, obviously, you were against 6 trained men, and you're just a measly farmer. You were panting and breathing immensely, after a whole 6 minutes of fighting them off, you're finally tired. You've never really fought nor exercised physically. The men of the noble tie you up (they are all bruised and tired), and your bruised and fatigued little self gets dragged away by 4 men, the other two escorting your mother and your big sister.

You are tired, so you just get dragged away tied up and you fall asleep as you get roughly thrown on the carriage.

And there your life gets ruined. You get sent to the kingdom, "Berbania". And you are to work on the field of the castle...

And there are some occasions where some guards use the female slaves as "relaxation", but when you were escorted there and forced to work, no one seemed to want to approach any single female slave for those reasons anymore after that one incident.

You plant another wheat. Tired, you sighed, you don't understand why you are here at all, it felt like you time travelled or something (You still don't know you are in Ibong Adarna because you never saw the princes at all). Then you get called by some snobbish guard, and they said something about letting off some steam. And you immediately refused, then they got mad and were about to hit you and you let him hit you and you immediately hit him with your hands despite being cuffed, the guard hissed, and was about to hit you again when someone stopped him.

You alongside other people got shocked by the one who stopped the fight.

There in all his mighty, Don Juan, the protagonist of the Ibong Adarna. The youngest out of all the princes, the kindest and a charmer, pulling all the girls... he looked so young, like your age?

"What is going on here?" He speaks with a charming smile, oh wow, no wonder he gets bitches.

The guard immediately tensed up and tried to explain themselves. "Prince! I-it's this worker who's misbehaving... I just wanted to discipline-" "if you are disciplining the girl, she wouldn't be fighting back." Juan immediately speaks up, the guard flinches. "But, if you want your workers to refrain from misbehaving, I suggest you do it with less physically, ahaha! I understand though!" He says wholeheartedly.

Oh yeah. He's kind hearted to the point of naivety... He smiles and the guard is just speechless, you're dumbfounded.

"You're the one who tried to get your hands on me!" You immediately spoke, gritting your teeth and fighting the urge to murder the guard right there, Juan blinks twice, thrice... And you're still frowning. Once this prince is gone and this guard goes unpunished, you're definitely making them sleep with one eye open—no make that two EYES opened.

Juan noticed the dark aura emanating from you, he put a hand on his chin, "Oh is that so?" He hums, "Then Mr. Guard, come with me! We will report your behavior to your superior!" He smiles, You raised an eyebrow, "His superiors are as corrupt..." You muttered and was about to walk away, when you felt a hand on your chained wrists, you swore you could feel the chains snapping any moment. You stared at the smiling Juan, "I'll have you speak for your rights, alright?"

You blink twice, and nodded. The way he worded that sounds so wrong.. You keep your lips firmly shut, avoiding eye-contact like how the others do when they are in the presence of a royal. You don't know, why are you here becoming a slave, almost getting harassed and having to go and complain now and shit. Annoying honestly.

Maybe you shouldn't have read that suspicious book, it looked old but it still could be read with. You just didn't feel like paying so much for better books, especially when this kind of book explains more and gives more specified information.

When you first got here [isekai~], you didn't believe it at first. Until some supposed family members of yours called out for you and told you to not slack off and work especially because you're a woman. This irritated you of course, and you were about to talk back when you see your supposed older sister get hit by your father for making a mistake.

So what was your first thought of action? Yell at him and tell him off. That caused you to get hit too. And you almost hit back if it weren't for your supposed mother.

"women aren't supposed to fight this, can't fight back" blah blah bullshit. You just cross your arms, roll your eyes and scoff. And you worked.

"I just decided to read a book and this is what it gets me? I am so gonna come back to reading online..." You mutter in your breath as you plant your crops. Your sister sighs next to you, she is unable to understand what you are talking about but she is aware you are complaining, she doesn't understand, the women of the family are supposed to listen to every word of the men, she doesn't understand why you are defying them and is fearing the worst for you.

"[Name] please, listen to our father. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, you know how our father can get angry." She says as she pats your shoulder, making sure the dirt in her hands is cleaned first—so don't worry, your clothes aren't dirty— "He can stay mad." You state.

And that is when your life of overly misogynistic and stereotypical life started. Having to deal with a bitchy father, alongside a whiny mother and a take-it-all older sister. You fight the urge to not kill your father everyday.

Okay enough with the flashbacks

Juan is still smiling happily in front of you. God this is so awkward. You don't make eye contact and Juan stares at you with that charming smile of his.

What was supposed to happen here? Your sister stares at you in worry, she doesn't think she can even take the blame with this one. "So, while the guard takes his time to get his superiors, how about introducing ourselves to each other?" He says with a toothy grin, you are so surprised, royals don't talk to commoners, much less slaves—which is unfortunately you, fuck that noble by the way— you blinked twice and your mouth is agape when he suggested the idea.

"Huh?"

He almost laughed at your response. Yes, as a prince, he shouldn't be talking to commoners, much less slaves, but he just wanted to talk, is it bad to talk with his subjects?

"My name is Don Juan. Though, I'm sure you already know that. What about yours?" He tilts his head. You bit your lip to fight the urge to lie and fake your name, who knows? He might just behead you for lying to him. "[Name]." You bow your head, he's probably gonna forget about you anyway.

After the whole thing got reported, the noble got sent to the dungeon alongside all of his men, with the help of Pedro. All the slaves get sent free that means, you and your (this world) mom and sister is free. Oh my god, took them long enough.

It took 3 whole days to arrest all of them, and in all of those three days, you were (forced) spending time with Juan.

# ⑅·˚ ♡︎ — Day 1

Your wrists are getting bandaged recklessly by Juan. He does not know his way with bandages, but he wants to do it instead of those medics! Ever since you told him your name, he can't stop repeating it in his name over and over again like a mantra. It honestly shocked him because he was just being courteous, didn't really expect to remember your name, but that way you said your name left him breathless. He wonders how good it would sound if you called him by his name... Unfortunately...

"Prince. Are you alright?" You asked, he's zoned out and stopped bandaging your bruised wrists, the chains used to lock your wrists were tight and bruised your wrists. There was the unfortunate part he was talking about, you wouldn't say his name at all! You'd call him prince, your highness... It's great and all but at least just say his name once!

he snaps out of it, he really doesn't know how to bandage and sweatdrops at how bad he did it. You sigh, you know little about medicine, but this was basic knowledge! Well I guess not for him... You held his hand and guided him how to do it properly. And he was just staring as if on a trance. Your hands guiding his left him on a daze.

Finally, your wrists are properly bandaged, it wouldn't have taken 30 minutes to do it if it weren't for Juan's persistence to do it instead. And when you were about to let go of his hand, he held your hand tighter. You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Prince?" You spoke. He looks at you, you're quite puzzled at his expression as you cannot properly tell what he is thinking of or feeling at the moment. "You seem adept with bandages." He says, 'Duh, it's basic knowledge...' you mused to yourself, you nod.

# ⑅·˚ ♡︎ — Day 2

You were given a choice on either to be a personal maid or just the castle maid.

(Juan route) You chose to be a personal maid, and of course they assigned you for Juan. So you serve him.

You sighed, it's hard to deal with this man when he's acting so stubborn and so... Odd? How do you describe it?

There are times he's acting like such a brat, always whining and bitching about things, then there are times he's acting like a puppy? Like how he'd always melt at your touch—you could just go and touch his hand and he'd lean closer for more.

"Oh c'mon!" Juan whined, "You're always so busy! Despite you being my personal maid, you shouldn't be so occupied with work—unless you're working for someone else." His eyes darkened for a split second, his voice deepening. But his childish pout is back once more.

"You aren't right?" He asks you, his voice sounding desperate. You blinked thrice at his words. You smile and pet his fluffy brown hair. "No, I really don't think anyone but besides you would take me in anyways— I'm just a fortunate servant." You reassure the young prince. He melts in your touch and he treasures your touches. It almost feels like he's purring, like a cat...

So you pull away. A servant spending time with its royals can cause scandals—you don't want to lose your head. You noticed the way his eyes darkened and the way he started frowning. "I should get going..." You held your broom back and walked away from him to continue your duties, leaving the disheartened prince alone.

# ⑅·˚ ♡︎ — Day 3

The noble who bought you and put you in this predicament died, in a brutal fashion. When the news spreads, you feel your face pale, yeah he was a piece of shit, but he was a noble either way. Your family is in danger—! Well this world family—and you! Because of what happened, you are 100% a suspect.

Juan looks so happy today, while you look scared, it's obvious how you tremble, how you flinch at everything, everyone is always staring or has something to whisper about you, and you can hear it clearly.

Your hold on the broom tightened, you flinched when you felt Juan hug and snuggle you—like how he does ever since you became his personal maid—he smiles wholeheartedly, oblivious with your obvious discomfort.

"So, are you free today? What do you think about marriage?" He asks happily, no shame or filter or whatsoever. You stayed silent, he noticed that. "Hey?" He nudged you.

"Is it about the murder? Well don't worry about that! I had that settled with Pedro." He tells you. You perk up at his words, he could almost chuckle at the way you lightened up just because of that. How silly of you.

"Pedro? Yeah. I dealt with the noble and the consumer." Juan thought of those words he told his big brother, but he puts it in the back of his mind. He smiles at how you brighten and gets more lively at the news.

"So are you free?" He asks, you nodded, unable to see the reason why not.

PRESENT (double it and give it to the next person)

Biggest mistake ever. You breathed heavily, and that echoed through the room. You moved around, chains making sound.

You're chained on the bed at an abandoned tower part of the castle.

You've cleaned this place before, he has made you clean this place a lot. If you would've known that you'd be locked inside, you'd give more effort in cleaning it.

But the worst part is—

"Hey (Name)!" A happy voice calls out as they open the heavily locked door with glee.

There stands... Juan.

You immediately backed away, as far as you can while chained. He pays you no mind and sits at the very bed you're chained on, "I have good news!" He announces, is he finally letting you go?

If you'd paid mind to his actions, you would've noticed how he was trying to court you— HOW HE ACTED DIFFERENTLY AROUND YOU. Maybe if you weren't denying that he had feelings for you— Maybe if you weren't so sure that he wouldn't fall for you because you're a servant— you wouldn't be here by now.

You would've never found out how horrible and deranged he is, how he killed that noble— well you half-heartedly like him for killing that wretched dastard— but even your (in this world) whole family? Your older sister, mother, and disowned father?—you thank him for killing him too BUT-!

"Well, I finally got my father to agree! In fact, he gave his blessings to our marriage because it makes me happy— you too! We'll finally get married!" He says wholeheartedly and holds your chained wrists.

Funny how he was the one that removed your chained wrists back then, but now he's the one putting it on.

"We'll finally be together, like lovers and make a family!" He says happily, you paled at the thought of that. You don't like the thought of the process in giving birth— much less giving birth itself! You shudder at the thought of fucking him.

You want to shove him off— push him away and step on him and run away from this shit hole and kill yourself. Because what the hell, maybe you really should've not been cheap and bought a proper book for ibong Adarna—fuck yourself.

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Spoiler: he was good in bed

He defo got married with you. And now you're a princess with him.

And you're trying to not get killed by his concubines.

Wait no— you're trying to not kill yourself and get those hot mamas concubines killed.

He's defo shameless.

for some reason the whole plot of ibong Adarna never happened because of this

Pedro becomes king

Diego is nowhere to be found (locked in his room like always)

And Juan is a two faced whiny brat 😔

Either the nicest or the brattiest. No in between.

Bro is spoiled, expect him to be a brat, but also a sweetheart <3

Remember when I said that he purrs like a cat? He's actually a dog

Cause I can't draw (I'm not done drawing yet) have a chibi version of what he looks like 🗣️🔥

I preferred giving him green rather than blue—I think blue fits Diego more honestly (I like purple shhh, but I still think blue suits Diego more >:[ )

I also don't draw dogs sooo

I also have drawn him so many times on paper that I think I really like drawing him now 💀

I listened to the voices, so have this

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[invidiia]

you said i could do it so here i am 😇

i was thinking about this the other day—what if verlaines darling started learning french in secret while they were held captive? like they wanted to understand him better so they just found their old phone that they thought that verlaine discarded and they just downloaded an app to learn french😭

anyways that’s all LMAODH

français en secret - yan!paul verlaine x reader

❐ - yandere!verlaine (bsd) x reader

note ; HII I LOVE THIS REQUEST?! ALSO THANK YOU GUYS FOR 150+ FOLLOWERS ILY ALL!! i do not know french, so if anyone would correct me anything i put in this, i would absolutely appreciate it!! EDIT: CREDIT TO @eroqista FOR HE,PING ME WITH THE FRENCH PART BEAUSE WBFKEF

prompt ; after being stuck with the man for who knows how long, verlaine's darling began to learn french in secret.

warnings ; kidnapping, yandere/obsessive themes, gender neutral!reader,

it took a good while to find your old phone. you thought verlaine threw almost everything of yours out!

the screen was slightly damaged, a few cracks adorning the glass, but it was still slightly usable. verlaine had left the house again, after throwing you into the basement for whatever reason. perhaps he forgot about the boxes with your old belongings in them, boxes that he had been meaning to burn.

but the boxes weren't burned to ashes, and instead, they sat in the basement while dust collected. in another box was an old pen that had surprisingly not dried out, and a notebook.

you rarely saw verlaine visibly angry - but you could always tell when he was, after months of living with him, you learned to know his emotions. he semi-trusted you, but not enough to tell you exactly how he feels, other than that he loved you.

one thing you noticed more than often when verlaine was upset was that he would speak french - his native language. he would either be upset, talking to a colleague or friend, or just to himself, but you understood none of it.

maybe a good way to understand him more would be to understand what he was saying. that, or you could also try to escape with your new understanding of his words. maybe he would say over the phone how long he would be gone, and how far he was going, so you could create a window of time for your escape.

or you could simply learn the language and surprise him after getting good enough, and tell him the sweetest things exactly how he doesn't expect it.

It wasn't perfect.

Only three-four months of nonstop learning whenever you had time alone couldn't get you close to perfect. Even the basics weren't easy; it was very difficult. And it wasn't like you were hiding your learning well, either. Verlaine knew you spent an awful lot of time in the basement, so he often came down to check on you, but he'd just see you curled up in the corner with a notebook in hand, and when he looked at the paper, it was just cutesy drawings of flowers and bees and everything cute you could think of.

You had time to put the phone away and hide it since you could hear the door open, since you still weren't technically allowed to have that phone, even if you were just using it to learn another language.

(now, imagine the reader purposely trying to get put in the basement because they don't want to break their daily streak and get hunted by the duolingo bird. do your french lessons, Y/N.)

It took time, but eventually you were able to understand and make basic conversation.. which also meant you could listen in on phone calls he made while speaking in French only.

This could go two ways depending on your actions.

"You started learning French?" Verlaine looked almost impatient, looking at you while he waiting for an answer. You hadn't thought this through. How were you planning to explain to him exactly how? "I picked up on some of yours." You replied innocently, looking back down at your feet to alleviate the stress of the highly likely possibility that he doesn't believe your lie. "You just magically understood French from listening? What, did I leave a dictionary down there?" Verlaine stood up from his chair, sauntering behind you with a small smile on his face while you nodded. He wasn't smiling softly. "Good job." He placed a hand on your shoulder and turned to leave the room. It was that easy? He believed you like that?

But you should have known he didn't actually believe you. Verlaine was no idiot, it shouldn't be a surprise when you were waken up in the morning in the basement, with all of the boxes containing your old belongings gone.

The basement door was locked tightly, and the basement was now entirely empty. There was a note on the door, and attached with a paper clip, was one photo. There the boxes were - set ablaze and sat in front of a camera. The note read,

"J'ai trouvé ton téléphone, chéri. Tu vois les photos ? J'ai mis le feu aux boîtes. Ton vieux téléphone est dans l'une d'elles. Vraiment, bon travail, d'apprendre le français et de me le cacher. Tu aurais pu demander, j'aime passer du temps avec toi. Je te dirais bien "bonne chance pour la prochaine fois", mais je ne pense pas qu'il y aura une prochaine fois. Je t'aime."

[jjcocker]

hi this is a pinned post

(working on a fanzine w a friend .. check it out if y want to!!!!!!)

yo

✦ i have a bunch of names n im too lazy to list them all, just call me yuri

🇧🇷 might mess up my english at times Sory,

🏳️‍⚧️ im trans and remix3tengokic (gender that EYE coined heeheee), he/him/ele/dele, heart/hearts (note that um im still kinda trying out neos u. yEagh)

aspec (now questioning where Im at, but surely aspec)

a Miner (⛏️)

also block #ventpost if u dont wanna see my waa boohoos,,, thats all that tag rlly is

++ i dont have a real.. set dni list? i just block whatever I feel uncomfortable or grossed out with 👍

✦ i like a lot of stuff, mainly fixating on rhythm heaven rn

self proclaimed rhythm heaven himedanshi,

i do at least oen million thousabd typus per day

also i love the rapwomen i slOVEVGJD I LOVE THE QPWOMEN SO SK MUJC IM. I KSJFJDBJD

look aat them. please

fun fact abt me loving the rapwomen I Especially love the blue one to the point I even questiones if I was fictionkin bc of her......i mean I projected SO much stuff on her2the point I can say shes literally me,

what else do i sayyyyyy uh

i am also the 3rd strongest rockershipping warrior (im cureently beign Obnoxious about them rn,) so ahhm. block dat tag too if yuo dont wanna see me posr about htem. or nto idk,

✦ if you wna draw me (which if u do i Love yoy/p) heres. my sona,,,, finally threw an updated refsheet together- w a few changes made but Eyah

Woo-hoo!

✦ i have a bajillion sideblogs!!

some of them r:

@kii-yan (kii-yan rp blog, quit)

@rap-women (blog where I am Double the insane for the rapwomen)

@rhythm-userboxes (blog that I Really sshould post on again bc i have requests but is STILL inactive to this day, its a blog 4 rh themed userboxes)

@uhn-uhn (was gonna just be a namesnipe but I impulsively made it a blue rw rp blog. in a hiatus but because i dunnohow to start it)

some other blogs that are just namesnipes

thats .longer than i thought itd be

✦ + in case this goes to merda my discorf is @/rapwomen (without the / you.kniw what J mean)(and I also have a shitty bird site account but uh. idk dm for that one ig)

extra. images that Describe Me/silly (+ blinkies!! jj one made by me, the rest made w blinkies.cafe)

🩷🩶

teehee

[gryphons-n-kelpies]

Harper from @campwillowpeakvn

[ghostieyanyan]

~Under the sea.. with me~

Yan!Jade x mc

I honestly didn’t know that my post will blow up like that so thank you so much. I have a list of ideas I have to draw but feel free to request, I might make a rule list and stuff but it’ll come soon. Thank you again.

“Shhh… darling. Don’t struggle too much, you’re already losing a lot of air already. But don’t worry… with these, we’ll be together and you don’t have to worry your little head about NRC and that bird’s problems anymore.. just relax….”

You find yourself slipping into the darkness…

[zedecksiew]

Three Objects

Sketching has been good at breaking up the misery of staring at a manuscript and being stuck. At least with the drawing I'm roadblocked by my lack of skill rather than my lack of ideas. There are things from an adventure I am currently writing for Colin Le Sueur’s We Deal In Lead. It began as a homage to Wisit Sasanatieng’s tomyamgong western Fa Thalai Chon / Tears Of The Black Tiger.

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WIDOW GON'S PALANQUIN

A broad teak throne: canopied, curtained, cushioned. Stinks of tobacco.

Its bearers: the captive brothers Khol. Every night Lady Sao Rai visits their garage, selects a brother, and fucks him in her grandmother's palanquin.

The Khols are too afraid to refuse her.

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The Widow is matriarch of House Gon. It will be her fiftieth birthday, soon. An elaborate fete is planned.

Captives are found across the sea, created through poverty, criminal sentences, or legal abduction. By Admiralty law, a captive must go free once they earn their owner their original price, a hundred times over.

In practice, few owners obey.

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It should be obvious what captives are. I ding-donged with myself about the nomenclature, here.

A simple reason for avoiding the word "slave" is because most people think "transatlantic slave trade" as soon as you say it. If nothing else I want to avoid the association because it is inaccurate.

On the other hand: annoying to have to decenter Southeast Asia in this way! The equivalent of having to say "chai tea" when I should be able to say "tea", because that is what the word means to me!

(I strain against this specific problem often.)

Finally I decided "captive" was good, after all. This kind of legalistic euphemism ("Oh, they aren't slaves, they are indentured servants.") is exactly in character for rich assholes bending language to assuage their consciences.

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HOUSEHOLD PSYCHOPHONE

Listening room: settees; shelf of wax-cylinder records; a podium on which sits a psychophone.

Pop a cylinder into the psychophone, point its antenna at a servant wearing the receiving brooch, listen to them sing in an alto entirely not their own.

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Psychophones have been ruinous to local performers. Once-celebrated local singers have been reduced to glorified loudspeakers: vessels for the voices of famous chanteuses from across the Ocean.

This home entertainment system requires at least two to operate:

One servant (or more commonly a servitor) to turn the crank;

One servant to serve as a receiver-singer.

A receiver-singer's health eventually suffers. When you have somebody else's voice (and soul) forced into you over and over, and you begin to lose your own …

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This one was troublesome. Felt like production design. Appliance design.

Had several goals:

The core mechanism has to look like it makes sense, to its own internal logic. No greebling; every bit needs to look like it has a purpose.

Lots of ornamentation. This is a luxury device belonging to aristocrats from a rococo Indochinese-inspired society. It needs to be a jewelbox.

Genteel normalisation of vicious magic. The needle made of bone; the antenna that is basically a massive needle pointed at your head---but disguised as a pretty bird.

The receiver-brooch is something I discovered while sketching. Seems gameable? Also, in the spirit of point 3: the brooch has a pin you stick in your forehead.

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GHOST WATER

Auw Yin Yan, the Sea of Sorrows---of Sighs.

Imagine bodies in a mass grave the size of a country. Imagine them luminescent, in motion. Pulled by the moon, waved by the wind, clawing at the quay.

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Always forms into human shapes: when poured into a bowl, ghost water sits as a balled fist.

Like saltwater in most respects. The Sea teems with marine life, though these are cunning and cruel in human ways. Humans cannot swim ghost water. Do not fall in.

Ghosts wear the outfits and injuries they had at death. Rarely, one will crawl onto land, eyes open, a hungry ghast.

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Yeah, so: the wider campaign setting for this adventure is defined by the Sea of Sorrows. It has whales and islands and pirates. It is filled with ghosts instead of water.

I saw the Sea in my mind as a vast Escher-esque tangle of interlocking ghost-bodies.

A wave would be bodies flinging themselves on a beach; their arms and hands dragging on the sand as they pull back into the surf.

I drew a way simpler visual. And the ghost's hair is cheating: it already looks like water.

Still: very pleased with this sketch. Gentle, sort of sweet, quietly creepy. Also it is a modest bailing bucket, which contrasts with the material excess of the palanquin and psychophone.

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[artwithoutblood]

dorian, mostly for the bit now, likes otters and birds

Wait... Has Dorian recently taken a liking to a new animal that isn't just black birds?

What makes Dorian like otters so much? o-o?!

i misread a post that said to draw your yan like a mythical sea creature so i just drew him as a sea creature. an otter.

since then, the awb discord server has been in love with the idea of otter dorian. he has emotes, memes, etc! it's getting out of hand.

and now, he likes otters, all because i misread.

art above by @simpfordepress

[wri0thesley]

Happy birthday! Fun fact, we are legit birthday twins! I have been treating myself by imagining what different yans would do for the birthday

My personal favorites so far have been Sampo “treating” you, by taking you out, going out to dinner, getting you lavish presents — taking note of how much it all costs just so he can give you a lop sided smile and say “Huh, would yah look at that? This all adds up to exactly what you owed me before we got together, darling. Looks like we could’ve saved ourselves a lot of trouble if we’d just gotten together before you owed me,” at the end

Also, just, yandere Diluc. He wants to make this worth it for you, he wants to make it a good day. Sure, you’re trapped inside, with him — but he can make it nice! Adelinde bakes you a cake and everything. He’ll get you whatever you want, within reason. Nothing too sharp, of course. Nothing that could be used to hurt yourself, or him. And nothing that makes you too homesick. But yes, within reason

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALSO TO THIS ANON!!! <3

and gosh. that's just like sampo, isn't it? or yan sampo is totalling up everything he gives you to make sure that later on, the 'services rendered' are paid back threefold on your back. hey, what's a birthday without a birthday orgasm? for him, he means. you can have one too! he's a generous guy!

gepard nervously giving you a gift he agonised over with serval and tripping over himself in surprise when you love it. welt drawing you a little something and bringing out a gift from one of the planets he travelled on before you came aboard. luocha giving you a single everlasting flower with a smile on his face and a coy answer about where he got it from.

diluc who tried so hard to get you something you'd love but wouldn't hurt you - an ornamental carved wooden bird, a jigsaw puzzle, new soft slippers and pretty gowns (though he leaves the lacings in his own locked drawer, just in case. despite it all, he treats it like a normal birthday. if you squint, it could almost be one. waaaa

pantalone and ayato who spoil you and lavish you with gifts! kaveh who was broke at the time of your birthday but takes you to the tavern and puts it on alhaitham's tab and then takes you to the most beautiful views in sumeru and presents you a beautiful piece of artwork he's been agonising over. tighnari who bred a whole new species of flower for you! i am beating my fists on the floor i love them all

[dranna]

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen? - it’s simple black colour

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? - chocolate ^^

✨ Do you have any nicknames? - Dranna and way too many ones by @giosnape

🎵 Last song you listened to? - Old money by Jonathan Young

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction? - no, I only draw

😏 Are you on discord? - yes, but haven’t logged in quite a while

 💛 Do you have any piercings? - yes! I have 2 on my right ear

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? - how they treat and behave with others.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? - uhm.. maybe a sweet, white chocolatey (?)

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? - Kittes always!

🎧 Headphones or earbuds? - I’ve always loved earphones more

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud? - ‘what’s wrong’ , to my cat. He was meowing at me

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? - idk if it’s weird to you guys, but English is my 2nd language and just learned what does ‘st mean at the end of words in old English

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? - I’m a creature of the night. Sun? Idk what that means

🧸 Favorite place to nap? - in a comfy sofa with a book in lap

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community? - yes ✨

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. - shy, introvert, curious

👖 Jeans or sweatpants? - jeans

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order? - I don’t drink coffee, I prefer tee

🧡 A color you can’t stand? - vibrant, neon green

💎 What’s your most prized possession? - my grandmothers books

☕ Coffee or tea? - tee always

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? - dodo bird

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr? - maybe 4-5 years ?

🌴 Desert island item? - poison

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. - dark vampire and/ or simple , earth based coloured cottage core

🔮 What’s your dream job? - digital artist

💙 Relationship status? - single

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit. - long black skirt, with earth toned patterned or coloured shirt, long coat, black hat , with leather shoes

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? - assault and batteries by ice nine kills

🤎 What color is your hair? - light brownish blond

💌 Do you talk to yourself? - yeah, in English

💄 Do you wear makeup? - no

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? - that I’m skilled, talented and have a good soul

💞 @ your favorite blog. - @yan-senna @unholy-gigi @sevsnapes @nataly-lanier @snapecentric @snucius @zephahhhh @m-sohhh

@giosnape thank you for tagging me <33