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livin4woso · 4 months ago

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Avoidance and Acceptance (mapi+ingrid x reader)

Summary- reader transfers to Barcelona where feelings develop for the only two people you shouldn't fall for, and in an attempt to not make them show, they are left avoiding the two people they want to see most. However maybe these feelings arent so one sided.

Transferring to Barcelona felt like a dream come true. The current champions' league winners were interesting in signing you for 300k from Manchester city. This wasn't your first time in spain after having a loan spell to athletico Madrid in the 22/23 season you found your preformances had gained you a first team place and you're performances between the sticks against Barcelona during the group stages of the champions league had earned some eyes on you. Enough for a Transfer over there while you knew you weren't going to be the starting keeper being the number 2 keeper to the best team in the world was an offer you can't say no too.

The move was rather fast in the January transfer window so your signing went rather under the radar while in progress until the big move which lets say some city fans were not the most pleased about your departure as many believed you were the next big keeper for England at just 23 making many first team debuts which is rather unseen in the goalkeeping community.

The first few days of training were rough, to say the least. Although the language wasn't new, the intensity and pressure to perform well that was definitely a big change for you. You had a few individual keeper sessions with Cata, and your performance was raising a few eyebrows as you looked like a promising threat to Catas' starting position. Then it was time to see if you were the real deal as stopping shots from the goalkeeper coach is very different to having the likes of Alexia Eva Claudia and Mapi taking shots and freekicks at you.

You were brought into full team training with being in goal when the girls would play smaller sided games and you had been blessed with ingrid and mapi as your back line for the game and thier chemistry off the pitch is as good on the pitch it was like they could read eachothers mind when defending and made your life a little bit easier. As you blocked each shot when you were getting up mapi or ingrid would come and pat your back or compliment you and while you know it was just them being friendly the way they looked at you with such passion you couldn't help but start to fall for them... both of them.

Maybe it was the Norwegians cerulean eyes that felt like they saw into you're soul or her nickname the princess of norway because right now you feel like you could get down at her feet and bow before her presence. Or maybe it was mapis intricate sleeve of tattoos each one you could so faintly make the detail out when she faced towards you and how the sun shone so perfectly on her face highlighting the light coloured freckles on her face.

You were quickly snapped out of thought when the ball came flying at your stomach, and without having time to react, you had been winded and were hunched over, trying to get some air back into your lungs again. "Shit y/n, are you okay?" Ingrid asked concern in her tone "mhm" you groan, sticking your thumb up with your face burried in the grass still. Ingrid helps you up off the floor, and you silently thank her as you tighten the velcro on your gloves and try to shake off the thoughts of the two women circling your mind.

Going home that night was certainly interesting lying on your sofa scrolling on social media you couldn't help but follow them as they were your new teamates so it was almost like a rite of passage however what you didn't expect was for them to follow back instantly you thought it would have took atleast a few hours. It was sad to say that this got your hopes up more than it should have and in hopes for maybe another sign you decided to post of your story to see if they would view it as quick as they followed.

Unfortunately the results wasn't the same however each time you clicked on there profiles and saw them together you felt guilty of your feelings and it was almost as if your conscious was trying to smack your heart back to sense and find someone else to like. However, every interaction with the two women had you falling hard and faster then you had expected even seeing them in the corridors would have your heart racing. It was an issue and one you needed to fix quickly.

It was dinner, and the night previous, you had decided to go on hinge and try and meet someone new and just completely ignore all feelings for your teammates. You were talking to aitana and keira who you had become close friends with "yeah i mean this weekend im going on this date with this girl but i think im throwing myself in too fast ive only been here 2 months" you say to keira trying to reason out the date " no but y/n this isnt like you, you normally love going out and dating and dont deny it ive heard the stories" keira said and you nearly spit your drink out from the mentions of your past actions "kieraaa you were not meant to mention anything about them" you said in a hushed tone. Aitana was looking at you with a glint of confusion but also curiosity as although her English wasn't great, she could tell that whatever was said had gotten a reaction out of you.

However what you didn't notice was two people who may have been snooping on your conversation was mapi and ingrid. They had took some keen interest on you when you were at city and had done some previous research on you before moving to Barcelona. But the mention of this date was not sitting right with either of them, but also ingrid had some digging to do from kiera from these stories she had just learnt about.

As you left to go and get ready for the gym mapi followed you down the hall and ingrid went to kiera and so the questioning began. Mapi was quick to get to you "so y/n i heard you have a date this weekend you excited" she said with a smile on her face however her eyes were piercing as if you were in an intervention. "Mhm yeah i mean just.. just trying things out" you could barley look at the defender even tho you were of a much taller stature than her "hmm alright you don't seem so sure but i just wanted to let you know we're having team building on Saturday at mine and ingrids if you need an excuse to get out of it" she said winking at you and walking away leaving your knees weak.

There was no team building at their house it was a setup to get you by yourself at thiers for a confrontation of your feelings as you weren't the most obvious at keeping them concealed. Meanwhile ingrid was still trying to pry the stories out of keira "please i heard you talking about them and she's so modest and quiet she can't have done anything that bad" Ingrid pleaded with keira "okay fine but you have to swear to not tell anyone because she'll kill me if i told anyone" keira responded giving in "i swear i won't" replied ingrid almost smirking knowing shed won "so basically a few years ago lets just say y/n was a bit of a party animal and we were out celebrating the end of the season and at around 11 we lost sight of where she had gone." Keira started with ingrid looking at her with pure focus " so we texted her and she said im back home im busy which everyone knew what that meant so the next day we sent lucy to go and bring her breakfast as she was probably hungover but as she opened the apartment and went in the bedroom to wake her up she found not one girl in her bed but two" keira said almost laughing at the embarrassment of your face when you knew you'd been caught "omg really didn't expect that from her" Ingrid said "yeah well from her reaction even now to this day you can tell it was not her first rodeo" keira said laughing and ingrid had gathered all the information she needed.

That night, ingrid and mapi were discussing their next move, although you were a few years younger that was not stopping either of them. "I told y/n that we had team building here on Saturday to get her out of that date," mapi said to ingrid while shuffling closer to ingrid to wrap her arm around her waist. "Mhm, well, i found out that she's slept with more than one girl before, and it wasn't just a one-time thing," ingrid said, almost proud of her discovery.

Saturday flew round for the three of you. You had an excuse to get out of a date and extra time to see ingrid and mapi, and they were excited because they had a plan to confront you. You had DMd mapi asking what time to arrive for the team building, and she had said around 5pm. After getting changed into some relaxed wear that still looked good enough for the occasion as neither of the older women very often saw you out of training clothes. You arrived at their apartment and as you opened the door you saw you were the first one thier which wasnt an issue but it meant you had to directly make small talk with them without trying to become a puddle.

"So when abouts are the others getting here?" You aksed sheepsihly while sitting at the kitchen island "hm oh sweetie no one else is coming we just have a few things we wanted to talk about with you" Ingrid said walking closer to you and it was if the whole world just stopped moving and you were frozen in your spot. "Oh right, yeah," you said, stuttering out.

"We've noticed that maybe you either have a staring problem or a crush on one of us and we just wanted to make this issue clear" mapi said in a spanish accent making you go feral but also struck with embarrassment "erm im sorry i dont really know what to say" you began to say trying to think carefully about your next words "no its okay cari keep going" mapi said the spanish pet name not helping your thought process. " okay erm maybe i have a crush on you well not just one but both and i know i shouldnt and im really sorry if it makes you uncomfortable i can leave" you began rambling trying to frantically apologise "hey hey no we never said it was a bad thing we just wanted to know before we did anything that was all" Ingrid said grabbing your hand from where it rested nervously tapping on the counter. "Huh, what? i dont understand what you're saying," you said, trying to wrap your brain around the suitation. "Cari, we like you too, and we want you to give us a chance," mapi said, looking directly at you. In this moment, you felt like you were in a fever dream it all felt fake.

"Yeah, i mean, yeah, of course, yeah, you can have a chance," you said, sounding way too eager. "Okay good we'll see you Tuesday night 8pm and we'll take you on a real date so you might want to cancel that other one" mapi said smirking knowing that you had only tried to go on a date as a distraction from them. " yeah course im gonna have to go now ive got a date to cancel on" you said leaving the kitchen and just as you're about to leave you shout down the hall "by the way you looked very good tonight, both of yous" "you too cari" mapi replied as you smiled and waved leaving their apartment.

"Well, that was successful,no?" Ingrid said to mapi once you had left. Meanwhile, you were skipping down the hallway. And since that night you're relationship had been great and still to this day you still didn't know that kiera had shared one of you're craziest stories atleast it wasn't the time youd been nearly caught with 3.

A/N- Sorry for the disappearance guys ive been super busy, so im sorry if this isn't the best as im a bit rusty as i haven't written in ages, but some recs would be nice.

#woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #barca femeni #woso blurbs #mapi leon #ingrid engen #mapi and ingrid #mapi x ingrid x reader

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cyxnidx · 1 year ago

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Y'TASTE SO SWEET !

characters: Tartaglia, Dottore, Pantalone, Wriothesley, Neuvillette

contents: vampire!reader, blood play, marking maybe, slight masochism, nicknames (sweetheart & baby in childe's, darling in neuvillette & pantalones.) neuvi's is a little smutty. (all of them are but his is a little more.)

a/n: THIS TROPE SENDS ME INTO ORBIT EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

"ay, sweetheart?" childe calls out to you, waving a hand in front of your face. "you alright?" he asks, not noticing how you quietly kiss at your teeth. you look at him for a moment, eyes almost putting him into a trance-like state while you move slowly, placing yourself into his lap. you run your fingers along his face, and down the nape of his neck, lips following soon after. chuckling lightly, he speaks slowly. "y'hungry, hmm?" he hums, a choked groan coming next when he feels your teeth poke into the side of his neck. you close your eyes, drinking each drop as needed while his hands instead stay on your hips and waist, lightly tracing shapes into your soft skin. soon enough, he feels you bite down harsher, harder and impossibly deeper, earning a bunch of strained curses from him. "fuckfuckfuckfuck, baby-" he hisses softly. "gentle, gentle." he reminds, rubbing your back gently. meanwhile, he felt the once spacious area in his pants get tighter by the second.

a giggling mess, dottore grips your hair tightly, eyes practically rolling to the back of his skull as you drink his blood from him. he can't help but push your head further, adorning the feeling of you drinking from him. he closes his eyes, honing in on the feeling of you sucking the blood out of him. which, compared to your traditional, 'mad-scientist and sadistic' dottore, was quite a surprise what he said next. "harder. bite me harder, fuck-" he mumbles softly. doing as he said, you sunk your teeth ever deeper into his neck, adorning the next few low moans and groans he gave. though, you released soon after, dragging your tongue over the now bleeding-out holes on his neck. "y'know, for somebody like you, you taste quite sweet." you tell him, running your tongue over your teeth gently. "why'd you stop?" dottore frowned, for the first time you've ever think you've seen him. "keep going." he tempted. "if i keep drinking from you without giving you breaks, you'll die dottore." you tell him, pinching the bridge of your nose before preparing to get off from his lap. though, two pairs of larger hands keep you on his lap, pressing his erection into you. "keep going, damn it."

wincing slightly, pantalone couldn't ignore the stinging feeling on his forearm. looking over, he couldn't help but slightly smile when he saw you pressing your mouth into his muscle, blood slightly spilling out the sides. "why, hello darling." he says calmly, enjoying the current sight of you indulging yourself in his blood, almost like a snack. you take a few more gulps before moving, licking the rest of the blood off. "so sweet.." you'd mumble, smiling when pantalone presses a kiss to your forehead. "i'm glad you enjoy it, darling."

wriothesley can't help but groan quietly when you decided to push him into an empty room of the palace and roughly bite into him. you take in his blood, ignoring the way he continues to hiss at the sudden stabbing feeling as blood courses from his neck and into your mouth. "fuck- arent you supposed to be helpin' neuvillette with papers or somethin'?" he asks meekly, a shocked moan erupting from his throat when you bite down. he understood it was a sign for him that he should probably shut up and let you have a bit of a snack, but he can never quite leave you alone. "oh, c'mon." he teases, "g'na have to bite harder if you want the right response-" and before he could properly finish his sentence, his statement turned into repeated curses when you clamped down harder. "aalright, i get it.." he mumbles, craning his head back further as a way to let you have more access.

"please don't stop." you heard the man under you whimper. in one hand, you had his cock, stroking him at a steady pace. and the other, was holding you up over him as you drank his blood. the stimulation of pleasure, paired with a bit of pain, always intrigued neuvillette to an extent. but never did he think he'd get to experience it. "keep going, please, ohmygod, fuck." he'd whine, bucking his hips into your fist as you bit down harder into his neck. "y'so good t'me, darling," he praises, hand coming up to tangle his fingers in your hair. bucking a few more times, he cums all over your fist, head falling back as he still held you to his neck. "thank you," he mumbles softly, grip softening from your hair, falling limp. he closes his eyes softly, slipping into sleep due to the lack of blood and overwhelming sensation tiring him out.

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beef-brisket · 2 months ago

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✨️How to Survive Purgatory✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Lucifer stared down into the pit, watching as dirt was dumped on the first man's corspe. For hours, he's felt numb since the failed extermination, but he thought watching Adam's body slowly disappear under feet and feet of dirt would make him feel something. Anything.

But, he was still numb. If anything, he hated Adam more. For holding onto the hate for all of these years.

Husker grunted and stabbed his shovel into the ground, clearly exhausted: Fucking christ- Angel, pull your fucking weight, will ya?! This is over six feel of fucking dirt!

The spider glared and pointed a finger at Husk: Hey! Motherfucker- I'm more than pulling my weight! I've pulled TRIPLE my fucking weight! The guys as tall as my boss and is twice as thick, so fuck off with that bullshit!

Husk rolled his eyes: I helped you carry the fucker!

Angel: Yeah, the legs! The lightest part!

Husk: Bullshit-!

The cat sinners' ears fell flat against his head as Alastor rose up from a pool of shadows. He, as usual, was too close for Huskers comfort.

Alastor: Oh, stop your whining, Husker! You could do with the exercise! Now, get shovelling before his disgusting corspes pollutes the atmosphere, hm?

Angel rolled his eyes: It's Hell, asshole. The air is already fucking polluted.

The small crowd of people was quickly getting impatient and disturbed. Charlie was still shaking from the whole event, while Vaggie was getting ready to spit in his grave. The only thing stopping her from doing it already was Charlie's tight hug.

Lucifer barely noticed when they finally buried him. The rectangle patch of loose dirt stood out against the untouched lawn of the hotel.

He stood there as everyone walked away, complaining about the heat and needed a drink. The only thing that made Lucifer feel anything was Alastor. He even glared at the grave as the deer moved closer too him.

Alastor: My, my. What a waste of dirt, hm?

Lucifer: That "waste of dirt" was a living, breathing person. Have some respect.

Alastor: HA! I was talking about the grave~. But, you're not wrong. He was a waste, too. And a disappointment. There was so much hype about the first man! The father of humanity! Oh, well. He got what was coming to him. I'm sure you agree~.

The king glared, his eyes blazing red as Alastor leaned down and held out one of Adam's golden feathers. But before he could react fully, the deer was gone, leaving only an echo of his laughter.

Lucifer watched as the feather floated to the ground. He had to squint to notice the difference between the angelic ichor and the natural golden colour.

Lucifer: ...You fucking idiot...

Time moved impossibly slow. Sinners came in and out of the hotel. Most were seeking protection from the exterminations, and Charlie was getting quickly frustrated by how many of the sinners weren't seeking redemption. At all. Nearly all of them laughed.

They expect Charlie to be desperate enough to just allow anyone in. But with Alastor and the King of Hell at her side, sinners soon realized this place wasn't meant to be fucked with.

Charlie: I don't understand! We've proven redemption is possible- Heaven is more than on board. Otherwise, they wouldn't have given us immunity to the exterminations-! So, why does no one want to try?! They can't even last a week!

Vaggie rubbed her girlfriends shoulder. Her and the king shared a glance. They knew the answer, but it wouldn't be what Charlie would want to hear. Sinners are scum. Liars. Users.

Vaggie: I'm sorry, hun. But, I'm sure there's someone out there that would love to come here.

Lucifer gave Charlie a tight smile. He didn't want to say, "I told you so," but he was thinking it: Maggie's right, sweetie! I'm sure they're right around the corner!

Of course, Alastor stood to the side, with that damn smile on his face: Exactly! I'm sure their just DYING to come here~.

Charlie groaned: Then where are they?! It's been three years since the failed extermination- and I haven't redeemed another soul! None! Zero!

Vaggie: Things like this take time, love. Look how long it to get Angel, remember?

And, as if summoned, everyone jumped as Angel slammed open the door. Everyone, including Charlie, glared at the spider and was getting ready to curse him out. But Angel bet them to it.

Angel: Hold off the the fucking lecture, alright?! Toots, you've got a... fuck, you better just come see it.

Charlie perked up: What is it, Angel? A sinner?!

Angel: Uh... yeah, you can say that.

Vaggie growled: Spit it out, Angel. Now!

Angel: Hey, calm down, bitch and get off my ass! It's a fucking sinner. Hurry up and get down there- all of ya!

Finally, Angel led all four of them down to the lobby. And Charlie almost screamed, seeing a real sinner patiently waiting for them.

He was clearly a goat sinner, with large black horns sprouting from his head. He had brown fur, making his golden eyes more striking. He had blood red markings covering his fur and skin, Charlie wasn't sure if they were fresh cuts or just part of his skin. Either way, he was real. He was- slightly intimidating, but he was real.

The sinner glanced up as the group walked down the stairs. His eyes flicked from Angel to Alastor, to Vaggie- then stopped for a second or two on Charlie. But he gave Lucifer a slight glare, making the king stop.

He looked... familiar. But Lucifer would remember if he met a sinner that looked like that. And there was something about the look he gave him. It was quick, but it was more than impactful. Like he squeezed in years of hate I to one, quick glare.

Angel and Alastor moved off to the side to watch the interaction with varying different levels of interest.

While Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer made their way to the sinner.

Charlie: Hi there! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! House of Redemption!

Sinner: House? Didn't you say this was a hotel?

Charlie blinked: Oh- uh, it is a hotel-.

Vaggie: Look, let's get to the point. Are you here for redemption or for a quick shot at protection?

The sinner laughed: I've been here since the beginning. I don't need yours or anyone else's protection.

Charlie: Oh! Good! For- reasons, may I have your reason for wanting to get redeemed?

The sinner was quiet for a moment, feelings and thoughts rushed through his head: I... I made a bad mistake years and years ago, and now... I want to join my family. My dad- my brother. I... I hurt him- all of them. And I want to make it right.

Charlie: That's a great reason! May I get your name?

Pulling out a clipboard and pen, nothing made them ready for what they were about to hear.

Cain: Cain Kadmon.

Charlie: C-Cain? Like-?

Lucifer's eyes were wide: The son of Adam.

The goat sinner refused to look at Lucifer, like he was an insult to the eyes: The very same. I want to join my dad and siblings in Heaven. I'm ready. I want to be forgiven. I want to work towards it.

Everyone was silent.

After a second, Angel turned to Alastor: How do you think he'll react when he finds out Adam's buried out the back?

Alastor narrowed his eyes at Cain, his eyes and sharp smile filled with amusement: Oh, I have a feeling we'll find out~.

#hazbin hotel adam #adamsapple #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #purgatory!au

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mrjgain · 9 months ago

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The coach always sizes you up when he calls you into his office. You're proud of how you've listened to his instructions and been on his bulk for months now. You've made the gains he wanted and more. Sure your jersey is a bit snug and your belly keeps getting bigger and almost always peeking out, but the coach said to ignore that.

He looks happy with your gains, offering you more gainer shakes as he starts poking and prodding at you from your thunder thighs and ass to your pecs turned moobs. He seems especially focused on your belly and watching as it swells more with each shake you complete. Even though the coach is smaller than you and you could push him off at any time, you never do. You can't seem to say no to him. It's been harder to even think of opposing him the bigger you've gotten.

Coach says you're ready to stop being an active jock now. You just polished off the fourth and final shake , getting ready to ask what he means, but he elaborates on his own. You'll stop being a jock soon because he is turning you into a dumb pig. He possessively grabs your belly and shakes it before telling you to lay back on the couch. Too stunned to think, you sit on the couch and sit back, letting out an "oof" as your full belly weighs you down and the couch creeks.

He orders you to take off your pants as he grabs lube from his desk drawer. Your pants fly off like they were on fire and soon you're on your back with the coach over you and lifting your thighs up and apart. You can't stop his big dick from stretching your hole wider and wider as he enters you. You should be able to since he is half your size, but his dick makes it feel impossible. Like you're being put in your place.

A rhythmic fucking starts taking place as his tight muscled body meets your soft fat and you can't help as moans start involuntarily escaping your mouth. His thrusts are strong and forceful, but you can take it. This must be a different form of training to help you a better team member. His thrusts even making your belly bounce and you feel the shakes sloshing around inside your belly.

"Are you ready to be an even more important part of the team?" He says between thrusts, slamming harder when he finishes asking.

You're in no position to speak in full sentences, leaving only a weak voiced, "y...yes" to come out.

"You'll be the team pig. A cum dump for the team to use, fatten, and fill food and cum You're tough enough to take all those horny jock cocks, arent you?" His thrusts get harder, pounding his words into you.

You're one of the biggest guys on the team and you can only imagine how it would look to have all these smaller, fit men bending you over and using you whenever they wanted. That your hole would keep being stretched and used to the point that you would likely start feeling empty without a cock buried inside your ass. Needing bigger and bigger cocks. Another yes is fucked out of you.

You know once he cums inside of you, you're only going to want more. If you wanted to get away, you could push the coach off of you easily, and yet you find yourself under this man's control as your thighs keep spreading to accommodate. A position and sensation you'll be getting used to very soon.

"Tell me what you are then" he says as he punctuats every word with another hard thrust.

You tell him you're a cum dump. A dumb pig waiting to be fattened. A bottom whore ready to be used. A weak willed jock who can be taken down and mentally broken by cock alone. You feel like youre giving up any chance of being a fit top cub as you admit it.

Coach loves it. You know because he starts cumming inside you. Grunting and thrusting the first of many loads into you. Coach always knew what was best for you. First, the bulk, and now he has shown you how much better bottoming suits you. You started to feel that way once the bulk started, and that must have been what Coach was trying to teach you. Becoming a cum dump for the team must be in your best interest too. You just have to trust the coach. He'll make sure you end up where you belong. On your back or belly, eith your legs spread and a cock in one or both of your holes.

Holy fuck, you guys can read me like a book��. Gotta admit I wouldn't mind one bit to be the teams essential bottom whore😏. I just can't help it at this point, I just wanna be coaches biggest and best boy, so I gotta obey. Had to jo to this if I'm being honest💦. You guys just enable me to whore out and I love it, fuck I love you all🫶🏼

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k-s-morgan · 2 months ago

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What are your plans to the future? Do you think about moving to another country? At least for a while until this war ends? I hope you can undestand what i meant, english is not my first language but what i am trying to say its You have endure enough. You are strong for remaining yourself and keeping hoping for a better future but a better future sees unlikeable to happen. This world is insane. The people in it dont care about each other. I am worried by you. Every day.

Another ask: Me again. So as i said before, people dont care about anything that arent themself. Many countrys could help to end this insanity but they wont. I dont know if they even try it tbh. You have done enough Morgan. If its money the issue, i will send to you everything i can. If you have the chance to leave, please do it. You can always start again, and enjoy live again if you are alive. Your life and your mother and your family's life are important. Please, please think about it.

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Hello! Oh, thank you so much for worrying about me to this extent <3 I can't tell you how warm and reassuring this feels to me. Your asks touched me a lot, I'm so grateful to have readers like you - sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am.

I do think about moving - I've been thinking of it since the start of the war, but unfortunately, the choice always comes down to my safety vs. my family. To have both, I would indeed need money, but way too much of it. Like, tens of thousands of dollars. This is just not achievable.

Starting a new life elsewhere would mean that my mother would be automatically out of job. She won't be able to find anything even remotely good due to her age and qualifications, and if she leaves now, she'll lose her pension. 3 more years separate her from it. So, I'll become the sole provider.

In Kyiv, we live in our own apartment, but in another place, we would have to pay the rent, which is always expensive. Technically, with the job I have now, I would be able to support us anyway, but only barely. And what would happen if I were to lose my job? I lost it twice in one year already. What if someone gets sick, or another emergency happens, or I die? My family would be completely helpless - no pension, no jobs, no proper savings.

Selling the Kyiv apartment is way too risky - the money can lose value or disappear in other ways, and we'd be homeless. Renting it out is a possibility, but my stepfather lives here. He can't leave, or he risks getting drafted.

Of course, if the threat to our lives was acute - like if Russians were standing near Kyiv again and bombs were flying at us non-stop, we'd all flee. It would come to a life in uncertainty and poverty vs. death, and we'd naturally choose the former. But the threat isn't acute yet. Yes, the air raids happen daily, and it's terrifying, and things are getting worse, but statistically, not that many people die from it. We face a much bigger chance of being hit by a car than by a missile.

That's what makes this choice so complicated and nuanced. And I'm not even talking about emotional factors, such as this being my beloved home, a place where my relatives and pets are buried, a place where I take care of the specific homeless cats and birds - they depend on me, and leaving them behind is devastating.

If I had a lot of money, I would leave anyway, but I don't, so making this decision is next to impossible. Leaving alone would be easy, but it is not an option - my family is my lifeline. I'd rather live in horror with them than in happiness without them.

However, I also understand that such a life is impossible to bear. I'm so traumatized that I think even in the best-case scenario, I will die before my time due to some nerves-related illness.

This December, my father turns 60. After this, he will be safe to leave. If the war is not over and there is still no hope, I think I will move to another city, a safe one, with him, while my Mom and my step-father stay for 3 more years until my Mom's pension. I will come visit them often, maybe live in both places.

That's what I have in mind for now. It's a tentative plan, but it's there, and I'm holding onto it while still hoping that this nightmare finally ends this year. Justice will not come, but peace, at least a temporary one? Maybe.

#personal #ukraine #russia is a terrorist state

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kiyomitakada · 5 days ago

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can you do a post where people argue about Kira’s gender I know you’ve already done some of that but I would love more

i may have gone slightly off topic but i hope it fits the premise nonetheless!

#asks #catboymettaton #had funnnn thank you :D

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stop putting conspiratorial thinking on my dash.

# ~~ voice from above ! ( ooc. ) #i am so tired. #don’t make me tap the sign.

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Alright, this is getting ridiculous. I don't hate women. I don't even think that Kira is a woman in the first place. People who have followed me for a while will be familiar, but here's my behavioral analysis again:

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🌭 makeconservativeswoof

oh so now we're saying women can't be mass murderers? smhhhh this website is going to the dogs

🧊 cubicallogic

THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID

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💐 mirrorballll Follow

ok so can we talk about how misamisa went missing from the red and white show, disappeared for 28 days, and then people stopped dropping dead??? like???? i know none of ya'll follow yoshipro news because you suck (/j) but i think we've cracked it fr this time

😶‍🌫️ schwarzwaldmist

…………………do you really think that they would catch kira and then let her go back to her extremely successful idol career

💐 mirrorballll

ok yeah i can't figure out that part either but liiiiike they'd get mad hate from her fans if they went public with it right??? like idc what happens to her im just glad people arent dying anymore????

🦕 rexxtalkx

what do you mean "idc what happens to her" she KILLED PEOPLE. in REAL LIFE.

🧊 cubicallogic

Yeah, honestly, the (lack of) weight with which people treat these accusations really concerns me. If Misa-Misa really was Kira (a big if) then she should at least get life in prison, if not the death penalty. I know it's a joke, but maybe it shouldn't be…

🌭 makeconservativeswoof

everyone point and laugh at the pro death penalty fan

#just say you hate women lmao

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dear tumblr am i a bad person

#checked all the kira trackers like i do every morning #and………… they might be really gone huh #and i don't know what my first thought *should* have been #but it definitely shouldn't have been 'finally the fyp will be usable again' #god im so awful #fuck. spiraling. positive thoughts p o s i t i v e #…………i guess it *will* be usable again lol

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#death note tumblr #unreality

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sturniolo04 · 5 months ago

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Christmas Festivities m.s.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you-Charli

Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

Winter was always you and matt’s second favorite season next to fall, mainly because Christmas is in the winter time. You and him have made a tradition of planning 25 days of Christmas festivities that you two wanted to do together leading up to Christmas together.

It could be in LA or Boston or even as far as being outside or inside the house if it was too cold for you two.

Which brings you to now, day 10 of your 25 day Christmas festivities which just so happen to be something you and matt quite enjoyed doing together, ice skating.

"Matt no im going to fall'

you squeal keeping a tight grip on his hand as he begin to skate away from you.

'baby you should know how to do this we have been doing this for a few years now'

matt chuckles as you as he looks back at you trying not to fall face first on the ice.

' no no no you cant talk okay ice skating is in your blood you literally did hockey for fucksake'

you whine out.

' okay thats fair'

he chuckles out pulling on your arm to get you up to where he was so you are right beside him as you let out a squeal from the action as you grip onto his forearm tightly giggling.

'i got you princess i got you'

he chuckles out replying to your action as he places his hand ontop of yours.

' you got the popcorn babygirl'

matt asks you admiring your present as you and him are dressed in your matching Christmas pj pants marking day 19 of your 25 days of festivities leading up to christmas

"yeah you ready to watch wait what are we watching'

you respond and question him as you sit down next to him on the couch with the bowl of popcorn.

"um we could watch elf'

matt suggests looking at you and digging his hand in the bowl of popcorn placed on your lap, hoping you agree with him.

"the grinch"

you exclaim your eyes lighting up as you look at him.

"what no i love you but lets watch elf baby'

he sighs out looking at you placing his hand on your thigh as you let a pouting expression display on your face.

"babyy no"

you whine out dragging the 'y' and the 'o' in your response to your boyfriend.

"rock, paper, sisscors"

you suggest determined to win because you want to watch the grinch, setting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you two.

"seriously"

matt chuckles out looking at you next him as you have shifted your whole body towards him with your hands ready to play.

"yes matt right now what scared you are going to lose"

you joke giggling as he rolls his eyes and shifts his body to face you.

You begin playing the first round of rock paper sisscors, you winning the first round playing down paper and him playing rock. little did you know matt had a little trick up his sleeve.

"last round nervous"

you chuckle pushing some of his hair out of your face.

"nah"

matt cockily states as you two began to play the last round which was the tie breaker. Matt when you weren't paying too much attention seeing you were mainly focusing on what move you were going to play rather than think about what he was going to play, he quickly swap his hand from paper to sisscors once he saw you playing paper.

"WHAT"

you gasp out look at matt seeing and realizing what he did.

"elf it is"

matt chuckles.

"you can't do that you cheated"

you state pouting as he looks at you chuckling wrapping his arms around your torso still in complete shock.

"matt no i really wanted to watch the grinch I won seriously"

you giggle along with him wrapping your arms around his leaning in figure seeing his arms were still around your torso.

"okay okay fine because i love you we will watch the grinch'

matt sighs out giving in sitting up and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"dude stop thats not what we need arent we making cookies"

matt groans out leaning against the shopping cart, as you and him are at Target getting some quick ingredients for the cookies you two were going to make at your house making it day 22 of your Christmas festivities and unbeknownst to you Matt wanted to mess with you a little to see if you noticed the name change.

"did you just call me dude im not dude"

you turn around pouting and shifting your focus completely away from the item you were looking at kind of offended and hurt that your boyfriend didn't call you 'princess' or 'babygirl' like he always does.

"bro do you really need a rug that says 'merry christmas' on it"

he questions you as he walks over looking at the rug you were holding in your hands, matt slightly noticing the matching chrome silver nails you and him got yesterday as they shimmered in the warm lighting in the store. Although you couldn't even focus on the question matt asked you still hurt that he had yet to call you what you know he always calls you.

"what"

matt questions as you are just staring at him with a confused and hurt emotion clearly visible across you face.

"matt seriously im not a bro or dude"

you whine out slightly tugging the rug out of his shared grasp and setting it back where you picked it up from on the shelf and beginning to walk into the next aisle being the candles and quite frankly you needed a new one so this was a necessary and valid purchase if you got one.

"dude are you done yet smelling candles"

matt ask you again as you slowly turn to him setting the candle down tucking some hair behind you ear.

"yeah i think i want this one"

you softly reply hurt evident in your voice.

"bro this are really good lets get these"

matt suggest holding up the chocolate chip cookie bag as you two moved into the premade cookie aisle.

"did i do something wrong"

you pout out starting to looked down and pick at your nails feeling like tears were going to start spilling out at any second.

"no what why would you ask that"

matt slightly chuckles as he can see his childish antics are starting to get to you.

"you keep calling me bro and dude"

you huff out dropping your arms at your sides defeated.

"you dont like when i call you that"

matt jokes putting the cookie dough in the cart.

"no matt i dont im your girlfriend"

you whine out.

"well what do you want me to call you then"

matt asks continuing to joke around.

"nevermind"

you pout out turning on your heels walking away from him to the check out area.

"babe babe wait"

he exclaims out running up to catching you by your hips pulling you into him as he nuzzles his face in your neck from behind you.

"i was just messing with youuu"

matt chuckles out dragging out the 'u'

"youre fucking stupid"

you groan out trying to get out of his tight grip.

"what you didnt like that dude"

matt jokes again.

"Stopp"

you whine dragging 'p'

"no not at all i actually thought I did something wrong because you always call me-"

you pout as you turn around to face him as he releases his grip on your hips.

"princess or my babygirl"

he replies.

"yeah"

you softly reply.

"im sorry just messing with you my love"

he reiterates leaving a kiss on your forehead.

You guys have now made it to day 24 which was Christmas eve and you Matt and his brothers and their partners decided to walk and look at the Christmas lights.

You knew Chris' girlfriend extremely well just because she is your best friend you laugh every time as you see how happy she is with Chris considering she was in complete denial about even liking him in the first place.

"would you guys pick up the pace losers"

chris exclaims to nick and his boyfriend as his girlfriend and you and matt laugh at his antics.

"shut the fuck up chris we will get there when we get there"

nick rolls his eyes replying to the youngest.

" I feel like you and matt have been MIA all holiday season"

chris' girlfriend giggles as chris wraps his arms around her shoulder as you all walk side by side on the sidewalk.

"thats so not true we just have been doing our own thing"

you giggle out as matt nuzzles his cold nose on your face.

"what so fucking every chance you guys get"

chris snorts as his girlfriend smacks in the stomach.

"seriously dude fuck off no"

matt rolls his eyes replying to his brother.

" i mean we did that too but- oh my goodness look at that"

You exclaim cutting off your own sentence gazing at the lights.

Now it is Day 25, Christmas Day and you and Matt are now exchanging Christmas gifts with each other like you do every year at your place.

"i got this for you"

you smile softly turning to face your boyfriend criss cross on the couch you two were sitting on as he does the same as you hand he the present wrapped in blue and silver stripped wrapping paper.

" what is it"

he chuckles taking the present from your hands.

"open it"

you giggle as he begins to unwrap it, revealing a silver chain with a horse shaped pendant attached to it.

“Wait what the fuck baby this is sick”

He exclaims holding up the chain.

“You like it”

You question giggling as he sets it back in the box leaning over and placing a kiss on you supple lips.

“I love it”

He replies as he stands up to grab the gift he had for you.

“Okay your turn close your eyes”

He chuckles as he hides the box with the bow on top behind his back.

“Oookayyy”

You question covering your eyes with your hands. Matt carefully kneels down on one leg opening the box up to reveal this diamond ring.

“Okay you can open now”

Matt softly states as you begin to uncover your hands from your eyes immediately gasping.

“You’re joking’

You whine out as you notice the diamond ring in front of you.

“Matt”

you begin to cry out reaching out and caressing his cheeks.

“Baby from the moment I met you in preschool I knew you were the one for me and spending these last years being your boyfriend it just confirmed that I do want to spend the rest of my life with you and I couldn't see myself doing life with anyone else; will you marry me"

matt gleams as he asks the long awaited question.

"yes matthew i will marry you"

you sniffle leaning you forehead on his after he slips the ring on your fingers.

"you made me cry matt on christmas"

you giggle out wiping away your stray tears as matt sit back on the couch next to you.

"im sorry wifey"

he chuckles as you quickly look at him acknowledging the new nickname he gave you smiling at him leaning in to connect your guys' lips.

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mysicklove-main · 2 years ago

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Uzui Tengen is known for his dramatics. You knew that when you first decided to marry him, and have grown used to it with the years. His flashy appearance and bold words don't even phase you now. That's just who he is and who you came to love.

Until he gets sick. The dramatics pick up to a whole level you've never thought could occur. Of course if other people saw him that we're not you, or his other wives, he would pretend to be fine, grinning and showing off. But he would never let his lovers off the hook like that, it would be not flashy at all.

“I think it's time I say my final goodbye.”

You roll your eyes, placing a damp towel on his forehead. He coughs, and honestly you can't tell if it's fake or not, but you hold out a cup for him to drink a water out of. When he doesn't move, you sigh and press it to his lips, watching with amusement at the way he gulps it down. “Your fever is bound to break soon, maybe if you stopped complaining and rest, you'll feel better.”

He glances at you when you pull the cup away, a small pout on his face. “Hurts so bad, I must be dying. I feel so weak," His voice is horse, and his body is unusually warm.

You can't help but want to dote on him at his words. He's got to be acting just a bit, but he truly does sound broken. But before you could comfort him he says, “Is this how you feel like all the time? This weak?”

You sigh, pinching your brows, but you can't help the smile that creeps on your face. He's so ridiculous, but at least he keeps you on your toes. In his sickly state or not. “Really?”

“Just joking. I know you aren't this weak.” You can see it in his eyes that he wants to boast about his strength again, but your watchful eyes shut it down. You adore how powerful your husband is, but you weren't Suma who fangirls every time he spoke about himself (Of course you did love that side of Suma as well, it was cute seeing her so excited).

You roll your eyes again but smile at him, and adjust the bedsheets, pulling them higher up on his chest. He let's out a throaty complaint, but doesn't fight it. “Hey, where are the others? Can't bare to see me this pathetic?”

“No, “god” of the dramatics.” He frowns at the mock nickname. “You scared the daylights out of Suma, who actually thinks you're going to die. Hinatsura is comforting her outside. And you know Makio, she isn't the one to be near when someone is sick.”

He hums, closing his eyes for the first time in the past hour with a content smile on his face. “So I get you all to myself, huh?”

You grin, puffing up his pillow again before sitting in the chair next to him. “Guess you can say that. Until your fever breaks at least.”

“Nurse Y/N,” He sighs, breathlessly with a grin on his face. His eyes are still shut and by the looks of it he is imagining something lewd.

You shut it down immediately. “No. I'm not a nurse. I'm an assassin.”

He ignores your words. “Why arent you wearing the cute outfit. I'm sickly, please treat me nurse!”

“I'm leaving,” You deadpan, but before you can stand up a hand flies to your wrist. He tilts his head toward you with a small apologetic smile. His cheeks are flushed from the fever and his neck is slightly beaded with sweat.

“Sorry. I'm done, I'm done, promise. Just stay with me? Honestly, I am a little scared about how week I feel." The tone of his voice is solemn, and his hands slightly tremble on your wrist. You grab onto it and set it back down on the bed, and grab the cloth to dab the beads of sweat on his neck.

It's been ages since he has gotten sick. The last time probably in his early teens, so you aren't too surprised he is uncomfortable, but it was surprising for him to admit something like this. “Scared” is not in his vocabulary, or at least he preaches.

So you take pity on him, and smile at him. “Of course, Lord Tengen. Close your eyes and rest, I'll be here when you wake up, promise.”

He glances at you for a final time, and closes his eyes. “Thanks, Nurse Y/N.”

You shake your head slowly, and take in his appearance. Even in his sweaty, weak state he wears his signature smug grin that you've grown to love. You can't be too mad at him.

#another one #i wonder if u guys like when i write drabbles #they r so fun #anyways tags #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #tengen uzui #uzui fluff #tengen fluff #tengen uzui x reader #kny fluff #kny x reader #uzui drabbles #tengen drabbles #x reader #reader insert #kny fanfic #tengen kny #mello.writes

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taki118 · 2 months ago

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IruClarAzz Master Post Part 15

Just collecting all of the cuteness of the Love Trio and adding my commentary. Spoilers ahead very current with the manga. (Also warning I may make jabs at the IruAmeri ship here and there just small comparisons showing why I don’t like it as much, no hate but if you don’t like your ship being talked about even slightly negatively probably look away.)

If you didn’t see it Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here, Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Bonus here Part 9 here Part 10 here Part 11 here Part 12 here Part 13 here Part 14 here

So Irumas making a weird face as Clara signs her um property

I think a Lot of kinks are getting unlocked for Iruma in this arc. Um anyway Clara leaves to do school stuff. So they escape.

Azz makes an interesting note and this is true, this isnt really what she wants.

Iruma recalls how Ameri's personality change was stuck due to her own desires so they start going deeper into Clara's mind to figure it out. And this is so Clara love that both are not allowed.

They know Clara too well they know its real.

So while they go further in Clara's mind we get another Irumas Army mentioned

Side note Clara's appeal in her evil cycle gets to her classmates too. But again she wants all three to be together no matter what.

Anyway back to Clara's space, they have to answer a Clara quiz to move forward. I love that they answer at the same time.

They are brought into a room of her favorite tings. It's filled with things they did together. Also Iruma and Azz are on the same level as her family.

More questions and again same time.

This room is filled with her regrets and guilt. and the two are so embarrassed.

Side note I am trying to do my best to not put the entire chapters cause dear god.

Anyway this room is filled with memories, meeting iruma and azz is one of her most important. The two are very touched.

I love how they look to each other cause they know. But also I don't think its an accident that for the first time Iruma and Azz are separated in clara's mind. You can't say she just associates Azz with Iruma he has is own place in her mind/heart.

I am dying so sweet.

Awww the softness of this chapter page, Azz's hand on her head so cute.

So they make it to the end, theres two albums and they open the first. Its filled with events from the series from Clara's POV. Primarily about the two. (I wonder what Clara would think of Azz's evil cycle?)

They get a little shy about it but are also happy to read the praise.

As you can see the second book has the same images but is filled with her negative thoughts on the situations.

I feel like this arc is really about the people who think Clara is just an idiot, she's not she just's afraid to express her negative thoughts.

And before they can really think Clara comes back. She starts to freak out over them escaping and going here. She reveals shes afraid to show this part of herself to them and think the two will hate her now.

Iruma tries to end her negative thinking but well

That kinda back fires.

Clara decides she has to trap him even further inside her psyche. Which sidebar again but these chapters really show how terrifying her powers can be if she applied them.

Azz rushes in to stop her and this looks so like romantic

Its' Azz time to save Clara from herself and just look at their faces so good. And this is where i will end this post. don't worry I'll post the rest soon cause they really arent beating the polyship allegations.

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #welcome to demon school #mairimashita! iruma kun #iruma suzuki #clara valac #asmodeus alice #iruclarazz #love trio #spoilers

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yeoja-dream · 1 year ago

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Could you write an ot7 x reader fic where the reader feels they arent good enough because they're not particularly skinny but not fat and feels they're not that talented compared to the boys? Pretty angsty but some fluff? ❤

God. You sigh inwardly looking at your body for the millionth time in the standing mirror of your bedroom, jeans unbuttoned wide, mocking. The perspiration on your brow from exertion tells the rest of the story.

You had gained weight. Again. As if it wasn't hard enough to be the girlfriend of the seven most talented men on the earth, all muscle and grace. The picture of masculine beauty, and you, textbook mediocrity.

You kick the pants off in anger, hot tears stinging your eyes as you flop back onto your bed. You are going to be late for work. You scolded yourself. Fuck work. You snapped back like the world would come to a screeching halt if one cashier at Francine's was 15 minutes late.

What happened to the diet? Your inner critic asks, voice dripping in bitter sarcasm. They work so hard and you can't even look good for them? People would laugh if they saw you together.

Your phone buzzes, bringing you temporarily out of your shame spiral. You wipe away your now-flowing tears to see the message light up your screen.

Jiminnie ❤️: Good morning everyone ꜀( ˊ̠˂˃ˋ̠ )꜆

You smile somewhat bittersweetly to yourself. Jimin, always the first one up, always the first to tell everyone good morning. You recall, briefly, the day when Tae beat him to the punch and how he pouted the whole day.

Y/N: Morning chim~ Have an amazing day today! ❤️

Jiminnie ❤️: You too!!

Have an amazing day. Well, you could certainly try. You pick yourself off your bed and select a frumpy sweater and a baggy pair of jeans. It was cold, anyway, you told yourself disguising your plummeting self-esteem in faux practicality. You studied your face in the mirror, plain, if not a little pretty, but certainly not superstar-worthy. You swipe on some waterproof mascara and don your sneakers before the self-criticism has a chance to sink in.

Work was awful. You were so swept off your feet with customers, that you had barely had time to glance at your phone in between getting screamed at for not carrying certain sizes or being out of stock. You had slipped to the stock room more than once to put your waterproof mascara to the test. Last double I ever work. You say to yourself, shutting the lights, arming the security, and slipping out the back.

The autumnal night air had a wintery bite to it, you regret not bringing a jacket. It is only now that you have the chance to read your phone, slightly wincing at the piled notifications from the day. Most recently, you read:

Yoongi 😻: Finished working with Namjoon a little while ago. You must be done soon too. It’s cold, so I am going to come and pick you up. Did you eat?

Y/N: How presumptuous, Mr. Min~

Your tone is sardonic, but really, you're glad for the ride as a chill begins seeping into your bones. Before long, you see his black sports car pull up and you waste no time jumping in the front. You had done this routine before.

“Hi,” Yongi says, looking you up and down before leaning in for a kiss.

“Hi,” you say back, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“What? Is that all I get?” He quips in faux hurt. “Oh did you want to make out right now, leave Namjoon to drive?” You tease back before turning to face the man in the back seat. “Hi,” You greet him as well, offering him your hand.

“Don’t let me stop you” Namjoon says with a chuckle, “I just didn’t know you were looking to die today.” He then picks up your hand, placing a gentle kiss on the knuckle. “Hi, baby.” He said with his signature, dimpled smile. The sight of which clenches your heart, the words from your shame spiral this morning coming back full force. You don’t deserve this.

“Where am I dropping you off?” Yoongi asked. “Did you eat? We could get dinner.”

“My place, please. I had a big lunch and I think I’m just going to reheat some leftovers for dinner. You guys go ahead.” You lie, but you were in no mood to be eating food in front of them.

Yoongi looked at you, piercingly as he always does. Just when you think he’s going to call you on your lie,

“Alright.” He says, before putting the car in gear. Your apartment is only 10 minutes away, but Yoongi goes the long way letting you rant about stupid customers and annoying managers. By the time he pulls up, you feel better and you realize, he knew you needed that. A lump forms in your throat at the notion. You offer the pair a kiss, before sliding out of the car as quick as you can go, lest you start crying again. Yoongi waits until you’re inside, safe before pulling off. He always does. You don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve them.

Dinner is another mental warzone as you peruse your kitchen, biting commentary from two halves of your inner voice. After what happened this morning you don’t deserve to eat. The boys wouldn’t want me to starve. You’d be so much prettier if you were skinny. Starving isn’t a good way of weight loss anyway. The mental back and forth is exhausting, so you settle on a sandwich and settle on the couch.

TaeTae: You wanna ft? I miss youuuuuu why didn’t you come over today???

The message lights up your phone. You respond by calling him. He picks up right away.

“Y/N!” He exclaims. Even disheveled, he looks amazing. After catching up on the group chat, you learned that the maknae line had the day off and had a “staycation” as they put it while the hyungs were busy away.

“Hi Tae” You giggle back at his enthusiasm. It was infectious, it always was.

“Why didn’t you come over today?? We missed you!” He pouts.

“I am tired, Tae. And I have work early tomorrow and the following day. All doubles.”

“Jeez. I swear you work harder than us!”

You could laugh at the insinuation. They were multinational artists, constantly writing music, performing, dancing, recording music, recording content, and you folded clothes and got screamed at by people 10x richer than you for 12 hours a day. You would hardly call that working harder. You keep the thought to yourself.

“EY YO.” You hear Jungkook's unmistakable voice shout in the background. “IS THAT Y/N?”

“Yes, but I’m talking to her!” Tae says ripping the phone away from his dongsaeng as he flopps down on the couch next to him.

“Hey, I wanna talk too!” He says, yanking the older boy’s arm back so the two of them come into view.

“Hi, kookie.” You say, giving him a small wave.

“Y/N! I’ve been locked in the house all day with these schmucks, can you believe that?” Jungkook says, exasperated.

“Hey!” Tae shouts, offended. “You weren’t complaining about being locked in when me and Jimin brought you pancakes in bed. Or when we did face masks and painted our nails!”

“Yeah, we did our nails, look!” Jungkook says, ignoring the rest of Taehyung’s remarks. On Jungkook's hand, he has nicely painted black nails, on Taehyung a well-manicured clear coat.

“You did an amazing job!” You say giving them a small round of applause.

“We miss you.” The youngest says after a few beats of silence. The sincerity pulls at your heart.

“It's only been a week.” You say sticking your tongue out. “I miss you all too.” That at least was the whole truth.

“Well you’re busy and we’re busy…” Taehyung trailed off. You understood what he was getting at. No matter what you felt for them, there was always going to be miles of difference between you and them. Different leagues, solar systems.

“But don’t be busy this weekend! Saturday~” Jungkook reminds you AGAIN. The boys had been teasing you for weeks about this surprise. You couldn’t forget if you wanted to.

“I have to go to bed.” You half whine, stretching.

“GOOD NIGHT WE LOVE YOU SLEEP WELL” They yell at you in half unison before hanging up.

“I love you too.” You say to no one, before getting up and going to bed.

And so the days passed like that, days rushed off your feet, nights full of loud face times, and spare thoughts dedicated to your inadequacy. Pushing every single worry, every bitter thought down, lest you worry them with your stupid problems. They had plenty on their plate. You were so boring, untalented, plain. They shown brighter than the sun, thousands of beautiful, perfect successful girls would kill to be you. Should be you. You lucked into this position. Just because you were in the right place at the right time. Just because Jin was so friendly. You tricked him. He just introduced you to everyone else because he pitied you. They just pity you. You can’t even be happy around them. You can’t even be fun for them. What do you provide them? It was suffocating. They deserve better. They deserve better. They deserve better.

Friday night you walk home, music blasting through your earbuds, tears running down your face. It was the wind, you say to no one, bitterly wiping them on your sleeve. You finally understood what you had to do. Saturday, when you met up, you’d thank them for everything, and let them find someone worthy. For their own sake. You wouldn’t let them waste any more time on you.

Sleep was fitful and tear-stained that night, the night soon passed, and Saturday morning came.

The group chat through the day was uncharacteristically silent, save for Jimin’s obligatory good morning text. Fuck, you were going to miss that.

In terms of the plans tonight, you had been given instructions to show up at a certain place by 5 pm. Even when inquiring about what you should wear was vague, anything you felt like. You felt like crawling into a ball of self-pity and hiding under the sheets, but still, you pulled yourself together enough to ready yourself for anything. Pulling the place up on Google Maps revealed it to be a warehouse of sorts. Weird. You thought, clipping your earrings in and pulling your shoes on as the Uber blared its horn obnoxiously outside.

You went for something practical, but cute. Tennis skirt with thigh-high socks, a button-down blouse to match, and a puffer jacket. Makeup was light, and minimal. Cry proof, you were going to break up with 7 men you had come to love after all. It was for their own good. You reminded yourself.

The ride itself was as blissfully silent as an Uber ride can be, and not long. Outside of general city limits, there was marginally less attention and fewer chances of a slip-up. Being seen with you was the last thing they could afford.

The Uber pulled away leaving you in front of a large, white warehouse. This was some kind of industrial complex, you noted. Double checking the warehouse number with the number JK had sent to you 2 weeks prior. This was the place.

A feeling of unsettlement crossed your mind now, in the time you had known these men they had never once given you pause to worry, let alone make you feel unsafe. And yet, here you were, alone in a line of massive, empty warehouses. A bit of fear began to prickle under your skin and your scalp. They wouldn’t hurt you, right? Hell, maybe this is the merciful way out. A dark side of you thought.

Without wasting any more time, you stepped forward opening the door and stepping into total blackness.

The temperature was fine, temperate even. The scent of woodland, peat moss, and petrichor was thick in the air. Seconds in the dark felt like hours, panic sets in and you take a step backward, feeling for the door. Before you can grasp the handle, the lights come on all at once, and several voices shout HAPPY ANNIVERSARY at you.

You visibly jump, startled, but then audibly gasp at the scene before you. The warehouse had been decorated, floor to ceiling to resemble an enchanted forest. Large trees stood relatively tall in the vaulted ceiling of the space, their gnarled limbs covered in deep green vegetation, moss hanging from them like beards. Lights and glass baubles hung too, their glittering looking like forest spirits in suspended animation. Impossibly, from somewhere high and unseeable, light streamed down through the tree tops, golden and warm as the real sun. The floor seemed to be made of real, deep green moss that squished slightly under your feet. You noticed that there seemed to be several large stones forming stepping stone paths through the moss and into the fake woods. Feint music and animal chatter could be heard too, bringing the space to life. In front of you sits a large, stone arch, twisted with vines and seemingly weathered with time, though which was a clearing, where sat 7 of the most beautiful men you had seen in your life at a long, beautifully decorated, rich dark wood table.

The boys had dressed themselves in complete congruence with the environment. They each wore long hair of varying lengths some shoulder length, some to the waist, but all done up in a manner of braids, flowers, and gems. Each wore a manner of robes and belts of several different colors, draped and tied perfectly to emphasize their physique. It hits you at once what this all is, and nothing could stop the torrent of tears that spring forth as a result.

“Oh! Wait, those seem like upset tears!” Jin is the first up and rushing over to you. “We were hoping for happy tears not upset tears!”

“God damn it you guys I told you so many times we should say something and that we were going to scare the shit out of her on accident!” Namjoon said in a huff, standing up and making his way over to you. The rest follow behind, all echoing cheer-ups and apologies alike.

You sob openly now into your hands, and even with all 7 of the men you have grown to love surrounding you, you lock your abs and you don’t allow one to pull you into a comforting embrace. Jin is the first to speak again.

“Y/N, what has gotten into you? We just wanted to do something nice and memorable for our 1st anniversary together.” Jin said with a level of love, concern, and sincerity that something in you finally snapped.

“Why. Are. You. Being. So. Fucking. Nice. To. Me.” You ask, demand in between heaving sobs.

“Because we love you!” Jungkook answers first, and everyone answers in the affirmative.

“I. Am. Fucking. Worthless.” You sob again.

“Don’t say that!” Jimin says this time, trying to grab you, hold you. You resist him again.

“First I am so up my own ass I can’t be bothered to remember that it's our anniversary, and you guys go and do something so nice, so beautiful for me. I can’t give you anything. All I do is take. You are all so perfect and beautiful and talented and I am just a plain worthless girl, working a dead-end job, with a shitty flabby body and plain face who tricked you guys into caring for me. I drag you down. We live in different worlds and I am tired of watching you all pretending I’m worth anything more than a cheap fuck.” The words fall out in a blubbering mess, a stream of words, feelings, and sentiments bursting forth after being pent up for a year. You can’t bring yourself to look at anyone in particular, so you study the floor.

“Enough.” The voice rings out so sternly it stops your torrent almost in its place. You look up as Hoseok, who had been standing behind everyone else, pushes his way to the front, standing directly in front of you. His face, normally the definition of sunshine and joy, only held fury.

“First of all.” He began, clipped and stern. “That dead-end job keeps you so busy you hardly have time to eat and shower, so you’d be forgiven for forgetting.”

“But- You begin before Hoseok cuts you off.

“I am not finished. Second, I’m grateful for that dead-end job because it lead us to you. If you hadn’t been working at that boutique, Jin-hyung would never have met you, and I wouldn’t have ever met you in return. Lastly,” He begins, stepping forward another step, holding your face in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “You can talk shit about anyone you’d like, but you are not ever to speak that way about anyone I love. Not to me, not to any of them. And further, you are not ever, and I do mean ever, to tell me who I am and am not permitted to love.”

At this angle, you search his face, and you find anger, so much anger, but more so you find hurt and love and honesty. Tears well again in your eyes, but this time when Hoseok pulls you into his arms, you don’t resist him. One by one, everyone piles into what is, ostensibly, the cheesiest group hug ever, but you can’t find it in you to care. You cry again for what seems like ages, breathing in the mixing scent of them and allowing yourself, finally, to let them love you.

After your crying stills, you break apart and survey the group, more carefully this time. They had even themed their outfits around it.

“My dream.” you sniffle and gesture to them, then the set behind them. “Our first group date, I told you about a dream I had as a little girl. The enchanted forest and its 7 protectors. You even dressed up as them.” You say in a half laugh. “The dragon,” you said gesturing to Namjoon, “Gumiho,” You say pointing to Jimin, “Hydra,” You say pointing to Yoongi, “Fae King, Werewolf, Griffin, and Phoenix,” You say, pointing to Jin, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin respectively.

“The very same,” Yoongi says with a bow.

“Wow…” You say, breathless. A silence falls on the group before you speak up once again. “I am… sorry.” You start.

“Don’t be!” Various maknae line members clamor to interrupt you.

“Let her finish,” Namjoon says sternly.

“I have been feeling this way for a long time. I think it's been building up from the beginning, actually. I have always felt like you guys were all a billion times more attractive than me, and I started to feel like on top of that, I was talentless and useless in comparison. I never wanted to burden you with my insecure ramblings so I kept them buried and I guess they ate me alive a little. A lot. Truthfully I came here ready to break up with you.”

“What?!” The group of voices collectively reacts.

“No I mean I didn’t want to but I felt super useless and ugly so I thought you were just wasting your time with me I mean I love you all so much and I feel so grateful and lucky to have you but it was for your own good that you found someone else-” You begin spouting off.

Jin takes your hand, interrupting your stream of consciousness “I thought we’d exchange the sweet stuff at dinner but there is no greater time than now. I consider meeting you to be one of the luckiest days of my life. And I know I can speak for everyone and say this past year, you have brought so much joy and intrigue and fun into our lives and we wouldn’t give you up for anything or anyone.”

“Besides.” Yoongi grabs your other hand, giving it a light kiss. “You are a terrible liar. I could see you were suffering from something inside. I know what that's like.”

“AND” Jungkook adds loudly “NOT THAT IT IS ABOUT THIS” he begins loudly, “AND WE VALUE Y/N THE MOST FOR HER KINDNESS, HER CONSIDERATION, HER WORK ETHIC, HER SPUNK-”

“Get to the point.” The group says collectively.

“Y/N to me, to us, you are a work of art. You can’t see yourself the way we do. Your face belongs in a Monet, your body is as if it was sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. Even the little things you do, the way you tie up your hair when you are trying to concentrate when you throw your head back and laugh when something is really funny, when you pace around the apartment when you're on the phone, you are beautiful”

“Aw, kookie…” You clasp your hand around your mouth, before wrapping your arms around him.

“God please no more tears,” Taehyung says, desperately.

You laugh, letting go of Jungkook. “Tae, I don’t think I have any left in my body.”

“Listen, everyone, I can’t promise you this discussion is going to make the voice telling me I’m inadequate to go away. But what I can promise is that I will talk about them. I won’t let them build up so bad.”

“That’s all we would ask of you,” Namjoon says in return. “Besides I’m kind of worried who the hell we’ve been dating this last year if you think we are perfect!”

“Without getting personal,” Jimin pipes in “We are all at least a group of barely functional, workaholic perfectionists who don’t eat enough, don’t sleep enough, and who care far too much what the public thinks of us. And that's just what applies to all of us, forget our individual faults.”

“True…” You concede. “Is it still too late to enjoy whatever this is?” You ask, gesturing toward the table.

“No not at all!” They all scramble away, leading you to the table. You immediately notice that apparently, a meltdown was not in the card for the evening, as lit candelabras were now dripping hot wax onto the table runner. Various foods dotted the table, sat in warming dishes to ensure they didn’t get cold while they waited. It was a variable fragrant smorgasbord, and you were starving.

“I feel a little underdressed…” You admit, looking at them and then at your outfit. “You guys could have at least told me the dress code.” You said, teasing.

“OH SHIT RIGHT.” Jungkook jumps forward, bowing deeply and putting on a commanding tone. “Fae king, get the lady her vestments at once!”

Jin rolls his eyes at the younger’s commanding tone, but reaches under the table and pulls out a large, white box. From which he pulls out a deep green dress with several accessories and piles them into your hands. “If the lady would be so kind to change over there.” He said, gesturing to a tasteful rice paper screen that stood about 30 feet to the side of the table.

“She would.” You say, giving a little curtsey, walking off to change. The dress was form-fitting but in all the best ways. What you didn’t notice before, was that the dress was heavy, dotted with crystals made to look like you were covered in the morning summer dew. Over your shoulders sat a long cape made of leaves, arranged in the gradient from green, to yellow, to orange, to red, to brown. Atop your head, a crown of wildflowers and fruit tree blossoms, and a scepter for you to carry, clear crystalline in its structure, topped by a frosted glass orb from inside which, a dull blue light shown.

“It’s clearly season-themed…” You begin as you step from behind the screen. “But why?” You ask, taking in their expressions.

Your heart rate quickens and you feel the heat rise to your face as the group goes silent, somewhat slack-jawed. Some wear expressions of hunger, and desire, others of pure awe and love, but no doubt you hold all their attention.

“What?!” You ask demandingly, embarrassed.

“You look…” Jimin starts

“Perfect.” Yoongi finishes.

“Thank you” You offer, voice unsure. You somewhat walk over to them feeling awkward, but flattered.

“Queen of the forest.” Taehyung offers.

“Huh?”

“Queen of the forest.” He repeats. “That’s what your dream was missing. We protect the forest, but we still needed a queen.”

The depth of the metaphor forms a lump in your throat. You clear it before speaking. “Well, it’s beautiful. This is all so beautiful. Thank you, I cannot express my gratitude enough.”

“Thank you. For being here. For being you. You are everything we need you to be.” Jimin said with a sweet smile. “Shall we eat?”

And with that, the evening dinner festivities take off. The lot of you spend the evening drinking too much wine and sharing your favorite stories from the year together. At the end of the night, you go back to their place where you can all snuggle in Namjoon’s massive bed, and as the wine takes you to sleep, it occurs to you that maybe, you are right where you are supposed to be.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the request it only took me 4 years, 9 months, and 18 days to complete

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 1 year ago

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Uwaa! I'm loving your Dantalian headcanon!

I can see him, Eligos, Paimon and Orias going shopping together? TT-TT) we need the cutiepies of Hell gathered! Nilfheim and Lost Paradise where you at!?

Meanwhile, Dong-gyun from Avisos can be considered a cutiepie but he isn't in their level yet so he holds all their shopping bags;;;

I could see it go something like this

*On their special group chat*

Dantalian: ELIGOOOOOOOS

Dantalian: Dad told me that we have to go to this really important event but all my clothes are fetish outfits :(

Dantalian: The festival has a decency policy!!!! The people at Paradise Lost are insane!

Eligos: I've actually got a brand new collection in partnership with Paimon and Orias

Dantalian: Ok, I know Paimon, but who tf id Orias?

Eligos: He's a beauty guru! He's quite popular on [NOT TRADEMARKED VIDEO SHARING WEBSITE]

Eligos: you should look him up

Dantalian: That's a new one

Dantalian: I don't think I have it yet, let me go whine to my dad about it.

Eligos: Tell His Majesty Asmodeus to pay his taxes!!!

Eligos: Sorry, Bimet stole my phone UnU

Eligos: I'll just add Paimon and Orias here

_Paimon and Orias got added to the group chat_

Dantalian: Orias's a little bitch

Orias: And who might I have the pleasure of being insulted by?

Dantalian: ELIGOS WHY ARE THERE RANDOM PEOPLE IN THE GROUP CHAT!

Paimon: Hiiiiii, your highness Dantaliaaaaaaan

Dantalian: Paimon as well!

Eligos: You should get to know them as well since they all contribute to my newer collections

Orias: Dantalian? Don't you remember me sweetie? We used to hang out when you were younger?

Dantalian: I have never heard of you in my whole life

Orias: :)

Paimon: So, your highnesssss! I heard you're going to your first balllll

Dantalian: It's a sort of very formal festival

Dantalian: And we can't wear my usual attire

Dantalian: To understand how bad it is, my dad took out the 17th century suit ToT

Dantalian: Imagine being alive during the 17th century

Orias: ...

Paimon: What colour would you like the costume to beeeee?

Dantalian: Red, duh

Orias: I have the red costume at my place. It needed a bit of sewing and adding some extra ditails

Dantalian: Eligos, why could you take care of it?

Eligos: I've used all of the angel feathers in Tartaros for a new dress for MC.

Orias: And I have plentiful

Paimon: And Orias stole iiiiit

Orias: You're so funny Paimon.

Orias: Little ol me, going around stealing? Never

Dantalian: Wait, arent you the guy that tried to kill Leviathan!?

Orias: I have no idea what you're talking about

Dantalian: And everyone in Hades haaaaaates you. They would sometimes complain to me whenever you arrived back in the country

Orias: Your memory must be quite faulty. Everyone in Hades loves me

Dantalian: Except 99% of the population

Orias: You're so lucky you're part of the monarchy

Dantalian: Why? Come kill me right now, dipshit. What, are you too scared? Give me all you got

Orias: Now you're just asking for it

Dantalian: Orias don't you fucking there show up or I'm snitching you - King Asmodeus

Dantalian: Please sent the suit at the adress of the castle of Abaddon and make sure it is in pristine condition. Eligos, I already sent the money for it. Please stop contacting my son, he's grounded. - King Asmodeus

*This chat was terminated*

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb dantalian #whb asmodeus #whb eligos #whb paimon #whb orias #for the first time on this blog

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rontra · 6 months ago

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tell me more about these OCs. What’s their deal. How’s life where they live. Do they have games on their phones

the 4 dipshits i drew yesterday are from one of the oldest oc settings ive got (they were minted from the forge of stupid fuckheads in the year of our lord 2011) (and i'm very mean to them<3)

so because it's so old a lot of my followers will recognize them or even be familiar with previous iterations of their story/lore... there's been like. 3 discreet incarnations of it by now. and 3.0 needs some serious aid so this might be 4.0 now. so basically things people know may or may not be canon anymore. i just go in there and sift thru the entrails like fnaf mangle when im bored its my toys

but basically they live in chess world. and they all hate it. and life is bad. because of the Forever War. we should put a stop to that. but the Powers That Be are very picky about the steps that need to be taken to End the Forever War so that part sucks too. also because its chess world everybody has a lil rank and title and has to go perish on the battlefield or whatever

yesterday''s posts,

these two assholes are flang (blonde) and kaitlin (has games on her phone). they're part of the group of 4 main characters with kaitlin serving as the "guy everyone gives exposition to" vehicle, because she just got here, because it's also an isekai (surprise!). so she owns a phone and has games on it but she can't use it anymore because there's no phone service in Chess World. sad!

her rank is king (she/her king W), which means she has a lot of responsibilities in a lot of areas--none of which she wants or really signed up for, but her fun new wife (the black queen) just kinda recruited her into it. in the setting, king/queen are primarily military titles, then government positions; it is not necessary to be royalty "by blood", hence these unruly (albeit rare since there can only be one of each at a time) pawn-to-queen and pawn-to-king promotions happening on the board. she also has a cursed sword that is surprisingly unrelated to all of that but it has magic powers

flang (they/she) is From chess world and has grown up in alabaster. her mother is a doctor so she is too. her rank is pawn. she has a lot of issues and almost all of them are because alabaster sucks ass to live in if you're even like 1% outside of what alabaster considers Proper. it's a "reasonably stable and reasonably safe" kingdom to live and work in, but that safety and stability is always conditional; it's only stable and safe if you're born 100% conforming to it or discard your existing self to assimilate into it. this has made flang a very precious kind of insane that hurts them and everybody around them all of the time. but it can be repaired by defecting from the country, scaring their family, getting a fun haircut, almost succumbing to a fever, and finally the tender touch of a lesbian who has games on her phone

the other two people in the Main 4 are aster (kaitlin's wife, queen) and erin (the other queen) and are NOT the people i drew yesterday (BDHJBGS)

this is aster and erin 👇

you can tell because they have the look of 2 people who have been ruining each other for like a decade now and arent gonna stop until they change or die

aster (she/they) is trying to kill the white king for Revenge Reasons and ending the forever war is just like a cool side effect for her. she's the one who got kaitlin into all of this mess which is complicated because on the one hand, she got kaitlin into all of this mess and is trying to strongarm her into doing things she absolutely doesn't want to do (like killing people). on the other hand though, being roped into all of this mess did pretty directly save kaitlin's life in the first place and somehow loops back around to improving her mental health in the long run. so who's to say whether big murder plots that only you like and want are bad to do or not

erin (she/her) is normal about that freak^ but is in a very bad position because aster getting kaitlin on the board and starting their big dumb plan is a very clear signal to erin that aster has already won, long before anyone else thinks that. erin doesn't really gaf about the white king but she has other things she cares about and is willing to die to protect. to erin, aster's victory means she's on borrowed time and it won't be long before aster will go Through Her to get what they want. there's a confrontation on the horizon where erin fully believes one of them will kill the other one. but also they're like in love. but also erin has way better gfs available. you understand

the two other bitches i drew yesterday are NOT in the main 4 theyre just some other freaks . this is zarni (short hair) and fal (blonde) 👇

faolan (she/her) is the white queen's bishop which means she's the piece closest to the queen--basically shes erin's right hand arm man. she's erin everything. her confidant. her best friend. her silly rabbit. (is that what erin calls her?) no.

fal WANTS to be all of those things and has a weird crush on the queen but erin never lets anybody in and that includes fal. but basically faolan is the bitch who's always in it for Rank And Power and has climbed as high as she can and is still vying for erin's personal approval and acknowledgement because nothing's ever enough for her. she sucks to hang out with and almost dies very badly but zarni has her back

zarni (she/her) isnt actually from either kingdom she's with the unrelated third party pirate faction that mostly keeps to itself and has its own squabbles and drama that doesn't really have anything to do with the Forever War. an outlaw... a GRIMINAL... she met faolan way back when fal was much lower rank than she is now. fal was escorting her to the capital to receive basically a slap on the wrist for doing crimes in alabaster territory and they kinda hit it off in a weird way. right now zarni is technically like. fal's hired muscle. her right hand arm man (henchman edition). but for zarni it mostly doubles as a convenient way to have free passage into and within alabaster, for her own sidequest reasons. she ends up saving fal's stupid life because unfortunately they care about each other now and it's embarrassing for everyone. but maybe it'll distract faolan from looking at erin just long enough for her to realize she needs a big strong woman to carry her off into the sunset and build her a cottage where she can fucking retire already. or something. one can dream

anyway that's the people i drew yesterday (and the 2 in the middle that i didnt even draw but i would feel neglectful if i didnt mention). ssorry for the long post i just love talking about my ocs and these ones are 13 years old so talking about them comes Very Easily To Me MDJBSBJGS

i skimped on details just to get thru the tl;dr basics but i hope it was at least entertaining (and if anyone has more questions after this i dont mind i know i skipped a lot HDHBJG)

to me this is an oc setting entirely populated by stupid assholes who are constantly ruining at least 1 other character's life in some way. and that's how they all save each other. and that's beautiful. godbless our beautiful gay chess soldiers

#my final message change the forever war goodbye #oc stuff

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As an up-and-coming actress, you never expected to get a decent acting job so soon. You'd only been in LA for a few months at this point and auditions have been stressful. So becoming a main role in the upcoming Stab 3 was like a dream come true. Not only did you not expect to end up in such a beloved franchise like Stab but you also weren't expecting to be underneath your director in his Hollywood Hills mansion.

Sure, It was no secret that Roman Bridger was an extremely attractive man. A and B List Women fawning over him left and right. As an F-List Actress, you would've never thought in a million years that someone like Roman would show interest in you. But who are you to complain about such an attractive, successful young director giving you small gifts and compliments and subtly flirting with you every chance he got.

But here you were, Spread out on his silky smooth bedspread completely bare from head to toe, tied to all four bedposts. You never would've assumed someone like Roman could be so adventurous in bed. You were squirming below him trying to rub your thighs together as you felt your slick leak from your core onto his sheets. "My My My, What a Naughty girl. These sheets were expensive you know...Guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson sweetheart." He grabs a camcorder placing it on the fireplace across his bed. "Can't forget to film this...This'll be my best movie yet." he gives you a sly seductive smirk.

The thought of him filming this and getting off to it later makes your second heartbeat increase. Slick continues to run down your thighs and onto his sheets, he takes a slender finger and runs it up your slit. "So wet for me...Is this what gets you off darling? Being tied to your boss's bed while he's getting ready to fuck you until your tears are running down your pretty little face? hm?" You nod. Not trusting your words when you suddenly feel a stinging sensation on the inside of your thigh and a large red handprint. "Use your words, honey...And maybe ill give you what you want." You huff.

"Yes Roman, I know I'm a twisted slut just touch me, please. I'll do anything." you let out a groan hoping he'll do something, anything to help you feel even the tiniest bit of pleasure. You buck your hips slightly just for him to push them back down. "Patience sweet girl. You'll get your release soon enough." He caress's your thigh before running his fingers up your slit once more coating them in your juices. Taking them to your clit and drawing slow lazy circles on it. Your back arches and you let out a low whimper. Roman chuckles picking up the pace as he rubs you lazily. He slows his pace again coming to a stop.

You whine and he just lets out a deep breath. "You're so needy arent you? My perfect little slut. all spread out and ready for my cock. But we need to stretch you out first honey. Don't know if you can take me." He slips a finger into your heat as he watches you arch your back and let out a loud moan. He decides to add another finger and begins to curl them inside you. Hitting that spongey spot inside you, you begin to clench around his fingers letting him know you're close.

"You gonna cum sweetheart? go on now...cum for me." Those 10 words made you release all over his fingers scarily quick. His eyes look down at your juices as they flow out of you. He removes his fingers and you let out a whine. "I think your pussy's nice and stretched out for me. Hope you're ready for me baby." You nod quickly as he swiftly pulls his cock out of his briefs. Lining up with your entrance he pushes the tip in and you let out a moan.

He slowly pushes the rest in and your back arches off the bed as you tug at your restraints as he sits with his cock inside you waiting for your signal to move. You bite your lip and nod. He begins to thrust into you, slow yet rough. "Faster" You moan out throwing your head back. He quickens his thrusts making, you let out an almost pornographic moan as he hits your g-spot and he takes that as the perfect opportunity to spit right into your mouth. Taking his hand and closing your mouth. "Swallow." and you do as you are told.

You feel the coil in your tummy starting to build and it feels like it's about to snap at any moment. You clench your walls around him and he leans down to your ear "You close honey? Are you gonna cum all over your boss's cock? Want me to fill you with my cum? Have all of me dripping down your thighs?" You inhale sharply before speaking "Yes Sir! Wanna be full of your cum so bad. Please. Need to be full of you." and with that, he begins to rub your clit, and the band inside you snaps as you gush your juices all over him, and his bed. You begin to feel his warm seed shoot inside, hitting the deepest parts of your core and filling them to the brim.

He lets his cock soften inside you before slowly pulling out as you wince at the empty feeling. He gets to work untying your restraints as he gently applies a kiss to each wrist and ankle after they're untied. He turns the camera off and sets it back down before laying down next to you and pulling you close. He kisses you on the top of your head before you nuzzle your head into his chest falling asleep still full of his seed.

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