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shoyoist · 1 month ago

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── 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 : VI.

content: 2.2k words ! fem reader, pit fighter!vi, fwb dynamic. sapphic content. part 2 to my series linked below! each chapter can be read as a standalone. top vi, edging, dirty talk, vi calls you 'princess', a little choking, one mention of hair pulling; fingering, cunnilingus, a bit of manhandling, some inner monologuing and angst. brief mention of past sex work. flashback to how they met.

SERIES MASTERLIST. part 1: home time.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you've been needing vi since you first laid eyes on her.

the first time you’d laid eyes on vi, she’d looked more wounded animal than woman to you.

it was your first night at the pit. you sat a good distance away, clinking glasses with a couple of friends who all enjoyed watching brutes throw each other around way more than they should. when the renowned new regular stepped up for the next match, your friends had grunted, “oh here’s that bitch again. she makes these so boring.” “hmm? hey, i think her winning streak’s pretty hot.” “well, it’d be hotter if she played around with her prey a bit more.”

you weren’t really that interested, but the change in atmosphere was significant enough that you had to look up. through the fog of cigarette smoke and hookah fumes, you could see the fighting ring — illuminated brightly by a dozen, dazzling headlights.

and there vi was. she was walking the perimeter of the ring with a quick, light-footed pace like her hackles were raised, teeth bared and grit like she was going to use them to win.

with her back to you, you could see the complex patterns inked from her nape to the end of her spine, and when she raised her arms and braced for the signal to start, you saw how her muscles tensed and tightened. you weren’t able to look away till the fight was over and she was out of the ring — cold blue eyes holding no hint of pride in victory within them, busted nose dripping a stream of blood down her lip, flecks of red across her neck and on the swell of her breasts.

you started showing up again and again, after that.

vi interested you, and though you tried to remain nonchalant about it, you kept coming back to see her. watching her fight became a regular pastime to you. not even just a pastime. a sort of guilty pleasure. an obsession. you even stayed for the afterparty that followed the fights. you’d hang around with the other women who were there just to watch or to try themselves out on the dancefloor.

you eventually figured vi was here to fight just as much as she was here to make ends meet. in between watching her as she beat people bloody and swaying your hips for her to see, you mulled over the little information you had on her. you’d heard of all the stories of her, of course. one of the survivors of the clash between silco and vander. elder sister of the one and only jinx. was recently entangled with an enforcer, joined topside. betrayed all of zaun. bit the hand that had fed her all her life. got fucked over and thrown back into the pit. and here she was.

she fought with bare fists, hair and lips inked the same shade of black, some of it streaking her forehead with sweat, getting worse whenever she wiped her face. the skin over her muscles red with impact and pumping blood, her eyes full of a dead sort of rage. and she kept winning her fights. one after the other, she sent men to the ground. and she looked fucking good doing it.

you heard the other stories too. how she only fucked women. how she fucked them good.

and somehow, you started getting impatient. you wanted vi to notice you. you kept trying to figure something out. devise a way for you to stand out from the crowd; to really catch her eye.

but fuck, it was hard. like a wounded animal, vi seemed to be paralyzed by something that no longer existed. she fought, ate, drank, got lugged home by some fucker. she split her knuckles, spat blood, screamed. and she just didn’t fucking approach you. it was like she was trapped in a cycle. like you had to lure her out, with elaborately laid out traps.

piece after piece of meat for the hungry, wounded and angry, dead-eyed beast.

you told your friends you just wanted a good fuck. you told them you wanted a feel of what she’s got. and it was true! there was nothing emotional here. you didn’t know vi, vi didn’t know you — and you didn’t particularly want someone who’d been lusting after a fucking piltie anyway.

but that was what was nagging you. the thing that annoyed you more than anything was that a woman who’d gotten dumped by a topsider was somehow too far out of your reach. you felt you were better than that.

and as the weeks blurred, you started needing her to need you.

you didn’t consider yourself anything like a revolutionary. you weren’t a genius and you weren’t necessarily fueled by the desire to somehow avenge the undercity.

but you’d gone through much. perhaps not stillwater, but you knew that it didn’t only take years in a stone box to drive a woman crazy. your own life full of fuck-overs and hardships had put a good pint of patriotism and dignity in you. and somehow, the fact that someone like vi who had arguably suffered so much worse than you had, was so enamoured by a topsider — an enforcer, of all topsiders — filled you with rage.

you saw vi as a powerful asset. not a herald or a beacon like jinx was, but something. something for zaun that was definitely not for piltover to craftily thieve away. there was a certain hint of betrayal that everyone tasted in their mouths when they looked at vi. it was strange to acknowledge how you felt — but you suppose you wanted to reclaim vi.

and as you watched vi fight, memorizing her moves, lost in the way she sucked spittle back through her teeth as she got up from the painted concrete, you saw her as what she really was. a weapon, carved out of zaunite stone with the loving hands of piltover’s cruelty.

she was gorgeous. a piltie could never see her the way you saw her. and you wanted her to see that.

your efforts are not without eventual success, though it was an arduous affair to get to that point. one night, after a barely-there win, vi finally makes her way to you at the end of the night.

“hey.”

you blink up at her, discreetly aware that your friends are fleeing their spots at the table you were sharing with them. “. . . yes?”

“mind if i sit here?” vi says, already pulling a chair out to take a seat right next to you. you’d raised a cracked cup of water to your lips, and you watched her from over the rim as she sits and rubs a bandaged palm at her chin, wiping blood off. she’s caked with sweat and grime, and her left eye is darkening with a bruise. she smells of beer already, and now that she’s up close to you, you catch the scent of cheap dye — something like ink or paint.

you can suddenly hear your pulse in your ears. oh. she's so hot.

“so, you here for the dancefloor or for me?” she breaks the momentary silence.

you don’t remember how the conversation went from there, really. all you remember is that eventually, vi had come back with you to your place. and you’d helped her clean up a bit — sudsy water and your last clean rag on her, half a roll of bandages for her split knuckles — before you were on each other.

vi pressed you to your sheets and ate you up like she was starved.

your clothes are all off within minutes, pulled off by vi’s wandering hands. she’s stripped bare, too, only gauze and bandages covering her. her mouth searches you, your arms pinned to your sides by her unyielding grip on your wrists.

she kisses you up and down, sometimes soft and sometimes harsh, taking deep breath after breath of your skin into her lungs. she does this till you’re jittery, edging you till you’re so sensitive that you’re ready to explode. kissing, biting, nose nudging at your folds and tongue licking at your softer spots. covering you in inky kiss marks. rubbing it on your sheets.

you moan for her, whine her name, too embarrassed to just ask her to hurry the fuck up and make you cum — and you lay there and let her eat you up. you blush when she tells you how she knows you’ve been staring at her. you want to sink into your squeaky mattress and hide when she tells you you’ve got a lot of princess attitude, waiting so patiently till vi came up to you herself.

“i’ve seen the way you look at me. y’ into me, princess?” she hisses into your chest, strong fingers wrapped around your throat. her other hand cupping your pussy, she slowly coaxes the air out of your lungs. gets you to beg for her before she slips her fingers in you.

this wasn't how you had planned for it to go. you'd wanted to do more. you had wanted to do the fucking. you wanted her to feel good at your hands.

you’re embarrassed by how easily she makes you fold, but she’s so hot. she's too fucking good at this. and she’s giving you exactly what you want. what’s a lonely, touch-starved bitch to do? “vi, fuck.”

“you’ve been wantin’ me for a while, huh?” she taps your cheek, one hand squeezing the plush of your right tit while the other toys with your cunt. “mhm,” you whimper. “weeks.”

and the lidded look she gives you as she increases the pressure of her thumb on your clit is enough to make you see white.

that’s how it had started. a dance of nothing and nothing between you and vi. nothing as in, you didn’t know what it was, really. and nothing as in, you didn’t know what you wanted it to be.

your intention had been to claim vi for yourself. to show her that pretty things existed down here in zaun, too — that she should see how piltover has fucked her over. to convince her to stay down here where people were her family and places were her home. but as time went on, and as the number of entanglements between you and vi kept increasing, it started feeling more and more like vi had claimed you for herself instead.

vi was erratic. it would feel as if you were fixing her — like she was finally moving on from whatever had happened to her up there; then she would disappear for days. and she would come back battered, worse. sometimes she would sleep in your bed and it would make you happy, till she mutters a name alien to you in her sleep. “caitlyn. cait.”

and it makes you see red. you tell yourself you don’t love this woman. you tell yourself you just want her to forget that bullshit. you tell yourself this is your own little way of keeping your home and its people safely away from the ignorant, cruel toying of the luxurious topside. but as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months, you can’t deny yourself of it anymore.

vi makes you soft. she makes you want.

sometimes she’s weak in your arms. sometimes, right after she’s done fucking you and done pulling your hair while you eat her out, she’ll be sighing into your chest, muscled arms wrapped around your waist as she sleeps on top of you. she makes you feel like you belong. like you have something here. which is fucking funny, because that’s how you want to make her feel. but you doubt you’re doing it successfully. you feel like the tables have been turned on you.

it’s fucking annoying.

you keep telling yourself that this won’t end well for you. you keep wondering if you should just ask vi to pay up. you remember clear as day, how you used to turn sex into a source of income. you remember how you made anything into a job. how you scavenged, leeched, fucked, killed, whatever — but that was when you needed money for a place to live in. when you needed food and water and clothes and a bed and you had nothing and no one and no means.

you just really hated the thought of being used. and you didn’t know what made you feel it worse — letting vi come and go like this for nothing, or to ask her to pay you like you’re someone up for hire.

“what do you think of me?” you ask vi, as the two of you lay together, mouths close enough to exchange breath. “i think you’re good, princess.” vi says, like it’s easy for her. “real good to me.”

and somehow, that was good enough for you to keep going. you were good to her. became her pretty princess. her good girl. her distraction, her safe place, her home. whenever she wanted it, you laid her head on your chest and lulled her into a dreamless sleep with the beat of your heart. you traced the tattoos on her back with your fingertips, kissed her hair, told her she has nothing to fear. you told her you would never leave.

“promise?” “promise.”

until of course.

one night, vi just up and left. you had asked her if she would come again. and she had said she probably would. so, like a loyal little dog, you waited for her — a sinking feeling in your heart telling you that she was gone. that you’d failed, that your stupid little feelings were for nothing and did nothing.

and of course, she didn’t come. you heard of some news here and there. vi was with jinx again. vi was doing some crazy shit. vi had gone back to piltover. it made you so angry. so, so fucking angry.

zaun nearly came apart at the seams. there was a revolution. like a storm that floods the trenches and takes everything with it. leaving the land bare, clean, up for restoration.

you, lost. alone. heartbroken and seething with humiliation and disappointment. left to pick up your pieces and rebuild yourself.

and the next time you saw vi, she was entirely changed. and the sight of her made you sick to your stomach like nothing ever did before.

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dixonverse · 20 days ago

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Mr. Reedus

WARNING: Sex, Riding, swears, dirty talk, sub daryl, Dom reader, fem reader.

Mr. Reedus, your history and ELA teacher, is a man of quiet warmth, gentle, compassionate and endlessly patient. Yet beneath his composed demeanor lies a secret he dares not acknowledge. For far too long he has harboured feelings for you, a longing he knows he can't act upon.

But when he notices your grades slipping, his concern outweighs his restraint. After class, as the last student drifts out the door, his voice cuts through the silence.

“Stay behind, we need to talk.”

You nod and sit at a chair in front of his desk. “What's wrong?” You ask with that smile you know drives him crazy. “You haven't been keeping up with your grades.” He states bluntly, his dark blue eyes look into yours as he crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair. “I know you're smart, but I can't have you failing my class. Tell me, what's going on?”

You smirk and shrug “I've been… distracted i suppose.” You say in that sultry voice that makes his head spin. He raises an eyebrow. “Distracted huh?” He says with a hint of curiosity. “And what exactly has been keeping you so… distracted?”

You chuckle lowly and lean forward, looking up at him through your eyelashes, a look that enough to make him weak in the knees. “A certain someone is just so distracting… but I promise I won't let it stop me from improving my grades.” His eyes flicker with a mix of curiosity and surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realizes you're talking about him.

He quickly looks down at the desk, trying to compose himself but his blush deepens. “I…I see” He clears his throat again, avoiding eye contact. “Well I'm glad it isn't anything serious but it's affecting your grades and I can't let it slide.” You smirk and lean closer. “Why not? I promise I'll do better.” You say with mock innocence but that smirk is nothing but innocent.

“Because… because it's not fair to the other students. It's my job to hold everyone to the same standard.” He tries to sound authoritative but his voice wavers slightly under your intense gaze.

You chuckle, a low sensual sound. “Okay Mr. Reedus… what would you like me to do to up my grades?” He swallows hard, trying to ignore the shiver that runs down his spine at the sound of your chuckle. He fidgets in his chair, feeling flustered and distracted.

He clears his throat and forces himself to speak professionally, despite all the things he wants you to do to up your grade, running through his mind. “You can start by doing your homework on time and actually participating in class.”

You roll your eyes and fake a yawn. “Boring… how about something…” You trail your fingers up his arm “A little more exciting?” He shivers as you trail your fingers up his arm, his self control wavering dangerously. His blue eyes darken with desire and surprise.

His breath hitches and he has to constantly repeat to himself to stay professional. “Uh… that uh… i-i don't think that's appropriate.” You roll your eyes again “Oh please…” You say as you squeeze his shoulder “Let me make up for my grades.” He lets out a soft gasp as you squeeze his shoulder.

His eyes darken with desire fully, darting around the empty classroom before finally meeting your gaze. He can feel the weight of your seductive charm crumbling his self control, and the sensations your touch is igniting in him is driving him wild.

You run your hand down his chest then back to his shoulder before sitting him down and you stand up. He lets out a shaky breath as you sit him down, feeling powerless under your control and confident seductive touch. His heart is racing, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight. He glances around the room again, aware they could get caught in this compromising position but he's too far gone to care.

You straddle his lap and lean down to whisper “Don't worry, doors are locked.” He shudders as you straddle his lap, your warm breath against his ear sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock, his hands instinctively go to your hips, holding you in place as he struggles to maintain his self control. “Mmm look at you, finally giving in?” You whisper into his ear and bite down on his earlobe.

He lets out a low moan, his eyes fluttering closed. His grip on your hips tighten, his fingers digging into your flesh and he feels his control snapping like a twig, all restraint out the window. “I've seen the way you look at me Norman. The way you double take when I walk in class with my short skirts.” His face flushes with embarrassment as you call him.

He swallows hard, trying to deny the truth but it's written all over his face. “I… i dont” He stammers weakly, his voice cracking as you grind down on his lap. “Shh, don't deny it” You say as you move your hips in slow deliberate circles on his hardness.

He gasps, his hips jerking upwards despite himself as you grind against him.

His eyes roll to the back of his head for a moment, he lets out a low groan, unable to form words. His hands move to grip your ass, pulling you closer against him. You gasp and moan softly which turns into a low seductive chuckle as your hands roam his body. “See? You're giving in… admit it, you want this as much as I do.” His breath hitches at the sound of your chuckle, his resolve completely shattered . Now, he can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate for release as you tease him mercilessly. “I… yes.” He admits in a low shaky whisper, his hips grinding up against your with urgency. You moan again and smirk, grinding down on him faster and harder. You lean in and press kisses to his neck. His eyes flutter shut again and he gasps loudly as you hit a certain sensitive spot that makes him see stars. His hips jerk upwards and his hands tighten on your ass. “Oh god… Oh fuck.” He moans out. You moan in response to his moans and curses and suck harder. He lets out a strangled cry of pleasure, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans as you form a hickey on his neck. “Fuck! God… we have to be quick… the janitor… he comes in ten minutes.” You speak in a mock innocent voice with a smirk “I'll be quick then, but only if you give me better grades… unless you want the janitor to come in and see us like this.” He groans, torn between the temptation of your offer and the guilt. The feeling of your body grinding against his and your mouth is too much to resist. “Yes… I promise, just dont stop.” You smirk and bite down on your neck, lifting your hips as you reach below you two to take his cock out.

He cries in pleasure and pain as you bite down on his neck, his hands gripping your ass tightly to compose himself. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you take his cock out, his cock springing free and leaking precum. “Oh my…” You shake your head with a smirk. “So hard for me already.” You say as you slowly stroke him.

He shudders and moans, his hips jerking up into your hand as you slowly stroke him. His face is flushed and sweaty. “I.. I can't help it. It's all your fault.” You chuckle seductively and lean down to run your tongue slowly over the tip of his cock. “And guess what? I'm not wearing any underwear… just for you.”

His eyes widen in surprise and arousal, his cock twitching violently as you run your tongue over his tip. “Oh f-fuck..” He moans loudly, his hands fisting in your hair as he imagines you with no underwear. “Jesus…” You take his hand and slide it up your skirt “Go ahead, feel.”

He lets out a strangled groan, his fingers shaking with desire as you guide his hand, he feels the slick wetness between his fingers and he moans loudly, his cock throbbing even more. You chuckle seductively and lift your skirt to give him a view. He looks down, his eyes nearly popping out as you lift your skirt up, he lets out a strangled gasp.

“Oh god… Oh my god we can't do this…” He whispers weakly, even though he wants to fuck you right there and then. You chuckle and take your skirt off. He lets out a low moan in response, his head falling back against the chair as you tease him and position yourself right above his cock. His cock twitches in anticipation, leaking precum like a broken faucet.

“God, just ride me already” He groans. You chuckle lowly and then lower yourself on his cock with a low moan. “Fuckkk, you're so big…” He lets out a guttural moan as you sink down onto his cock, your tight wet heat enveloping him like a vice. “Ohhh fuck… Fuck you're so tight.”

You chuckle at his compliment and smirk as you slowly start moving up and down. He lets out a strangled moan and gasp, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. You start unbuttoning your shirt and his eyes lock onto you undoing the buttons. “I..i… fuck im not gonna last, slow down please.” He pleads, his fingers digging into your hips as he fights to hold back his release.

You pick up the pace despite his pleas, wanting to drive him crazy. You shrug the rest of your shirt off revealing your breasts. His eyes nearly pop out of his head as you take the rest of your shirt off, they're bouncing up and down with each movement of your hips, the sight of your naked chest sends him hurtling towards release. “Oh my god.. Fuck… your gonna make me cum so fast, please let me cum.”

You love how desperate he is and you shake your head “Mmm not yet…” You grind your hips with your thrusts so you hit your sweet spot which makes you moan loudly. He lets out a strangled cry of frustration and pleasure as you deny him release, his eyes are fixed on your bouncing breasts and the look of ecstasy as you grind against him.

“Oh god please.. I can't… it's too much… I'm gonna cum.. Please let me cum.. Please please please.” He babbles, his cock twitching violently inside you. “Please your pussy feels t-to good… have mercy on me please let me cum… I'll give you good grades, I'll be your toy to play with whenever you want, just please…” You moan softly at his begging and nod. “Go ahead and cum for me.”

His cock immediately explodes inside you with a loud cry of your name and a shudder. His hands grip your hips so tightly it'll leave bruises. His eyes roll to the back of his head, completely lost in the euphoria of his release. But after a few moments the reality of the situation comes crashing down on him.

He looks up at you with panic and guilt as he realizes what just happened. You chuckle and pull off of him. He looks down at his cum leaking out of your pussy, the sight making him both incredibly turned on and guilty. “Oh god… I'm so sorry… I didn't use a condom..” He stammers, reaching for some tissues on his desk.

You chuckle and shake your head. “I'm on birth control. I may have shitty grades but I'm smarter than that.” He breathes a sigh of relief when you reassure him. You start dressing back up, a smirk plastered on your face as you look into his eyes. He watches in a daze as you dress back up, his cock still twitching despite just cumming inside you.

“I…I can't believe we just did that… in my classroom… in school hours.” He whispers, running a shaky hand through his hair. “I know right? So exciting.” You say with a smirk as you pull your skirt up. He quickly tucks himself back in his pants and starts buttoning his shirt. “I cant believe how stupid i was, i could lose my job..”

You quickly shake your head, your smirk gone replaced by a reassuring look. “I'd never say a thing. I promise.” He looks at you with gratitude and relief. “Thank you… but still… I'm old enough to be your father. What are you? Like twenty one?” You roll your eyes with a smirk “And i like that.” He blushes deeply at your casual admission, his cock giving a twitch in his pants at your words.

“You.. What?” You smirk and nod “Mhm… I like older men, especially as hot as you are.” He shakes his head and blushes. You smirk and bend down to grab your bag, making sure to give him a view. He swallows hard, trying to look away but can't. “Jesus… stop tempting me.” You chuckle. “Never. See you tomorrow Norman.. Oops.. i mean Mr. Reedus.” He groans as you leave the room, your parting words making his cock twitch again.

He swallows hard, trying to ignore the fact he's alone with a raging boner and the scent of your sweet pussy lingering in the room. He watches you walk out, his eyes glued to your perfect ass until you close the door. He groans, slumping into his chair, his mind replaying everything that just happened and he knows nor will he or you two ever go back to normal. Nothing will be the same again.

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deusa-astaroth666 · 3 months ago

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I did a traditional drawing of our desired Countess Phantomhive, Sieglinde Phantomhive Sullivan and her daughter Charlotte Phantomhive. I wanted to make Sullivan completely outside the Victorian beauty standard, I have the impression that Ciel is more attracted to scary girls who deviate from this standard, he doesn't seem to be interested in cute girls who are always crying and pretending to be weak to be saved. Sullivan has dead and scary eyes that make any small child cry, she has big, full lips next to an elongated face, thick, dark eyebrows, she always wears black and green and has a bored smile on her face, she is called of a witch by other children and they say that she can curse you with just one look, stories made by the youngest.

I already made a post talking a little about this universe in which I created her relationship with Ciel, but I said little about Charlotte.

Charlotte has heterochromia and is excluded by other children because of it, but she doesn't care, in her perception everyone is too stupid to have a long conversation, the person she most likes to talk to is Sebastian, she sees him as a false prince charming from children's books, he always says what she wants and needs to hear and they both have the same opinion about people. This is no coincidence, as Sebastian educated her and took advantage of molding her personality so that he would like to communicate with her.

As not everything is rosy, she has a normal obsession with stalking the butler around the mansion, always keeping him in sight, which Sebastian deeply hates as he finds it uncomfortable and this prevents him from using his demonic powers to finish tasks quickly.

Charlotte also lives close to her mother, Sullivan teaches her science and witchcraft during the girl's studies. In relation to Ciel, she feels a little fear and admiration for her father, since he is a very serious and busy man, difficult to impress, which makes her see him as a challenge to overcome.

Info:

Charlotte Phantomhive Sullivan, she is 11 years old, she was born on October 1st, international bat day, her favorite animal, she writes everything in cursive as few people can read texts like that (I was shocked when I discovered that many foreigners don't know it and don't know read words in cursive). She doesn't know it yet, but she is an intersex person (hermaphrodite), which also makes her have a voice and appearance of both genders.

Português:

Fiz um desenho tradicional da nossa desejada Condessa Phantomhive, Sieglinde Phantomhive Sullivan e sua filha Charlotte Phantomhive. Eu quis fazer a Sullivan totalmente fora do padrão de beleza Vitoriano, tenho impressão de que o Ciel se atrai mais por garotas assustadoras que fogem desse padrão, ele não parece ter interesse em garotas fofas que vivem chorando e se fingindo de fracas para serem salvas. Sullivan tem olhos mortos e assustadores que fazem qualquer criança pequena chorar, ela tem lábios grandes e carnudos junto de um rosto alongado, sobrancelhas grossas e escuras, ela sempre usa preto e verde e tem um sorriso pleno de tédio no rosto, a mesma é chamada de bruxa pelas outras crianças e dizem que ela pode te amaldiçoar apenas com um olhar, histórias feitas pelos mais novos.

Já fiz uma postagem falando um pouco desse universo que eu criei a relação dela com o Ciel, mas disse pouco sobre a Charlotte.

A Charlotte possui heterocromia e é excluída por outras crianças devido a isso, mas ela não liga, na percepção dela todos são muito burros para se manter uma longa conversa, a pessoa que ela mais gosta de conversar é o Sebastian, ela o vê como um falso príncipe encantado dos livros infantis, ele sempre fala aquilo que ela quer e precisa ouvir e os dois possuem a mesma opinião sobre as pessoas. Isso não é por acaso, já que o Sebastian a educou e tirou proveito para moldar a personalidade dela para que fosse do agrado dele se comunicar.

Como nem tudo são flores ela tem uma obsseção nem um como normal de stalkear o mordomo pela mansão sempre o mantendo em vista, o que o Sebastian odeia profundamente já que acha desconfortável e isso impede ele de usar os poderes demoníacos para terminar os afazeres rápido.

Charlotte também vive grudada na mãe, Sullivan a ensina ciência e bruxaria durante os estudos da garota. Em relação ao Ciel ela sente um pouco de medo e admiração pelo pai, já que ele é um homem muito sério e ocupado, difícil de se impressionar o que a deixa ver como um desafio a se superar.

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Charlotte Phantomhive Sullivan, ela tem 11 anos, nasceu dia 1 de Outubro dia internacional do morcego o animal favorito dela, ela escreve tudo em letra cursiva já que poucas pessoas conseguem ler textos assim (fiquei chocada quando descobri que muitos gringos não conhecem e não sabem ler palavras em letra cursiva). Ela não sabe ainda, mas é uma pessoa intersexo (hermafrodita) o que também a faz ter uma voz e aparência de ambos os sexos.

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tallsc · 2 years ago

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Hello fellow QSMP Tumblr people, I would like to make a offer and would love to see if this can catch on.

If we're adopting A1, let's go all out. We're taking care of this kid.

At least three times a week, someone on Tumblr, under the "qsmp a1 tasks" tag, should draw or write something about A1 doing at least one of the official tasks for that day or the prior few days (cause I know it takes time to draw or write). It doesn't have to be huge, could be anything from a sketch to a full picture or comic, from a few sentences to a full short story, as long as it appears under the tag and has something to do with A1 and one of the recent tasks! (Please say somewhere what task you're doing and what day it was from.)

A1 doesn't mind what name you use - Ai, Aaron, Ivan, just A1, something else entirely - as long as you still use the right tag so everyone can see that there's been a task completed. They also use any pronouns and have a whole wardrobe of accessories, again as long as it's clear in the art or story that the egg is A1 and not one of the other eggs.

Feel free though to include yourself or your OCs or one of the QSMP members or none or all of them, this is just a series of writing/drawing prompts with a purpose, go wild and have fun!

Due to it being Saturday already, required tasks won't start until this Monday. After that, let's see how long we can keep our community's new kid going!

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If anyone would like to translate this into any of the other three languages, I will gladly add the translations to this post and credit you for doing so. I want to make this visible and accessible to as many people as possible.

Translations below (French by @lb1412, Portuguese by @aurora-bore-aura)

Portuguese:

Oi pessoal do QSMP Tumblr, eu queria fazer uma oferta e eu adoraria ver se isso irá se espalhar mais.

Se a gente tá adotando A1, vamos com tudo. A gente vai cuidar dessa criança.

Três vezes por semana pelo menos, alguém no Tumblr, na tag "qsmp a1 tasks", tem que postar um desenho ou escrever sobre A1 fazendo uma das tarefas oficiais daquele dia ou uns dias antes (porque eu sei que leva tempo pra fazer arte). Não precisa ser muito, pode ser um esboço(sketch) pra um desenho completo ou quadrinho, de algumas frases para uma pequena história completa. Que precisa é ao menos aparecer na tag e ter relação com A1 e as tarefas recentes! (Por favor diga em algum lugar que tarefa se tá fazendo e que dia foi ela)

A1 não tem preferência com o nome ou pronome que você usar — Ai, Aaron, Ivan, só A1, algum outro que se faça — desde que você ainda use a tag dita pra que todo mundo veja que tarefa foi feita. Além de liberdade de pronomes ele tem um armário cheio de acessórios, então por favor deixe claro em algum lugar da sua arte ou história que o ovo é o A1 e não um dos outros.

Sinta-se livre pra incluir você, ou um dos seus personagens, ou um dos membros do QSMP, ou ninguém, ou todo mundo acima. Isso aqui é só uma série de sinopses para desenhar/escrever com um propósito, se solta e se divirta!

Como já é sábado, as tarefas necessárias não vão aparecer até segunda-feira. Depois da revelação, vamos ver por quanto tempo podemos manter a nova criança da comunidade!

French:

Salut les fans du QSMP, j'ai une proposition à vous faire et j'adorerais voir si ça peut devenir concret.

Quitte à adopter A1, sortons le grand jeu. On va s'occuper de cet enfant.

Il faudrait qu'au moins trois fois par semaine, quelqu'un sur Tumblr dessine ou écrive quelque chose où A1 fait au moins l'une des tâches officielles du jour ou de l'un des jours précédents (parce que je sais que dessiner ou écrire, ça prend du temps), et le poste sur le tag "qsmp a1 tasks". Pas besoin de faire quelque chose d'y mettre énormément d'efforts, ça pourrait être n'importe quoi, d'un croquis à une illustration ou BD complète, de quelques phrases à une courte histoire complète, tant que c'est posté dans le tag et que ça a un lien avec A1 et l'une des tâches récentes ! (S'il vous plaît, notez quelque part de quelle tâche vous vous chargez et le jour auquel ça correspond.)

Peu importe quel nom vous utilisez pour A1 (Ai, Aaron, Ivan, juste A1, ou même un tout autre nom), cela ne lea dérange pas tant que vous utilisez le bon tag pour que tout le monde puisse voir qu'une tâche a été accomplie. Iel utilise n'importe quels pronoms et possède toute une galerie d'accessoires, tant, encore une fois, qu'il est clair dans le dessin ou l'histoire qu'il s'agit d'A1 et pas d'un autre œuf.

Sentez-vous libre de vous inclure vous, vos OCs, l'un des membres du QSMP, tous les membres, ou même aucun, ce ne sont qu'une série de prompts de dessin/d'écriture avec un but précis, faites-vous plaisir et amusez-vous bien !

Puisqu'on est déjà samedi, les tâches nécessaires ne compteront pas avant lundi. Après ça, essayons de voir combien de temps la communauté peut maintenir notre nouvel enfant en vie !

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp a1 tasks #qsmp aaron #qsmp ai #art prompt #writing prompt #time to test this social experiment and see how much we've all pack bonded with anything egg-shaped

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eladandan · 2 years ago

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Ni-ki as your Boyfriend

pairing Ni-ki x reader! genre fluff warnings not proofread word count 0.6k

A relationship with Riki feels like dating your best friend. He is so playful around you that unconsciously, he will bring out your inner child. He will make you show the best side of yourself.

He will force you to do TikTok dances with him, and when he comes across a new trend, he will persuade you to do it with him, and after a lot of kisses and praying, you will accept. As the perfectionist dancer Riki is, he will point out that you are doing a step wrong. The good thing is that he will patiently help you master the moves flawlessly. The problem comes when you start recording, and somehow something will go wrong, and I am not talking about the dancing part, but I am talking about falling and injuring a leg or the phone falling and the screen breaking into million pieces.

He playfully pokes your cheeks at unexpected moments throughout the day. He understands that you might find it slightly bothersome, but deep down, he knows you secretly enjoy it. However, if he ever notices someone else, other than him, poking your cheeks, he becomes protective and possessive.

Aggression is his love language (on the good side dw). He will jump and attack you with his love without a second thought, especially if he needs your attention, which is ALWAYS.

Your closet is full of his hoodies and long T-Shirts he has been giving you throughout your relationship. He thinks that is a way to keep a piece of himself within you. The same thing happens the other way around. He steals all of your stuff, sometimes just for the simple pleasure of annoying you. So you know that whenever he comes to your home, he does not leave empty-handed.

He will talk all day about you to his sisters and his mom. You are part of the fam now.

He will randomly spam you with texts and phone calls because he is bored.

He will randomly give you so many kisses and hugs that you almost puke, but it is okay because it is him :)

Daily pecks and hugs are a NECESSITY.

HIS favorite time of the day is when you guys chill and get comfy to watch funny videos on Youtube

He will also send you the most random TikToks throughout the day.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!!"

"PLEASE ANSWER!!!! IF YOU DON'T ANSWER, YOU ARE AN UGLY SNAKE WITH TWO ARMS!!!!"

He has an album on his phone of random and funny pictures of you doing random things. He will 100% use these pictures against you.

He is your biggest hater and biggest defender at the same time ¿?

Your bed is undeniably his most cherished spot on Earth. If he had his way, he would happily remain there all day, only leaving when you insist on going to practice. Whenever he visits you, he spends the whole afternoon in your bed watching series or playing video games with you. He will often say that he loves your bed because of the soft mattress, but in reality, it is because the bed sheets smell just like you, and that brings him that sense of home and comfort that no other place can offer.

He probably has you saved in his phone as “MY ugly little rat” + a funny picture of you

He tends to develop an intense obsession with a particular video game for about a week or so. He insists you download and play the game with him until he falls asleep. He often wins against you, and when he does, he starts jumping and shouting around the place, for later to be chilling on the sofa, saying how he does not overreact to winning because he is a cool guy. Although you mainly end up losing, it's not necessarily because you lack skill, but rather because you willingly let him win. In your eyes, nothing is more beautiful than seeing Riki with a bright smile on his face.

Author's note: This was a request of @czlestiner so hopefully you enjoy it 💗. Take care my loves and do not forget to eat your meals and stay hydrated! Feel free to dm me for any request and comment, like, or repost if you enjoyed it!

-Love, Ela

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