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rae-writes · 1 year ago

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familiars

Mammon, Satan, Asmo || 0.8k wc || crack post [to make up for all the angst recently] ft. menace mc (Tannie's is my favorite bc that's literally me)

Mammon

The second born was on his way to Lucifer’s office again when he saw you plopped on the common room floor

You had tons of materials surrounding you : scissors, needles, thread, fabric, small stickers— even glitter glue!

Mammon didn’t have the time to stop and ask why, he just chalked it up to his little human just doing their weird little human things

After he was dismissed from Lucifer’s office (and after a 3 fucking hour long lecture), he made his way back to the common room, but you were gone

In your place was a yellow sticky note that read “Hey Mammon! Don’t freak out, I just went outside for a bit <3”

And that made him freak out even more

Because it was raining like all fuck out there

So he scrambles to the entrance hall and throws open the front door, ready to yell, when he just stops

You’re crouched down on the steps with an umbrella over you while his crow familiars hop around your feet

They’re all decked out in tiny rain hats, rain coats, and some of his older ones even have small rain boots

Currently, you’re putting a glittery gold lookin set on Mammon’s youngest crow and the demon’s heart swells

The crows notice him fairly quickly and begin to jump around even more, making you look back and beam

“Hi Mamoney! Alright little fella, you’re all good to go now! Go say hi to Mammon!”

He could cry. Literally sob at how fucking cute this is

“Aw, guys! Look at ya!” He pets them over their hats, grinnin’ ear to ear, “Mc. You didn’t tell me you wanted to parent the kids with me.”

You laughed, making him grin even more. “You mentioned them getting cold when they got rained on so I figured I’d help out! Don’t they just look so cute?!”

Mammon’s eyes were practically heart shaped, “y-yeah…”

(he absolutely gets you and him a rain set so you can all go out in them like a big family)

(and yes his brothers made fun of him for it and no he didn’t care— especially not when you slapped them with your wet rain hat)

Satan

You and Satan were out on a simple walk. A relaxing, uneventful walk

That is until you get approached by a fucking unicorn

You don’t know what the hell to do or say- you just kinda stand there staring for a minute while Satan pets his uh…friend. He chuckles at your response, raising an eyebrow when you hold a single finger up

“Someone either slipped me some severe drugs or you’re just a stone cold traitor who did not tell me he was bffs with this gorgeous creature. Both of which I will take offense to.”

“I deeply apologize for my transgressions, my love.”

You glanced at the unicorn with a look of ‘can you fucking believe this guy’ before raising a hand, “May I?”

You received a neigh, to which you leaned in closer and stroked up its nose, where you then received a delighted huff

“I would die for you.”

Satan snorted, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. His laughter only got louder when his familiar looked at him with the equivalent expression of ‘how dare you keep this human from me’

“Yes, yes, I should’ve introduced you two sooner. Are we done pouting now?”

You and the unicorn looked at eachother. Then at Satan. Then back to each other. “No.”

He smiled, still amused, “then how about a ride through town? I’ll walk beside you.”

“Like the peasant you are. Alright- onward, Uni! Let’s go kick a guy in the gut.”

...perhaps Satan had been leaving you alone with Belphie for too long

Asmo

For once (though not for long), the House of Lamentation was peacefully quiet

Most of them were doing their own thing in the common room, existing without a hitch beside each other— a perfect day, in Lucifer’s opinion

“EEEEKKK!”

The sound was extremely high pitched and cracked, but it was written off as ‘just Mammon doing something stupid again’

Yeah…until he walked through the door asking what the hell that noise was. Then they all did a headcount- you were the only one not present

Asmo turned into the world’s biggest track star in that moment and made his way to you first, finding you floating in mid air at the entrance hall

And on the floor was a sleek black scorpion just…sitting there

“Hon…don’t tell me you’re scared of my gorgeous little baby?!”

You stared at him like he was fucking nuts— which you thought so in that moment. “I’m sorry, I was a bit too focused on the stINGER!”

“He doesn’t sting anyone unless I tell him too, Hon, no worries!”

…’no worries’ he says, as if the creepy thing wasn’t among the most dangerous animals to humans. And a human, you were

In fairness, the scorpion was not so horrible looking. It’s tail faded into a hot pink like Azzy’s horns and it’s feet(?) we’re tipped with gold. And it had a faint sparkly coat. Of course.

“Okay…I can deal with this…I guess he is..kind of..pretty..?”

“Indeed he is! I shine him myself! You wanna hold him?”

“No, that’s alrig— STOP BRINGING IT CLOSER!”

#obey me x reader #om x reader #mammon x reader #om mammon #satan x reader #om satan #asmo x reader #om asmodeus

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lesbiankimdahyun · 1 year ago

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Dry Spell

4.0k words

Requested: Yes

CW: GP!Nayeon, GP!Jihyo, breeding kink, sorry i know this is so long for just some smut pls forgive me

[Top!Nayeon x F!Reader x Top!Jihyo]

You awoke early in the morning. The sex dream you’d just had dissipated quickly from your memory as you opened your eyes to check the time.

Six thirty.

You yawned and rolled over, wanting to sleep more, but then realized your body wasn’t going to let you off so easily. You couldn’t even remember what had happened in the sex dream, but now you were wet. Annoyingly wet.

You’d been having frequent sex-related dreams lately, probably due to the dry spell you were going through. Normally you wouldn’t be so bothered by it, but these days you felt very (hot and) bothered thanks to your roommates, Nayeon and Jihyo.

Maybe it was the lack of sex, or maybe they’d always been that attractive, but recently you found yourself sneaking glances at them more and more. It made you feel guilty at first— these were your friends, after all! Who looks at their friends like that?

They weren’t new friends to you, either. Nayeon and Jihyo had known you for a few years now, and you recently all became roommates in addition to friends after signing a lease on a three bedroom apartment a couple months ago. Since moving in, you’d all been spending a lot of time together. They were growing more touchy feely with you, which was nice, but confusing at times.

You’d all cuddle while watching Netflix together, for instance. Jihyo would wrap her arm around you while you held Nayeon. Sometimes, especially if you’d watched a horror movie, Nayeon would crawl into your bed late at night and sleep with you. And recently, Jihyo had started waking you up on weekday mornings. You were not a natural early riser and normally hated getting up early, but you let her, because you knew that when she gently knocked and peeked in your bedroom, what she really wanted was for you to follow her back to her room to snuggle with her in her bed. Sometimes, on the occasional morning when knocking wasn’t enough to wake you, she’d throw a stuffed animal at your bed to get you up, usually her stuffed unicorn. Never at your head, but it always landed on you or next to you– just enough of a disturbance to wake you.

Now it was summer, and all of you frequently slept shirtless but continued to share beds. Nayeon would wrap herself around you, her bare chest pressing right up against your back and her chin on your shoulder. With Jihyo, you’d absentmindedly trace shapes, words and designs into her back when you held her in her bed. Once, when you thought she was sleeping, she repeated back a word you had just written on her bare skin. “Pretty?” she mumbled sleepily. “You think I’m pretty?” Too scared to reply out loud, you wrote ‘yes’ on her naked shoulder to answer her.

Though you were otherwise very close with them, you were too embarrassed to tell them about your sex drought. You tried to behave as normally (sanely, really) as you could. But they’d caught you checking them out a couple times over the last few weeks. Jihyo caught you capital ‘L’ Looking at her backside when she bent down to tie her shoes one afternoon, and Nayeon saw the way your eyes wandered up under her shirt when she reached for a mug on the top shelf in the kitchen. When the two realized you had done it to both of them, they started going out of their way to tease you.

“How do I look?” Jihyo asked you as she got ready for work one morning. “What do you think…” she trailed off, adjusting her button down shirt. “Two buttons undone? Or maybe three?” she seemed to enjoy watching you blush as she made eye contact with you through the full length mirror in her room.

And if it wasn’t Jihyo making you sweat, it was Nayeon. “Do you like this new skirt I just bought?” she had asked you the other day. To say it was short was a vast understatement. It barely covered her. You could hardly breathe as she approached you in it.

“Feel it,” she said, bringing your hand up to the soft black fabric. “Should I keep it?” She turned while your hand was still on the skirt and suddenly you were touching her ass instead of her hip.

“Well?” she’d asked, smirking.

There was constant sexual tension now between the three of you when you were all together. No one acted on it, though. You were too shy, and if you didn’t say anything, they weren’t going to either. But god, you really were starting to suffer, all too aware of the fact that what you wanted most, despite all of your friends’ teasing, tucked away between both Nayeon and Jihyo’s thighs.

Admitting defeat in being able to fall back asleep now that it was nearly seven in the morning, you thought for a moment. It was a weekend, so Jihyo was most likely going to be sleeping in this morning. And if she was sleeping in, that meant maybe now was your chance to relieve yourself.

You listened hard for a few moments, checking to see if either of them were up yet. You didn’t hear anything, but you got up and opened your bedroom door, poking your head out to listen for a little longer.

Satisfied with the early morning silence that met you, you turned back and climbed into bed, not noticing that your door quietly swung back open after you thought you had pushed it closed.

With your hand between your legs, you tried to think of anything and anyone else, but as you started touching yourself, your mind quickly wandered to Nayeon and Jihyo.

Nayeon with her big hands and long fingers. You wanted to feel her fingers inside you, or at least in your mouth.

You let out a soft whine, getting worked up now as your fingers circled your aching clit.

And Jihyo, you could barely look at Jihyo when she wore taut, tight fitting shirts to work out. Having her know you thought she was pretty was one thing, but to have her catch you openly staring at her chest…

“Ah~!” you were closer to your climax than you had thought. You accidentally let out a whimper and cursed, pausing for a moment in case you’d been caught. You only stopped to listen for a second or two though, more interested in getting off than whether or not someone had heard you.

But Jihyo, whose room was next to yours, woke up to the sound of what sounded like a muffled groan. She was confused at first, unable to tell where the sound was coming from or what it was.

She opened her door quietly and listened. The sound had definitely come from your room. At first she thought maybe you were crying, but then she realized the sounds she was hearing weren’t crying whimpers, they were sounds of pleasure. Jihyo was mesmerized as she listened to you for a few moments, then she quietly padded down to Nayeon’s room.

A few minutes later, Jihyo emerged from the bedroom with Nayeon in tow.

“Are you sure you heard what you thought you heard?” Nayeon whispered as they approached your room. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, still a little tired from being woken up early.

“Just listen,” Jihyo whispered back as they approached your room.

But not only did they listen, they watched.

They really hadn’t meant to, but your open door gave them a very, very good view. Nayeon was fully awake now as she took in the sight in front of her: a very naked you with your hand working diligently between your legs, eyes shut and brow knit in concentration.

And that’s when, unbeknownst to you, you really slipped up: you sighed, murmuring their names. Nayeon instantly started to get hard when she heard “Nayeon-ah,” fall from your lips.

Meanwhile, Jihyo blushed, her eyes widening with curiosity. She was about to reach for your door to give you some privacy, but a sudden “please, Hyo…” from you made her stop dead in her tracks. Her own cock twitched with arousal in her boxers.

Nayeon couldn’t stand to just watch anymore. She cleared her throat lightly, making you freeze and open your eyes.

You looked up. To your absolute horror, Nayeon and Jihyo were standing in your doorway. Nayeon smirked; Jihyo looked surprised, but amused.

“Well good morning, Y/N,” Nayeon said, breaking the silence.

You started reaching for a blanket to cover yourself with, but Nayeon quickly stepped inside with Jihyo following. This had to be a dream.

“What’s the blanket for? You want to stop?” the two of them were at the foot of your bed now, Nayeon with a fake pout on her lips. “Didn't it feel good?”

“Those were our names, right?” Jihyo added, feigning innocence. “Is there something you need from us?”

You were frozen. This was not a dream. As you looked back and forth between them, you were grateful they weren’t scarred for life at what they’d walked into, but was this real? More wetness leaked out of you– your body certainly hoped it would be.

“I-” you stammered. “I didn’t mean—”

“I think you did,” Nayeon cut you off, crawling onto your bed. “Go on,” she said, looking pointedly between your legs and then back up at you. “Don’t let us stop you.”

Your hand almost followed her direction, but you hesitated, feeling vulnerable suddenly.

“Aww, are you shy now?” Nayeon asked, with no trace of sympathy in her voice. She took off her shirt, allowing you a good look at not only her chest, but the bulge growing beneath her boxers. “That’s alright, Y/N. I’ll show you if you show me.”

Your eyes widened as she proceeded to pull out her cock. At full mast, her dick was of significant length and veiny like her hands. You were transfixed as you watched Nayeon start to slowly fist her hand over her aching member.

“Ah, ah,” Jihyo’s voice snapped you back to attention. “Show us how wet you are.”

Your face burned at the command, but you nodded. You sat up a bit as you spread your legs the way you had before, hand dipping back down to stroke your soaked clit.

Jihyo’s mouth fell open slightly as she watched you. Unable to refrain from touching herself anymore, Jihyo’s shirt and boxers soon joined Nayeon’s on the floor and she quietly began to stroke her own cock.

“Look at you,” Nayeon cooed as she watched you squirm. Your soaked pussy clenched around nothing. Touching yourself felt good, but you were unwilling to let yourself get off. If this was your chance to feel Nayeon and Jihyo inside you, you were going to take it. Nayeon seemed to read your mind. “I think you deserve more than just your hand to help you, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Need more.”

Nayeon nodded, inching closer. “I think so, too. Turn over for me?”

You found yourself obeying her quickly. As soon as you were on all fours, Nayeon came up behind you. You let out a gasp when you felt her fingers roam lightly over your clit. She teased you for a bit, planting light kisses down your shoulder and back before taking some of your wetness for her cock.

You felt the bed shift and turned to look behind you. Jihyo had positioned herself right behind Nayeon. Her eyes went back and forth from your pussy to Nayeon’s dick, waiting her turn as patiently as she could. You caught her eye and Jihyo smiled slyly back at you. The way she was looking at you made you feel small, but you liked the attention.

There was no going back now. You turned your attention back to Nayeon.

“Nayeon,” you murmured, shamelessly arching your back so she could see how wet and ready your pussy was for her.

“Ready for me?” Nayeon moved closer to you, preparing your cunt as she rubbed the head of her cock along the folds of your entrance. You were about to beg, but then finally she was entering you, making both of you moan.

“God, you’re tight,” Nayeon hissed as she took her time bottoming out in you.

Her cock filled you completely; you could practically feel her in your stomach. This was exactly what you’d been craving for months. Every thought about being self-conscious, what you had to do that week, errands, breakfast plans– every relevant thought had simply left your head. You could only focus on Nayeon’s long cock and the way she felt inside you.

You clenched around Nayeon’s length, making her gasp.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she said through gritted teeth. She grabbed hold of your hips, bringing your ass up a bit higher. Your front end sank down into the bed.

“There you go, baby,” Nayeon said. The pet name made your heart race, you leaned back a bit, pressing yourself against her while she went deeper. “What a view.” The older girl started to slowly pick up her pace. ��You really should masturbate with your door open more often.”

You could only moan desperately in response, too distracted by Nayeon thrusting in and out of you to form a coherent reply.

Noticing the reaction Nayeon’s words got from you, Jihyo spoke up too.

“I bet she wanted us to see her,” she said. “Is that why you left your door open? So we could watch?”

You nearly wailed in response, hands desperately gripping your sheets while Nayeon increased to a relentless pace, pounding into you hard.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Jihyo’s voice continued to torment you. “You look so pretty taking all of that cock, kitten. You’ll have no problem taking me next, will you?”

Hearing Jihyo call you ‘kitten’ was enough to make your eyes roll back for a second or two. You could hardly think, barely managing a weak nod for Jihyo.

“Good girl.” Jihyo’s praise felt just as satisfying as Nayeon having her way with you.

The older girl was getting close to her release. She hadn't expected you to feel this good. She pushed you all the way down into the bed save for your hips, which she held with a deathly strong grip as she mounted you from behind on your bed. Her strokes were deep, fast and consistent.

“Y/N— close,” was all Nayeon could manage to say. The harder she fucked you and the longer she held you down, the deeper you slid into submission. You’d do anything, you realized, to make her cum. And not only did you want to make her cum, you wanted it for yourself.

“N-Nayeon,” your voice was hoarse, muffled against the sheets. “Don’t pull out.”

“Oh fuck,” Nayeon grunted. “You want it that bad, baby? Want me to fill you?”

“Please, please,” you begged, now on the verge of tears from all of the stimulation. “Use me.”

Nayeon cursed when she heard that. It sent her over the edge; her hips slammed into you and then slowly stilled as she came, emptying herself into you greedily.

“Good girl, take it all,” she said, pulling you back and forth over her cock a few times to push her seed in deeper. When she felt she had fucked her load into you thoroughly, she pulled out. Nayeon grabbed your ass, taking time to feel you up before sitting back. As you pushed yourself back up from your mattress, some of her load trickled down your thighs.

“My turn,” Jihyo said, growing impatient. Nayeon moved over, eyeing Jihyo’s cock curiously as she made room for the younger girl.

With Jihyo’s help, you flipped over onto your back. She made her way between your legs, admiring your body for a few moments as you caught your breath. “Jesus,” she said, using two fingers to play with your swollen clit. “You really should have left your door open ages ago.”

With your permission, she plunged two fingers into your core, making you whine. She watched as you desperately tried to grind yourself down onto her fingers.

“Poor thing,” Jihyo teased, “Does your cunt need more cum?” She finally took off her shirt, revealing the rest of her body to you. You couldn’t help but stare up at her.

She huffed softly in amusement. “Like what you see?” Jihyo’s voice was soft but authoritative.

“Yes,” you breathed. Your gaze dropped down to her waist, and then lower. Her throbbing member stood up against her stomach, and you watched as she pumped her length a few times. Her cock wasn’t as long as Nayeon’s but god, it was thick. Her own hand didn’t fully wrap around her dick, and you were suddenly grateful you’d taken Nayeon first.

While Jihyo repositioned herself, brushing the tip of her cock against your clit, you saw Nayeon out of the corner of your eye. She was getting hard again and her hand made its way back to her shaft.

The next thing you knew, Jihyo was letting out a low groan, almost a growl as she slid into you. You nearly cried out from the feeling, the sound getting caught in your throat and replaced with a gasp.

She reached down to play with your clit as she carefully stretched you over her thick cock. You both took your time, with Jihyo and Nayeon both praising you sweetly every time you got another inch of her inside of you.

“Oh my god,” Jihyo could barely contain herself when she was finally all the way in. Your cunt was warm, wet and irresistibly tight around her throbbing cock.

She wanted to give you more time to adjust, but Jihyo’s need overcame her finally. “Can I move?” she asked, and you nodded, reaching to hold onto her forearms.

She started excruciatingly slowly at first, both of you sighing and moaning as her hips began to find a rhythm. Your body rocked in sync with hers, and after a minute, you ground your hips against hers, letting her know she could pick up her pace if she wanted.

With a devious smile on her lips, Jihyo really began to take off then. The sounds of wet skin on skin filled the room as she thrust into you, your headboard gently knocking against the wall.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” Jihyo praised, touching your cheek tenderly.

“Doesn’t her pussy feel good?” Nayeon asked Jihyo, who nodded. “She’s dripping onto her sheets.”

Jihyo leaned over you as she continued to fuck you, pinning you down beneath her. Her short hair tickled your forehead when she looked down at you, that’s how close she was, but what really distracted you was her chest bouncing right in front of your face.

Your mouth watered. You tilted your head slightly to lick one of her small, pink buds.

“Ah–” Jihyo’s eyes were locked on yours, a quick nod letting you know you could continue. Her pace stuttered for a moment shortly after as she watched you take one of her nipples in your mouth.

She threw her head back when you began to swirl your tongue over it, gently licking and biting.

For a moment you thought the roles had switched, but then Jihyo resumed her pace. A particularly hard thrust caused your mouth to pop open and release her, making Nayeon laugh and Jihyo smirk.

“Can’t focus when you’re getting fucked so deep, can you, kitten?” Nayeon’s voice made heat rise to your face. The way she spoke to you made you leak more, your juices coating Jihyo’s cock.

“Look at me, baby,” Jihyo’s command made you tear your eyes away from Nayeon quickly. “Where do you want me to cum?” she asked.

“In me,” you answered immediately. You went to put your hands on Jihyo’s waist to bring her closer, but she stopped you, pinning your wrists down to the bed momentarily.

“Hang on,” Jihyo’s voice was low in your ear, “Can you do something for me first, angel?”

“Yes,” you breathed, wanting nothing more than to please her. She smiled, leaning in to lick your neck. You shivered with pleasure.

“I’ll fill you up just like Nayeon did,” Jihyo said, starting to thrust into you again, “But only if you cum for me first. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

You nodded wordlessly, clenching involuntarily around her dick. It made Jihyo’s breath hitch.

“Nayeon?” Jihyo asked, and suddenly Nayeon was beside her. The older girl’s unattended, hard cock gently knocked against her inner thigh.

You were so distracted by it that you didn’t even notice Nayeon’s hand moving down between your legs at first. Jihyo’s strokes became deeper and slower so you could focus on Nayeon’s fingers as she rubbed and circled your clit, paying extra attention to movements that seemed to help get you close.

“Shit,” you cursed, closing your eyes. “Y-you’re really gonna….” You trailed off. Your breathing became a little shallower as you realized you were close to climaxing. Your body began to tremble a little, your own release about to overtake you.

“Gonna make me– yes, there,” you started to babble as Jihyo’s strokes and Nayeon’s fingers touched you in just the right spots. “R-right there, yes, oh p-please don’t stop, please please d-don’t st–” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, hips bucking as you came on Jihyo’s cock like she asked. Your cunt pulsed from the immense pleasure, slick cum leaking out of you and down her cock.

“God,” Jihyo said, giving you a few seconds to recover. Nayeon took her hand away, making sure you watched as she licked her fingers clean. You wished she would put her fingers in your mouth, but you didn’t have time to ask because a moment later, all you could focus on was Jihyo.

Your cum had made it even easier for her to slide in and out of you, and now she was picking up speed again. Seeking her own pleasure, all you could do was throw your arms around Jihyo’s shoulders, clawing at her back lightly while she fucked you at a surprisingly fast pace.

Your mewls gradually turned to whines and cries the longer and harder she fucked you, real tears running down your cheeks as she continued to use you. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take any more, Jihyo let out a sharp cry and then came, burying her cock deep and spilling her load into you. After you both caught your breath, she thrust slowly a couple more times for good measure, mixing her load with Nayeon’s. She was coated with cum and slick when she pulled out.

You desperately wanted to offer to suck her clean, but you could barely move, your body too ruined from the rounds of sex.

Nayeon, hard again, looked at Jihyo’s wet cock as hungrily as you did for a few moments. No one won the pleasure of cleaning up Jihyo though, because then that reality of what you’d all just done finally hit you.

“We should, you know, probably talk about all of this,” Jihyo said once she’d recovered. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sat back patiently, as if waiting for someone else to start the conversation.

“Yeah…” was all you said, your eyes locked on Nayeon’s stiff cock.

Jihyo looked at you and then at Nayeon, who licked her lips as she finally looked up from staring at Jihyo’s dick. “Hm? What?” she asked.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. “We all fuck one time and now you can’t think of anything else?” she said.

“Oh come on, Hyo,” Nayeon said. “You’re literally getting hard again right now.”

The younger girl blushed. “I am not!” She pursed her lips as she looked down; she lied, she was already at half mast again. “I- fine. Okay maybe, if everyone’s down… one more round and then we talk about this?”

#twice imagines #gp!twice #nayeon x f!reader #jihyo x f!reader #gp!nayeon #gp!jihyo #g!p twice

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thescribblings · 9 months ago

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Long post ahead! I type a lot .^.

Here's a lil something I've spent some time on! I'm definitely nearing my goal of being able to draw comics! .^.

However, keep in mind that I'm very much an amateur artist, so there will be imperfections😅.

Here, I've drawn a lot of new (and scary) poses, expressions, perspectives, and clothes! I never draw clothes! I've also never even tried to draw them in the same clothes from different perspectives like this before. I also mainly draw without references

And i know i know, it's always better with references but i always just get distracted while looking for a good reference and most of the time i give up before i even find one and just draw it without anyways, lol

Rant over now! Promise

Here's a page I've been working on non-stop for literal days. It was a lot of fun! And it helped me try out a new art style :]

Individual pictures and context under the cut! i will be referring to future leo as nardo or leonardo, and present leo as, well, leo!

Here we have the doodle that started it all! I did use a cat as a reference, and i personally found that hilarious

Anyways, leonardo is being held like the cat that he is. Meanwhile, leo is held next to him vibing, not a thought behind those eyes

✨️co-existing✨️(with iced coffee)

They decided to have a day of leo to leo Bonding and got iced coffee for the occasion, probably spending some time clothes shopping and going equally crazy over a random article of clothing with a unicorn on it

This one has a bit more story behind it, they went on a day outing with the fam, nardo had grabbed a map of the city and they decided to stray from the group to explore, and they quickly got lost.

Leonardo helped leo get on his shoulders to see if there were any familiar landmarks around, and while leo enjoyed being roughly 12 feet tall, nardo texted the others asking where they were and looked around the area.

(Shirts lovingly made by mikey)

Entirely lost, leonardo decided to ask a pair of yokai ladies for directions. They turned out to be extremely helpful, one of them pointing out where on the map they were and where the landmark raph had sent them is.

Meanwhile, some backstory here: ever since leonardo had stopped staying in the lair 24/7 and actually started coming with when the others went out, leo had become an expert at keeping flirtatious yokai of all shapes sizes and genders away from his eldest brother

Leo noticed one of the yokai women was trying to make a move on him and stepped between her and nardo, making for a hilarious scene when he told her to stay away from his clearly adult brother

Leonardo is entirely oblivious as to the amount of yokai that find him attractive, which is exactly how leo wants it to be, for some reason

It's even funnier with the fact that leonardo is, in fact, very gay.

They thanked the yokai (leo doing that gesture where you point at your eyes then at the person as an unspoken "i got my eyes on you" behind nardo's back) then stepped away from the crowd and planned when and where everyone would meet up (they quickly decided on a food spot that accommodated everyones needs, and they had often gone there for lunch or early dinner in the past)

While they waited, the two decided to browse some stores, window shop etc.

Leonardo bought himself a backpack and proceeded to purchase knickknacks, snacks, and gifts for the fam, including some that he snuck in there for leo without the teen noticing (he was the greatest ninja the world had ever seen, once, after all)

While nardo walked, leo was chatting away happily on his shoulders, the elders tail wagging along as well, especially when leo told a pun or two, once a leo, always a leo. (Leonardo chipped in with some puns as well)

(leonardo personally believes his tail is pretty damn useless since it's so short. He has stated, "The only thing it's good for is waggin' " in the past. However, the rest of the fam think that's a perfectly adequate reason to have a tail)

They spent the entire day out having fun and walked around with just a handfull of breaks, so i think it's safe to say they'd be pretty drained by the time they got home

On another note, nardo being a war veteran and all that, I'm not 100% sure how that works but i like to imagine he'd get rather overwhelmed by all the crowds, different smells and loud noises (in other words overstimulation) so i think he'd be WAY more drained than everyone else by the end of the day (save for maybe mikey, i bet he'd be pretty drained too)

Either way, nardo basically just flopped onto the nearest plush surface and went out like a light while everyone else went to bed like regular people. This is a common occurrence after long, exhausting days

But sometimes...

Sometimes he dents the floor

(Bonus doodles)

I don't even know why this came to be, but it did

Thank you for reading!

Have nice day

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #art #third season #my art #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt fanart #sffl(wg)#future leo #amateur artist #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo

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ficretus · 2 months ago

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One of the things I like about Cinder's backstory in V8 is how many things it sets up for Knightfall.

First, it's a direct answer to Jaune's question in V5. It ties so well that it even ends with her having smile on her face. They even made the blade Rhodes gave her retroactively match the shape of blade she fought Jaune with.

Second, It adds parallels between them as well as setting future parallels. Cinder is underdog of her backstory, not unlike Jaune in initial story arcs (of course, her abuse is magnitudes worse than Jaune being bullied by Cardin). However, it's also a setup for things that happened in V8 climax. Jaune is forced to kill Penny, not unlike Cinder being forced to kill her stepfamily and Rhodes. As a consequence, Jaune is isolated, just like Cinder.

Third, it opens so many potential allusions. Cinder is no longer just an evil Cinderella, she is Cinderella that was denied her Prince. So where is her Prince? They even gave them dark twist on Prince's and Cinderella's dance at the ball in Volume 5. She also starts making so much sense as Dauphin to Jaune's Joan of Arc (especially considering both were raised in hotel, both were abandoned after murdering someone). Cinder is despondent King waiting for Jaune's Joan of Arc to give her hope. It even adds some unicorn symbolism considering hotel was called Glass Unicorn, and unicorn can only be tamed through falling in love with a Maiden (and Jaune is based on one).

That moment feels like a turning point that re-contextualizes previous scenes. Hopefully it doesn't turn out it was just a sob story meant to give Cinder some cheap pity points.

#jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #cinder fall #rwby cinder fall #knightfall #rwby knightfall #arcfall #cinder as dauphin #jaune as joan of arc

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artwarrioriii · 5 months ago

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My Little Pony: Magic Resistance/Anti-Magic

So I’ve wondered how magic could be combated/defended against in the world of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. There are guards, police and other forms of law enforcement, so they’re definitely needed to help keep the peace. So how do they apprehend unicorns or other magic wielding species that were criminals or threats of some sort? So I tried to recall and look up if there were any examples in the series. And I succeeded in finding a few examples.

The first example I recalled was from season 6, To Where and Back Again. Chrysalis’ throne that disabled all magic except changeling magic. Although this would hinder any soldiers or law enforcement that were non changeling magic wielders. It seems to be unlikely and rarely be used by non changeling.

The next example of magic suppression I could think of was the gate used in the Equestria Games to disable magic to prevent cheating. If there was or is a more portable or otherwise smaller scale version, I imagine it could be more easily used to disable magic wielders.

The next example I could think of were from season 3, where the Crystal Empire returns. Sombra uses his crystal magic to disable Shining Armor’s ability to use magic, and he uses his magic crystals to trap Twilight Sparkle when she was trying to get the Crystal Heart. The crystal cage she was trapped in prevented her from teleporting out.

The next example I could think of was from the My Little Pony Movie. The Storm King’s soldiers used shields, and possibly armor, that could resist and even to an extent, deflect magic. And when Twilight Sparkle was captured, she was put in a cage that prevented her magic from allowing her to escape. I forgot to draw the cage unfortunately. And we also see in the movie, captured ponies with muzzles. And at least one of the captured ponies, in addition to being muzzled, had a device on their horn that likely prevented them from using magic. However this device would probably only work on a strait horn that would fit in it, so it likely wouldn’t work on larger or smaller horns. And especially not curved or branched horns.

So I thought up and drew a cuffing device like a ring or bracelet that could be adjusted to account for horn size and would be unlikely to be hindered by the horn or antler shape. I imagine that the cuffs would be made out of a material the same or similar to what the Storm King’s army’s equipment and likely incorporated something similar to the magic disabling gates used in the Equestria Games. I drew up examples of how the cuffs would be used on different magic wielding species, straight horned unicorns, curved horned unicorns, goats/sheep, kirin, deer, and abada.

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birdyarts · 11 months ago

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Eeee!! I'm so excited to post this! I've had Twi and the rest of the mane 6 done for awhile! Here are the design/hc notes!:

*Most ponies have hair tufts on the tips of their ears and it's always the main (ha) color of their hair.

* Twilight has the element of magic shape in her eyes! It's a result of being a bearer. Extra magic gets added to her already powerful stash. Some of it took form as this shape and it's permanent!

* Twilight has a pretty average body type for a unicorn. There were changes everywhere once she turned into an alicorn! She became a bit stockier with her added strength and power!

* Cutie spots are moles and they appear a few days after getting a cutie mark! They are genetic only in the body part they appear on.

* Cloven hooves are only on royalty and nobility. They are split once someone has come of age. Anyone who has ancestors can be born with them. And they are always colored in the split and the bottom!

All I have to say is, THIS DESIGN IS SO PRETTY!! THE COLORS, ALL THE LITTLE STARS!! Twilight already has the perfect design and I feel like I made it better!! I especially love her eye shape!! The only thing I would change is having her magic aura actually reflect on her dark hair asdhjk

I feel like it wouldn't be THAT glowy to drown out its color asfhj

#mlp #mlp fim #mlp g4 #twilight sparkle #traditional art #shes such a cutie ahhh!!#mlp redesign

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thecreaturecodex · 1 year ago

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Theo Gravois

"Necro" © deviantArt user Asahisuperdry, accessed at his gallery here

[Another in my series of tributes to PCs past, this time moving on to Curse of the Crimson Throne. A game where I got a TPK in the final battle, which had never happened before and never happened again in my long history of running published adventures. Pro tip: do not teleport to the boss room without clearing the rest of the dungeon. Especially when said boss is a bard who can turn you against each other long enough for her minions from the rest of the dungeon to flood into the room. Theo technically survived, albeit dominated, which is part of why I picked him as the PC of choice. Also, as you'll see in the flavor text, Theo went through some shit (and was the first gay character that player made after coming out). So I wanted to finally give him a happy ending.

I ran Crimson Throne the first time around, in D&D 3.5. So mechanically, this version of Theo is quite different than that version. The original Theo was an archivist from Heroes of Horror (the divine class that tended to be most popular at my table), and for most of the game he had the necropolitian template and the Necrotic Cyst line of feats from Libris Mortis. I made him an oracle of Lore because a) he was very bookish and b) the same player played an oracle in both Jade Regent and Shattered Star. The lich oracle curse was used to reflect his time spent undead, and the inflict line of spells, plus various other necromancies, are standing in for the Necrotic Cyst spells.]

Theo Gravois CR 19 CN Humanoid This human has white hair, intense gray eyes and broad features. He wears chain mail and fine robes, and carries a staff, wands, books, and other magical paraphernalia.

Theo Gravois may simultaneously be the luckiest and unluckiest man alive. Theo was always interested in grisly crimes and tragic love stories, but didn’t expect to find himself in one. His fiancé, Ilya Kushnir, was murdered by the crime boss Gaedrin Lamm and fed to his pet alligator. All Theo had to remember his love by was Ilya’s severed hand, still wearing his engagement ring. Although Theo helped bring Lamm to justice, and then was embroiled in the chaos in Korvosa following the death of its king, he still dwelled on the injustice. Eventually, as his own body was wracked by tuberculosis and the city around him was gripped in the blood veil epidemic, Theo transformed himself into an undead creature in an attempt to cut off his grief and all emotions. The culmination of this ritual involved wrapping his love’s severed hand around his heart.

And then Ilya came back to life.

After months of adventures and just before fighting Queen Ileosa the Thrice-Damned herself, Theo and his colleagues were gifted with a Harrow Deck of Many Things. Theo drew the Unicorn, allowing him to undo any event in his past. Of course, he made it so Ilya never confronted Gaedren Lamm, which rippled through reality. Theo had a loving, living fiancé, so of course he never would have made himself undead. Just in time to fight Ileosa and lose. Because now that he was alive, he was vulnerable to her mind-altering magic.

Theo was the only survivor of the fight against Ileosa, and she kept him as a dominated pet until she could complete the ritual to grant herself divinity. The ritual failed by inches, as Theo had used stone shape spells to reshape half of the statues intended to focus the ritual into images of Blackjack, a Korvosan folk hero (the mantle of whom had been taken by no fewer than two of Theo’s close friends). Both Ileosa and Blackjack were transformed into powerful outsiders, Ileosa a devil, Blackjack an azata. And Ileosa, enraged, tortured Theo to death and left his body to rot in the dungeons beneath Castle Korvosa.

And then Ilya had him brought back to life.

Queen Croft of New Korvosa offered Theo his pick of any role in her city he wanted, but Theo refused—Theo distrusted authority before his many woeful experiences, and he is understandably somewhat paranoid about queens. Theo and Ilya now live on a small island in the Ironbound Archipelago, being perfectly happy to be alone together. Theo spends most of his days reading, sculpting, and playing games with his husband. It would take world-shaking events to bring Theo out of retirement. But if there’s one thing Golarion is known for, it’s world-shaking events.

Theo Gravois CR 19 XP 204,800 CN Medium humanoid (human) Init +7; Senses Perception +3 Defense AC 32, touch 21, flat-footed 26 (+6 Cha, +3 deflection, +9 armor, +2 natural, +2 luck) hp 222 (19d8+133) Fort +17, Ref +15, Will +20 Immune death effects; Resist cold 10, positive energy 10 Defensive Abilities negative energy affinity Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee +2 quarterstaff +19/+14/+9 (1d6+6) Special Attacks arcane archivist (2/day),brain drain (DC 29, 19d4 damage, 10 rounds, 4/day) Spells CL 19th, concentration +29 (+33 casting defensively) 9th (5/day)—mass heal (DC 29), time stop, winds of vengeance (DC 29) 8th (7/day)—discern location, mass inflict critical wounds (DC 30), moment of prescience, orb of the void (DC 30), stormbolts (DC 28) 7th (7/day)—destruction (DC 29), ethereal jaunt, greater scrying (DC 27), mass cure serious wounds (DC 27), mass inflict serious wounds (DC 29), vision 6th (8/day)—harm (DC 28), heal (DC 26), mass inflict moderate wounds (DC 28), mass owl’s wisdom, wind walk 5th (8/day)—contact other plane, mass ghostbane dirge (DC 25), mass inflict light wounds (DC 27), planeslayer’s call, slay living (DC 27), true seeing, undead anatomy II 4th (8/day)—aura of doom (DC 26), dismissal (DC 24), divine power, freedom of movement, inflict critical wounds (DC 26), legend lore 3rd (8/day, 1 used)—cure serious wounds (DC 23), inflict serious wounds (DC 25), locate object, magic vestment, remove disease, stone shape, undead anatomy I 2nd (9/day)—align weapon, command undead (DC 24), inflict moderate wounds (DC 24), lesser restoration, remove paralysis, resist energy, spiritual weapon, tongues 1st (9/day)—bless, cure light wounds (DC 21), doom (DC 23), identify, inflict light wounds (DC 23), hide from undead, shield of faith 0th—bleed (DC 22), create water, detect magic, detect poison, guidance, light, read magic, resistance, stabilize Statistics Str 16, Dex 16, Con 20, Int 27, Wis 16, Cha 30 Base Atk +14; CMB +17; CMD 33 Feats Abundant Revelations (arcane archivist), Combat Casting, Greater Spell Focus (necromancy), Improved Initiative, Lunging Spell Touch, Oracular Intuition, Quick Draw, Scribe Scroll, Spell Focus (necromancy), Spell Penetration, Toughness Skills Acrobatics +22, Appraise +15, Craft (sculpture) +16, Diplomacy +20, Escape Artist +22, Fly +22, Heal +14, Intimidate +20, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, local, nature, planes, religion) +30, Knowledge (engineering, geography, history, nobility) +20, Linguistics +15, Sense Motive +20, Spellcraft +30, Use Magic Device +25 SQ legendary, oracle curse (lich), revelations (arcane archivist, brain drain, mental acuity, sidestep secret, spontaneous symbology, think on it) Languages Abyssal,Aklo, Boggard, Celestial,Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Goblin, Infernal, Necril, Shoanti, Sylvan, Undercommon, Varisian Gear tome of leadership and influence +4 (expended), manual of bodily health +2 (expended), belt of physical perfection +4, headband of mental superiority +6 (Acrobatics, Escape Artist, Fly), +1 deathless cold resistance mithril chain shirt, staff of the hierophant, rod of quicken spell, ring of sustenance, ring of protection +3, mnemonic vestment, cloak of resistance +4, amulet of natural armor +2, handy haversack, wand of cure moderate wounds (20 charges), wand of spectral hand (30 charges), scroll of greater spell immunity, scroll of resurrection, scroll of greater restoration, scroll of heroes’ feast, guardian grimoire, (no preparation ritual), 13,000 gp worth of gem dust for material components, silver engagement ring worth 25 gp, 2 eye ointment material components for true seeing, 7 pp, 5 gp Special Abilities Legendary (Ex) Theo’s statistics are built on 25 point buy, and he has the gear of a PC of his class level. These advantages increase his CR by +1.

#theo gravois #npc #monster girl summer #he was a monster; it counts #curse of the crimson throne #pathfinder 1e #D&D #oracle #necromancer

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amingethia · 10 months ago

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@meepmoopmaap so I tried all three picrews.

This one is Dewdrop, she’s in my first mlp fanfiction (Find Your Spark) and first let me tell you I really tried to find a combo of outfit pieces that all were A) the same or a similar shade of blue and B) combined together to look like her blanket. Alas.

Anyway I’m still figuring out her entire lore but for now it’s what’s in the story. She’s the youngest princess of the neighbouring kingdom to Equestria called Kiang (also jumped through HOOPS to find a horse-related name to call this kingdom) despite being an Earth Pony, because in Kiang you have to earn wings and unicorn horns through acts of service, especially if you want to be an Alicorn, which, you cannot rule a piece of Kiang unless you are an Alicorn because that’s the ultimate symbol of royalty, (a lot like Equestria). Also there’s Earth Pony magic and yes I ripped that straight from the newest generation, fucking bite me.

The other two picrews looked like younger ponies than adult ponies to me so this is Flickerspell, and she’s going to show up in my second Mlp fanfiction (Little Teenage Ninja Ponies, yes it is a TMNT crossover, fucking bite me). She’s basically my OC Ming if she were a pony. She was born an Alicorn. (which, btw, just found out apparently in the regular mlp friendship lore, Doesn’t happen. Like, Flurry Heart was an EXCEPTION, which makes me sad that we never saw her grow up because honestly she probably should’ve been the star of her own MLP generation. Honestly, they should have made one between Friendship is Magic and Make Your Mark focused around the only Alicorn BORN an Alicorn in all of Equestria. I need that show)

Anyway, rant over, I digress, Flickerspell was born an Alicorn and abandoned in the forest of Bridlewoods and then Splinter found her and the turtles’ ponysonas and Splinter raise her. I was going to make them all move to Ponyville and Flickerspell be friends with the Cutie Mark Crusaders (Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scoot-a-loo) and have a whole chapter arc around the episode they got their cutie marks and she wasn’t there and now she’s the only pony her age without one yet. But I’m kind of torn because I also really do want a focus on Flurry Heart because if both of them are the only two ponies BORN Alicorn, they could be special together and we can still have the whole “my best friend(s) got their cutie mark before me/without me, and theirs are awesome and mine is going to be lame if I ever get it at all” arc.

Im not sure. If Flickerspell goes with the Crusaders I may end up writing aNOTHER mlp story about Flurry Heart because I honestly need that.

I don’t know who this is. I wanted it to be Flickerspell because the hair shape matches better than the other one but this picrew didn’t have any streaks options (and she has green streaks in her blue hair) also this one’s hair looks more purple than blue. We could say this is Dewdrop after she gets her wings and horn (because as much as I live for the angst of inferiority complexes, Dew WILL get a happy ending, I need that in my Mlp fanfics) but the picrew looks too much like a young pony and Dewdrop is about Twilight and gang’s age during her story.

Since she’s kind of a mix of the two, I’m going to call her Sea Holly (one of the MANY names I went through when trying to come up with Flickerspell’s). The other two don’t have special abilities yet (Dewdrop’s is a surpriiiiiiise) so Sea Holly’s special ability is going to be that she can control and speak to all the sea creatures and control all the oceans and rivers and bodies of water (she’s an Alicorn, after all) and her cutie mark is a water drop with a sea creature within (a turtle? A dolphin? A fish or a shark? Can’t decide)

IDK maybe Sea Holly can show up in one of the MLP stories one day or be Flickerspell and Flurry Heart’s third friend. Who knows? Not me.

I am however going to save her lore in my notes because I came up with this one the spot and I love it.

#Mlp #mlp fim #my ocs my beloved

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 1 year ago

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What is Tea but Love in A Cup? Hope.

Pretty sure it's midnight now...Happy birthday, @darcyfangirlsfrequently ! Here is your present. Fluffy angsty not smutty Garvez. wc: 2,623 ao3

Every day Luke brings Penelope tea. It’s something he started doing regularly since her return...something he started doing since that day.

Privately, it’s the best part of his day, those few minutes they spend just the two of them.

Sometimes it’s in a thermos from home like that first time, sometimes it’s in one of her favorite mugs from the collection that’s slowly been accumulating in the cupboards again and made in-office, but regardless of where it steeps, by 10:30am he always makes sure there’s hot tea in her hands.

These past few years of remoteness and restriction, forced solitude, had worked slowly to expose deep in himself what he valued, what he needed, and what he wasn’t willing to give up so easily on any longer, so no matter what he’s doing, by 10:20 Luke excuses himself and makes his way to her.

She didn’t like to work in her cave anymore he’d noticed. She worked in there as little as possible these days, preferring the bright natural lighting of one of the spare offices near Rossi and Prentiss to the dark, isolated space that was her high-tech hollow. He wasn’t sure what it was; if the place held too many lifetimes she’d shed when she left, or if it was haunted by memories she’d rather not be reminded of, if she just missed everyone and wanted to be closer, or if she felt more safe, secure, tucked between two agents. Maybe it was all of those things, maybe it was none of them. Maybe she just didn’t like the space anymore (despite the cleansing), but whatever it had been she didn’t feel the need to elaborate, and no one asked.

Carrying “Nancy” a large porcelain mug in the shape of a magenta unicorn leaping out of a curling white cloud (tail making up the handle, naturally), Luke climbed the stairs to the catwalk across the office. Giving a brief knock he sang out her name in greeting, “Pen-nell-O-pea” and peered into the room only to find it empty of both Penelope, and any sign she’d been there.

Perplexed, he backed out. He knew she was here today, he remembered the new shoes she was wearing vividly, exceptionally short dress paired with the especially steep arch adding that much more draw and definition to her already arrestingly shapely spade calves…not that he was looking at her legs.

They were the oddest translucent cranberry platform heels he’d ever seen. Constructed entirely of plastic cut-out hearts, they looked like gummy candy, but they obviously had to of been made from something more substantial...even if they did appear to be particularly tempting and sexy edible playthings rather than actual footwear. They were also hands down the most garish shoes he’d ever seen, and having grown up in 70s-90s Brooklyn, that was saying a lot. But they completed her outfit; big red felt heart earrings, sky blue a-line mini dress with sprinkles of large cupids and arrows all over it, those shoes, and a matching ruby cardigan delicately keeping her within dress code. Delicately keeping her on the verge of his mind.

Luke decided if she wasn’t here, he’d track her down.

His skill as a hunter was sorely underutilized in this particular search however as she happened to be in the second place he went looking, the second most obvious place as he passed back through the Penelope-less bullpen and the Garcia-barren halls to her tech office. This time, there was no knock preceding his entrance, instead, he started with concern, a soft “Hey, you okay?” brokering his arrival. She hadn’t been in here in weeks, but now suddenly, she was back.

The doors were open, he could see her sitting on the low plush settee, computer in lap, fingers tirelessly tapping. She didn’t look up, but chirped back, “Agent Alvez, welcome back to my currently lesser used, but none-the-less beloved temple of knowledge.” With some finalizing clicks, Penelope moved the laptop to the cushion on her opposite side and canted her head, indicating she was waiting for him to join her.

Luke entered taking the seat next to her, his right arm wrapping around her shoulders, his left crossing his body to place the cup in her waiting hands. Penelope, familiar to the routine now, was already pillowing her head to his chest as he pulled her in further, kissing her forehead and running his hand up and down her cardigan clad arm.

“There a reason you’re working in here today…or maybe one for why you haven’t been?” He had long ago let her know he would gladly be the person she came to if things were wrong, and for a brief time, she confided in him, let him be that person for her…but since her return it had been a bit off…he still was that person, but she always qualified it now with some cutting list of who didn’t have time for her, or why she couldn’t go to anyone else.

Excuses, he told himself.

Penelope didn’t respond, opting instead to relax the full weight of her head on his shoulder, to feel his support. The cup balanced on her thighs, hands framing the heat radiating from it. There’s no one else she’d rather be there right now.

She wasn’t thinking about his question, just him being there, him having been there, his unwavering consistency, their everyday little break and check-in, how lucky they’ve been that the team hasn’t been called away, how lonely it will be when they are… how she won’t have this when he is. She has to admit to herself that it’s been nice having someone else care for her. Silently, selflessly, comforting and caring. She’d missed that part of working with family. SOAR were more like her children, they were all so young, she was sheltering them , it’s why she started it in the first place. But the BAU those were her people, she grew up with them in a sense, the bond created there something unto itself, something untouchable, irreplaceable. They all looked out for each other, would do anything to protect each other... had done anything to protect each other... including Luke.

Lifting the cup to her lips, the spicy chai scented steam tickles her nose and she inhales deeper letting the cardamom and ginger mix with the briny astringent smell of his aftershave before taking a sip, pooling the hot liquid in a bowl on her tongue, swallowing, then sighing, and sinking into the ocean of him, “I love you.”

The stroke of Luke’s fingers stop.

Penelope’s eyes pop open at the admission.

SHIT.

Shit.

“This. I love this. The tea. Thank you. It is just. WhAT I needed.” She quickly stilts, sitting up and pulling away from his embrace, his fingers falling to release her like so many falling petals.

Fuck.

She won’t look at him, eyes cast to the floor, her tea, the screens. How could she- did she just really?

She loved him, she knew, had known since the dinner, or thought she could anyway. But she also knew he didn’t feel that way about her! It’s why she called it mid-meal! All that dining and wine-ing leading to other surely wonderful treacherous activities, only for her to get more attached and then him to gently, ease away? No, it was better to break it off right then, that way she wouldn’t get attached. The time apart from the team had been majorly helpful in easing those feelings, or so she thought. And this, she thought she had a handle on it, that things had gone back to being platonic. Or as platonic as they had ever been. These were just little visits between teammates, Luke noticing her daily work-from-home tea ritual helped center and relax her, helped her be more productive…

But she just said it.

TO HIM

And damn how true it was when she said it.How right it felt rolling off her tongue and curving past her lips, how good it felt to say it out loud escaping with the steam from her cup.

Except now. Now it did not feel so good. Now it was out there floating around oppressively. And this, this stupid fucking outfit. Oh my god. He was going to think she’d done it on purpose, a grandiose planned declaration with cupids and hearts and everything!

Penelope walked to her desk, placing Nancy down, worrying her lip, still refusing to look at him. She wasn’t dumb, she felt his reaction, his shock, the physical stall of his body on hers. And Fluff, she could only guess what his mind was doing in response. He must feel like fleeing. She’d made a mess of things, so uncomfortable…Now he’d feel the need to let her down easy, to tell her he loved her too, just not in that way, that he cared for her, but maybe they should cool it with the tea-times for a bit.

But she’d covered, maybe he’d hang on to that, let it dissolve between them, waft into the vents or get swept up in a dustpan like so much other dirt.

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She loved him? She loved him? She loved him. Could she really? The words had felt loving when he heard them, but her teasing and looks had felt that way too until they didn’t, until it came time for them to be honest.

His fingers faltered, mind sputtering blank. He loved her, had loved her, for so long from so many different distances, so many different places. He loved her so deeply he was willing to be what she needed when she needed it, putting his desire for reciprocation aside to be with her in any capacity she’d allow, knowing he was doing it all despite her not loving him, even when it hurt that she wouldn’t see how he feels and wont feel the same. But this, was she finally maybe, opening up to the possibility? Did she love him? Actually? Romantically? Not in the way she says it to JJ and Morgan and Prentiss and hell…everyone but him.

Risking. It was a great risk to do what he felt was the only option for clarification, but one everything about this told him wasn’t so risky at all. He was glad to be a profiler at this exact moment and that he’d had all that practice reading Penelope Garcia specifically for so long.

Luke stood, taking the two strides it took to get to her with more eagerness than may have been appropriate.

And, oh look, right on cue here he is to deliver that crushing blow. “Ohh, the time!” Penelope said looking at her bare wrist, “You know I have to go- JJ- Emily-“ She faltered, still unwilling meet his gaze, turning to walk past him, make her way back to her abandoned laptop. Save herself, save face…cry out in her embarrassment the bathroom.

Luke stopped her, hands clasping firmly around her elbows, large heavy stance keeping them both in place. Her face was cast down and god how he hated it, hated not seeing the candy of her eyes shining back at his.

She was quiet, not saying a word, they both were for a minute. Then, gathering the rest of his courage, Luke requested soft and deep, slowly so that she’d hear every intention in his words, “Penelope Grace Garcia, I need you to look at me.” As he did, he move a hand from elbow to chin, “Right now, Chica.” and god, if he’d imagined the shiver of her body at his touch...

Tentatively her eyes met his, looking guilty, sad, his soberly hopeful, needing to know, “Do you mean it? How long?”

Penelope jerked her head to the side, face falling and hands pushing away, “Alvez, let me go-“

But he wouldn’t, couldn’t, not when there was this crack in the wall, not now when she’d let this shimmer of truth slip. Breaking in a rush, he cut her off “-It’s been years. For me. Penelope Garcia, I’ve spent a lifetime loving you. Longer than lock-down, longer than I should have. If it were possible, I’d say longer than I’ve known you. But it’s not, it just feels like an eternity because I love you, and I have loved you and I think you love me too. God, I hope-” But he finds the rest of his thought turning to muffled noise as soft lips press to his and fingers curl against him, nails grazing his biceps as she pulls herself closer.

His arms fold around her back and low on her waist, body rocking at the propulsion of her movement. She’s sweet and spicy, vanilla and chai, soft and silky and plush and warm and he’s walking her back and she’s following his lead and he should stop he should they’re at work, anyone could walk in at any time, this wasn’t entirely allowed, they work on a team together, Emily would kill them, which is honestly the least bad thing that could happen if they were found at this moment, but he can’t now that they’re here, he doesn’t want to now that they’re here. His heart is pounding and the blood is rushing through his ears, she hasn’t broken their kiss yet and his hand is drifting lower, gripping and pulling her closer but it only reminds him how short todays dress really is when fingertips brush along the meeting of ass and thigh and Penelope lets out a squeak of surprise that morphs into an “oof!” as they get resistance hitting the wall.

Her hands let go moving to spread on his chest, when she opens her eyes he’s looking down at her, wrecked, acquisitive, wild, and short of breath. Luke takes a step back, recovering space between them, pulling the hem of her skirt down in the process. Penelope slumps back against the wall, knees suddenly uncooperative. “So you love me huh?”

Sucking in his lower lip, he eyes her playfully, and all Penelope can think is how nice that lip felt on hers, how she wants it back on hers, latching down her throat, wandering over her chest, down, down, down…her vision shifts.

“I dunno, you still think you can’t talk to me without taking shots?”

Her eyes snap back to his, the pang of regret hitting when she sees the wound behind the joke.

“It was never like that…even when I tried to pretend it was. I’m sorry.”

Luke only nods, “I do love you. I’m not sorry.”

He was teasing, mostly, he was willing to let it go, had let what should have been much worse go, because as Pope said, hope springs eternal…and after that night, after the wake, she seemed to look at him differently, things had been different.

Penelope’s hands dropped, her gaze going with them, finding it easier to communicate at this turning point when she wasn’t looking directly at the target of her hurt, focusing on her cuticles instead, “So where do we go from here?”

Scooping up the abandoned mug of tea and taking a hand in his, Luke pulled her back to the settee, “I think tonight, I take you home. We’ll order takeout from La Cubana, and we’ll have a do-over. But right now, I think we have tea and relax, and then in a few minutes we get back to finding killers, like normal.”

Sitting with his arm once again around her, Penelope looks up at Luke, unimpressed, a little horrified, “Our normal’s kinda gross.”

A twitch of amusement crosses his face, cheek dimpling with the smirk that forms, “Yeah, but it’s better when there’s hope.”

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“Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come."

-Alexander Pope

-A Darcy fic check list- ✓ Fluffy cuddles ✓ Forehead kiss ✓ Over the top profession of love from one Luke Alvez ✓ Full name ✓ Singsong name ✓ Emotional check in 𐄂 Platonic Morvez, Garvez + Morgan

#He's specific about dinner because Bacchicly hates that Luke is so vague with Lisa #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #fanfiction #fics ending in quotes #fluff #angst #ao3 fan fiction #No Morgan :/ sorry #Couldn't fit him in because I liked it ending there #but you can pretend Morgan walks in on them before the tea time is over because Goldstar?#takes one look at them say “Nice” and walks out.

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blathairgid · 2 years ago

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Blood Origin thoughts. Spoilers ahead.

Honestly, it's shit.

The thing that I hated the most is how it looked. In books we have descriptions how elven cities were beautiful, delicate, breathtaking. Here... I was kinda expecting Deanerys to fly on a dragon there. It's too simple. Too ugly. Too human. And speaking about humans. Here we have elves that act just like humans. Just with different ear shape. In books the elves are different. Here's a part about elves from humans perspective when they first arrived on a continent.

Secon thing is that they're basing whole franchise on polish book by polish author. Use our culture for gods sake! And I'm not talking about races. I really don't care what skin colors they have. But they did the most americanized version of a continent they could. Would it hurt to put a four-head god's statue somewhere? Would it hurt for some of them to wear krajka as a belt? In Poland is a castle called Krzyżtopór. In the times of it's glory the celling of one of the rooms were made of aquarium. With water and fishes. Why couldn't they use is? I mean I know why. Because they would have to actualluy care.

In games, especially Witcher 3 you can see that the world is a fantasy one. But at the same time it looks like what we know. The villages, the forsts - it's so Polish. So familiar. So ours. The Novigrad - they made port looks like one from Gdańsk. And it means so much. For forgein players it's nothing. But for Polish ones it's such a great thing. That we finally have that huge franchise and it's ours.

The creators told that they wanted to create this series because Sapkowski didn't write about the history of Continent. How american of you. But they also fucked up so much because the first witchers were created by human mag Alzur. First he tried on a men. The children. And he succesed on children. Also the elves that lived on the continent knew how to travel between the worlds. They learned it from Unicorns.

And speaking od caracters. Avalac'h WHAT THEY DID TO YOU?! Also Eredin being the first openly gay character in netflix series. Eredin. The leader of a Wild Hunt. The main antagonist of a Witcher 3 game. Great job you guys.

Like honestly the only thing they took from Poland is how much characters are swearing. Exept from the part that eleves were not vulgar.

And about good things - the whole 3 minutes with Joey were good. They should put way more Jaskier there. But Scoia'tel helping him is FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Francesca Mills as Meldof was great.

Sorry for a bit of a chaotic post but I've just watched it and fuck, they butchere the source material so much.

#blood origin #the witcher #witcher #the witcher netflix #wiedźmin #jaskier #sorry but this show is bullshit

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broomballkraken · 8 months ago

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Title: Make a Wish, Take a Chance

Fandom: Unicorn Overlord

Pairing(s): Auch/Rolf

Word count: 3369

Warnings: None

Summary: In the realm of angels, Rolf is contemplating his overwhelming feelings for their resident prickly sorcerer. Auch shows up at his campfire, which ultimately leads to them stargazing on the Valleyshallow Bridge.

As they both make wishes upon a shooting star, Rolf has no idea that his one and only wish was about to come true…

It was the dead of night in the realm of angels, and most of the Liberation Army were tucked away in their tents after a decisive victory, in which they wrested the town of Burbury and the Valleyshallow Bridge from Zenoira’s clutches. One lonely campfire provided the only light from the ground, while the rest of the area was illuminated by the moon and the countless stars shimmering in the sky.

Rolf let out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, his auburn eyes locked upon the flickering flames of the campfire before him. Sleep was eluding him, and he would have liked to blame it on leftover adrenaline from the battle. However, that was far from the truth, for there was one thing and one thing alone keeping him up this night:

Auch. Or, more specifically, the fact that Rolf had fallen in love with him.

After tossing another log onto the fire, Rolf sat back, letting out a frustrated grunt and crossing his arms over his chest. Ever since the night after the chicken shape-shifting incident, Rolf had been trying in vain to fight these affectionate feelings off, but to no avail.

At first, he had tried to brush them off as a fluke, but as he spent more time with Auch, Rolf had come to look forward to - and even seek out at times - the prickly sorcerer’s company. That feeling had increased tenfold when Auch began to change for the better, in Rolf’s opinion.

Rolf had always admired how easily magic seemed to come to Auch, but the latter managed to find fault in most everything that he did, and that pissed Rolf off to no end. Auch was damn brilliant, and as Rolf started to help him peel away the layers of self-doubt and rudeness, he saw that underneath it all was a compassionate, ambitious man who cared deeply for those under his command, especially for his fellow sorcerers who looked up to him. It had been an amazing transformation to witness, and the more Rolf thought about it, the less surprised he became about falling in love with him.

Narrowing his eyes, Rolf poked at a log, causing it to topple over and send sparks flying around him. His gaze followed the ones that got caught floating upwards with the smoke, until he was staring straight up at the ethereal night sky. Even though he had come to terms with his feelings, Rolf had doubts about making them known to Auch, mostly due to the fact that he had no idea how he felt about him in return.

Rolf knew that Auch did enjoy his company at the very least, as he often came to him when he wanted to rant about something. The playful jabs they took at each other seemed to lift Auch’s spirits considerably, and Rolf felt much the same. Most of the other Liberation members were put off by Auch’s endless rambling, but Rolf listened to every single word that he said without complaint, even if he didn’t possess the knowledge to offer up any constructive opinions of his own.

Worried that Auch found their conversations boring because of that, Rolf had brought it up the day before, during a chess match after their preparations for today’s battle had concluded. Much to Rolf’s relief, Auch brushed off his concerns, and actually expressed gratitude that he actually listened to what he had to say without complaint. Hearing that made Rolf happier than Auch would ever know, and that was almost as satisfying as winning their chess match had been.

The battle today had been rough, and even though neither he nor Auch sustained any grievous injuries, Rolf was reminded yet again how easily either of them could wind up dead. Because of that, he knew that he shouldn’t keep his feelings for Auch to himself. Nonetheless, Rolf was still held back by the uncertainty of Auch’s feelings for him, and the fear of wrecking their friendship if he did not feel the same way…

“Ah, Rolf. I see sleep eludes you as well.”

Rolf jerked his head up, startled by the sudden break in the silence of the night, and his heart leapt into his throat when he saw Auch standing across the campfire. He was given pause at how the reflection of the flames danced within his beautiful hazel eyes, and Rolf’s nose scrunched up as a pit of longing formed deep within his gut.

“...Rolf?”

“Er, sorry, what?”

Auch sighed and let out a huff, tapping the end of his staff on the ground with his impatience. “I asked you why you’re having trouble sleeping.”

“Ah, right…” Rolf swallowed thickly and rubbed at the back of his neck. “It’s just…I’m still a bit worked up after the battle. That’s it.” He wanted to tell Auch the real reason, that he was kept awake by his overwhelming feelings for him, but that gnawing fear of rejection swelled within Rolf’s chest and forced him to hold his tongue.

Auch gave him a slight nod and turned his head to the side. “I see. It is…the same for me.” Rolf raised an eyebrow as Auch’s eyes darted around, never meeting his, which was a bit suspicious.

“A-Anyway,” Auch continued, and his eyes finally drifted up to lock with Rolf’s, “I’ve heard whispers around camp that the best view of the stars can be seen from the Valleyshallow Bridge, and since neither of us can sleep…would you like to go stargazing with me?”

Rolf blinked at Auch, and he was glad that his face was most likely already red from being so close to the campfire, because he felt like he was blushing like a madman. Biting his cheek, he steadied his breathing to try and calm his rapidly beating heart, before giving Auch a slight nod.

“Yeah, sure. I’d…love to.”

“R-Really?”

Rolf smiled when Auch sputtered and his face flushed a deep red; Father above, his animated reactions were so endearing. Auch shook his head before clearing his throat, and Rolf quickly put out the campfire. They were enveloped in darkness for only a moment, until Auch muttered a spell that caused the head of his staff to give off a bright, steady glow.

“That’s a nifty spell.”

“Yes, well, it was certainly helpful when I was stuck researching those dark and dank ruins for Zenoira…” Auch mumbled, and Rolf’s chuckling was cut off when Auch thrust his hand at him. Rolf blinked a few times in response, and Auch huffed as he waved his hand about.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take my hand, Rolf.”

“Huh?” Rolf’s jaw went slack as he continued to stare dumbly at Auch’s hand, and the sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes.

“While my staff gives off sufficient light to guide our way, it does not stave off the darkness entirely. I…do not want you to trip over something and fall on my account.”

Auch pursed his lips as he averted his gaze, and a smile slowly spread across Rolf’s face. That prickly attitude of his might have put off anyone else, but Rolf found it to be rather…cute. He finally reached out and slipped his hand into Auch’s, quite literally in fact, as it was very sweaty, and also trembling slightly; Rolf hoped that he wasn’t getting sick.

“Are you feeling alright, Auch?”

“Y-Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Auch said, letting out a dry laugh as he tightened his grip on Rolf’s hand. With an eyebrow raised, Rolf let Auch tug him along, and the archer listened with a fond smile on his face as the sorcerer lectured him on the history of the town of Burbury while they strolled through the quiet streets.

Eventually, the two men reached the middle of the Valleyshallow Bridge, and Rolf was given pause at how breathtaking the night sky looked reflected upon the calm, crystal-clear surface of the river. Rolf cast a sidelong glance at Auch, who was staring up at the sky, and he was suddenly keenly aware that they were now completely alone and away from any potential prying eyes. That, and the fact that Auch was still holding his hand, and Rolf had no plans of letting go himself.

They stood in silence for a while, and just when the roaring of Rolf’s heartbeat in his ears was becoming too much to bear, Auch took a deep breath and turned towards him.

“Rolf…While this view of the sky is rather captivating, I actually asked you here because I wanted to speak to you…away from camp,” he said, and Rolf’s eyes went wide.

“Alright…What’s on your mind?” Rolf asked with the slightest hesitation. He knew what he desperately wanted Auch to say, but he was careful not to get his hopes up too high.

“Yes, well…” Auch took in another long breath and let it out slowly, and his hand slipped from Rolf’s and moved to join the other in gripping his staff. Rolf set his jaw as he tried and failed to keep a frown from crossing his face at the loss of contact.

“After the battle today, I’ve come to realize that throughout my time with the Liberation, I have grown exponentially as a person and sorcerer…and much of that growth can be attributed to the unwavering support that I have received from you.”

“Me?” Rolf’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline as Auch began to pace in front of him, and he felt his face flush while a hopeful warmth flooded his chest. Auch cast a glance along with a small smile at Rolf, and the beautiful sight caused the archer to smile back as Auch spoke again:

“Yes, you. I spent most of my life trying and failing to live up to my mother’s lofty expectations, even after she passed on.” Auch let out another sigh and shook his head. “If I had never met you, someone who challenged my own self-beration and convinced me of my own worth, then I would not have become the man that I am today.”

Auch chuckled as he cocked his head to one side. “Do you remember that day, when I shape-shifted into a chicken and could not change back?”

“How could I forget?” Rolf said as he barked out a laugh. “I think I have little scars from the peck marks you gave me when you tried to stop me from bringing you to Yahna.”

“Ugh, and she still gives me grief about that blunder…” Auch grumbled, and Rolf couldn’t help but think that the pout on his face was rather endearing.

“Anyway, that night, you said that you wished that I could see what you do when you look at me.” Auch paused, and Rolf gave him a small nod of acknowledgment. “I just wanted to tell you that…I do believe that your wish has come true.”

A wide smile slowly spread across Rolf’s face as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at the sky, hoping to hide the blush on his cheeks.

“Glad to hear it. All that wishy-washy bullshit was starting to really dampen the mood around here.”

“How rude!”

Auch scoffed and puffed out his cheeks, and Rolf laughed. He was happy when Auch’s laughter joined his soon after, and when their eyes met, Rolf was given pause at the fondness he found in Auch’s gaze.

“Thank you, Rolf, for always believing in me, and teaching me to believe in myself.”

Rolf opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Auch was pouring his heart out to him, so this logically would be a perfect moment for Rolf to confess his feelings. However, try as he might, he could not bring himself to speak, and an anxious pit formed deep within Rolf’s gut; at this rate, his feelings would never come to light…

“Oh!”

Rolf raised an eyebrow at Auch’s loud gasp, and he followed his gaze up, where he saw a large, bright star streaking across the sky. His jaw dropped at the sight, and he turned to Auch when he heard his staff tapping on the ground.

“A shooting star, how fascinating!” Auch exclaimed. He turned to Rolf and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We should make a wish. You’ll need a new one, since your old one just came true.”

Rolf thought that was a bit childish, but seeing how excited Auch was enough to make him smile and nod anyway. “Sure, let’s do it.”

They both turned to face the river, and Rolf placed a hand on his hip as he closed his eyes. There was only one thing that he wanted above all else, something that he longed so desperately for that it hurt: he wished with all of his heart that the incredible man standing next to him could come to love him in return.

Rolf opened his eyes and turned to Auch, and was confused when he saw that he had propped his staff against the bridge and was fussing with the sleeves of his robes. Deciding to be patient, Rolf stared at Auch for a few agonizingly slow minutes, until the sorcerer finally lifted his gaze and locked it with Rolf’s. The determination that Rolf saw blazing in his eyes was intense enough to steal the very breath from his lungs.

“Rolf…I would like to tell you my wish.”

“You know, it won’t come true if you do that.” Rolf let out a chuckle, but his mirth was quick to fade due to the deathly serious look on Auch’s face.

“On the contrary…This particular wish will never come true if I don’t speak of it.”

“Uh, okay…” Rolf’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Auch took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Even if I wasn’t good at expressing it at first, I have cherished every single moment that we have spent together, Rolf,” Auch began, and Rolf’s eyes went wide, his heart beating so hard that it threatened to burst right out of his chest.

“Every conversation - one-sided on my part or not - every chess game, every encouraging word you gave me, and yes, even every scathing-yet-playful insult. All of those moments have changed me, made me a better person, and led me to this moment with you, the man that I have fallen completely and utterly in love with.”

Time seemed to stop as Rolf tried to process the fact that Auch had said the very words that he had been hoping to hear. Well, this new wish of his certainly didn’t take long at all to come true, and the thought made an odd mixture of emotions bubble up within him…

“My only wish is that you could return my feelings-” Auch continued, but he was interrupted when Rolf suddenly burst out laughing. The immense amount of joy he felt was uncontainable, and he also felt incredibly silly for being so scared of expressing his feelings in the first place. The man that he loved actually loved him too, and this was without a doubt the best night of Rolf’s life.

“You…You can just reject me, you know. No need to laugh and make this even more painful…”

Rolf’s laughter cut off abruptly, and when he had composed himself, his heart clenched when he saw that Auch had started visibly trembling, and tears were running down his cheeks. Cringing at his own carelessness, he quickly reached out to grab Auch’s hand when he turned to leave.

“Wait, Auch,” Rolf said, and he kept a firm grip when Auch tried to jerk himself free. “Look at me, please.”

“Why? So you can laugh at me again?” he hissed, and Rolf gave his head a vigorous shake, the taste of bile rising in his throat with his guilt.

“No, that’s not it! I’m sorry for laughing, but I wasn’t laughing at your confession,” Rolf said in a serious tone, and that seemed to be enough to make Auch finally look him in the eyes again.

“I was actually laughing because, well…I made the same wish as you.”

“You…what?”

“I…I love you, Auch.”

Rolf let a light chuckle slip out when Auch’s jaw dropped, and his heart raced when Auch lifted up a shaky hand. He pushed Rolf’s messy hair out of his face before moving his fingers to his cheek, brushing them against his overheated skin, the sensation causing a shiver to run down Rolf’s spine.

“Do you…really mean that?” Auch asked, and Rolf frowned at the uncertainty in his tone. Rolf reached up to take the hand that Auch still had against his cheek, moving it to his mouth so that he could place a tender kiss to the back of it.

“Yes, with all of my heart.”

“R-Rolf…” Auch choked out as more tears ran down his face, but the smile on his face told Rolf that they were happy ones this time.

“I’m really sorry for laughing and hurting you, Auch, even if it was only for a moment.” Rolf averted his gaze and ran his free hand through his hair. “It’s just…I’m really surprised that you feel the same about me. I was so scared to tell you.”

Rolf’s eyes widened when he felt Auch cup his cheek, and his head was guided back so that he was looking at Auch again. “Why were you scared?”

“I just…didn’t think you’d ever return my feelings, and I didn’t want to risk hurting our friendship because of them.” Rolf smiled as he wrapped his arms around Auch and pulled him close, coaxing a surprised gasp out of him. “You’re a hell of a lot braver than me, Auch.”

Auch laughed and dropped his forehead to rest on Rolf’s shoulder. “I don’t feel brave. Father help me, Rolf, that was the scariest thing that I have ever done.”

“And yet, you still did it before I could muster up the courage to do so.”

“...You make a valid point.”

Rolf let out a content sigh as Auch finally wrapped his arms around him to return his embrace. It was as if a massive weight had been lifted off of his chest, and all he felt now was an overwhelming happiness at finally getting to be with the man that he had loved so much for so long.

Auch pulled away slightly and placed his hands on Rolf’s shoulders. “I must admit, this all feels…quite surreal. I cannot believe you actually love me of all people.”

Rolf scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Auch…Didn’t you just say that my first wish came true? You know, the one where you’re supposed to be over this kind of self-berating bullshit?” A smile returned to his face when Auch pinched his chin between his fingers and let out a huff.

“Ah, right you are…I take it back then, and let me say this instead…” Auch cupped Rolf’s cheeks and pressed their foreheads together, staring deep into his eyes with the brightest of smiles on his face.

“Thank you…for loving me.”

Rolf’s arms tightened around Auch, pulling him flush against him. Hearing those words was enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he was quick to blink them away, and he let out a soft chuckle instead.

“You make it really easy, Auch, and thanks for loving me too.”

Auch’s hands settled at the back of Rolf’s neck, and he let the sorcerer pull him down until their lips met in a tender kiss. Their first kiss. Rolf’s face felt like it had been set aflame, and Auch pressed himself even closer as his arms snaked around his neck. Rolf tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and he wished that his absolutely perfect night would never end.

Far above them, countless shooting stars continued to streak through the sky, but Rolf and Auch paid them no mind; all the wishes that they could come up with would never compare to the one that had just come true, for the both of them.

#unicorn overlord #auch unicorn overlord #rolf unicorn overlord #auch x rolf #i am very normal about these two (lie)#fanfiction #jade writes fanfiction

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a-very-fond-farewell · 3 months ago

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Hello!! I'm very curious about the Far From the Madding Crowd draft (also I see that Auditors/Unicorn crossover) 👀

I am ashamed to report that the Far From the Madding Crowd project was mostly inspired by the movie rather than the book, but this didn’t stop me from reading the book after me watching it (for Researching™️ purposes 💪😤)... but my writing project never got to ch3 even ahah 🤣 mostly bc I wasn’t confident in my English and bc Hardy likes his fictional places too much and I got distracted learning about all the fancy names he used for his beloved Wessex.

so. it was supposed to be set after the end: Gabriel and Bathsheba manage to dig Boldwood out of prison through a royal pardoning and make him their gamekeeper.

since Boldwood has not being sentenced to death and was made to stay in “confinement during Her Majesty’s Pleasure” (so, technically, indefinitely) after claiming insanity, I figured he would have been sent in one of those forced labor prison quarries for debt-collectors (or something on those lines) known in the Victorian era to be awful places to be at the time. I researched the system of the allotted working hours a day to earn “tickets” to get out of prison, the eventual move to Australia for the luckier ones, how life was shaping up to be for someone getting out of prison etc...

I wanted to explore the concept of a land-owner turned prisoner as he struggles to find his way back to his hometown. the people who found a way for him to get out of prison are well-meaning, but they don’t know what he went through. it’s unheard of for a murderer like him to have been granted to leave prison too, so the people who used to work for him in the fields are wary of him now, new workers adding to the fuel of the rumors being spread about him.

moreover, I still wanted to show how the church usually was made to be in charge of a reintroduced criminal’s redemption, asking him to sing in the choir and do errands for the poor, forcing him to go to mass and then listen to Sunday lectures in the afternoon with the local children as if he were not an adult anymore. in this situation, Boldwood would have felt less than human, his mind spiraling back to his prison days, especially his first few years of confinement in isolation. so I would have liked for people who had known him for a long time to be kind and understanding to him despite the social stigma, while newcomers would have been less eager to be associated with him.

the married couple now handles both of the neighboring domanins, but the larger one is mostly empty for the majority of the time. Boldwood is made to live in a small cottage away from the rest of the townsfolk and the workers, so he is able to see his old house only occasionally, feeling like a ghost haunting it’s grounds when keeping watch. he cannot handle kindness anymore and feels out of place with new clothes and good food on his plate, his body arguing with him due to his new limitations.

feeling misguided anger towards the woman he went to prison for while feeling unworthy of her, Boldwood can’t stand the sight of her and only manages to interact with her husband due to his gentle and understanding nature, but he still cannot fathom why they have picked the smaller residence rather than the larger one to live in, or why they wanted him back to begin with. he feels mocked and wronged and lonely above else.

in truth, after getting their happy ending, the Oaks had started to feel guilty about living there while he rotted in prison, feeling indebted to him for freeing them from Troy’s poisoning presence in the past. they thought that bringing him back from his confinement would have eased their conscience, but they found themselves unable to handle his new temperamental nature and mood swings, only hoping to treat his newly acquired illnesses after years of forced labor as a way to welcome him back into their lives.

it was meant to be a healing journey through kindness and simplicity, while still eyeing the changing expectations of society at large with a focus on how even someone of the gentry like Boldwood would have struggled to be back into the world.. especially since he was not that well bred to begin with and only had barely enough connections to survive the death penalty. still a murderer, no matter the circumstances, Boldwood would try to atone for his sin by denying himself happiness, feeling guilty for having wished for love when that should have been precluded to him long ago.

I wanted it to be a mixture of Crime and Punishment and Elective Affinities, and if the poly agenda won in the end.. what then?? XD

but since it didn’t happen.. now I have a bunch of trivia about Victorian prisons to yap about to unsuspecting friends :D

#thank you for asking dear :)#I stopped working on this last October... then I began writing my current fic xD like. the following month??#so maybe the ‘newly disabled person comes back home and has to learn how to live again’ trope stuck with me for the new project as well #I think it’s the burnout talking at this point ahah #anyway. take care of yourself alright?#I’ll get to your DMs soon :)#lovely mutuals #niki answers #sneaky niki #[for the Auditors/Unicorn crossover I’ll make a separate post since I got an ask about that! I’ll tag you tho!]

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