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blindmagdalena · 3 months ago

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Center Stage in a Gilded Cage (chapter two)

18+ 3k. homelander x f!reader. pre-s1. stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, forced relationship, slow burn, somnophilia, drugging, eventual smut. AO3 | fanfic directory

You’ve been hand-chosen by a god; plucked out of your meager, mundane existence and set delicately into the lap of luxury. Your every need will be met, your every whim and wish made real. By any measure, it’s a dream come true. A life safe from pain, from toil, and from the crushing weight of choice. In exchange, all he asks is that you devote yourself wholly to him.

“What happened?” You ask, voice frayed. Your movements are sluggish, hands rubbing the disorientation from your eyes one at a time.

Homelander catches his own reflection briefly in the mirror across from the bed–making sure he doesn’t have a hair out of place for this crucial meeting–before his gaze moves back to you. “Only the most important day of your life,” he says, feeling as though he’s about to tell someone they just won the goddamn lottery. He watches you rise slowly up into a sitting position, never taking your eyes off of him. He knows that you’re nervous–can smell it on you–but he doesn’t worry himself with that. It’s to be expected initially.

“You just so happen to be the luckiest lady in America,” he tells you, putting on his most charming smile.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, your confusion deepening. He can see the tension in your body rising as well, the pace of your heart lifting to a rabbit-like thrum despite the molasses thick haze of the anesthesia in your system.

He laughs softly, lifting his hands in an encompassing gesture. “I saved you.”

Almost instantaneously, the tense line of your shoulders droops and your eyes soften in a way that erupts a wave of butterflies in his gut. You look nearly ready to fall back into bed with the weight of relief that moves through you, causing you to sway slightly. He feels nearly delirious with the giddiness of the moment, his fingers twitching, itching to touch.

“What do you remember?” He asks, daring to inch closer to you. His hand settles on the bed, fingertips nearly brushing your blanketed knee.

“I remember someone grabbing me. A man. He put a rag over my mouth,” you say, lifting a hand to touch your lips. His gaze drops to follow the movement. He subconsciously licks his own. He’d been such a gentleman while you slept, but that hadn’t stopped him fantasizing. He cannot wait to taste you again. “It smelled like grass or something. I fought, but he was so strong,” you say, a tremble like reverence or fear in your voice. Maybe both.

When you realize that his strength is yours, you’ll never need to fear it–or anything else–ever again.

“And then I blacked out. You saved me from him?” You look up at him with wide, watery eyes and he could almost laugh at how cute you look, cluelessly putting together mismatched pieces of the little puzzle going on in your brain. The breathless wonder in your voice–the way you’re looking at him with such hope–makes his chest swell with pride.

You’re in for a real treat.

“Sweetheart,” he coos, lifting his hand to give your knee a gentle squeeze through the blanket. “That was me,” he says, his smile broad and proud. “What I saved you from was ever stepping foot back in that dingy little apartment of yours again. From that mind numbing mediocrity and the tedium of your mundane little life. I brought you home,” he says, gesturing out to his penthouse with a grand sweep of his arm.

A pregnant pause follows.

He waits, but you still don’t seem to get it. Your heart is thumping wildly with no sign of slowing, and that brief flicker of relief has disappeared entirely, the line of your shoulders drawing back up tight. A twinge of apprehension nestles in his chest.

“Well?” He prompts, his smile faltering. “Say something.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” you say, gripping the bedding in tight fists. “You kidnapped me?”

“I didn’t kidnap you, you silly goose,” he half scoffs, half laughs. “I brought you home!” He says again, emphasizing the word ‘home’ as if it will speed along your comprehension. Instead, you look more confused and afraid than ever.

He sighs, dropping his hands down into his lap. “C’mon, you could show a little excitement, yeah? I mean, out of the three hundred and thirty million people in America, I picked you. Those are some fucking insane lottery odds.”

“Picked me for what?” You ask quietly, a rasp in your voice that itches uncomfortably at the back of his neck. You sound ready to cry, which won’t do at all. This isn’t how this is supposed to go.

“To be mine,” he says, and while he’s still smiling, there’s an incredulous furrow to his brow.

“Be your what?”

His smile thins alongside his patience. “My–mine, my girlfriend, lover, sweetheart, my-my fucking paramor, whatever you want to call it,” he says, that charming facade slipping as his mounting aggravation with your incomprehension creeps further up his spine.

Where’s your excitement? Where’s your fucking gratitude?

“I don’t even know you,” you say, moving away from him to the opposite side of the bed, sliding onto your feet without ever taking your eyes off of him. You brace your hand on his headboard, steadying yourself.

Homelander stands, taken aback. “Of course you know me. You recognized me instantly!” He says, circling the bed.

For every step he takes forward, you take two back.

He’s bewildered by your response: he’s a goddamn hero, the shining light of providence beaming down on America, and you’re cowering from his approach like he’s some kind of fucking pariah, shrinking back against the mirror when you hit it, cornering yourself.

“You know exactly who I am, and I know you,” he says, uninvited irritation slipping into his voice.

“I know that you like to cook, that you can’t hold your alcohol, and that the best part of your day is the little sweet treat you get yourself after work. You laugh at bad jokes and you watch worse television. Videos about sad animals make you cry, even when they end happy. When you’re depressed you shop online and look at house listings you’ll never be able to afford. I know you, alright? Down to your goddamn skincare routine. So just calm down already.”

Fuck, he needs to reign himself in. He’s gotten too worked up, and you’re stubbornly not calming down at all.

“You’ve been stalking me?” You ask, gaze darting from corner to corner like an animal seeking an avenue for escape. The horror in your voice, in your expression, churns his stomach terribly.

Relax. Relax. Give her a sec. She’ll figure it out, coos a much more confident voice in the back of his mind. He closes his eyes briefly, taking in a slow breath, inhabiting that same confidence.

Everything’s going to be fine.

There’s no other option now.

“It’s–heh–it’s a funny story, actually,” he says, forcefully lightening his tone. He wants you to enjoy this story. Hear the romanticism in it. “I was on patrol, you know, watching for crime, or danger, people in need of saving–I do that a lot–and that’s when I saw you,” he says with a slowly broadening smile, hands lifted towards you like you’re on display. “You were on your way to work, and you handed some homeless guy a box of–”

“John,” you interrupt, staring at him with apprehension.

Homelander’s expression turns stricken, not knowing why you would possibly call him that. In his underlying agitation, he sees flashes of a cramped room behind an enormous door the color of fresh blood. His hands felt so small beating on that terrible door. His throat constricts, and he barely chokes out, “What?”

“John,” you say again, visibly concerned by his reaction. “The man I give food to, his name is John.” Of course it is. As common a gutter name as any.

“Oh,” he says, the muscles in his face tight. It takes him several seconds to recover, blinking rapidly. “Yeah. Sure. Okay. So, you… Well, I saw you, and you were rushing, working, and you’d come home, rush and work again, and the food, you’d–” Fuck, he’s lost the thread. He feels like he’s coming unspooled, an awkward mess spilled out on the floor. This is not how he wants you to see him.

If only you hadn’t said that fucking name.

He brings his hands up, covering his mouth and nose as he takes in a deep breath, eyes closed. He drops his hands in front of his chest, palms clasped together. He smiles tensely as his eyes open back up. “I’m gonna start over. Hey, hi, I’m Homelander,” he says, slipping into his stage voice without realizing it, speaking the way he would if he was addressing a crowd. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while.”

He splays his hands at that, as if waiting for an applause for his performance. You don’t appear to be of the mind to offer him one.

“Okay… so you have been stalking me,” you say, pressed so tightly against the mirror you might actually crack it. He resists the urge to roll his eyes. You’re just working yourself up now, focusing on the wrong parts entirely. He assumes you’ll be more reasonable when all the adrenaline in your blood wears off. The smell of it on you is terribly sour. “And now you’ve drugged and kidnapped me.”

He lets out a terse breath. “I–mm, I feel like you’re missing the point just a little bit here,” he says through his teeth, heat prickling his neck where his collar touches it, the fabric suddenly growing irritating against his skin. “I was not stalking you. I saw you a few times, and I wanted to meet you. And again, you’re not kidnapped!”

“I’m free to go, then?” You ask, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“Yes, obviously,” he laughs, though there’s tension in it. It takes everything in him not to forcibly uncross your arms himself. He much prefers how you looked in sleep, or when he observed you from a distance. This harsh, closed off version of you is making his skin itch. He wishes he could start the take over, the way they do when he’s filming. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Ever seen Paris? Hell, summer in Italy is–”

“Home,” you say. “I’d like to go home, please.”

“Would you-!” His tone is too sharp, too loud, and he cuts himself off, but not before his volume makes you flinch.

He sucks in a breath, bobbing his pointer finger at you. “You-mmm,” he hums, clicking his tongue as he continues to force calm into his voice. “You are home,” he says, giving into his impulse and taking hold of your wrist, tugging your arms out of that tight cross with ease. He pulls you behind him, deciding that if telling won’t work, showing will have to.

Once you see it, you’ll understand. You’ll understand that all of this has been for you.

“Here, look,” he says, throwing open the door to the closet. Your closet. It’s lined with outfits he’s spent the last several weeks choosing for you. Weeks spent finding a balance between your aesthetic and his. You’ll have to match him, of course. He made sure that they compliment his suit while also carrying similarities to the color palettes you’re drawn to.

He spreads his arm towards the display, fingers twitching. “See? Yours. All of it–and whatever else you want,” he says, hyper aware of how delicate your wrist feels in his grasp. You may as well be a bird in his hands, hollow-boned and fragile. “The kitchen, too, it’s yours,” he says, gesturing vaguely off in the direction of it. His attention snaps back to you, laser focused. He gives your wrist a reflexive tug, fighting with himself to keep his own strength at bay.

“I did all of this for you,” he says in a low voice, pinning you with his stare. “Tell me you understand that.”

If there’s an undercurrent of desperation in his tone, he ignores it.

Your eyes are wide and watery, a deer caught in the golden headlights of all that he is. Your breaths come in shallow waves, and the terrible fear that radiates from you makes him want to shake you. Your gaze slides from him to the closet, flitting between the myriad of garments that hang in the closet. All in your size. Some of them are nearly identical to pieces you own, but manufactured by the original designer instead of a cheap knock-off plucked from a department store rack.

And still he can give you so much more. All he asks is that you love him for it.

There’s a tremble running through you. Your throat clicks on a dry swallow, and slowly your attention drifts back to him, sweeping him from head to toe, taking account of him in his entirety for the first time. He tenses. It’s a little strange to be so seen by you, but it feels good, too. He squares his shoulders, wanting you to see the best in him.

“Why me?” You ask quietly, your eyes meeting his. You still look lost, but what he finds endearing is the underlying conviction he sees. You’re always quick to move towards a solution. He likes that about you. He’s not sure what it is that you’ve decided, but it’s clear you’ve made a choice somewhere in your mind.

Because you’re like me.

“Because you deserve it,” he says, drawing you in at the same time he turns his body towards yours. “You’re underappreciated. Undervalued. You’re capable of so much more than the world gives you credit for,” he says, his grip on your wrist flexing. Every one of those glorified pen-pushers at Vought should choke for the way they ignore him, hoisting their agendas onto him while dismissing his ideas. “And you’re lonely.”

Your eyes widen a fraction. Bullseye.

Sensing vulnerability, he moves a step closer, taking hold of your other wrist. He offers both a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to be.”

Neither of us do.

“This is insane,” you whisper, but the inflection of your voice makes it sound like a question. Like you’re considering it. “You’re… You’re Homelander,” you say, as if that should explain everything you hold in your gaze.

And I’m nobody, you must be thinking. Maybe you were once, but no longer. You’ve been elevated in the way only someone chosen by God can be.

“And you’re here. With me,” he counters, his own voice lower now, quieter in the intimately narrow space between your bodies, both hands wrapped around your wrists. There’s a flush crawling up your throat, warming you all the way to your ears. His thumb absently strokes your pulse-point. “Safe. I’m a hero, remember?”

“So, you’re not… going to wear my skin, or eat me?” You ask, voice filled with such dread at the notion he thinks you might have actually believed that was his intention.

He barks a laugh, shaking his head. “Alright, first of all, no more Silence of the Lambs for you,” he says, relinquishing his hold on your wrists to slide his hands up your arms, squeezing your shoulders. “Second, no. I’m not going to wear your skin. Or eat you.”

Well… Not like that. He can’t promise he won’t devour you, though. Pin you beneath the weight of his strength–he could keep you down with nothing more than his pinky–put his head between your thighs and trace his name with his tongue until you’re screaming it. The thought makes his cock throb, stiffen. He licks his lips subconsciously, glad for the cover of his cup.

“Okay,” you say, snapping him out of his daydream. “Then you want me to…?”

It seems ridiculous to him that he would still have to explain it. He’ll blame it on the anesthesia.

“Do whatever you want,” he says, taking his hands from your shoulders to motion to the rest of his penthouse. “Cook, don’t cook. Read books, shop, get in arguments on the internet over fictional characters,” he says, swirling his hand in a vague gesture. “Whatever makes you happy,” he says, gaze drifting back to you. All you have to do is do it with me. “Pretty sweet deal if you ask me.” He offers you the sharp edge of a smile, leaving little room for discussion.

You stare at him for a moment that’s too long and too quiet for his liking before your eyes wander, taking in the rest of his room. The balcony beyond the threshold. The mirrors and paintings on the walls, the statues in the corners, the rich dark colors. Everything has been decorated to make the space feel grander, more open. No blank walls. No doors that lock. It’s his home.

And now it’s your home.

“Okay,” you say eventually.

His brows shoot up. “Okay?”

You look back to him, your expression difficult for him to parse. Despite years spent practicing and learning facial expressions–all part of his camera training–he cannot read yours right now. He would be more bothered if he weren’t so distracted by the spark of hope that flares in his chest. “Okay,” you say again, adding a small nod this time.

He exhales a breathy laugh. “Yeah? Yeah! Okay. Alright. Wow, that’s… that’s great,” he says, his grin wide and a touch incredulous. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, a sense of suspicion, but his elation smothers it. He had dreaded that you might face an adjustment period, be confused, that there would be tears or anger. You were really starting to get under his skin with all that talk of kidnapping.

As if he were some sort of common thug or criminal, and not a savior.

In his exhilaration, he cups your face suddenly. He feels your pulse spike in his hands, but his focus is solely on your eyes.

“I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive,” he vows with a soft gaze and an eager smile. He leans in close enough to feel your breaths on his lips, tempted to kiss you, but he stops himself. There will be plenty of time for that, and he doesn’t want to remember your first kiss alongside the acrid tinge of your fading fear. His thumbs brush your cheeks, learning the shape of them under his touch.

He’d been wrong when he first took notice of you. You’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

Sucking in a steadying breath, he draws away, placing his hands on his hips. “Now… How about we get you a little more comfortable for bed?”

( chapter three )

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander #homelander fanfiction #x reader #my writing #yandere x reader

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sweetie-peaches · 11 months ago

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Tubbo gained his wings in purgatory.

White and gilded with gold, representing his family, his goslings.

He’d flaunt them, he wouldn’t mean to but he can’t help but be proud of something so, so beautiful.

Then,

As he’s handcuffed and led to the boat, a eye worker approaches him with a mournful look and shears, and he hates that he knows what it’s for.

He fights, of course he does. His only symbol of his goslings left, he can’t loose them, he can’t loose a family, not again, he bargains, promises not to use them, that they won’t be a problem he’ll keep them hidden please just let him keep them.

And his pleads turn to sobs as he’s guided to a table, and laid down.

They don’t have numbing solution on the boat, of course they don’t. So he muffles his screams and prays to any god that listens that he would pass out

And when he does his wings are laid before him, his back is sewn up. He lays over them and weeps.

After all, wax wings always melt, icarus always falls into the ocean chasing the sun

A golden goose is always slaughtered by a farmer

A mother goose always looses her goslings

After all dawn goes down to day, and nothing gold can stay

#peaches posts #does this make sense? no #but I like to ramble #qsmp qosts #qsmp tubbo #qsmp drabble #Tubbo #qsmp purgatory 2

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sundove88 · 4 months ago

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Introducing Anime Ever After!!

Ever wanted to experience classic fairytales but through the lens of legendary and lesser known anime?

Well, Anime Ever After is for you!!

Synopsis: An anthropology of famous stories from around the world retold through the lens of legendary and lesser known anime, with modern twists, turns, and lessons about. From the depths of the sea in DBZ: Waves of Freedom (The Little Mermaid) to the realm beyond the clouds in One Piece: Beyond The Sky (Jack and The Beanstalk), this ever expanding treasury of tales has something for everyone.

Framing Device: An anime loving teenager is telling classic fairytales to the kids they babysit as bedtime stories- with a twist!

Side Note: Nursery Rhymes being adapted is more for Shrek. So they won’t be here- sorry about that. But they do a good job at it. This anthology is meant for readers 12 and up, due to some of the themes in some of the stories.

Btw, look for the posts that have anime ever after on them as one of their tags. Here’s the list of tales (So Far):

Dragon Ball Z: Waves of Freedom (The Little Mermaid)

My Hero Academia: Heart of Glass (Cinderella)

Attack on Titan: Red Hood (Little Red Riding Hood)

One Piece: Beyond The Sky (Jack and The Beanstalk)

Naruto: Sleeping Shadow (Sleeping Beauty)

Sword Art Online: The Match Player (The Little Match Girl)

FullMetal Alchemist: Iron Wolves (The 3 Little Pigs)

Fairy Tail: Mirrors of Deceit (Snow White)

Inuyasha: Soul of The Beast (Beauty and The Beast)

Bleach: Brushes of Fate (The Magic Paintbrush)

Fruits Basket: The 12 Dancing Zodiacs (12 Dancing Princesses)

Black Clover: The Frog Knight (The Frog Prince)

Hunter X Hunter: Spreading Your Wings (The Ugly Duckling)

Demon Slayer: Demon of The Northern Wind (The Snow Queen)

Black Butler: Beyond The Tower (Rapunzel)

Yu Yu Hakusho: Sweet Temptation (Hansel and Gretel)

Doraemon; Fearless Feline (Puss in Boots)

Gintama: Peachy Keen (Momotaro)

Sailor Moon: Lady of The Waxing Moon (Princess Kaguya)

Haikyuu: Bear-ly Faltering (Snow White and Rose Red)

Railgun: Little Warriors, Big Impacts (Thumbelina)

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: All That Glitters (Rumplestiltskin)

Yu Gi Oh: Diamond in The Rough (Aladdin)

Konosuba: The Royal Test (The Princess and The Pea)

Tokyo Ghoul: The Crimson Amulet (The Red Shoes)

Akame Ga Kill: Fashion Gambit (The Emperor’s New Clothes)

Ouran High School Host Club: Wings of Perseverance (The Wild Swans)

Rurouni Kenshin: The Ronin’s Trials (The Steadfast Tin Soldier)

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagan: Cage of Steel, Heart of Platinum (The Nightingale)

Cowboy Bebop: Written in The Stars (The Weaver Girl and The Cowherd)

Death Note: The Golden Pen (King Midas)

Neon Genesis Evangelion: No Strings Attached (Pinocchio)

Fate: The Chosen Sword (King Arthur)

BanG Dream!: Melody of Deceit (The Pied Piper)

Code Geass: The Princess and The Pig Man (The Swineherd)

Jujitsu Kaisen: The Light Within (The Buried Moon)

Blue Exorcist: Blazing Bonds (The Firebird)

Spy X Family: Secret of The Statue (The Happy Prince)

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic: The Enchanted Key (Alibaba and The 40 Thieves)

Re:Zero: Gilded Feathers (The Golden Goose)

Saint Seiya: Divine Trials and Godly Tribulations (The 12 Labors of Hercules)

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya: Claws of Gold, Hearts of Gold (Goldilocks and The 3 Bears)

One Punch Man: A Hero’s Humility (King Thrushbeard)

Future Diary: Wishful Obsession (The Fisherman and His Wife)

Sket Dance: A Tale of Three Tricksters (The 3 Billy Goats Gruff)

Precure (All seasons): The Sweetest Holiday Ever (The Nutcracker)

Food Wars: A Recipe For Courage (The Brave Little Tailor)

Spice and Wolf: Against All Odds (The Princess on The Glass Hill)

Noragami: Stolen Sun (Amaterasu and The Cave)

Monogatari: Secret Confidants (The Elves and The Shoemaker)

Steins;Gate: Azure Secrets (Bluebeard)

Tokyo Revengers: Neverlanding, Never Faltering (Peter Pan)

The Promised Neverland: Emerald Truths (The Wizard of Oz)

Toriko: Sweet Pursuit (The Gingerbread Man)

Kill La Kill: A Royal Mix Up (The Prince and The Pauper)

World Trigger: The Silent Springtime (The Selfish Giant)

The Seven Deadly Sins: Curse of Shade and Malice (The Shadow)

Cardcaptor Sakura: Salt and Sugar (The Salt Princess/Cap O Rushes)

Assassination Classroom: Honeyed Words (Diamonds and Toads)

Way of The House Husband: Out of The Cage (Jorinda and Joringel)

Danganronpa The Animation (It covers all the games): Makoto in Wonderland (Alice in Wonderland)

D Gray Man: Song of The Sparkling Swan (Swan Lake)

Persona 5 The Animation: Way Down We Go (Hades and Persephone)

Soul Eater: United We Stand (The Six Who Went Far)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The 5 Magical Musketeers (The 3 Musketeers)

Aggretsuko: Four Man Band (The Bremen Town Musicians)

Tokyo Godfathers: A Holiday Journey (A Christmas Carol)

Revolutionary Girl Utena: Emotions Set Free (The Princess Who Never Smiled)

Sonic X: True, Blue, and Noble (Hans The Hedgehog)

Magiknight Rayearth: Noble Flame, Changing Tide, and Guiding Wind (The 3 Princesses of Whiteland)

A Silent Voice: Beyond All Boundaries (East of The Sun, West of The Moon)

A Whisker Away: A Feline Fairytale (The White Cat)

Your Name: A Little Bird Told Me (The Singing, Springing, Lark)

Love Live: A Fateful Adventure (Journey to The West)

Captain Tsubasa: Winging It (The Seven Ravens)

The Ancient Magus Bride: Entrapped Beauty (The Lindworm)

Overlord: Seeds of Trust (The Juniper Tree)

Delicious in Dungeon: Cooking Up Trouble (The Magic Porridge Pot)

Medaka Box: The Truth Above All (The Goose Girl)

Chainsaw Man: Demonic Assistance (The Golden Bird)

Taikobo: Legend of The Lost Kingdom (Urashima Taro)

Revue Starlight: Masked Secrets (Phantom of The Opera)

Ginga: Nagareboshi Gin: Path of The Canine (The Boy Who Cried Wolf)

Dr. Stone: Into The Wilderness (The Jungle Book)

Fire Force: The Flames of Charity (Robin Hood)

Shaman King: Mystery of The Marsh (The Marsh King’s Daughter)

Rave Master: Cloak of Secrets (Donkeyskin/Many Furs)

Ranma 1/2: Loyal, Brave, and True (Mulan)

Karakuri Circus: The House Within The Woods (Vasilisa The Brave and Beautiful)

Devilman Crybaby: Three Hairs of Gold (The Devil With 3 Golden Hairs)

The Irregular at Magic High School: Ring of Enchantments (The Bronze Ring)

Bobobo: One Hairy Tale (Prince Hyacinth)

Shakugan No Shana: Three Dogs, Three Heroes (The Tinderbox)

Nisekoi: Yellow With Affection (The Yellow Dwarf)

Kaiju No. 8: Don’t Get Salty (Why The Sea is Salty)

Kinnikuman: A Mission in Patience (The Tortoise and The Hare)

Oshi No Ko: The Price of Stardom (Little Brother and Little Sister)

Case Closed: Stolen Hearts and Stolen Fortunes (The Master Thief)

Pokemon The Series: An Electrifying Rescue (The Lion and The Mouse)

Hyperdimension Neptunia: The Animation: A Tale of a Thousand and One Nights (1,001 Arabian Nights)

Dragon Quest The Adventure of Dai: A Ribbiting Adventure (The Frog Princess)

Dr. Slump: A Quacktastic Journey (Drakestail)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn: Windows to The Soul (One Eyes, Two Eyes, Three Eyes)

Kochikame: From Faux to Genuine (Don Quixote)

Yo-Kai Watch: Cat Artist Unknown (The Boy Who Drew Cats)

Kaguya-Sama: Love is War: To Love and To Be Loved (Turandot)

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: Feathers of Joy (The Blue Bird)

DanMachi: Forgotten Evil Unleashed (Pandora’s Box)

Hellsing Ultimate: Blood Ties (Dracula)

Claymore: The Monster Unleashed (Frankenstein)

Thanks to @sam-rexian and @crystallinedreamsfinelypowdered for helping with some of these!

#livi’s rambles #fairytales #anime #manga #anime ever after #fanfic #retelling #adaptation #long post

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devildomsoup · 2 years ago

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hii!!!! can i request karaoke hcs for the brothers? (could u also add what song u think they'd sing lol) ty very much <333

Karaoke Headcanons

Lucifer

Believe it or not, Lucifer actually enjoys doing karaoke, especially with his brothers. Not that he would ever admit it, though.

It will take a lot of convincing to get him to do it since he has an image to maintain.

He will never laugh at the person singing no matter how bad they might sound.

Lucifer actually becomes irritated when people laugh at someone's singing abilities. It's fine if someone is purposefully trying to sound bad. But if someone is genuinely trying their best, he will shoot whoever is laughing a nasty glare

Lucifer will most likely sing songs by either Kiss, Queen or Ghost.

Depending on the situation, the songs Lucifer sings might change. Let's say he, for instance, was alone with MC

Songs Lucifer might sing

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen (obviously)

Square Hammer - Ghost

Cirice - Ghost

When alone with MC, tired, or drunk

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Somebody to Love - Queen

I Was Made for Lovin' You - Kiss

Dance Macabre - Ghost

Are You Satisfied? - MARINA

Mammon

He loves karaoke and has a blast every time.

It's most likely him or Asmodeus, who suggested doing karaoke in the first place.

Super supportive and cheers for whoever is singing.

If someone is scared of singing, Mammon will offer to sing with them so they don't have to do it alone.

Mammon doesn't stick to a particular genre of songs. He does like upbeat songs but is not against singing a slow ballad.

Sometimes, he let his brothers pick what song to sing to mix things up.

Songs Mammon might sing

On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz

I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor

Gasolina - Daddy Yankee

Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars

Just Dance Lady - Gaga

If you are extremely lucky, you might hear Mammon sing Can You Feel the Love Tonight.

Leviathan

He loves karaoke, but doing it in front of others is scary.

It takes a lot of convincing and encouragement to get him to sing karaoke with others.

Leviathan prefers to have at least 4 or 5 people sing before it's his turn. He needs tge time to prepare himself.

Once he has sung a song or 2, he will become confident, and you will have to force the mic out of his hands.

Anime songs, game fan songs and vocaloid need I say more.

Songs Leviathan might sing

Luka Luka☆ Nightfever - Samfree

the WORLD - Nightmare

Unravel - TK from Ling tosite sigure

World Is Mine - Ryo (supercell)

It's Been So Long - The Living Tombstone

He will absolutely pour his soul out to Unknown Mother Goose by Wowaka. He puts his entire heart into singing that song

Satan

He doesn't hold any particular opinion on karaoke. If asked he will join, but it's not something he would suggest himself.

Usually reads until it's his turn to sing.

Sings a lot of different types of songs. Another one who doesn't stick to a particular genre.

He will definitely be the one who is most likely to sing any form of metal.

Also, most likely to sing any songs involving cats

Songs Satan might sing

Spillways - Ghost

Mein Teil - Rammstein

Everybody Wants to Be a Cat - Aristocats

Sonne - Rammstein

Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar

Papaoutai - Stromae. Satan actually gets a bit emotional when he sings this one.

Asmodeus

Without a doubt, the biggest fan of karaoke amongst the brothers.

He is the reason why there is at least one karaoke night per month.

Asmodeus cheers on everyone who sings.

Now Asmodeus doesn't just sing he preforms. He will give you a whole show when his turn comes.

He likes upbeat dance music, but he is not against trying other genres. He will do an amazing job regardless of what song he sings

Like Lucifer, the songs he sings might depend on the situation and how he is feeling.

Songs Asmodeus might sing

S&M - Rihanna

Toxic - Britney Spears

Applaus - Lady Gaga

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

Mary on a Cross - Ghost

When sad, tired or drunk

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

Gilded Lily - Cults

Hermit the Frog - MARINA

First Love/Late Spring - Mitski

Beelzebub

Another one who doesn't have a particular opinion on karaoke.

He does like it since it brings his brothers together and there tends to be lots of snacks to munch on.

He is very supportive and always encourages people to do their best.

Beelzebub will sing just about anything he doesn't have a preference and usually lets his brothers pick.

When Beelzebub picks songs himself, they tend to hit people right in the heart

Songs Beelzebub might sing

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Feel Invincible - Skillit

Gimme Chocolate!! - BABYMETAL

Fix you - Coldplay

A Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay

Home - Cavetown

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens. This one tends to make his brothers shed a few tears.

Belphegor

Most of the time he joins because he is too tired to move away.

Doesn't have anything against karaoke it's just not his favourite thing.

Falls asleep most of the time and someone have to shake him awake even it is his turn

Belphegor does, however, try his best when either Beelzebub or MC are singing l.

Tends to pick calm songs or songs that doesn't require a lot of work.

Does join Satan from time to timecwhen he sings more aggressive songs

Songs Belphegor might sing

Rises the Moon - Liana Flores

Bad End Theatre True End ver. - NomnomNami

Aunnobeats - Maigo Hanyuu

Little Dark Age - MGMT

This Is Love - Air Traffic Controllers

Runaway - ARORA. It sounds absolutely amazing when he sings this song 10/10.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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wizblr-blue-moon-ball · 6 months ago

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Hello Magical Friends!! ~☆

As of today it's three days 'till the ball! I'm so excited, this has been a while in the making and seeing so many of you all coming along for the ride is an honor.

As stated in the announcement post, this is the post with the OFFICIAL PROMPT LIST!!!

I spent a decent bit of time making the prompts for this. I wanted to ensure that it was specific enough so you all knew the gist, but also vague enough for all entry types. I really hope you enjoy the final prompt list as much as I do.

An important note: Please DON'T POST ANYTHING RELATED TO THE OFFICIAL PROMPTS until the prespecified date!! It's to keep everything neat. Outfit posts are still welcome though!!

And now, drumroll please... 🥁

DAY 01: Dusk (May 19)

You arrive to the ball at dusk and are whisked away into the party after greeting the host.~☆

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DAY 02: Gilded (May 20)

Everywhere you look, you're surrounded by opulence. Crystal chandeliers and golden decorations, blue banners adorned with golden embroidery. A glass of sparkling juice is placed in your hands and you walk onto the marble dance floor...

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DAY 03: Dancing (May 21)

You take to the dance floor and get swept up in the jovial atmosphere. Do you prefer fast square dances or a slow waltz? Perhaps a tap dance?

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DAY 04: Midnight (May 22)

The clock strikes midnight and the ball is officially halfway over. How time flies when you're having fun. What adventures have you experienced thus far?

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DAY 05: Feast (May 23)

Having moved to the snack tables, you see them laden with foods from far and wide. You spy foods familiar to you among the many, as no expense was spared to ensure your enjoyment, yum!

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DAY 06: Fireworks (May 24)

As the ball begins it's finale, a grand fireworks display lights up the sky, illuminating all in brilliant light...

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DAY 07: Dawn (May 25)

As Dawn rises and the ball ends, you leave with a sense of joy and with new friends by your side. What do you do now? Did you enjoy the ball?

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The ball will begin on Sunday May 19th!!

I hope to see you all there, as always it's an honor to be your host for the event!

PINGLIST A

@scuttling-comfuddlement @the-gnomest-bastard @kobold-sanctuary-buss-island @satyrs-apothecary @irving-the-pirate-wizard @morbingtime @justagingerwithredhair @chaos-familiar @these-detestable-hands @regina-the-sorceress @combustion-witch @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @selldemapplez @agentldiddy @fractalkitty @wizard-island-trading-co @good-wizard @the-illegal-wizard-council @ash-the-tiefling @mysticminion @blobbiedaykeeppcaway @blaster-fagot @life-is-okay-rn2 @skyethebisexualwolfwizard @thequeerwizardcouncil @dread-the-eldritch-wizard @profeshinul-wizurd @a-squirrel-wizard @the-mighty-dalob @amateur-wizard @chaos-wizard-nyehehe @bertskullhaver @transgender-wizard @flowers-the-sun-witch @thebookshelflord @ceeceelemons @the-silliest-sorcerer @wizard-ghost @a-goose-in-a-trenchcoat @flirtyambiguouswizard @paltering-peculiarity @parkyrtheelvishbard

#blue moon ball updates~☆#wizard posting #wizardblr #wizardposting #bmb outfit #blue moon ball #blue moon ball art #blue moon ball photography #blue moon ball writing #blue moon ball roleplay

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count-alucard-tepes · 1 year ago

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OP Daddy: *walks into their office and sees a goose with a knife in its mouth with another knife beside it with a note that says en garde (the note is in braille for Fujitora)*

Kizaru ✨: “…well if it’s a fight you want…it’s a fight you get, sir”

Akainu🌋: *sighs* “…what is my life right now?”

Ryokugyu 🌱: “…the one time I come back to my office…there’s a threat hiding here…I’m leaving”

Fujitora 🐅: *looks thoughtful* “…I haven’t had goose in my soba in a while…”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: “…pray for mercy, Mr Goose”

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: *huffs* “…I said a flamingo! Not a goose! What the hell is going on!? Did Law do this!?!”

Benn Beckman 🔫: *aims gun at duck* “…hey honey…goose is on the menu tonight”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: *raises brows before grabbing the goose and pets it lovingly* “…you’re my new pet now”

Killer🔪: *screams like a girl and runs out because he has Anatidaephobia*

Kaido🐉: *stares in confusion at the goose before stepping out and closing the door* “..I need to stop drinking so much”

King 👑: *draws out his sword* “…finally a worthy enemy of the Lunarian race”

Queen👑: *laughs and crackles knuckles * “…I’m going to enjoy this” *ten seconds later* “King!? Help me!?”

Izou🔫🔫: *inhales and shoots goose without another thought* “…not today, Satan”

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: *has a stare off with the goose*

Oven Charlotte 🍞: “…looks like we’re having roasted goose for dinner”

Buggy🤡: “…bold of you to assume Buggy-sama will fight you…”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *raises a brow* “…is this a joke? It’s not a funny one”

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: *looks confused but gets his metal arm ready before smirking* “…ladies first…”

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: *shoots it immediately upon seeing it* “…oh it was really just a goose”

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: *sighs* “…those damn kids are pranking me again, aren’t they?”

Gecko Moria🦇: *raises a brow* “…why is my dinner still alive and in here?!”

Iceburg💜: *quickly brings breadcrumbs and places it next to the goose* “…I think you’re pretty neat too…let’s be friends”

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: *turns goose into gold* “…there…much more worthy of being in my office”

Rob Lucci🐆: *raises a brow and cuddles goose* “…Hattori does need a new friend”

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itoendme · 8 months ago

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Golden Kamuy x Go Long by Joanna Newsom lyrics

You have been wronged, tore up since birth

You have done harm, others have done worse

Will you tuck your shirt, will you leave it loose?

You are badly hurt, you're a silly goose

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Well, I have never seen such a terrible room

Gilded with the gold teeth of the women who loved you

Now, though I die, Magpie, this I bequeath

By any other name, a jay is still blue

While so far away, in the seat of the west

Burns the fount of the heat of that loneliness

There's a man who only will speak in code

Backing slowly, slowly down the road

May he master everything that such men may know

About loving and then letting go

(inspired by a conversation with @weirdgirlification)

#will anyone but me appreciate this?#probably not #but i made it anyway #golden kamuy #sugimoto saichi #ogata hyakunosuke #tsurumi tokushirou #joanna newsom

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midnightfantasiesanddaydreams · 9 months ago

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Celebrate (Ignis X Reader)

"Mmm... Lace too? You spoil me, Love." Ignis chuckled as his fingertips gilded upwards, tracing the crescent loops of soft thread as they stretched over warm skin. His lover shivered, tucking her heels into the gentle curve at the base of his spine, and the imprint of a smile burned itself into his throat. Although it was his best intention to make it home early for their anniversary, fate had other plans. Starting with his braille display suddenly deciding not to work with his computer today, a goose flying through the window of the meeting hall in the Citadel and scaring every council member of New Insomnia into screaming, and his driver's car getting a flat on his way home. It had been a trying day all in all, but to find his lover waiting at the door made it all that much better.

"I-ah! I-I wanted it to be special." The tips of her fingers slid along the width of his shoulders, pausing only to trace the raised edges of old scars that peppered his skin like stars. Even now, after so many years of worship, it never failed to amaze him how her love savored every detail of his body, his mind, his soul. Whether it be a word, a stuttered breath, the cologne lingering on his shirt, or the darkest nightmares that haunted his mind. She absorbed it all and reflected back a love warm enough to rival the returned sun of its glory. "I know you're supposed to save lace for your 13th anniversary, but-" Whatever else she had wanted to say drowned itself in an open mouthed moan as her back arched, pressing the warm weight of her bare breasts against his chest.

"I'm quite thrilled you didn't." The lightest nip to the soft junction of her jaw and ear made her throat bulge under his lips, her hips arching higher, pressing the warmth of her damp heat directly against his hardened crotch. The ache coiling in his guts tightened, threatening to give way into the silk of his boxers, but no. He couldn't let go that quickly. Keeping a firm handful of her deliciously round ass in his hands, Ignis pushed his shoulders off the wall, forcing half of his senses to emerge and focus on the floor creaking under his measured steps. Five steps to the bedroom, only five steps and he could lay down his lover and worship her as she deserved. But those five steps may as well be five miles. Her grip tightened as he moved, the blunt edge of her nails pressing small crescents into his shoulder, while the other curled deep into his hair. Tiny pinpricks of fire raced through his scalp, encouraging him to move faster, a similar signal to when he was buried deep inside her and she needed more of him. "Patience, love. We're almost there."

"Ignis." She sighed into his throat, the ends of her hair brushing against the sensitive underside of his jaw, and a warm tongue swirls in the notch of his collarbone. He knows she feels it the moment his body rebels. His stride faltering, the increasing thunder of his pulse in his ears, echoed by the pitter-pat of her own heart against his chest. By some Astral's blessing, his knees brush against the soft mattress sides, the sensation so unexpected that his grip falters and his lover slides free. Landing in a surge of giggles and squeaking springs, gentle fingers slid from the safety of his neck to his chest, and tugged lightly on the lapels of his shirt. His spine obeying the silent command to bend down as plush lips find his ear once more. "Come celebrate with me."

#i heart ignis #ignis x reader #i love ignis #blind ignis #ignis scientia #yes ignis is my favorite character #ignis #ffxv #ffxv ignis #blind ignis scientia #ignis scientia x reader #older ignis #older ignis scientia x reader #blind ignis scientia x reader #blind!ignis

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