#goddess of love. pft. more like goddess of

[keepmovinjunior]

meg, coming back and immediately seeing timon and ariel trying to Fix Her Relationship™️ with aphrodite

[gangplanksorenji]

Kinknuary Day 4: Rimming

Pairing: fromis_9 Saerom x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,284

[Kinknuary Masterlist]

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“Is it too early? Is this maybe too fast?” 

“Maybe, no one cares about it, anyway.”

Saerom is a deceptive one, truly an audacious individual to look upon as she’s not afraid of anything that’s even a threat. Maybe that’s too much exaggeration but you get it, she’s really brave. 

Well, there’s always a story before such a captivating foreplay—all things have their own beginnings and you know not all of them are worth sharing but this was an interesting approach…

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“So, you were dumped?”

“Yeah, girls are sometimes unfathomable, honestly…”

“Hey!” Saerom lightly slaps your shoulder as she feels a little offended with your remarks, and you, absolutely not directing it to her. “Not all girls are like that, she’s just probably a douchebag.”

“Eh, not really. She’s just too sensitive and wild to the point that everything just went downhill…” You gulp a shot of whiskey and end up with a groan, the bitterness and burning sensation in your throat is the reason but you love it. “You?”

“Eh, nothing much, honestly.” Saerom scoffs, then sheepishly blows some air as she feels uninterested in bringing anything up. “Maybe cutting some slack from the draining times days ago.”

“So it’s a tedious one—a job I assume?”

“Pft—hm, yeah, but apart from that, I feel a bit lonely too at home so that’s why I just wanna go here.” Saerom then sips a shot of tequila as she averted her eyes towards you, looking deeply into your soul as she smirks in satisfaction and sudden delight. 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend? Or someone to lay onto—”

“Nah, I would want to date someone if given the chance…”

You eagerly fixed your sitting position, your focus all towards her as you plant an expression of shock, wondering how a beautiful girl like Saerom could sit here with no one to lean on.

“Tch, can’t believe a beautiful girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend or mutuals with…”

Saerom lightly giggles from your teasing as she finds it wholesome, and now is maybe the time to plant the strike that she’s been longing for the start.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You scoff as your face immediately averted against her slowly, feeling shy and flustered with her compliments directed to you. It wasn’t really that much on your own perspective but you appreciate her compliments. It’s not like you don’t want any but you weren’t expecting them to be like this straightforward and immediate.

“And you’re very pretty, Saerom…”

Saerom covers her face with her hands as she gets shy from your retaliating compliment. It struck better than hers as you can see the blush on cheeks, getting flustered with own flowering compliments as she tries to brush it off.

“Yah, you’re getting drunk now—I’d love to be your company for today, if you want it though. I’d like to get to know you more… ”

“I mean, I meant it—you’re goddamn pretty and why not? I’m just going to be alone after this…”

Saerom inches closer towards you as she stares at you endearingly as you were captivated with it, her hands palming onto yours as she wants you to fulfill her proposal.

“Well, you’ve made yourself lucky—consider this as a date, in all terms.”

Saerom immediately latched her lips onto your cheek, parting a kiss onto the soft, porcelain skin as your ears got red, flustered with her fervorous actions of affection. You then cup her cheeks and pull her for a kiss as she eagerly reciprocates but for not too long, she pulls from your soft flesh as she wants something that will make the both of you even more comfortable with each other.

“Let’s take this somewhere we can only see, shall we?” Saerom proposes as you eagerly responded in an unhesitant agreement to it.

“Yeah, I’d love to, Saerom…”

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Such events came out and happened in a flash—within a blink of an eye, you’re now sharing a beautiful, torrid kiss with this gorgeous woman that even goddesses can be in shambles. 

You can defend that truthfully, her curves and her perfectly-sculpted ass was enough as an evidence as you laid your eyes onto those, Saerom giggling as she’s seeing you in awe just by looking at her body.

“God is a fucking woman, and that’s you, Saerom—fuck, you’re hot—”

“And you can ruin the goddess, baby—do you know how I’ve been deprived of this?”

You continue kissing her neck and caressing her waist as you come up onto an estimated conclusion, “I don’t know—weeks? Months?”

Saerom moans as you avert your lips onto peppering her skin with kisses as she faintly responds, “It’s rhetorical, baby, but, you’re right—I’ve been longing for this—god, you’re a gifted kisser.”

“She made me like this—”

“Hey—” Saerom held your chin with her hand, then glaring at you because of your reminiscent remarks about your ex, and she didn’t like it. “—I know you still want her but please, let me be the only one that will cloud your mind and I don’t want you to be hurt just by thinking about her, okay?”

You frantically nod with her reassurance, and then exchanging grins as the both of you felt butterflies immediately and without wasting any second, you latch onto each other’s lips again, fighting and dominating for affection. After a hot minute of kissing, you soon pull out as you keep your hands on her waist, admiring the epitome of beauty as your eyes lit in awe.

“God, Saerom—your body is perfect…”

“Oh, baby, stop it, but—” Saerom then held your hands as she took control with it, making it caress her smooth skin and then roaming around her beautifully-sculpted body leisurely. “—what part of my body do you love?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Ah!” Saerom yelps as got caught off-guard with your sudden spank on her backside, herself smiling with the fact that you genuinely appreciate that part of her body. 

“It’s your ass, Saerom—it’s just perfect and thick.”

“Then what do you want to do with it, hm?”

She got you. She reads you like a book and because everything’s just too obvious to lie, you let everything out as your primal desires are slowly taking over. With both of your faces just inches closer towards each other, the atmosphere heated up way too fast as everything seems to be going as you like.

“I wanna spank it until it’s red, Saerom.”

“Yes, baby—more—” Saerom moans as you tease her with your words and your wants, and not going to lie, it’s turning you on so fucking much.

“After that, I wanna slowly tease your puckered hole with my fingers as I hear and watch you let out a series of whimpers.”

“God—fuck, yes baby—more!”

“After that, I’ll lower my head and fucking tease my tongue onto your snug hole as spank your bubble butt again and again—”

“Yes, baby—fuck, this is turning me on—fuck—more!”

You can’t really contain it anymore. The way you’re talking so dirty to her is making the feral beast inside you impossible to be shackled anymore yet the teasing makes everything exciting as ever, and with Saerom’s moans in response with your talks, it just fuels the fire of lust inside you.

“I’ll eat your ass out like I was starving for days and let you cum with my fingers—I’ll fuck my tongue against your hole and taste your scrumptious butt while you can’t help but moan in need—”

“Enough, baby—fuck…”

You immediately paused the lustful profanities spilling out of your mouth as your eyebrow furrowed, feeling the hint of fear as her commanding voice is the reason behind it.

“Why?”

“I want it now, baby… No more teasing~”

Her saccharine tone lures you into falling under her lustful spell, a forbidden technique that captivates the weaker ones like you. It’s her voice that enamored you as your hands coursed its way to the hem of her leather jacket, caressing it and then slowly undress it to ignite the fuel of foreplay.

“Your outfit really looks good on you, by the way.”

“Thanks… Love to experiment fashion sometimes, y’know?”

“Relatable, but it’s better when those are on the floor—”

“Relax your horny ass, pervert~” Saerom teases with a mischievous and sarcastic tone as she tops it off with a hint of a giggle. She isn’t mad at anything but rather appreciates it and it’s even turning her on and you can say it’s evident with the blush on her cheeks. Saerom then had her face inches against you again, lifting your chin as you took the time to worship her god-like figure.

“Is it too early though?”

“What do you mean?” You shake your head a little, confused on what Saerom’s trying to implicate.

“Like—is it too early? Is this maybe too fast?” 

You scoff as you caress her cheeks, assuring her that everything’s on a great pace and all are on the right track of events. You even doubt someone may barge into the restroom or come in as all you can hear are the ebullient sounds off in the distance, far from where the both of you are.

“Maybe, no one cares about it, anyway.”

One by one, you strip the clothing that’s been concealing the true beauty that she's been hiding. With yourself being unstoppable, you didn’t mind anything as your eyes are only locked in her scrumptious backside as the curves defining the perfectly-sculpted art of her body never fails to amaze you as it’s mouthwatering—

“Wait until you see the rest of me, baby~”

“Yeah, I can’t wait, Saerom.”

With the dexterity of your fingers, you deftly undress her pants, starting from unbuckling her belt and now, meeting the sight of her milky, thick thighs that can probably suffocate anyone that lays an attempt to it—and you’ll be glad to volunteer on that. With only her white thong left to undress, you take a look to admire her figure as her spankable ass is now within your grasp’s reach yet you refrain from doing it, wanting to eye on it as you build up the tension between the both of you.

“God, Saerom—this ass is incredibly perfect—you’re such a perfect one… The curves—everything, fuck…”

“Oh, baby, you’re so generous~ What are you waiting for—ahh! Ooh!”

A harsh spank reverberates around the tiny room as the jiggling of the smooth skin of her butt hypnotizes you, Saerom then moaning as a response from your harsh actions. You then tease her backside with the dexterity of your fingers, drawing a line towards her snug hole as you circle it, adding the fire onto lust she’s been feeling as she whines audibly as a voice of her rising satisfaction.

“Baby, please—let my hole be used—I’ve been dying to feel something up my ass…”

“Come on, Saerom—you just need to be patient…”

She begged you for something to be provoked but rather became defeated as the feral beast inside you becomes contained, waiting for the right opportunity as the reward is no longer too far to be in your reach, and hers. You work onto teasing her puckered hole as the juices of her wet cunt streams down it and to her thighs, making things hard for her as her arousal is unmatched, her needs wanting to be attended as soon as possible but you have the upper hand and you’ll do everything on your own accord.

With the temptation being held back running low, you can’t really contain it anymore as you bring yourself onto your knees, opting for the climax of the anticipatingly stupendous show. With her face leveled down her scrumptious butt, you slowly tease your tongue onto her snug entrance as the wetness and the cold sensation of your tongues makes Saerom yelp in shock as pleasure runs down her veins with your masterclass. You draw circles down her clit, lapping every delicious nectar you can catch running down towards her puckered hole as the taste of it makes you incredibly addicted, drawing more attention onto eating her ass out than everything else. Of course, Saerom couldn’t contain the satisfaction she’s been experiencing as her lustfully-angelic moans bless your ears, further making everything worth her while—and the fact that she isn't really that loud enough for others to probably barge in to know what’s happening is the cherry on top.

With the skillful talent of your tongue stimulating her asshole, Saerom can’t help but shower you with compliments which further ignites you to give it all.

“God, baby—I’ve never felt, fuck—s-so good with someone eating m-my—gah—ass! Keep doing that b-baby! Please don’t fucking s-stop—oh god!”

And you wouldn’t dare disappoint her even on the lowest extent possible.

You grab her hips as the leverage for more grip to skillfully eat her ass out. You devour her hole like it’s hunnid-Michelin-star meal that no one can top off as every second upon eating her luscious hole is cherished and treasured. You raise the pace of the dance of your tongue as your fingers then go to her succulent pussy again, fingering it as her moans increase in volume, forming an orchestra with broken melodies and imperfectly-perfect music to be in the works thanks to her. Wanting such diversity, you alternate between inserting your fingers, knuckle-deep, up in her ass and fucking it slowly—and god, the clenching of her tight walls in every thrust you do is insane—and the lustful acts of your tongue doing such a great work onto stimulating her onto madness.

“You like it, Saerom?”

“I’m not gonna moan this much if I didn’t like you eating me out—fuck, I’m close, make me cum please…”

Such desperation is laced in every word she says as she’s chasing her own orgasm. Fulfilling her request and wanting yourself a treat of a lifetime, you doubled your efforts on eating her ass with all your heart’s desire as she fingers herself onto her peak. With her puckered hole continuously clenching and relaxing, you know that her orgasmic end is coming soon as within your skillful advances towards her hole, it’s just going to get more euphoric than that.

“Fuck, baby—I’m going to c-cum, all over your face!”

“Then do it for me, Saerom.” She’s unable to contain it all and with your given green light, there wasn’t much of a choice to really prevent her from that desired high. “Cum for me.”

A deafening scream has been unshackled as her knees become weak, her grip onto the sink tightening as she sprays her nectar all over your face and neck. As she erupts with a high magnitude, her juices coats every inch of your face as it tasted succulent, humming in satisfaction as the vibration sends herself into overdrive, further pleasuring her. Her hole constricts around your tongue as she rides out her high, teasing it for now as you give her some time to breathe. Now with herself recovered from her earlier orgasm, she commanded you to continue eating her ass out as she isn’t falling deaf to your ears.

There was no more foreplay—there never was, to begin with—-anymore as you started with such an incredible skill that made her yelp in pleasure as your tongues danced around her snug hole like you have something to prove to her. The painful tent in your pants is now growing inevitably hard to the point that you couldn’t contain to suppress your carnal needs anymore, so with still your mouth lathering her scrumptious holes with saliva and eating it with all your heart’s desire, you quickly unbuckle your belt and undress your pants and boxers as your cock is now freed from it’s frustrating clothed prison. She noticed it as it amazes her, being in awe with still her sinful mouth letting out the lustful profanities and moans that blesses your ears. You then stop yourself from eating her out as you spit onto your cock, aiding some lubrication as you want to stroke yourself in tandem with the thrust you make onto her asshole.

“Don’t you wanna fuck my p-pussy—oh god—or my a-ass, hm, baby? Fuck, t-that feels so good…”

“We’ll save that for later, Saerom.”

As you maintain the pace of your tongue, you then start touching yourself as the sight of her constant clenching and her pussy dripping with her juices is such an arousing sight to the point that your cock is now rock-hard and twitching in every stroke you do. After a hot minute of tongue-fucking her asshole and stroking yourself onto your desired promised land, you offered yourself onto the primal abyss of lust, further igniting your wants on coating her dumptruck of an ass full of your thick, white seed as that though really turns you the fuck on. Without anymore time to spare, you double the efforts onto tongue-fucking her as you stimulate her hole with your fingers too, Saerom then letting out series of needy cries of sensitivity and pleasure as you stroke yourself in a lightning-fast pace, wanting to catch your own orgasm too.

“Fuck, Saerom—I’ll gonna cum so fucking soon. You won’t mind coating your fat ass full of cum, don’t you?”

“Fuck—I d-don’t really mind it—here—” Saerom then quickly gets her phone onto her purse, giving it you immediately as she proposes something that piqued your interest. “Take a picture of my ass full of your cum, okay?”

“Got it, baby.”

Now getting up, you point your throbbing member onto the porcelain skin of her ass, making it a canvas as you want to paint every inch white. Without anyone stopping you, you stroke yourself within a pace unimaginable, chasing your long-awaited orgasm as the familiar knot on your loins is now within a hand’s reach, aiming your length now at her ass. There’s no turning back anymore as you let out an unholy moan, thick shots of semen erupting out of your slit as her ass becomes painted white with your treasure seed, Saerom then moaning on tandem with you, aiming to extend your orgasm with her further arousing act. The warmth of your seed satisfies Saerom as she wiggles her ass for you, the remnants of your cum dripping down her thighs and some onto her puckered hole. You then grab your phone onto the sink as you hurriedly take a picture of her cum-coated ass, wanting to make a memory that you’ll savor as Saerom giggles from the thought, finding it rather fluttering that you followed what she suggested.

“So sad I didn’t get to see you cum, baby—but that won’t be unattended for too long now…” Saerom teases you with her mischievous tone as her fingers trace a sample of your cum, tasting it as you anticipate her judgment. To your surprise, she hummed soundly, satisfied with the delicious taste of your load that she'll treasure later.

“Now clean me up—you’ll be in my place tonight…” She hands you some napkins from her purse as you immediately wipe her soft skin, cleaning up the mess you’ve made as a gift from her.

“Your place?”

You know you were rewarded once she came that hard earlier, and with her further confirmation, who are you to decline?

“Yes, and maybe we’ll get to know more about each other…”

“Hah, Saerom—can’t waste this one, so, I’ll be your guest.”

This was unprecedented and unanticipated by you but leaving her needs hanging off a cliff is the last thing you’d want to see. Without any time to waste, the both of you dressed and fixed yourselves up as the day is long enough for more things to happen, and you can’t wait for what she can showcase to you more than what you could possibly imagine…

[littleladymab]

FebruarOC - Beryl

today we're talking about Beryl Dawn from my affectionately nicknamed "07 Nano" project that I think i've posted about on here before. (I went checking and what the hell I FORGOT I EVEN DID A SECOND DRAFT OF THE BEGINNING) And as a treat for me, I've picked the others of the main quartet for their respective letters for this month. 

Beryl (like Ren) was one of the founding characters for this project after I took a short story I (started to, lbr, it wasn't finished) write about a boy being tasked to go bring back a girl that was kidnapped. Which sounds very, "huh??" when put that way. And as I've talked about before, I've got "city dwellers" and "hill folk" and a super basic-level dichotomy set up between the cultures that at the time I thought was good world building but i know enough now to say "girl that ain't it" at my past self. 

In this setting, there is a swathe of land that's sort of a no-man's land. The Hill Folk are cut off from their elements/gods and the City Dwellers think that it is too wild. It is, for all intents and purposes, a demon grave yard. What are these demons? Pft don't ask me I never explained it. I don't think I even had an inkling kicking around in my head. 

But there was one from the City Dwellers that would go and dig up the graves of demons and using their bones to carve masks and he gave them to people and they got the nick-name Grave Robbers. Now this, unfortunately, is knowledge that was lost to time before I'm pretty sure I had an idea of what Cantur was up to and what the Deacon was for (more on that in Sam's post later this month), but for the life of me I can't remember, and I didn't write any external notes (or any that survived like three laptop crashes). So I can't tell you anything about that. 

Beryl was taken when she was super young and given a Raven mask. Upon donning the mask, the Grave Robber is robbed (badum tss) of their memories and they become a semi-host for the spirit in the mask. She lived as Raven for a few years until Ren Hari showed up and said he'd come to bring her back to the Hill Folk and if she would be so kind as to go with him that would be great. 

As for the Hill Folk lore, the culture is divided into four seasons and each season is divided into two elements. Beryl is a Spring Water cleric (I don't know why I called them clerics probably too much Forgotten Realms/Dragonlance). I went a step further because i'm an Extra Bitch(tm) and I like forbidden romances and I made her and Ky (you'll see her later too) part of a division of "nymphs" which is an all female-division of their Spring element (Wood and Water) and they were extra forbidden from falling in love/being with a man (note: I didn't take queer anything into consideration, which would change in a rewrite)

Now, Beryl-as-Raven was considered a Fallen in the eyes of the Hill Folk elders because, strictly by their rules she "turned her back on her goddess" (we can't get too deep into it now this is just an intro to the character). Technically they would have let her remain as a City Dweller except the priestess of the Spring Water Nymphs had a vision and that means that the goddess hadn't completely given Beryl up for lost. So they sent Ren to get her (I'll talk more about that on his post). 

However once they get back, before they can review Beryl's case, a massive uprising of Fallen/discontent Hill Folk/City Dwellers doing something idk attack the main establishment of the Hill Folk and everything falls into chaos. 

So by the rules, Beryl is still a Fallen because they never could revoke her status, even though she has returned to them and has gained favor from her goddess to use her magic again. 

She and Ren use this loophole to carry out a relationship because, if things ever settle and they fully review her case and revoke the Fallen status, then she will be fully reinstated as a Spring Water Nymph and that will be BAD NEWS BEARS for Ren, who could be severely punished for being intimate with her. 

Now which of these rules and practices will I carry over? Fuck if I know, this isn't the time to figure that out. For now, enjoy this conversation between Beryl and Ren when she agrees to go back with him.

[shadowofroses]

Mother of Demons

Demon Slayer

Pairings: Lilith (OC) x Muzan

Warnings: Religion, Abrahamic Demons, Language, Incubus, succubus, mentions of Feeding via Sex, Witches, Offerings, Ritual.

Partially on Ao3 for Story Ideas

Story:

There wasn’t much that Bothered Muzan Kibutsuji. He just wanted to be whole, not ill. He mastered this. Thanks to a concoction he created of the Blue Spider Lily. The only pain was, it was a rare flower that he had a hard time finding after the initial flowers. 

Initial flowers provided by a woman who also had an illness, foriegn. Exchange? If he found a cure, to provide it for her as well. While Muzan was considered the King of Demons.

Lilith would be known as the Mother of Demons. For she provided for Muzan the means to create. 

Both happy that they could cure themselves, but now a separate thing all together they had to overcome. The Daylight. 

They went their separate ways. For a while at least. 

Lilith returned with more Blue Spider Lilies in an attempt to encourage him to create or perfect it. So that maybe he could create something to counter act the daylight, or even the blood lust. Once she returned to Japan, however, he was nowhere to be found. Demon Slayers were abound everywhere. 

Japan was far from a safe place. 

Eventually Lilith found Muzan again. The Flowers have died. So she gave it to him in the form of Dried flowers. A Blue Spider Lily oil as well. 

He in turn offered his blood, which he learned can make demons, and make demons powerful. Under his control even. 

She respected Muzan, but one thing she appreciated was her Freedom. She stayed around for a bit, and knew how he treated his creations. While He helped those who were weaker, ill etc. He encouraged the blood lust and chaos. 

Lilith loved her creations she called Children. Encouraged them to find different ways to feed and become stronger.  

He didn’t like it that she didn’t want his blood. Instead She offered a few vials of hers, in exchange for a few vials of his. Neither wanted to be under control of the other. To Muzan, she was no longer an equal, but a threat. She was the wild card. But he played along with this. His experiments to walk during the day. Her experiments to have different means of feeding, and creating. 

Lilith adored babies. She was determined to birth her children, and for them to continue that way. 

She would stay away from Muzan as much as she could. Make him come to her even though she found the flowers in Japan herself. She managed seeds from the flowers. Dug up a couple of plants as well to bring them home. 

Her home with her sweet children. 

Soon she was able to get more power, not by sexual acts or by taking energy. Soon, beautiful human witches were making pacts and offerings to her. 

Willing offerings. 

Like she was some sort of Goddess. 

She wasn’t but who was she to not eat it up and savor every moment. 

An explosion sounded outside of her abode. She sighed, She would never be able to hide from Muzan and his Twelve Kizuki. 

Footsteps sounded as Lilith refused to look away from her mirror. Watching as a coven raised energy for a ritual and making an offering of sexual energy to her. She watched as a tattooed man walked up behind her in the mirror, “Akaza, what can I do for you today?” 

“Give me the Blue Spider Lilies.” 

Lilith hummed, turning into a moan as he watched energy feed from the mirror and flow into her body. “Would you like some energy?”

“Pft. I want the flowers.”

“I didn’t take you for one to go flower picking, rather cute of you Akaza.”

“Can it.”

“That’s no way to talk to a Lady.” 

“Spider Lilies now.” He reached out causing Lilith to sigh. 

“I can’t give those to you, they are out of season, and only bloom three days out of the year Silly Demon.” Lilith stretched as she waved over the mirror. “I’ll allow their request…” referring to the coven wanting her favor for a fertility ritual before turning to look Akaza in the eyes. “Even then Blue Spider Lilies can only be found in Japan.” 

Akaza frowned.  “Where?” 

“Sanzu River.” she responded plainly. 

“Quit it with the bullshit. That’s a Myth.”

“My dear Akaza, we Demons are a Myth.” Lilith chuckled running a finger underneath his chin. Pinching his chin intimately so that he would look down to her. “We exist, River Styx exists, Sanzu River exists.” she hummed out before going to spout a lie. “They are easier to find the closer one is to death.”

Akaza frowned at that. “Great…”

“Closer to death, one can transverse the Rivers. Pick flowers certain times of the year, be brought back to life, one will have the flowers on them, However one cannot be greedy. Never take more than 25% of a plant especially if you want it to continue to regrow. However the flowers only bloom during the day.”

“What do you suggest?” 

“Keep some humans close to death near you on your travels. Eventually they will find and transverse these waters and find the flowers for you.” Lilith shrugged, “Save them, turn them demons I don’t care, once they are brought back the flowers will be in their hands, and you can even let them die by the sunlight once they transform for all I care.”

“Here I thought you cared for us Demons…” Akaza sneered. 

She smiled lovingly, “I care for my children, yes, however you are Muzan’s. Not mine. If you like I can write Dear Muzan a letter regarding what to do about the Spider Lilies, but I cannot guarantee which days they will bloom either. You would have to be on a constant look out.”

He tilted his head up grinning, “you could always come back with me and explain that yourself.”

Lilith laughed, “I’m not interested in getting killed anytime soon Akaza. Besides, all Muzan needs to talk to me is a Mirror and maybe a small blood offering. I tend to answer my calls.”

“Mother, do I have permission to feed?” you turned seeing a deformed Sucubus. 

“Darlin, yes. In fact, possess a human and work in a whore house for a while.” She responded rubbing her hand against the Sucubus’s cheek. “That should keep you quite content for a while.”

“I don’t want to be a Glutton…”

Lilith chuckled, “My children are not gluttons.” she kissed the succubus on the head, “Now go.” 

Akaza had tilted his head at the interaction. Comparing Lilith to Muzan. She wasn’t a Weak demon, she was on par if not stronger than Akaza. On par with Muzan? Akaza was unsure of it.

Almost as if reading his mind she smiled, “As I said, I’m not on Par with Muzan, as I don’t eat humans in the same sense as he does. Muzan is a powerful demon, and I haven’t allowed him to control me. I’m a Threat in that sense, and I’m not willing to hand over my control. Even if it would make me more powerful.” Almost as if she read his mind. Her hand waved in front of her mirror again, “Anything else I can help you with?”

Lilith bit her lip placing a finger on her chin as she looked up at him again. He knew the ploy. She wanted to eat his energy, his strength. He wasn’t a weak human. She would get strong feeding off of him. “We’ll be in touch Lady Lilith.” he took his leave. 

Lilith frowned looking around, knowing that she would have to move her location again. 

But what was the point? 

She’d always be found.

[howlingday]

I’m really glad you liked my Arkos and Heresy prompt, I’ve got a follow up for you:

*Team JNPR is working out in Beacon’s gym*

*Jaune and Pyrrha are doing partner exercises*

Pyrrha: Excellent work today, Jaune. You’ve really improved.

Jaune: Thanks, but it’s all thanks to my amazing teacher. By the way, what’s with the bucket? *points to metal bucket off to the side*

Ren: That's in case you two get overheated.

Jaune: Overhe- We are not that bad!

Ren: Last week you two almost tore each other’s clothes off during stretches.

Jaune: Um...

Pyrrha: Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.

Ren: I’m keeping it on standby, just in case.

Pyrrha: Fine. Anyway, I need to grab a drink. *walks off to water fountain*

*team CRDL enters the gym*

Jaune: Hey, Cardin, how’s it going?

Cardin: Pretty good, getting to make you submit in our next match.

Jaune: I think you’ll find coming out on top more difficult than you think.

Nora: Dove, Lark, great timing, I need a couple spotters.

Dove: Sure, as long you spot me.

Jaune: Huh, since when is Nora so chummy with your teammates?

Cardin: No idea, they’ve been hanging out with her and Blake a lot lately.

*both turn to see Pyrrha doing barbell squats*

Cardin: Holy shit, that's a lot of weight.

Jaune: *sighs dreamily* Yeah, she’s amazing. Pyrrha’s like a goddess of war and love come to earth. I’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world.

Cardin: Hey, you’re pretty impressive yourself. *runs his hand over Jaune’s back* Your back muscles are super tight. *lifts up Jaune’s shirt* And your abs, I could do laundry these.

Jaune: Thanks, man. But I’m pretty jealous of your arms. *holds Cardin’s biceps* You could crush soda cans with these pythons.

Pyrrha: *intensely watching Jaune and Cardin caress and praise each other*

Ren: Do you need the bucket, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: …maybe.

Hand me the shovel. I am digging this.

Nora: (Benching 150)

Dove: So, I was thinking about branching out. You know, starting one of those online chat rooms?

Lark: That's not a bad idea, but I don't think the world's ready for it. (Nora sets the bar on the rack, Dove helps remove weight) What do you think, Nora?

Nora: Hm... Well, I do like the idea of a chat room, or maybe even a forum, but our group is still a bit of a niche genre. I mean, outside of Beacon, how many people know enough about our leaders?

Dove: That's... actually a really good point. It almost doesn't sound like you, Nora.

Nora: Plus, I don't think the digital world is ready for my art.

Lark: (Sits on the bench) And there it is.

Pyrrha: I mean, I want to be supportive, and I know Cardin has changed since Forever Fall.

Ren: (Bicep curling) Mhm.

Pyrrha: But still, the thought of Cardin naked in our bed is just (Shudders), you know?

Ren: (Shifting arms) Mhm.

Pyrrha: But still, the thought of Jaune taking over, (Brearhes heavily, Blushing red) asserting himself, forcing his will, using Cardin as his personal f- (SPLASH!) AAAIE!! REN!

Ren: (Sets down his weight) It wasn't me.

Russell: (Scowling) It was me. What makes you think Jaune would be dominant?

Pyrrha: (Haughtily chuckles) Maybe because I know from personal experience.

Russell: Sure, when he's with you, but maybe he's a switch, or he's a bottom, and you're just simping too hard to take over?

Pyrrha: Why you-!

Cardin: Done! (Pushes out on the leg press, Engages the safety latches) You want a round?

Jaune: Nah, I'm good. I'm going for function, not fashion.

Cardin: Huh? What's that mean?

Jaune: Well, the leg press is just a bodybuilder work-out, right? You don't actually exercise the muscles, you just tone them to make them look good. (Rubs his hand up and down Cardin's thigh) But damn, do these look good~.

Cardin: Ha! Thanks, Jaune. I guess you're right, but I'm gonna keep doing it. Gotta keep these thighs nice and thick~.

Jaune: With two Cs or a CK~?

Cardin: Four Qs~.

Jaune: Pft! (Laughs hard) Ah, damn, that's good!

[harunayuuka2060]

MC (when they were 13): I'm going to pray to the goddess of love to give me date this Valentines!

Raphael (posing as Pinocchio with an appearance of a 15-year-old): There's no such goddess.

MC: Why do you know?!

Raphael: *pokes their forehead* Because I'm more knowledgeable than you.

MC: *frowns* Ha-ha. Is that why your name is Pinocchio? Too much "knowledge" there, bud.

Raphael: *whacks their head*

MC: Ouch! Child abuse!

Raphael: That's discipline.

MC: *pouts* *tries to whack him back but he's taller than them*

Raphael: *smug smile*

MC: Just so you wait! I will be taller than you!

Raphael: *leans closer* In your dreams. *smirks*

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MC: *standing in a corner while watching their crush dancing with someone else*

Raphael: *looks at MC*

MC: *smiles* They look good together.

Raphael: Are you not angry?

MC: No. I'm just sad. I thought he likes me back. Guess I was the only one who's thinking that way.

Raphael: *pulls them closer to him* Let's go.

MC: Hmm? Where are we going?

Raphael: I don't know. Somewhere? You're going to end up crying if we stay longer.

MC: Who says I'm crying over something trivial!

Raphael: Pft. You're already tearing up.

MC: I am not!

Raphael: *holds their hand and starts dragging them*

MC: Pinocchio!

Raphael: Shut up. We're going.

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Raphael: *brings them to a bridge* We're here.

MC: ... *looks at him suspiciously*

Raphael: What?

MC: You're not planning to push me off the bridge, are you?

Raphael: *frowns at them* Where did you even get that idea? Here. *gives them a pebble*

MC: Huh? What am I going to do with this?

Raphael: Throw it into the water then yell your wish.

MC: Woah! This is a magic pebble?!

Raphael: ...

Raphael: It depends on how you believed it is. So maybe.

MC: I'm throwing it in!

Raphael: Sure. Go ahead.

MC: *throws the pebble into the water* *it makes a "plop" sound*

MC: *inhales* *screams* I WANT TO MARRY A DEMON!

Raphael: *glares at MC* What did you just say?

MC: I want to marry a demon?

Raphael: *whacks their head* You-!

MC: Ouch! Why you keep on hitting me?!

Raphael: You could have wished for an angel! Why a demon?!

MC: *thinks* Because demons are sexy?

Raphael: *whacks them again*

[emiliaclarkesdragons]

Being Loki’s S.O would include:

— him telling you about his favourite battles, most of which include when Thor is nearly defeated

— pranks, lots of those

— you learning about Asgard

— “I’ll take you there one day, y/n, I promise”

— him singing to you when your upset

— he shows you all the tricks he loved when he was younger

— “tell me about your family” he’ll say every time you ask him about his mother

— him needing extra support on the anniversary of his mother’s death. you giving him some flowers you think she would like for him to put up in honour

— “I made this for you.” and it’ll be some obscure jewellery or ornament that somehow reflects your relationship perfectly

— “okay, but…”

— “boo!” You’ll jump out at him when he’s walking up the stairs or round the corner and he’ll say, “you got me” when really he knew you were there the whole time

— him discovering social media and scrolling through endless fashion blogs of tumblr and Pinterest

— googling himself!! “that is not how it went!” He’ll say, “y/n, how do I get them to change this??”

— “y/n…” he’ll say in an innocent tone, one which you just know he’s up to something or has a ridiculous idea. “Can we get a snake?”

— “here’s the thing…”

— “if you carry on, I’ll call Thor” you’ll say. “Pft, Thor does not scare me-“ he’ll reply, thinking he’s cleaver. Until you say, “okay, hulk then,” you’ll smirk, “yeah, I’ll get hulk” and you’ll pretend to ring hulk up because Loki still hasn’t grasp the idea of a mobile yet

— “you can’t keep magic-ing your clothes, I’m taking you shopping”

— teaching you asgardian ways, like “another!”

— having dinner prepared when you get home

— candles and pamper days every week

— “I’m just human” you’ll say and he’ll always reply with “your a god/goddess to me” while caressing your check, which of course makes you blush, which he finds super cute

feel free to add more :)

[wh6res]

taeil — part of the my bloody valentine collection.

prompt. soulmates are connected by a red string.

synopsis. taeil thinks the whole system is bullshit. he needs to take matters into his own hands.

warnings. tread cautiously. swearing, mentions of death, blood, mentions of kidnapping, violence, turning a 'lil dubcon near the end, severe stockholm syndrome, manipulation 

disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you don’t like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldn’t act like this in real life. 

thank you to. sexeh sam @yukwonghei, cutie charlie @dundun-baby, and baby rina @greenish-taro for beta-reading!

since he was a kid, he’s fantasized about meeting his soulmate. creating scenario after scenario of how he’d meet ‘the one’ as he had cheesily addressed and had absolutely freaked when he finally saw the red string tied around his right wrist on his 20th birthday—courtesy of the soulmate rules of the universe, where one will finally be able to see the string tied around their body once they’ve come of age. 

for years before he met that other soul who’s destined to be with him, taeil would stare at the red thread lying across the floor, disappearing under the gap of his door and out to the world unknown. he’d be so distracted, so aloof and in his own world as he anticipates the long-awaited day until his professor calls him out—“moon! do yourself a favor and stop daydreaming!”

until his friends snap him out of it—“thinking of them again? really?”

until his parents shake him out of his thoughts—“don’t worry, i bet they’ll love you!”

sometimes he just loved staring at the string, it was something so measly as a bunch of threads intricately woven together yet it held such a symbol in today’s world. call him lovesick or stupid but was it really wrong to feel excited? taeil’s even betting the person on the other side of this string is just as excited as he was, if not more. 

in the man’s eyes, the strings are a symbol of something more than love—it symbolized the person the universe has created especially for him and no one else. 

taeil can’t even imagine a world without these strings. how difficult it would be, to love and invest in someone who will only end up breaking your heart? no, the strings also meant reassurance. 

assurance that he won’t get hurt. 

an assurance of faithfulness. 

he had only been a wide-eyed fresh grad looking for some place to intern when it happened. like a scene right out of a cheesy romance movie—he felt the persistent tugs of the string before finally meeting his soulmate. well, using the word meet to describe the whole ordeal is a huge stretch because it was more of a holy shit, is that my soulmate? rather than a hi, i'm your soulmate, taeil!

he merely saw the back of her poised figure but taeil’s heart felt like it wanted to explode, his emotions a mess and feeling everything to the extremes. nervous. scared. anxiety. happiness. excitement—it was all coming at him like bullets. 

as taeil stared at her back, walking away, johnny kept shoving him forward, encouraging him to finally approach the person he’s been waiting for ever since that soulmate string appeared around his pinky. 

but he couldn’t—not because he was so anxious he’d accidentally vomit the 4-cheese whopper he had for lunch but due to the line of people trailing behind his soulmate like a bunch of baby ducks to their mom. the thought of coming up to his soulmate and introducing himself in front of all those people?

romantic, maybe, but taeil doesn’t have the stomach to do that. 

he remembers how much johnny had wolf whistled, unbelieving of the fact his friend managed to snag the possible heir to the company they’re attending an interview in as his soulmate. 

“lucky little asshole,” johnny muttered. 

taeil had been experiencing the post-effects of seeing his soulmate that he just weakly punched johnny’s arm for the heck of it. he probably didn’t even hear the name his younger friend had called him. taeil’s mind is clouding over, no thoughts in his head but the white polo shirt she wore, sleeves neatly rolled up, and the black pencil skirt hugging her legs and making her ass look so plump. 

focus. he needs to focus on the interview right now or else he won’t even have the chance to work here and officially meet her. everything the interviewer asked passed through his head like paper planes in a classroom, shamelessly asking the woman sitting before him to repeat the question, too busy reveling about how their soulmate story would be the cliché office-love. not that taeil minds, he’d love going to work together—

two weeks later, johnny receives an email of acceptance. taeil doesn’t.

the man nearly threw his laptop away out of sheer disbelief and anger. okay, sure, maybe he could’ve done better in the interview but he graduated with latin honors in college! and from a prestigious college at that. he shouldn’t even be applying as a mere intern with the skill set he had yet he went with it because he’d always dreamed of working there. 

and now knowing his soulmate is possibly someone who holds a high position in the company? everything just kept getting better and better for moon taeil. 

except for that fucking email—pft, or lack thereof. how can they not accept him when he’s more capable than johnny, anyway? for fuck’s sake! taeil doesn’t even ask that guy for rent and he’s so thick-skinned that he stayed up to this day and freeloaded off taeil’s food and shelter. 

the absolute unfairness of the situation makes taeil’s blood reach a fever point. he’s completely lossed it, leading him to spit “get the fuck out!” to the other male occupant in the apartment with eyes glaring and lips pulled into a nasty sneer. 

johnny’s never seen taeil this upset before and decided that he’d be better off abiding by the older man’s wishes instead of contradicting it. 

no. no. no. this can’t be happening. if taeil doesn’t work there, with her, all his sweet fantasies won’t come true and god forbid she ends up falling for another person in the company. 

anyone would be naturally drawn to taeil’s soulmate. in his eyes, she’s a goddess in the flesh. taeil doesn’t even need to see her face, from the few seconds he saw a glimpse of her, her presence and allure in itself is already eye-catching. the way her low ponytail swished from side to side as she walked, her back straight and head held high. 

taeil needs to see her again. maybe if she finds out he’s her soulmate she’ll put a good word in and he’ll get hired. 

yeah. yeah, that’s a good plan. 

“please get out of my office or i’ll call security.”

or not.

“no, wait. but i just said i’m your soulmate!” to further prove his point, he even raises up his pinky and sure enough the other end of the string is tied around hers. the incessant pull is there and if not for her sharp cold eyes anchoring him to the ground, taeil would’ve long been soaring high in cloud nine. 

“and i said i don’t care,” she snaps just as her fingers sneakily pressed a button in her phone. “i have a fiancé. the whole soulmate bullshit doesn’t apply to rich people. so for the fucking last time, get out of my office.”

“but—”

the double doors of the vice president’s office bounces off the walls when two burly guards barge in. dressed in a white long sleeves and those heavy tinted shades of glasses that taeil hates. the two men waste no time in hooking their arms underneath the smaller, frail man as he thrashes against their arms. 

“how can you not care about your soulmate?!” taeil can feel the beginning licks of the flames eating up his whole world as everything comes crashing down before his very eyes. “i’ve been—i’ve been waiting my whole life for you and this is how you treat me?!” 

he doesn’t know what hurts more, the scratch in his throat as he screamed with all his might or the stoic look written on her face as the guards haul him away. 

when johnny heard the news he’d never felt so sorry for his friend. rumors that initially circulated only between the executive board members had spread and trickled down to the common folk on the lower levels. johnny making it a mission to find out, had extracted himself from his usual cheery and extroverted self to blend in with the background. taeil has yet to talk to him after he got kicked out, so asking his friend—or ex-friend?—about what happened is out of the question. 

but like any other breed of rumor, the tale of their vice president’s soulmate barging in her office is ever changing through each mouth that tells the story. johnny doesn't know what to believe in. he’s been trying to put off a meeting with the older man ever since he started crashing in taeyong’s apartment instead. not that taeil himself even tried reaching out to johnny, anyway. 

so why should he, when he doesn’t even know what he did wrong?

but there’s a nagging voice at the back of johnny’s head. his conscience isn’t too loud but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there and it doesn’t need excessive volumes to be heard. all it takes is a second of distraction from the paperwork he does, attention straying from the task at hand, and his body will automatically be wracked with guilt. 

knowing how much taeil had waited for his soulmate to come to his life, knowing how taeil can readily give everything up for his soulmate without even meeting them yet… and now knowing taeil just got the worst ever rejection in his entire life?

johnny can’t possibly imagine the pain he’s going through. is he really going to choose now out of all times to be petty because taeil kicked him out when he didn’t even bother asking johnny for anything in return during his stay in the apartment?

so when taeil finally contacted him, the sketchyness of what he had asked for flew right over johnny’s head. rational thoughts flying out the window because taeil needs him, he should his friend after everything taeil did for him—

“hey, uhm… i need insider’s information, can you do that for me?”

you shook your head at the long story johnny told you. tuffs of your hair have escaped the intricate pigtails taeil has put your hair up in earlier before he left for work. he’s always hated having your hair messy, but at the moment you couldn’t find yourself to care. 

“i wouldn’t put it past taeil’s original soulmate…” you think aloud, mouth speaking before you can stop yourself as you stare disdainfully at the dulled string wrapped around your pinky—it lost its divine red glow after your captor had cut it off on the same day he whisked you away.

ironic, how easy it was to destroy something so important.

you backtracked, realizing the gravity of what you said before looking up at your captor’s friend. johnny doesn’t look all too impressed and he sighs at the pleading look in your eyes. please, don’t tell him.

“i guess you’re somewhat right…” he gives in, coursing his fingers through his hair. “taeil had been… very passionate on finding his soulmate. but i mean, come on, why’d you even marry someone who isn’t your soulmate? i don’t blame taeil for doing what he did to them.”

johnny ignores the way your breath hitches and your body halts all movement. “what—what did he do?”

“paid them a ‘lil visit after gathering enough resources from someone on the inside,” his face stoic, voice monotone. johnny doesn’t like talking about this one. “he studied their schedules, where they live, where they work, how they get to work, what time they sleep, what time they wake. then just one day…” 

he drags a finger across his neck.

“oh.” 

pathetically, it was all you can say. why did you even bother to ask, anyway? if taeil had been willing to exert force just to keep you in line, then he has the stomach for whatever gruesome deaths he subjected his soulmate and her fiancé to.

you nibble on your lip as you stare at the knot of thread lying on the floor. you don’t see the need to wear the collar wrapped around your neck when that knot is good enough a reminder that you’re now bound to taeil. that he’s fucked around with your destiny and decided he’ll have you out of all people. 

its hard to believe taeil once almost worshipped the soulmate bonds, not when all he’s ever done is look at it like it's the bane of his existence and calling it a curse to humanity.

“do you know that you’re—”

“that i’m the 5th? yeah, i know. i saw all the knots on his string.” you defeatedly say, a vivid image of the knots spaced across his string like tophies. “taeil doesn’t like me staring at them, though.”

and you yourself didn’t like staring at them. you never thought something so small and insignificant can mean something so sinister. the knots on his string acting like a body counter. will he get sick of you one day and you’ll just be another knot on his string?

“you’re nothing like his soulmate—i’m not insulting you or anything, i’m just saying the truth. the past girls all had at least something in common with her but you… nothing. not even your hair shines like hers, and that’s even after taeil has taken good care of you.”

this doesn’t soothe you in any sense and before you can open your mouth to retort, the familiar beeping of the code getting punched into the keypad cuts you off. 

taeil stood in the entrance as he shrugged off his coat, his polo crinkled at some areas and pieces of his hair had escaped that slicked back hairstyle. 

“you’re home early…”

your blood runs cold when he doesn’t even offer you a glance, skipping you out and immediately addressing johnny. “i thought i told you to go home already after delivering the food.”

you admire the way johnny’s eyes roll. must be nice not to be so fucking terrified of the man. “yeah, but your current sweetheart here was lonely and practically begged me to stay.”

the sting of betrayal never grows familiar. 

“i never said anything—”

“you did, have you forgotten already?” you hate the show of lust clouding in johnny’s eyes as he stares you down. this can’t be happening right now. “have you forgotten how you even came unto me? whined like a bitch about how taeil doesn’t even fuck you hard enough and you had to fake orgasms all the time?”

“that’s not true!” your frustration manifests as tears. they sting your eyes as you look at taeil. “i never said anything—”

but you pale when you realize they’re not even listening to you, the two guys fist bumping in the foyer and exchanging a few words like “thanks for telling me,” and “no problem, bro,” were heard before taeil is heatedly storming up to you. 

you feel numb as you look over taeil’s shoulder at the little smirk johnny shoots at you. have fun, he mouths mockingly and then he’s out the door, extracting himself from the mess he created. 

when taeil wordlessly drags you across the hallway, you thought he’ll make a right turn and into the bedroom but imagine your surprise when he pulls you instead towards the bathroom. he wastes no time throwing you against the cold hard tiles as he tells you only one thing. 

“strip.”

“taeil…”

“you don’t want to be replaced.” it doesn’t take a genius to know taeil had hit the nail on the head. all your movements come to a halt, looking up at him with an unreadable look in your face. “that’s your fear, isn’t it? that if you die, if i kill you, i can just look for another girl and you’d be forgotten at the snap of a finger. i’m right, aren’t i?”

you gulp, his words stinging even if he didn’t mean for it to sting. or maybe he did. taeil takes a step closer to you, studying your appearance as he brings a hand up to caress your tear-stained face. 

spots in your clothes are wet due to the splashes of water on the tiles, and the clips in your hair that once looked neat and perfect are now hanging in disarray, falling off in some places. 

“i’m sorry,” you sob. “i’m sorry, john—johnny’s lying. you—you have to—to believe me. please don’t replace me… i’ll be good, i promise…”

truly, there’s no better motivator than fear. and there’s no better way to mess with someone’s head than using their weakness against them. 

“you say you’ll be good but i tell you to strip and you couldn’t even do that?” 

taeil could never imagine replacing you. he finds it stupid, whatever that brought in this fear of yours, but it doesn’t mean he won’t be extracting every little bit he can get out of this.

he can only stare in awe when you start wiggling your way out of your pretty pink clothes, eyes drinking every bit of your skin slowly being exposed to him as he reaches behind you to open the running water, slowly filling the bathtub.

“get in,” he instructs and you waste no time. 

as he sheds his own clothes, he can practically feel the want radiating off you. he knew johnny’s lying, but he humored his friend still. there’s no way you can fake the noises you always make. plus, taeil has seen one too many times the cum dribbling out of your cunt after he’s fucked you into oblivion. he scoffs. harder? then he’ll be breaking you in half already. 

taeil swats your hand away as it reaches for his cock and he hopes you don’t notice it twitching before you when you let out a cute whine. 

“you want it?”

you nod urgently, salavitating at the thought. taeil was more of a giver to his partners, it’s rare for him to take his pleasure first but you’re far from complaining. 

“oh, i don’t know…” he pouts, fisting himself in front of you before giving it a few testing pumps. he swallows the hiss threatening to spill from his lips, chuckling instead at the intense look in your eyes as it follows his hand movements. 

you were by far the most compliant girl he’s ever had, someone who’d rather stay than escape. his methods of forcing someone into submission worked extremely well with you. so really, how can he let go of his glorified little pet?

“you’re not lying to me, aren’t you? i got hurt, you know, with what johnny said… i guess i was doing something wrong.”

“no!” your reply is immediate. “no, that’s not true—”

hands wrap around your throat like a vice. “how about you prove it to me, love? tell me everything i want to hear.”

now, this is easy. you’ve practically memorized everything you need to tell him to boost his ego. it doesn’t even take much of an effort. 

“i love your cock so much that my body hurts. it hits all the right places inside of me and i will never even dream of wanting another man because they won’t be able to fuck me like you do.”

you feel giddy when he smiles that satisfied smile, your toes curling in anticipation as he leans in to give his obedient darling a kiss—

until he shoves your face down the water. 

it doesn’t take much effort to wrestle your limbs down and insert himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your lush and moist walls sucking him in. you’re always so damn wet when he fucks you, oh how much he loves it. loves how tighter your cunt wraps around him as you squirm and fight him to get to the surface of the half-filled tub.

it was only after a few deep thrusts did he relent and pull you up, the few hair clips in your hair floating in the water around as you gasp greedy amounts of air. one look at taeil’s face pulled in ecstasy is enough for you to know it was well worth it.

maybe being rejected by his soulmate was a blessing in disguise. maybe the disobedience of every girl he took before you had been deliberately well-planned. or else he’d never would’ve met you. 

taeil was right. all the soulmate and soulmark shit is utterly useless and stupid. because you are by no means his soulmate, but fuck he’ll never let you go.

not when your destiny is to lay there underneath him, taking whatever it is that he gave you like a good little whore. 

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Would like, Ruelle x MC x Piama, like, would they have another kid? Or would they stay with the 3 kids? Or can we get some fluff of when they were pregnant owo

Please thanks, love your hard worked. Keep it going!!!

Ruelle found herself feeling more nervous than she ever had as she swiftly moved through the shadows of the palace. Even though she had been through this two times before (technically three, but the twins had been born so close together, that Ruelle had sworn Willowyn had practically pushed poor Esther out) but this time was a little different. In all the years that they had been together, it had only ever been discussed that another child would be brought into the family - a child with the blood of autumn and spring blended together, a child that would make the family complete. It was something that Ruelle had almost put aside as a distant desire. One she would be left to think about on days when the halls of Altadellys were far too quiet. When the queen was busy with her duties, and the children who were growing up so very fast before her eyes, were nowhere to be found. It was on one of these days, that Ruelle had found herself sitting quietly with Piama. A soft smile to her face as she watched the Spring consort read through one of her favorite books, sipping on a cup of tea with a fresh fruit tart next to her. She remembered the look of surprise on dear Piama’s face when she brought it up. How tenderly she had looked at her, with so much love and excitement brimming behind the most beautiful storm blue eyes Ruelle had ever seen. She had half expected Piama to say no, unsure as to how she would feel about being the one to carry the child - knowing had never been physically built to do so herself. 

“How is she??” Ruella asked, slightly out of breath - a few rogue emerald tendrils matted to her face as her eyes fell upon her family.

The queen smiled warmly at her. “She is doing just fine, Ruelle. You can breathe.”

And Ruelle did just that, completely unaware of the deep breath she had been holding in probably since Xenia had told her the news. 

“And the baby?”

“From what we have been told, the baby is perfectly healthy.” 

“You mean.. you have not been in to see?” Ruelle asked, looking slightly surprised.

“Willowyn and I tried to sneak a peek in, but Mother insisted you got to see them first!” Asther replied with a slight pout, looking remarkably like their twin. 

“Heh.. I see.” 

There would be no point in stopping the fierce blush that was spilling its way across the Autumn consort’s cheeks, so she didn’t even try. She was always so disarmed by the absolute endearing ways of her dearest Piama. Llewellyn smiled at her again, each of her arms wrapped around the twins with Lylia at her side. They all looked so happy - so eager to meet the newest member of their family, that Ruelle could only take the deepest breath of her life before turning to enter the room. With one last smile from her queen, she slipped quietly inside. 

“Mmh.. is that you, Ruelle?” 

The groggy undertones of Piama’s voice had told her that the consort had most likely dozed off while waiting for her. The soft lighting casting intricate shadows across the four corners of the small room. The only sounds to be heard was a pair of breaths, almost perfectly matched in rhythm. 

“Yes. I got here as quick as I could, I was-”

Piama waved her hand in soft dismissal, a sleepy smile to her face as she slowly lifted herself up. 

“It is of no concern, Ruelle. I know you would never leave me waiting any longer than you absolutely had to.”

Ruelle blushed slightly again, slowly moving closer to the bed. A small bundle nestled ever so safely in dear Piama’s arms - the soft hues of the blanket beautiful against the warm tones of her skin. She placed a hand to Piama’s cheek, cupping it slightly, causing the Spring consort to blush in turn as she placed her own hand around Ruelle’s wrist - placing a small kiss to the inside of it. 

“Ruelle.. I would like for you to meet the newest member of the family, and first Prince of Lysende in many, many spans.”

“A… heh.. finally, a little boy to help balance us out.” She smirked, placing a soft kiss to Piama’s cheek. 

“Yes, and maybe a sibling for Asther who might not care much about getting dirty while trying to play.” Piama laughed. 

Ruelle smiled warmly, leaning over the bed to get a better look. The child was sleeping peacefully, but there was no denying the wild poof of hair that adorned his small head - deeper than the deepest of greens with just a wisp of moonlit white at the ends - a perfect mix of them both. His skin was warm like Piama’s, but she could tell by how long his little body was stretched out, that he would likely hold a build closer to her own. She brought her hand down gently, tracing the tip of her thumb lightly over the small child’s cheek. Deep storm blue eyes slowly opening as she did. 

“He has your eyes.” Ruelle smiled, knowing how badly Piama had always wanted one her children to have them.

“Yes, and it is about time.” Piama laughed.

“He is absolutely beautiful, Piama.” 

“Mmh… just like you.”

“Says the woman who just gave birth and looks like a rotting goddess.” Ruelle smirked in turn. 

“Language, Ruelle! I do not wish that our son’s first words be profanity born of the Autumn quarter.” 

Ruelle only laughed at the sight of Piama’s narrowed eyes, placing a quick kiss to her lips.

“Noted, princess.”

Piama rolled her eyes slightly before smiling. “Anyways.. Ruelle.. I know we have discussed the topic of names before, but I just wanted to make sure you are still sure with the choice we had made.”

Ruelle only nodded, unexpectedly overcome with a strong feeling of warmth. 

“Perfect.” Piama replied with a soft smile. “How about we invite the rest of this family in to meet him, then, yes?” 

“Yes, before Asther and Willowyn break down the door.” Ruelle chuckled. 

With Ruelle’s help, Piama lifted herself up a bit more on the bed, holding her sweet son close to her body as Ruelle opened the door. An immediate surge of energy enveloping the pair as the rest of their family excitedly bounded in, each with a look of awe upon their faces. 

“Hey, look Willowyn! The baby is even cuter than you!”  Asther laughed, sticking their tongue out at their twin.

“And what does that say of you, Asther!? We are twins!” Willowyn exclaimed back, looking proud of her retort.

“Pft.. still..”

Ruelle chuckled, bringing her hand down to muss Asther’s hair - smiling as they all moved in to see their newest sibling clearer. A feeling of warmth so vast that it spilled beautifully over all of them. Ruelle was sure that if such a thing were possible, her heart would have burst from the overflowing amount of love that it was holding. 

She cleared her throat proudly, getting everyone’s attention before speaking.

“Everyone.. I would like for you to meet the newest member of Lysende. Prince Valerian of the Spring.” 

[going-fancognito]

I was thinking of a jealous s/o over a close friend of Revali or Sidon (maybe both of them ??)

BWAHAHAHAH!! I’m sorry, but I can easily see how both of these lovable dorks just make the situation worse.

Revali:

Lol, I see Revali with two types of friends: The sharp tongued ones, and the admirers

You had a hard time with one of the admirers

Revali assures you that they were only a friend

But, did they have to cling onto his wings like that?

Being a Champion, it was normal for people to admire your Rito, so this type of thing shouldn't bother you

However, Revali seemed to especially revel in his friends flattery

Sure you were proud of him, but you knew better than to over-feed his ego

(His head was big enough as it is)

But watching him take pleasure in his friends praising, doubts began seeping into your thoughts. 

Does Revali prefer that kind of behaviour? Perhaps, he wasn’t satisfied with your support as a partner?

(Oh hello insecurities, where’d you come from?)

 For the next two weeks, you shower your boyfriend in endless praise, even playing up your reactions to his boasting achievements

You’re acting sweeter than a Disney Christmas special

And it was really freaking Revali out

(Yeah, looks like your plan backfired)

He has no clue what caused your sudden change, but doesn’t like it

He wants a refund

Eventually, you’re confronted about your 180* turn in demeanour 

But it wasn’t by Revali

It was his friend

They noticed the tension whenever the three of you were together, and Revali isn’t friends with an idiot

They connect the dots pretty quick, and decided to step in before things got out of hand 

(’steal yo man’ cliché dodge)

They quickly explain that their friendship with Revali took on a more ‘student and mentor’ dynamic. No romantic feelings from either side

Plus, while they certainly idolized him, they’d rather be slow roasted over a fire then date him

(Honestly? They want to give you a medal for handling with his more.....challenging moments)

However, they do insist that you talk about this with Revali

(PSA: Communication is key for any relationship)

After enduring one his smug speeches (Well, I can hardly fault you for your envy Y/N. After all, I AM quite the catch.) He does what he can to help quell your worries

Makes more time for you between training, spontaneous dinners and your personal favourite, impromptu cuddling 

You and his friend even wind up becoming besties

They have a lot of tea on your boyfriend >:)

Sidon

Oh sweet baby fishcakes

This guy is like a giant teddy bear with scales

(and abs *swoon*)

Combined with his naturally friendly personality, who could resist loving this Zora prince? (Not you, obviously)

So why did it bug you so much to see him around his childhood friend?

Maybe it was the knowledge that they’ve been together since hatchlings, or that you would always find them being physically affectionate (by that I just mean they hugged or held hands, tame stuff)

They were also stunning, with an athletes physique and scales that practically shined under the sun

A nasty voice in your head noted how they would look good with Sidon

(Shut up brain, no one asked you)

The two of them were also swimming buddies

Now, Sidon was undoubtedly loyalty to you

Shark babe would go live in the desert before he’d even think about being unfaithful

(Please don't ever let him try though, poor baby needs his water)

But that doesn't stop your worries, that his friend might be looking for more than friendship  

Oh Hylia, what if they went swimming, when they actually wanted to go ~swimming~

(Congrats, you’ve officially belly flopped into the river of paranoia)

One great thing about Sidon, is his sensitivity.

It gives him a knack for sensing others emotions

,As his s/o, this goes double for you. So it doesn’t take long for him to pick up your unease

(He could give Revali some lessons)

He sits you down somewhere private and softly. inquires about what’s troubling you

Try to deny those puppy shark eyes of his, I dare you

All of the fish cuddles after you tell him

“Oh my darling, you have nothing to worry” He wraps you into an embrace. “They are merely a friend, we see each other as siblings”

You figured as much, but hearing him say so out loud finally put you at ease

“Besides,” He caresses your cheek in his palm “not even an angel could tear my eyes from the Goddess in front of me.”

(Pft. Wow Sidon that was so cheesy)

(No wait, that doesn't mean I wantyoutostopcomeBACK-)

After some shark cuddles, Sidon decides to let you in on a little secret regarding his friend

 It turns out their affections were already reserved for a certain Goron

Looks like Yunobo has a secret admirer

(He’s been wondering who was sending him those rock cakes)

[intelligentdumbass]

The Golden Apple Incident but-

(Honestly writing this felt like writing a glorified shitpost, so-)

Olympus’ garden was breath-taking; bioluminescent flowers blooming under Selene’s far-reaching gaze as the immortals were having the time of their lives, drunkenly singing under the serene night sky.

Hermes couldn’t help but subtly gaze back at Apollo every now and then, who was talking with one of the muses, when someone caught him off guard by wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He instantly knew who it was the second he smelled the wine in his breath.

“Jealous?~” Dionysus wiggled his eyebrows.

Hermes scoffed. “Jealous of what?”

Dionysus motioned back to the nine sisters. Calliope had her arms wrapped around Apollo’s neck while the god had just given her a small kiss. Hermes rolled his eyes, but, oh little did he know, he was faintly blushing.

The younger brother sighed.

“Look man, if you’re going to keep this up, then you‘re absolutely hopeless. I mean, at this point literally everyone except the distracted blonde you haven’t confessed to knows that you want a piece of that-”

“Hahahaha, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, have you seen Eris? I heard she wasn’t-”

“Hey, don’t change the subject!”

“It’s not what you think! I swear I was just slightly… concerned? I don’t know, he seems a lil off and Cal can prolly sense it too-”

“Pft, excuses excuses-”

Then it happened.

The festivities were suddenly interrupted by their father’s voice thundering across the garden.

“AH-” “What’s this?!”

On his hand he held out an apple as if it was made of pure solid gold. The fruit had struck him on the nose while he was chatting with his siblings. It glimmered and sparkled under the ambient moonlight as if it was enticing all of the immortals to come and have a closer look.

“It… has something engraved onto it? Hold on-” He cleared his throat, and now all eyes were on the king.

“‘It is with my greatest pleasure to present this apple to the loveliest god of them all, a trophy that will stand the test of time, a symbol of the lord’s unrivalled beauty and allure.’”

Whispers echoed throughout the venue, jumping from ear to ear. Now, of course, Zeus would’ve gladly declared himself ownership of the gift as it was thrown at his face. However, barely had a minute passed when the apple was already gone; snatched out of Zeus’ hands by the god of love whose wings immediately threw him up into air as he curiously stared at the prize he was about to award to himself.

“Still the same old insolent piece of shit, huh?”

A golden arrow whizzed out of nowhere, fired from a silver bow and carried by the evening breeze. It narrowly missed Eros’ head and pinned the fruit against one of the trees.

Eros flew after the apple as fast as he could, but by the time he managed to grab a hold of it, there was already another hand, from the archer god himself, and neither party seemed willing to let go.

He hissed. “You arrogant bastard.”

Apollo replied with a shit-eating grin. “Oh please, look whose talking.”

There was one single thought in Hermes’ head. ‘Oh boy.’ He tried to get even closer, running to where Ares and Aphrodite were. He just had to see this.

“Wait!” Athena interrupted, as she was a teensy bit worried that those two were about to murder each other. “This all feels a little… off. We don’t even know where that apple came from-”

“Don’t know; don’t care Misses killjoy!” Eros rolled his eyes. “I can assure you that I sense no malicious auras or weird obscure magic so, perhaps this really is just a gift from some fanatic, at which I am extremely flattered-”

Apollo laughed. “Really, you?? Why on earth would anyone give this to a saucy twink who’s barely taller than Hermes?”

The messenger frowned at the mentioned of his height. Ares gave him a few pats on the back while Dionysus, Artemis and a few other gods snickered. Athena just sighed like she gave up and doesn’t want to involve herself any further. On the other hand, Zeus had stopped trying to come up with a scheme to take back the fruit the second he saw his son want it too. Still though, the way Eros’ and Apollo’s fingers twitched, almost like they wanted to break each other’s necks, was starting to get kind of concerning.

“Okay okay please calm down, both of you.” The last thing Zeus wants is someone’s ichor to be spilled in the middle of a goddamn wedding. “How about-”

“Since you’re the king of the gods, that you be the judge of whoever is deserving to have this apple?” Apollo smiled. “What a wonderful idea father!”

Eros took advantage of that brief distraction of Apollo addressing his father to take the apple and throw it towards his dear mother. “Look, I know he’s usually the one who calls all the final shots, but don’t you think it’d be more fitting to let the literal goddess of beauty decide?”

Zeus thought about it, but decided that choosing between his favorite son and the bastard that could make his libido act up again was a terrible idea. Even Aphrodite herself seemed hesitant to choose and handed the fruit over to Ares because he and Hermes wanted a closer look.

“Uhm, no. I think my very obvious biases would make me one of the least fitting judges for that matter; same goes for Aphrodite. How about… let a mortal who is not part of any of your cults decide, and to please swear not to endanger their life over this.”

 The two gods gave each other a brief death glare before reluctantly agreeing to Zeus’ suggestion.

“Good. Now, where did that apple go?”

They all turned towards Ares, who didn’t have the golden fruit in his hands.

“Dad.” Eros stared. “Where’s the apple?”

“Let’s just say… I got hungry.”

There was a long pause before Eros continued.

“C-Come again?”

“I said what I said; I got hungry and that apple was right there and I got curious so, yeah. Surprisingly tasty-”

“I’m sorry,” Athena just had to interject. “But did you just admit to eating a lump of gold?!”

“Bold of you to assume that would stop the god that broke a chicken’s femur when he bit into its thigh.”

The goddess couldn’t tell if he was faking it and therefore hiding something or if he was actually very serious. Now she really did give up listening in to this conversation and proceeded to walk off to wherever Persephone and Artemis were. It was probably for the best, as it almost looked like she was losing more and more brain cells the longer this situation went on.

Apollo raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Meanwhile, Eros was struggling to process what the fuck just happened. He flew over to Hermes who was trying his best not to laugh his ass off.

“Hermes, do you have something to do with this? Did you steal it??”

“Huh? No, why the hell would I want to steal it?? I may be cocky, but not that kind of self-aggrandizing cocky. I don’t have the golden apple with me.”

Eros narrowed his eyes. “How do I know you’re not-”

“Because he isn’t, all of what Hermes just said is true.” Despite the contents of what he said being perfectly harmless, Apollo sounded like he was about to brake Eros’ back the moment he saw the god of love reach into his quiver.

Eros backed off. “Okay okay, but then what? Is that it?!”

The blonde shrugged. “It appears so.”

“Why do you suddenly act like you don’t care??”

“I mean, of course having a pretty golden apple say you’re the best is great, but in my case it’s kind of unnecessary, isn’t it? Like, duh.” There it was again, that shit-eating grin. “Honestly, it was mostly because I didn’t want YOU to have it and gods fucking forbid you use it to constantly annoy me for the rest of eternity.”

---------------------------------

Despite the incident that had killed the mood a few minutes ago, the party seemed to be back in full swing now that Aphrodite took Eros back to wherever Psyche was. It was almost like nothing had ever happened.

Hermes, however, was interested in separating himself from everyone else as far as he possibly could, and he had dragged Apollo along with him until they were deep in some obscure part of the garden.

The messenger let out a nervous laugh. “Okay I have something I need to tell you.”

“That what Ares said, even though I can definitely see him doing it just to piss me off, was a red herring and that he hid the apple somewhere before giving it back to you once Aphrodite got Eros to go away?”

“Damn, you know me too well huh?” He took off his hat, revealing the luster of gold resting on his brown chestnut hair.

The archer laughed. “I’m surprised you got him to cooperate.”

“Guess I’m just that likeable! Plus, he owed me one after distracting you for… something.”

“You what-”

The messenger grabbed the apple and placed his cap back on his head. “I didn’t steal it for myself though.” He smiled, “It is with my greatest pleasure to present this apple to the loveliest god of them all, a trophy that will stand the test of time, a symbol of the lord’s unrivalled beauty and allure.” and then offered up the prize to the surprised blonde.

Apollo accepted, mildly flustered. “Is… Is there some sort of ulterior motive to this?”

“I… suppose you could call it that.”

He sighed. “What do you want, Herms?”

“W-Well… it’s nothing big.” There was a sudden faint flush on Hermes’ cheeks. “What about… a kiss?”

The archer stared and the messenger almost started backtracking on his request but, well, the blonde cut him off before he could, with a soft peck on his lips.

[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 16 Pt 2

“We can work something out. I could take them while you’re at work if I’m not working?” He kissed her cheek.

“I can always ask for some time to work from home. It’s crappy because I don’t have the room but it solves the issue of daycare and a teenager. He can’t be at friends houses all the time.”

“You guys could be over here, you can use one of the offices.” He shrugged. It was an offer he hoped she’d take.

She turned to look at the man that literally offered her his world. “I’ll think about it. We can maybe mesh the two together or something.”

“Or something.” He shrugged again, he wouldn’t force it but he would make sure she had options.

“Then there’s Christmas itself to think about.” She groaned. “Why does it all have to come at once.” She laughed. “I have no idea what we’re going to do this year.”

“What did you do last year?” He asked knowing they were still reeling from the sudden loss.

“Not much, we put up the tree but the kids weren’t really into it. Not that I blame them I wasn’t either. We did a few gifts and just chilled out for the day watching movies and reading. We were still back and forth with Lily at the hospital too.” She pushed the grief away, she didn’t want that now.

“Well I’d love it if you came to my mums for dinner. You and the kids, but understand if you can’t.” He desperately wanted her there but couldn’t push it. She had to be comfortable and so did the kids.

“We can work on that. I’d really like to spend Christmas with you.” She kissed him sweetly. “And your family even though I’m a little intimidated at meeting them all.”

“You intimidated? Pft! Just pretend it’s a court room you’ll be fine.” He chuckled. “You have spine Sildie and can hold your own, and they’re all excited to meet you and the kids, not out make anyone uncomfortable.” He kissed her tenderly. “We can work out what you want me to tell them ahead of time. I’ll make it as stress free as possible.”

“I know you will.” She smiled at him, that sweet smile he was nuts about. “Shit I’ll need to get gifts.”

He grinned and chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. We’re not big on gifts. There are too many of us. If anything we give books or gift cards to favorite restaurants and stuff like that. It’s more about getting together under the same roof and being a family.”

“I’ll think about it. The kids will probably want to do something. And what do we get you?”

“Nothing. Just being with you is enough.”

“Mmm hmmm says the man who’ll go out and spend a small fortune on gifts regardless of what I say.”

“Damn straight.” He kissed her with passion and lust to get her mind off that track.

“Oh we’re not done on that Mr.” she said slyly.

“Brendan can make Kladdkaka and I’d be in heaven.”

“He might yet you know.” She looked at him, so patient with them this week even though it hurt when she’d said no.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come with you to meet them this week.”

“Don’t.” He said kissing her. “This week was not the week and I still have to give them the run down.”

“Can we work on that in the next few weeks? I really want to make Christmas a good one this year, for you, for the kids. We need to move forward.” Her voice was shaky and he knew there’d be tears soon. This was progress though.

“We’ll work on anything you want to love.” His fingers teased the strands of hair that had fallen around her face. And while we’re doing that I will work on saying those three words to you that won’t come out he thought

“Moving forward will take time love, it can’t just happen.”

“I know, but I need to make those steps, for the kids too. We can’t get bogged down in it again and that’s partly my fault.”

“Look at me love.” She hesitated slightly before he cupped her face and gave her no choice. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing a damn good job with them, and yourself. This shit is tough and it’s easier to wallow and not deal with it than actually pick up the pieces and do what you’ve already done.” He kissed her with that love locked away deep inside him.

“Sometimes I feel like it’s not enough.” She said softly and saw that kindness in those Viking blue eyes.

“It’s more than enough love. And remember, you have me now.” He murmured. “Together, you’re not alone in this anymore.”

“Why you would want to take all of us on is beyond me.” She chuckled.

Say it you idiot, that is the perfect opening, as perfect a time as you’re going to get.

“Because...” He couldn’t the words just stuck in his throat, they wouldn’t budge. “I want you, the kids, family. All of it. That hasn’t changed.” He wondered if she saw him struggle with it, how it was tearing him up inside that he couldn’t tell the woman he was so desperately in love with that he loved her. She deserved to hear it.

There was something he wasn’t saying. She heard the slight hesitation like his brain had wanted to say one thing and then had second thoughts. What was warring in his mind she thought? What demons are you facing alone love?

She rested her forehead against his. “Thank you, for being you. And thank you for this week.”

“It settled a few things didn’t it.” He stated more than asked and she nodded.

“It’s not as sharp, for lack of a better word.” She huffed.

“That’s progress then, moving forward.” He kissed her temple as she sipped her tea. “One step at a time love.” He whispered against her ear and nipped gently.

“Will you tell me?” She asked carefully.

“Tell you what love?” He asked puzzled.

“What’s bothering you?” She knew it was something but didn’t know what.

Fuck! He thought. Fucking fuck!

“My love nothing today could possibly bother me.” He kissed her and hoped she would let it be.

“You’ll tell me if there is though right?” She pushed.

“Of course.” Oh fucking hell, he thought, this would be where he’d have to lie to her and he didn’t want that. He had to just suck it up.

“There is something but I’m not ready to talk about it yet.” He said quietly, which was the truth. “I need to sort it out in my own head first.”

Her hand cupped his cheek and he leaned into it. She kissed him with that heartbreaking tenderness.

“You can always come to me ok?”

“I know. You just had a lot on your plate this week and I need to hash it out a little first.”

“I get it.” She kissed him again. “Just don’t let it eat at you.”

Too late for that he thought bitterly.

“I won’t.” He kissed her and said it before he could stop himself. “I promise.” Oh you idiot. Now you’ll have to tell her at some point. He was skirting a fine line here.

“Ok then.” She dropped its knowing he’d keep it from her regardless.

“So lovely lady what do you have planned for me?”

She kissed him and started tidying up the food. Climbing off his lap for the moment she stacked the food in the fridge.

“I thought you could have dessert, if you still have room after three slices of Kladdkaka.” She smirked.

“I always have room for dessert.” He growled and snaked his hands around her hips pulling her to him. “Especially when you’re on the menu.” His seductive tone had her quiver.

“Turn around.” He growled and pressed her against the countertop. He spent a great deal of time peeling the robe from her body to let it fall to the floor. The deft finger destroying her skin under it. His fingers found the lace top of her stockings and he groaned his approval. Damn it was a weakness of his.

“Fuck me you’re gorgeous.” He breathed and kissed her, tongue teasing. “And taller than me in those heels.” It was different tipping his head up to kiss a woman.

He hoisted her up to sit on the kitchen counter and gazed into those eyes that captured his soul. Running his hands up her thighs she spread them so he could stand between them. Her hands felt divine as they caressed his chest, good reason for him not to have worn a shirt. It was like she planned it, and he smirked at the thought.

His fingers tangled in her hair and brought her mouth to his. Sensual yet demanding he kissed her. He wanted her, every second of every day he wanted her. He let a finger trail down her cleavage darting a finger between breast and lace. Slowly he stroked that finger over her shoulder and back again.

He kissed every exposed area where her robe had covered. One shoulder then the other. He kissed her throat and neck, the swell of her breasts. Her hands cupped his face bringing it up to her and she kissed him, urging him to take more, taste more.

“Sildie.” He murmured as he kissed her. This woman had ignited a fire in him he’d never felt before and could never live without.

“You’re a vision.” He murmured and kissed her with the seduction that made her toes curl. As he kissed his way down her throat he leaned forward helping her to lay on the counter. The tiny yelp of its cold making them both grin. He wanted to feast on her.

Teasing a nipple through the lace of the corset he made her arch. He took his time with her. Inching toward her pussy with tender kisses and light strokes. He was rock hard already but kept it in check. He’d feast until she shattered.

He hooked a hand under her knee and kissed her inner thighs as he rested her foot on his shoulder and spread her wide. Doing the same on the other side he teased her mercilessly. The dip between thigh and mound called to him, that sensitive patch of flesh waiting for his mouth.

He kissed her pussy through the g string and watched as she moaned and arched again. He wanted to watch her come. His goddess clad in black lace, writhing on the counter, laid out for him to take.

He hooked a finger into the g string and moved it to the side. She was soaked. She cried out as he ran his tongue from pussy to clit and smiled to himself. Now to bring her undone.

The man knew what he was doing. She couldn’t think about anything other than the erotic sensations he was eliciting from her body. Skilled hands and fingers and that mouth she thought. That mouth should be illegal.

With his hands busy at her breasts and nipples he used his mouth and tongue to feast and arouse her. She was teetering on the edge of climax and he held her there for a while. His tongue probed and tasted her. So hot and wet for him he felt his cock twitch. Tugging his sweats over his hips he let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them kicking them to the side.

“Gustaf.” She cried out and her hand closed over his at her breast to beg him to give her release.

He wouldn’t deny her this one but later he would to tease and arouse her more. He gripped her hips so she couldn’t pull away from him and sent her over the edge.

He watched as she cried out arched off the counter and bucked against his mouth. He didn’t stop until it had rolled through her completely. He kissed his way up and kissed her gently.

“I love watching you come.” He murmured. “You’re my favorite dessert love.”

Her mouth devoured his as she caught her breath, hands absently trailing lazy patterns over his bare back.

“You have a very clever mouth.” She chuckled.

He stood and brought her upright with him to sit on the counter.

“So you keep telling me.” He smirked. Oh the irony, he could make her scream as she came but he couldn’t say those three fucking words to her.

His fingers dived into her hair and kissed her thoroughly. Her hands stopped and went limp.

“I can’t think when you kiss me like that.” She murmured.

“Good, you’re not supposed to.” His finger traced her jaw.

He kissed the trail his finger left behind and she tipped her head back to give him access. His hand roamed her thigh dipping under the lace to whisper over her skin.

She saw the sinful desire in his eyes and knew he was hard and desperate to feel her around him.

“Do you want to fuck me here?” She playfully purred and bit her bottom lip to tease him. She heard the snarl of warning before he bit down on her shoulder until she hissed.

“Don’t test my patience love.” He growled. “And yes I want to fuck you here.” He kissed her roughly. “I want you on every surface in this apartment. Eventually.”

“I think we have a few doors that need attention then.” She giggled.

“Oh we’ll get to those. I’m in no hurry when it comes to satisfying you.” He quipped. “And for right now the kitchen island will do just fine. I’ve had you against it but not on it and yes, I’m mentally keeping track.” He grinned and her laugh made that grin wider.

“Figures.”

“Lay back love. Let me have you.” His kiss rough and demanding as he slowly pushed her down to lay again.

“You’re making all my birthday wishes come true.” He whispered and bit her jaw playfully.

“That was the plan all along love.” She purred and cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, that sinfully erotic kiss that sent him over the edge.

“Fuck me.” He breathed.

Her chuckle was wicked. “I believe you’re about to fuck me love.”

“Mmmm. Yes I am.” He growled as his hands roughly pinned her wrists above her head.

Raking his hands down her arms he kissed her neck, over her cleavage and stood. He hooked a leg over each arm and settled her knees to rest in the crooks of his elbows. He pulled her down roughly with one brutal tug of his arms so her ass was hanging over the edge of the counter.

The thrill raced up her spine, so rough yet unbelievably gentle. She couldn’t get enough of him, that strong solid body claiming hers.

Considering he was so tall the counter was perfect thrust height for him as he took his cock in his hand and stroked the head up and down her slit. So wet and wanting for him he thought.

He waited and watched, the anticipation making her squirm. The tiny whimper of need as he pressed the tip inside her. With a long hard stroke he sheathed himself.

“Sildie.” She heard him groan softly as her strangled cry echoed around the apartment.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long with her like this. It would be a hard and fast ride and fall into euphoria. He positioned her on the edge of the counter so she’d be comfortable and spread his arms wide gripping the countertop. Starting with slow even thrusts he felt her pussy take him deep.

He watched as he speared into her, his cock making her whimper and beg for him to take her harder and he would. That killer body wrapped up in a corset that only enhanced her hourglass figure, slim but still curvy.

“Gustaf please.” She begged, she was losing her fucking mind with the position and angle he was fucking her in. He felt fucking huge as he took her.

He gradually increased the speed of his thrust until she came hard crying his name, hands searching the granite for something to grip. With a wicked smile he pounded into her, taking her as he wanted. Her body didn’t stand a chance at recovery, he was going to destroy her one orgasm after another.

She couldn’t help the screams and whimpers that he pulled from her throat, she had zero control over it now. His cock filling her, hips pistoning he fucked her relentlessly. That rollercoaster that was out of control and she ached for it, the feeling of freedom.

He was lost to his own euphoria now as he fucked her like the primal animal that was caged inside him. The sound of their skin slapping together frantically mixed with her screams and his guttural groans only urged him on.

She’d come so many times he’s lost count when he felt he couldn’t hold back his release anymore.

“Sildie.” He growled and quickened his pace.

She screamed his name as the orgasm tore through her, this one stronger than all the others. With her pussy spasming around him he roared as he came, the climax so powerful he saw stars. Fuck she felt so good. He rode them hard for a while longer before stopping and resting his head on her heaving chest.

“Holy shit!” She breathed and caressed his head as he caught his breath.

“Yeah that sums it up.” He chuckled and her giggle soon joined his.

“We’re going to kill each other if we keep this up.” She laughed.

“Yeah but what a way to go.” He stood and wrapped her legs around his waist so he could help her sit and not fall off the counter.

Her fingers caressed his cheek and she kissed him tenderly. “I think I’m going to need a nap after that.” She chuckled.

“I’ll take a tea and snuggle with you on the couch?” He countered, he didn’t want to sleep yet.

“Mmmm that sounds good.”

“You won’t be napping.” He grinned and kissed her sweetly.

“No but I need a rest.” She winked at him. “And maybe some Kladdkaka.”

“Chocolate fixes everything.” He said helping her off the counter.

“No, you and sex fixes everything.” She filled and turned the kettle on to boil.

“Does it now.” He murmured and wrapped her robe over her shoulders to stop her from catching a chill.

“It does I’m my world.” She said softly and pulled her robe on. His hands closed the robe and tied it before his fingers splayed over her body and he pulled her to him. She loved the feel of that solid chest at her back, safe, secure, wanted.

“I think I’m liking your world more and more.” He grinned.

“Well you fix my world, the sex is an absolute mind blowing bonus.” She smirked turning to kiss him. She knew it would boost his ego. He was chewing over something monumental and she only hoped he’d talk to her about it eventually before it consumed him. She was trying to take his mind off it.

They sat on the couch and before she could pick her tea up he hauled her into his lap.

“Better.” He stated matter of factly and held up a fork full of Kladdkaka.

“It really is good.” She said with her mouth half full of chocolate.

“If he can’t play pro hockey he should definitely go into cooking school or something. He seems to enjoy it too.” He said scooping another forkful into his mouth. “So good. Don’t ever tell my mother I drooled over this she’d never forgive me.”

“Better than mums huh?”

“Better than, and I’ll deny that to my grave.” He chuckled.

“Fair enough.” She sat back against his chest and sipped her tea. Comfort, this was complete comfort, that massive, sturdy chest behind her.

“Stop thinking it’s too loud.” He murmured in that low timbre that soothed her.

“Not really thinking just, this is comfortable.” He turned her head to look at him. “You, me, the couch, tea...” she paused and chuckled. “chocolate.” She wiped the tiny smudge off his lip with her thumb and he took her hand with his before she could snatch it away.

“I believe that’s mine.” He growled and kissed her thumb before taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirled over it, his eyes never leaving hers until he pulled it out with an audible pop.

“Why is it you like that so much?” She asked softly, genuinely intrigued.

“Because I can taste you under the chocolate.” He kissed her tenderly.

“I’ve never had a man do that to me before and make it so erotic and arousing.” She said shyly, it was a very intimate gesture.

“Then he wasn’t doing it right.” He kissed her throat. “I like the taste of you.” He whispered. “The chocolate just gives me a reason to do it.” He grinned against her lips at her scoff.

“I like it when you do it.” She whispered and kissed that clever mouth as her fingers toyed with the scruff at his chin.

“I know.” He winked, his grin wide.

“You put it there deliberately didn’t you.” She scoffed.

“Maybe.” He said indecisively, his grin screamed a definitive yes.

They snuggled and talked, content to just be close. Soft kisses, tender fingers, that unbound love pouring from both of them. Healing love, at least that what it felt like from Gustaf she thought. He was so giving, with everything, his time, his love, his money, although the last one irritated her.

She started to drift. His warmth and that voice always soothed her. Not only that the sex had crashed her out. He knew how to pleasure a woman until she was an incoherent mess. Well she was a mess alright, a sleepy satisfied one.

He felt her drift in his arms and let her. A nap was what she needed so he’d see she got it. Once asleep he moved so he could stretch out and napped with her. More energy to play later.

He woke a few hours later to Sildie trying to sneak out of his arms. He tightened them and she sighed defeated.

“Stay.” He mumbled. “Comfy.” He sounded like a petulant child.

“I have to pee.” She chuckled. “I was trying not to wake you.”

He let her go and she went to the bathroom to take care of her business.

“What time is it?” He asked when she came back out.

“Just after six.” She sat on the edge of the couch and leaned down to kiss him. “Good nap?”

“It’s always a good nap when you’re here to nap with me.” He said softly and cupped her behind the neck drawing her closer to kiss. Tell her now stupid. He kissed her as the words wouldn’t come.

He sat up and pulled her into his lap again. As they sat and woke up his hands slowly slipped the robe from her shoulders, lips kissing a tender trail of arousal.

His fingers unhooked the back of her corset one clip at a time, while his mouth continued to bring her undone.

The lace eventually fell from her breasts to be replaced by his hands.

“As much as I love the look of black lace on you, I prefer you naked.” He murmured softly as his large hands cupped her lush heavy breasts and gently squeezed. “So beautiful.” He whispered as his thumbs brushed her nipples and tortured the bud until she let her head fall back against his shoulder and moaned.

A hand ran the length of her body to slip her g string down over her hips and off. He gently pushed a leg either side of his and trailed those long slender fingers up her body to cup a breast again.

Her hands tugged at his sweats and he let her go long enough for her to help him with them. Straddling him she turned just enough to kiss him, that sweetness flowing from her.

“Lay back a little.” She said softly.

His hands caressed her spine as he did what she asked with a tiny smirk. A thrill ran up his spine as she settled in to ride him, damn he wanted to see her moves. She leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on his knees, rocking her hips. His hardening cock brushed her heat and she heard the groan and smiled.

As she teased him with the graze of her pussy her hand ventured to cup his package. The groan of desire as she stroked the sensitive skin urged her to continue.

Her featherlight touch on and around his package was making tiny fireworks explode in his brain. The occasional raking of her fingernails down the inside of his thigh made him hiss and grip her hips. The woman was turning him into a whimpering mess.

“Sildie.” His voice wasn’t steady.

“Wait.” She purred knowing exactly what he wanted.

She worked him for what felt like an eternity. He was so close to blowing his load with how she was touching him and he wasn’t even inside her yet. He groaned, fingers digging into her hips.

She loved the feel of his thighs under her. The brush of her own against them as she rocked her hips. She was so soaked for him she was dripping over his length.

“Please.” He whimpered as his breath caught in his throat.

Her fingers stroked his length as she positioned his tip at her entrance.

“Sildie please.” He choked.

“Do you want me to fuck you love?” She purred as she took his tip in and stilled.

“Yes.” He groaned as his fingers itched to pull her hips so he could sink inside her.

She impaled herself on his thick cock taking every inch of him slowly. His groan was guttural.

“Sildie.”

“Give yourself to me love.” She purred and began to ride him.

He filled her so snugly from this position. She knew he was close, his thighs shaking under her hands, those long fingers digging into her hips painfully. She’d have bruises later, but fuck he felt so good.

He watched her as she rode him, those slender hips, the sweep of her ass up the length of her spine, her head arched back as she found pleasure for herself. His body trembled as her fingers grazed the inside of his thigh, from balls to knee. She did it to the other side and he felt his body tense.

“Come for me.” She said breathlessly as she gently caressed his package her own orgasm on the brink of ripping through her.

She rode him through her climax, knowing the pulsing of he pussy would tip him over. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Fuck! Sildie.” He roared as he came so hard he saw stars. Desperate hands urged her to keep riding him to prolong the mind blowing feeling of being inside her.

She slowed to a stop and grinned. His hands streaked up her back and he rested his head against her shoulder blades, chest heaving.

“Go over again.” He whispered and slipped his finger over her clit, dancing between her legs at a torturous pace. His other hand slid up to grip her throat gently.

“Lean back into me.” He breathed hard his own breathing still catching up after she rocked his world to its foundation. Nipping her ear gently he pulled her back with him.

Her cry was soft and her breath quickened as she crested again quickly. Her body tensed and he tightened his hold of her throat slightly. With a cry of his name her body writhed against his finger, urging it to rub against her more as she came, those fingers squeezing her throat gently.

His lips kissed her shoulder as her orgasm ebbed and she rested against him. He lazily stroked the length of her body enjoying the feel of it under his fingers.

“I love seeing your moves.”

“You ok?” She asked gently.

“Are you kidding I think that last orgasm blew what was left of my brains out.” He chuckled and helped her sit up.

He steadied her while she got off her knees and sat in his lap. She curled into him as she caught her breath as he eased the heels off and the lace top stockings down those stunning legs.

“I have a thing for your legs.” He said softly. “For all of you actually but you’re legs in particular.”

“Why?” She snorted not really thinking her legs were anything special. “They’re just legs.”

“Oh no love, they’re much more than just legs, they’re your legs. They go all the way up and when you’re lawyered up in your skirts...” He kissed her fiercely as the one finger trailed up her leg. “Just stunning. It turns me on.”

“It’s these for me.” She grinned and sunk her fingers into his thighs, his hiss and gentle nip of the spot just below her ear bringing a smile to her face.

“Especially when you’re in jeans or suit pants.” She grinned.

“Along with this dip right here.” Her finger traced the dip in his collarbone and she watched the shiver ripple across his skin. “It’s a favorite.” She whispered and kissed him there as if savoring it for the first time.

“You’re beautiful Sildie.” He murmured in that low tone.

“So are you love.” She smiled and then giggled at his shocked expression.

“Well, only to you.” He chuckled. He clearly didn’t think anyone else found him beautiful.

“Inside and out.” She whispered and kissed him with heartbreaking tenderness. To her he was beautiful, the soul of a poet, the heart of a lion, and the strength of Atlas himself. So kind, so giving, and she was so in love with him. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders right now, yet he hadn’t talked to her, someday soon she hoped he would.

They moved to the kitchen to make tea and eat before settling on the couch again.

“You know I think we’re going to have to make this a monthly thing, or every couple of months.” He said stroking a hand absently up and down her thigh, over her hip. “When I’m not away working.”

She looked at him. “That would be nice. To have a full twenty four hours of you and me time.” He kissed her gently. “I feel a little guilty leaving the kids though.” She slumped her shoulders in defeat. She always felt guilty when she left them alone.

He shook his head. “Don’t. They’re safe, well looked after, and you’re entitled to some down time love.”

“I know I just. It just weighs on me sometimes.”

“We’ll make it work. I think we can schedule something in.” He winked. “Now I don’t know about you but I’m needing a shower after you rocked my world a little bit ago. Then I want to curl up with you in bed, comfortable and warm.”

“I could go a shower.”

“Oh you’re joining me are you?” He said playfully.

“Maybe.” She said slyly. “Go shower I’ll tidy up.” Her chuckle held a hint of mischief.

She got up and took their plates and the teapot to the counter, loaded the dishwasher and put away any leftover food. It was time to rock his world a little more and a wicked grin spread across her face.

His face was under the spray when her slender hands circled his body to rest on his chest, her head resting between his shoulder blades. His hand rested on hers and he smiled.

“You ok?” He murmured gently.

“I am now.” She said softly as the water cascaded over his shoulder and down her back. The warmth of his body pressed against her and the hot water both soothed and aroused.

He let her breathe a moment before turning in her arms. He cupped her behind the neck gently and kissed her, her hand roaming until it wrapped around his member. He deepened the kiss and groaned as she stroked him until he was hard.

“Sildie.” He breathed as her mouth took his. This woman was his fucking kryptonite.

She worked his thick cock until he was hard. She would have continued until he came determined to give him pleasure except he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the tiles along with her body. He devoured her mouth his breath catching to find some control.

“You and those magic hands.” He growled, and she grinned slightly before biting her bottom lip.

He pressed her hard against the tiles and snarled before kissing her fiercely and freeing her lip.

“Don’t test my patience love. That’s twice today.”

“I want you.” She breathed and kissed him so his mind blanked. “Right here, right now.” She whispered. “Make me scream.”

Her words were like a red rag to a bull, he spun her around quickly and pressed her against the tile gently but with a firmness that told her he was in complete control.

“You drive me fucking wild.” He growled and pinned her hands to the tile with his. She pressed her ass against his erection grinding into him and grinned, she loved it when his control slipped slightly. His hands left hers and raked down her body gripping her hips tightly.

Taking his hard cock in his hand he stroked it against her soaked pussy, her entrance quivered as he pressed there, circling as she moaned. He rested there and took her hips in his hands gripping her tightly. Her moan as he entered her slowly echoed softly around the bathroom.

“Fuck Sildie you’re so tight.” He hissed and bit down on the pulse at her neck.

“No, you’re just so thick.” She whispered and moaned as started to move within her.

He rode her hard, her little boost to his ego only adding to his arousal. She was sexy as fuck as he watched the water cascade down her back as he took her. With her forearms braced against the tile, those lush breasts bouncing gently with each thrust he leaned forward and placed his hand above her to steady himself.

She moaned as his other hand squeezed a heavy ripe breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger and twisting just enough for the pleasurable pain to shoot to her pussy. Her body was already trembling for release, her legs jelly.

That hand slid over silky wet skin and over her clit to make her cry out. He was relentless as he worked her until she tensed. That luscious body coiled ready to snap when he tipped her over.

“Scream for me love.” He breathed raggedly and nipped her ear. Her cry shattered around the bathroom as she climaxed. That cry only made him harder and more aroused.

She pushed back as much as physics would allow as he thrust into her, finding a brutally erotic rhythm, pushing him deeper. The need for him to just fuck her blind completely out of control.

He hoped the hot water didn’t run out until he had finished wrecking her. His goddess wet and wanting under his hands, against the wall, sleek and beautiful. The way she gave herself to him to pleasure, to find pleasure would always amaze him.

She heard the groans and grunts of pleasure escape his lips. The sharp wet sound of skin slapping against skin as their pelvises slammed together in an erotic dance of ecstasy.

“Gustaf.” She cried as he brought her to the brink of another orgasm. This one would destroy her.

“Go over. Let me feel you.” His growl only adding to her pleasure. He bit down on the pulse at her neck and let his tongue taste her, feeling it thunder under it.

“Let go and scream for me.” He whispered and she didn’t disappoint him.

With his talented fingers dancing over her clit and labia furiously, that long thick cock pounding into her, and his mouth at her neck she couldn’t hold back the floodgates.

She screamed his name and erupted. She came hard, body convulsing against him, bucking and writhing. The cold tiles against her nipples, the hot water sliding down her sides, only adding to the sensation.

He continued to pound into her, his own release not far away as his hands gripped her hips. He quickened his thrusts before he filled her with his seed, a groan and cry of his own at the euphoria she’d given him. His hand held her abdomen so she wouldn’t slump to the floor as they caught their breath.

“You’re incredible.” He whispered kissing her temple.

“You’re not half bad yourself there love.” She couldn’t move, her body had bailed out on her.

He gently pulled out of her and turned her. He kissed her sweetly before soaping the washcloth. He washed the body he’d just claimed, tending to her, caring for her.

“Turn around.” He murmured and kissed her with that tenderness he held so tightly inside him. He washed her back and legs, only handing over the cloth to her when she needed to clean more sensitive areas. He held her to him, soapy hands slipping over her breasts and holding her to him. With steadier feet she turned and tended him. The feel of him under soapy fingers, strong lean muscle, those rangy limbs that she constantly found comfort in. She knelt to wash his thighs and relished in the chore, powerful muscle she wanted to sink her teeth into. Tomorrow perhaps she thought.

He turned at her silent signal and she washed his back, kneading the tenseness out of his shoulders. Once rinsed he turned the water off and bundled her into a towel. He held her there and kissed her softly. Say it you fool, say it now. But he couldn’t and it choked him up. Why couldn’t he say it? Just why? She deserved to hear it from his lips. He dried them both off and bundled her into bed. She was done, tired and completely fucked, in a good way.

“Happy birthday love.” She murmured as she curled into him.

“Best birthday present ever. Thank you.” He kissed her brow and squeezed her.

“Rest up. You’re going to need it for tomorrow’s playtime.” Her giggle was wicked.

“More?”

“Oh so much more. I’m not done with you yet.” She quipped.

“Mmmm. God I hope not.” He said threading his fingers into her hair and kissing her. “I think I’m going to have to return the favor come your birthday.”

“I don’t celebrate mine remember.” She said softly.

“You can still have birthday sex though.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was going to plan.

“I’ll think about it.” She huffed knowing he’d do it anyway.

“Sleep now love. You’re going to need your energy too.” He growled and kissed her sweetly. She drifted as his fingers circled her hip lulling her to sleep. Sleep took him fast and hard and those three little words he hadn’t been able to say haunted him.

[spiritmaiden23]

CHARACTER SHEET FOR ZELDA!! 

This is a headcanon sheet that will go deep into the depths of Sky Zel, namely for fantasy verse because I do have another post to dissect Zel’s character as a whole coming up! Fantasy verse I feel needs more info than what I have for her character sheet this way more people can understand her and hopefully play around in that verse because hunny witch zel is an excellent concept I refuse to go to waste. I’d love to rp with more people in this verse because it’s refreshing as well. Anyhow! Bear was kind enough to provide the sheet and now here I am taking advantage of it! Be warned fellas, it’s gonna be a long. Like very long, this took like an hour or two to complete. With all dat juicy details. Feel free to copy and paste this if you want, it’s good for main characters or OCs. But it is long as hell! Let’s jump into it! 

Character’s Name: Zelda Lockewood  Character’s nicknames: Zel, Zellie, Zeldy, witch of the woods, Hylia’s apprentice Gender: Female  Righty or Lefty: Righty  Age: 19-20  Height: 5′3 around 161 cm  Weight: 104 lbs  Eye Color: Light blue, similar to the skies. They twinkle with mischief intent yet benevolence is within her gaze. Hair color: Golden blonde, often tied with ribbons and in a very low ponytail  Distinguishing marks: She has a scar on her chest below the collarbone and at the end of her ribcage where the scar has a slight turn to it towards the left, right above her heart. After a summoning spell gone wrong, she was stabbed there by the creature, thankfully miss OP Hylia was there to save her from dying.  Describe physical traits in one passage: Whew, ok I sound like a broken record but here we go. She often has red cheeks that tend to grow redder when angry or embarrassed or shy or when she has the dokis. Very long ears that also can grow red towards the tips, as such people have mistaken her for an elf which is why she wears the witch’s hat in the first place. She likes to tie her hair in a low ponytail in order to work without it getting in the way but out of her hair is super long to the waist. She has blunt bangs or hime cut as I like to call it! And is petite but don’t let that fool you, she does have monster strength much like main verse.  FAMILY/ RELIGION  Parents: Hylia is her biological mother within this verse, she’s unaware of the fact and believes her mother to be dead. She lives with her adoptive father, Gaepora.  Siblings: An only child  Significant Other: None thus far! But I’m open to shipping here ;v;  Children: Again, none but it’s something she’d want in the future!  Other relatives: Gaepora keeps his family at an arms length, though jolly and wise he tends to be a bit of an introvert at times as such Zelda doesn’t really get to meet with her family too much or get to know them.  Pets: Her familiar, the Loftwing Indigo! Black cats seem to like her as they surround her though! Friends: Tons! But well in case future RPers are interested I can’t really fill it out.  Enemies: Sorceresses are typical enemies to a witch, she tends to avoid other witches too due to their cold-hearted nature.  Relationships (other): It’s tough to put Wylan in a category so this might be best. Though he is an annoyance and she finds him a bit of a troll slowly she’s starting to get to know him bit by bit.  Ethnicity: A witch! With connection to the gods thanks to her mother being the Goddess of Witches who goes by the name Circe to mortal realm and witches, her true name is Hylia though so don’t be confused by this. She comes from a nation called Lanayru, so prehaps Lanayruen if you wanna call her that! Religion: Most witches tend to follow something akin to Wiccan belief, Zelda follows that! Superstitions: When making a potion, she often likes to pray to the Goddess of Witches and sing a small tune while making sad potions as a means to break the silence. She doesn’t look at mirrors in the dark or but two mirrors opposite of each other as it’s believe it could make a portal of sorts for demons and other evil beings, as such she often covers her mirrors and doesn’t look at them too much aside from when she has to get ready. It’s silly, she knows, but it’s trauma from opening the portal when summoning a being far beyond her skill.  Diction, Accent, ETC.: So, she has a light accent that’s typical for those coming from Lanayru. Certain words, you can hear it spilling out. It’s best to describe it as a sing-songy accent where certain vowel sounds are stretched out. She’s learned to shorten the vowels though, trying to fit in with the nation she lives in now! Which is Hyrule a land far more bigger than her humble homelands with advancements in magic and certain technology. They have a more... I wanna say North american accent that can range from Canadian to the typical eastern accent for USA to southern accent from again, USA.  SCHOOL/ WORK / HOME  Education (Highest): Hmm, college equivalent of fantasy world? She was a fast learner and skipped a few grades which is why she graduated so early (it helps being the daughter of the Goddess of Witches too, demi god to be exact haha) she and had a natural affinity for magic, also she was studious as well and often aced tests.  Degrees: Oh damn... well she doesn’t have the title Hylia’s Golden Apprentice for nothing. So let’s consider that a degree, or maybe a degree in magic pft! Vocation/Occupation: A potions seller! Employment History: Let’s explain how she has experience in this! She worked with a brewing master, who owned a shop that was full of wares and while some cursed and forbidden, as well as the owner being sketchy, she learned about how the potions business works while working for him from 14 to 18. Four short years! Nice! Upon moving to Hyrule, she kept her potions making a bit lowkey. Selling her wares in the small town near the lost woods known as Tarrey Town. Under the guise as a merchant, it was soon discovered that she was a witch and while certain residents tend to avoid her due to low reputation of witches as a whole, many are attracted by her refreshingly friendly nature and excellent quality in potions. Rumors begin to spread out and she does tend to travel to the big city, Castle Town, from time to time to sell her wares. Though she’s still learning the ropes, and though her business isn’t really that big, she’s doing not too bad. Salary: Potions aren’t cheap, she’s her own boss as well. So, let’s put it that way. HWEOH  Status and money: Despite how well her business is doing, she’s not exactly rich but she’s not too worried about her money situation either. Resourceful, she tends to save her money by collecting her own ingredients in the Lost Woods, though if she has to she will go out to get the ones she couldn’t find within the forest and while some are expensive, she tends to barging with cheapening the price somewhat.  Own or Rent: OWN! She made her little hut deep within the woods through magic of course, it’s hard to find unless you know how to navigate within the ever changing nature of the Lost Woods. It’s a bit like OOT in that regard, ALTTP with the mysterious fog you can get lost in, and well... I’m also taking small inspiration from Paper Mario 64 with the spooky forest in one level since the Lost Woods here is a bit... well, spooky!  Living Space: It’s a small, humble sized cottage crafted with grey bricks for the chimney and front entrance sticking out with some tudor elements to the building where the house is half-timbered walls! The outside has a white little gate with a plant arch full of roses, and there is a garden full of flowers and herbs, with ivy crawling up the building towards the back of the house along with a weeping willow within her large yard, a lake is nearby and there is a lovely waterfall but beware of the creatures lurking within! The window in the kitchen is the biggest window in the house, almost like a bay window of sorts but you can’t exactly open that window yet there is a another on the lower floor where you can, while her bedroom has a slightly smaller window where they are opened outwards and always opened in the daytime, there is a large window seat, large enough to sleep on it with comforting pink cushion as well as little pillows she’s knitted herself. There are drawers underneath where she stores extra stuff. Now, as for the inside, aside from the kitchen and her bedroom along with the bathroom, it’s a big mess! The small space is cluttered with tons of books and tomes, some on the millions of shelves (along with tons and tons of potion battles) she has and some on the floor with pages scattered throughout the wood flowering. She has plants like wisteria hanging on the walls and several others like witch’s herb among other examples hanging from the celling. There’s a small sitting area with a wooden desk and stool and that’s where she often works with her research. It’s pretty much well lived in and is the result of working too much to notice the mess. It’s two stories, with a small attic being the second floor. Her bedroom is located on the first floor and despite the window seat, she has a nice slightly small queen sized sleigh bed in the center and up against the wall, it looks super comfy, like you can sink into it and well it’s possible! Along with a vanity mirror with brushes for light makeup she wears for special events, and a small bottle filled with flowers, her knitting area with a small basket full of yarn balls and a wooden wardrobe to keep her clothing in. There is a cute rug on the floor to bring the room together. Along with book shelves. It’s a cute yet ery simple style.  Work Space: As described above, it’s a wooden desk within the main hub area of the house. It’s in the corner of the room, near a window as a means to get sunlight and fresh air! Her cauldron is not too far from the desk and once again, she has tons of flowers. There’s always her research papers and books on it, a quill with a feather, annnnd a small candle stand in case she’s working late in the night! Main Mode of Transportation: Either her “broom” which is an enchanted feather from her Loftwing or her Loftwing himself! She thinks it’s silly to ride on a broom and wanted to be more creative! PSYCHOLOGY  Fears: Well when you face near death and actually saw the reaper’s scythe coming at you hot, you tend to not fear much. She doesn’t really like to summon things though due to that accident, so there’s nervousness whenever she absolutely has to. Mirrors there’s a slight fear due to how they can act as portals into the other realm. And losing loved ones, failing to protect them. Perhaps knowing the truth about her birth is also a fear, as she will deny being a demi god let along to the Goddess of Witches. There’s this feeling she has where she knows she’s not an ordinary witch but out of fear she does not investigate too much with a slight hint of curiosity.  Secrets: Much like main verse she can hear the gods and spirits of the realm, something she denies and keeps to herself. While she can do wandless magic, a feat only known to Hylia, it’s a bit hard and her spells tend to go wild so it’s why she likes to stick to tomes as it better handles her powers. Whenever mana blockage happens, she tends to get embarrassed and will only reveal it if she has to.  IQ: VERY HIGH as expected of someone with a lot of wisdom despite her age. That is all for this one... Eating Habits: NOT VERY GOOD!!! She just throws together anything that’s edible enough and eats it, while it doesn’t taste good she’s always in a rush to get back to work because she’s a bit of a workaholic in this verse! Sometimes, she’ll take elixirs to suppress her hunger if she’s working very hard on something like research or recipe hunting, at times she doesn’t always get the potion right so she tends to try again and again until she does. Neglecting her need to eat. Pretty much, it’s like putting fried rice, egg, and leftovers in a blender and eating that disgusting mess. And though she can cook mainly simple enough dishes, she tends to not do it too much. Someone get this girl some food.  Sleeping Habits: AGAIN NOT VERY GOOD THIS POOR BABY!! When cramming in the night, she gets so focused she tends to stay up until four o’ clock by drinking lots and lots of coffee... and that’s when the sleepiness tends to hit her once that caffeine is all gone, you’ll most likely see her asleep at her desk. Being an early bird though means she won’t get much sleep so ;v; That said when not cramming, she tends to get sleepy once the sun’s down so she does get normal hours of sleep mostly. She loves the morning and always wakes up to the sun greeting her as she tends to leave the curtains open, not at all afraid to do that since like... no one goes deep into Lost Woods aside from Wylan pft.  Book Preferences: She loves reading research and recipe books! It’s always fun for her to learn new things and as such she always has her head buried in a book that discusses tons and tons of research. When not learning and sitting back to relax, she likes tales of adventures and will sometimes read romance novels as well.  Music Preferences: Harp and lyre along with other string instruments! She tends to love folklore as there is a history behind it and she does find that super interesting. Though she can somewhat play the harp/lyre she’s not as talented as say the bard Kina! Groups or Alone: While good enough in a group as she does like teamwork, she’d rather do things on her own. Blame being responsible to a fault for that one alongside slight hero complex for more dangerous things she has to face HJKA! Leader or Follower: Are you kidding? Leader all the freaking way! She has a natural charm about her and is ambitious in a sense, she would make a good leader because she’s wise enough to make good decisions when in a pinch. That said she can be a little bossy when worry wart tendencies pops up and will def assume that you need her help. She’s just trying to be a good friend who believes in you and your potential, don’t mind her. Just... her supportive attitude is pretty strong haha!  Planned Out or Spontaneous: With her carefree nature, you’d think she’d be spontaneous and while she can be at times because adventure is fun, she tends to plan a lot of things out... of course, her plans never work out. But again, she’s resourceful enough to work around the issue she may come across.  Journal Entires (Do they keep one?) YES OF COURSE MY GIRL LOVES TO WRITE!! She actually has a few, four in total. One for researching plants and other things, another to keep track of her inventory, one for folklore and ghosts/monsters findings perhaps, and one for her personal feelings. If you find the last one, she will end your life.  Hobbies, Recreation: Girl loves to knit! It’s very relaxing and she’s really good at it along with sewing her own clothing! She loves flying, and collecting plants in case that wasn’t obvious already. She also loves monster hunting despite how dangerous it can be, but due to how unique the monsters are in Hyrule she just can’t help it! Catch her taking pictures whenever she comes across one while a friend grabs her and runs for dear life. Jam making is a fun things she enjoys and gardening. Overall, really good hobbies she has! How Do They Relax: A nice bath filled with floral oils that’s meant to relax you and certain flowers as well. It’s how she’s got that flowery scent after all. She tends to read in the bath, and well reading in general along with writing is how she unwinds! She loves knitting and gardening and jam making is relaxing from time to time. Drinking tea while sitting underneath the weeping willow. She does love practicing her magic and hexes too!    What Excites Them?: MONSTERS DESPITE HOW DANGEROUS THEY ARE AND SNAPPING PHOTOS TO RECORD THEM, finding new spells, new tomes and other books! Seeing friends will make her super happy, flowers, wild plant life never seen before. Whenever other people from distant cities learn about her potions shop, new cauldrons, successfully making a new potion, exploring new cities and towns, traveling, flying, learning new things because she’s a nerd with a thirst for knowledge... pretty much she’s very excited over tons of things, it doesn’t take much to excite her, actually haha! Pet Peeves: Wylan breaking into her house, she has tons of charms in the place so it’s a bit worrying and annoying to find him in there doing whatever, messing up with a spell or burning potions, hunger pains when she’s deep at work along with her natural sleepiness once it’s dark out, prideful hero types mayhaps where they’re all talk and no action more like (she does value bravery though), bullying since strong sense of justice, and finally gossip and judgement.  Prejudices: She... doesn’t really have one? Aside from not liking bullies and again prideful hero types who are all talk and no action... liars too? And creeps who flirt with her. Flirting is fun but not when it’s unwanted. Yeah... that’s about it I think! Attitudes: Very determined and ready to face the day and is a hard worker! She’s a cheery girl through and through and very kind but don’t let her kindness fool you as she’s not afraid to put her foot down and call you out. She’s charming and a playful girl who has a love for learning. And is very supportive but can be a busybody if she worries for you. And though somewhat scared about the truth of her origins, once the time comes she’s ready to face those fears. She tends to get either angry or embarrassed (it’s ambiguous really) whenever Wylan is around doing... Wylan things actually haha! Stressors: I guess failure or deadlines that she can’t make if the recipe for the potion is too hard. As well as vague customers too because what sorta potion do you want from her she can’t read minds? Tarot cards and palm reading, while she knows how to do these things as it’s natural for all witches, knowing the future is scary and she’d rather live in the now while looking forward to the what the future has in store without knowing of her fate. Also, dark magic. She tends to stay away from it, corruption is a thing that can happen causing her to become a mindless yet very OP being known as sorceress.  Obsessions: WORK. Very much a hard worker to a fault actually due to her high sense of responsibilities playing into that. It’d be cash money if someone could help with relaxing her.  Addictions: Book collecting, along with flower collecting too and finally she has a super bad sweet tooth. That’s about it.  Ambitions: Right now, she wants to become a bigger name in order to help out people as she loves helping others, and well, the extra money doesn’t hurt either. She wishes to become a bit more powerful as she already is, up to the Grand Witch Hylia levels and wishes to increase her mana, not that it’s low but just in case! As Seen by Others: A cutie pie! Who’s kind though sometimes people do avoid her since Witch.  As Seen by Self: She’s cute and she knows it haha! Aside from that she doesn’t see herself as kind but someone who wants to do the right thing, there’s no reason behind this aside from it’s natural for her to be this way. That said she wants to work harder than she already is someone stop her. ASTROLOGY/PHISIOLOGY (hoo boi i know shit about that but let’s go) Birth Date: March 20 Time of Birth: 3:07 AM, right during witching hours with the magic number seven in it, that’s why Hylia went “oh crap she’s gonna be powerful like me and make poor life decisions if she sticks with me time to yeet this baby outta here” Western Astrological Sign: Pisces  Traits Associated with Western Sign: I’m lifting this from a sight but strengths are Compassion, artistic, intuitive, gentle, wise, musical. While weakness is fearful (not really she’s pretty brave but does have some fears) overly trusting, sad, desire to escape reality, can be a victim or a martyr. Some traits don’t really fit her, I guess you can say she’s the odd man out with typical pisces haha!  Chinese Zodiac Sign: That’s a little difficult since it goes by year rather than date but I’ll try! Year of the Monkey! It fits her best I feel! Traits Associated with Chinese Zodiac: according to this site monkeys are fast learners and crafty, they tend to have many interests, they are clever and creative and love to accept challenges. They tend to have magnetic personalities are witty and intelligent but can be naughty aka playful. I feel this fits her better than Pisces... or maybe a mixture of both haha! Handwriting: DOCTOR’S WRITING!! SHE... HAS SLOPPY CURSIVE THAT ONLY SHE CAN READ HWEOH but she can write neat cursive it’s just she’s always in a rush to get her thoughts out there.  Sexual History: Girl was too focused in her studies she did not date anyone. She’s not one for ahem “hooking up either” So... no history there I guess pft.   General Health: Healthy as can be! Medical History: Aside from that one time where she almost died, her medical history is really not that interesting. She does get mana blockage from time to time and they hurt hard and makes it harder to use magic. Her spells going haywire.  Allergies: Hmm... I don’t think she has any. Chronic Illnesses: Nope again! Handicaps: And again no on that either.  OBJECTS Purse / Bag: She has a leather bag around her waist, it’s charmed to be a hammer space of sorts so like... tons of things. Books, tomes, scrolls, diary for ingredients gathering, another journal for folklore and monster tracking, pictograph/camera athame knife just in case because you never know, wallet and plenty of others stuff Wallet: Well, it’s a pouch that’s full of money, a lot just in case. That is also a hammer space of sorts! Fridge: NOT A DAMN THING she’s better at storing bird food for her loftwing and cat food for any stray cats hanging around her area but her fridge is like... leftovers from the little meals she makes from time to time, jam, potions that need to be stored in cold place, veggies, and one battle of water that’s it.  Medicine Cabinet: While she knows some healing spells it doesn’t hurt to have bandages just in case! Along with medical brews that’ll help with things such as colds and other illnesses. Tooth brush and paste of course... and uh the little makeup she has because this girl a goddess and doesn’t wear it too much.  Glove Compartment: CARS DON’T EXIST BUT ACCORDING TO BOTW MOTORCYCLES DO, that said she doesn’t have a motorcycle so like... nothing! Junk Drawer: Utensils, knives for food... for one draw. As for the other real junk drawer full of papers, dried and pressed flowers, journals, and extra quills alongside some cute jewelry! Kitchen Cabinets: Plates, bowls, and glasses of course with spices in another and any food to help with cooking!  Bedroom Hiding Place: Underneath her bed is where the personal journal is... for the most part. Closets: Clothing, it’s a small closet along side other junk like her old wand, and anything relating to her school memories such as supplies.  Backback: Isn’t that the same thing as purse/bag? Either way, read above! Locker: None Desk: WEEPS DO I HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF ON THIS? Read above with living situation.  Clothes pocket: Mostly letters for her father... a pocket watch, and sometimes she’ll have the athame knife in there too. There’s not much she can store with her dress apron! 

OTHER (bitch we almost done!!)  Halloween Costumes: SHEET GHOST!! She won’t go as a witch since well she is one, sheet ghost is probably meant for laughs really. Also she’d make her own black cat costume due to her affinity with them. A black dress, with cat ears and whiskers drawn on... yeah that seems good! Tricks: Little things like charming you to float! Or having giant rabbits chase after you before they cuddle you! Spiders crawling out from your ears! Bats following you. See? Nothing harmful but something funny to witches yet not so much to mortals or other supernatural beings for that matter.  Talents: Magic, she’s insanely talented but it helps having a Goddess mother who created magic and witches/mages in the first place! She’s good at knitting as we established and sewing, very good at brewing all sorts of potions as they’re always high quality, very good at researching stuff. ETC ETC.  Politics: Hmm well,,, Hyrule is absolute monarchy where the king and royal family lie about being descendants of gods so... yeah! Not much to say there since she’s not one who’s tied to mortal virtues.  Flaws: Worrywart which turns to her assuming things and taking the wheel so to speak she’s trying her best to support friends but well being nosy and like this isn’t always the best, sometimes while good with words and advice to comfort someone she doesn’t always say the right thing to comfort said person, she works too hard and is responsible to a fault, she often likes to give others the benefit of the doubt despite being screwed over. And perhaps... she doesn’t worry about herself so much as she worries about others. Not only does she think she can handle most things but also it’s a bit of a hero complex or something similar to that where she always sacrifices herself for others. Because, it’s the right thing to do. She tends to get embarrassed easily and has a bit of a nasty temper at times but it doesn’t take long for her to get overall as she’s not one to hold grudges.  Strengths: Very joyful and charming, many find themselves drawn to her as the result of this. Kind as well to everyone, aside from mentioned above in prejudice section and dislikes, she likes to treat everyone equally as best as she can. Reasonability is her middle name and tends to always get things done. She’s also very wise for her age and someone who encourages you to do your very best because she believes in you and sees this great light in you that gives you great potential for the bright future. She can be a little flirty towards someone she likes once she gets over her initial shyness upon discovering her feelings but well romance is new to her so sometimes she’ll miss certain romantic intentions. And playful girl who’s a bit witty too. She has talents for magic and is a fast learner for the most part. Also love learning too and is a nerd. She has a creative side to her! Drugs/Alcohol: Nope! Passwords: Probably her birthday for like things that require numbers such as safes and the like! Email Address, Home Page, Blogs, etc.: Well none pft Time and place: Very vague middle ages that takes inspiration from the Magic Technology BOTW has along with other games too such as TP and SS.  Special Places: The sky... does that count? And the Haunted Grove deep within the Lost Woods.  Special Memories: Meeting her familiar for the first time, any time spent with her dad as he was loving and kind, getting accepted to become a student for Hylia despite her wanting to keep a distance but takes her under her wing just in case. 

[telesthisia]

(copy and pasted from a meme resource. feel free to copy and fill in for your own muse!)

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: She has a sort of refreshing smell to her (that sounds weird ok LET ME GO A LITTLE MORE INTO THIS) like freshly cut grass or... or that smell you smell when you walk outside early in the morning where there’s still dew on the grass and the sun isn’t fully out. Also roses because tfw you’re spoiled stupid by the castle staff and constantly take rose water baths, constantly covered in rose oils with a sprinkle of rose perfumes. The maids said we hoarding this bitch for our princess when they discovered rose water and other rose products hJKA!!!

HOW THEY SLEEP: Hugging a pillow, on her side!! With s/o you bet your sweet ass she’s cuddling with them!! Honestly though it’s a bit concerning how she sleeps because she more or less sleeps like the dead and it’s tough to wake her up considering she’s talking to ancestors and other dead folk during sleeping hours so she kinda forgets that she’s asleep when really deep in a conversation pft!! When having clairvoyant dreams, however, she’s a bit more lighter in terms of sleep! 

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: She likes string instruments like the lute or the harp/lyre! Also enjoys folklore music and I’d say soft piano pieces but well that thing wasn’t invented until early 18th century so... uh *looks up middle ages instruments* ORGAN!! That bitch has been around since like the BC times, 3rd century apparently if google is telling me the right answer, that’s the closest we’ll get weeps weeps. 

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY: I’ve been watching history videos of how long it takes to get dressed in different eras, it’s all super interesting but whew I’m glad I live in an era where I just put on shorts, any shirt, shoes, and thigh high socks and leave the house HWEOH! But, she wakes up early in the morning to clean up a bit before the maids come in to help with all those heavy skirts and junk along with makeup and fixing up her hair and trying to tame the floofs™ all in all a pretty freaking long time. If she were to wake up earlier before the maids came in, get done quicker by just wearing peasant clothing (which takes seven minutes if these history videos are correct hweoh), brushing her hair so it can appear a bit neat despite the floofs™ that stick out and minimal makeup (eyeshadow and lipstick) it only takes her twenty minutes at most! 

FAVOURITE THING TO COLLECT: Paintings but like really weird and creepy ones that only speak to her at a level no one could really understand but her, sadly she finds beauty in everything even in the macabre so... she also loves collecting romance novels but that’s a secret she’ll take with her to the grave, she’s a sucker for simple trinkets it doesn’t have to be fancy and bonus points if there’s cool backstory to those, old coins... anything with history behind it actually!  

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: Right.

RELIGION (if any): Hyrule Creation Mythos ;v; though Hylia is more or less forgotten in her era the golden goddesses not so much! 

FAVOURITE SPORT(S): Horse back riding and gentle walks, that’s the only thing she can do without dying hWEOH 

FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING: SHE’S SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO SEE THE WORLD SO YOU NAME IT AND SHE’LL DO ALL THE ANNOYING TOURISTY THINGS!! Sightseeing, taking pictures or well having a painter paint certain areas more like it, trying all the foods she can eat, exploring every inch of the area my girl loves to explore and try new things what can I say? 

FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER: Cloudy, rainy days are lovely. But she does like warm sunny days with a nice cool and refreshing fall breeze. She’s not a fan of anything too hot or too cold just mild weather.  

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: Cries, not much to fear when you’ve faced death multiple times and seen your kingdom come to ruin while watching loved ones die and are constantly plagued with creepy clairvoyant dreams while also linked to the spirit realm thus I Can See Dead People... UH honestly not much scares her aside from being kidnapped once again that’d but her in a panic really, but like, is that really weird or obscure? Erm though I will say she does have Atychiphobia with a touch of Atelophobia due to environments where she’s expected to be perfect. She also does not like being alone or in worse yet, alone in dark places. Yeah... YEAH SHE’S AFRAID OF BEING COMPLETELY ALONE!!! That fits and works and I’m adding that. 

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: Whack a mole.... trivia games but Whack a mole to the surprise of everyone. Also ring toss too! 

Tagged by: not tagged but I stole it from @legendarylullaby​

tagging: you, the person reading this ;v; 

[mindwideopen]

Dolly Parton, donated a million dollars to the research of a covid vaccination. One company that she helped, has a promising vaccine they’re working on. Dolly Parton, is love.

The people we are, is determined by our actions. Our feelings start the chain, and then beliefs, and our intentions around those beliefs, then our thoughts come in almost simultaneously to those, then boom! Action, or in action, depending on our motivation to do. So that’s the explanation of how we live life daily. Dolly Parton, moved straight from feelings to action. Love does that sometimes. Love has no hesitation. But you, as a person have to choose. Act, or not. Love, or not.

“But my intentions are good. I mean, I want to help, but people have more money than I do, or other people are on it already, or she’s famous so people who are famous should be doing that kind of thing as an example to those who aren’t, and I’m busy, and my moneys tied up now, and my time is limited, and the issues are being tended to by the powers that be that aren’t me, and I’m tired, and no ones helping me, so why should i help...” and love? Well... not very apparent.

Being a person who aids to the whole is not always about money. Money, isn’t people. Money, is a by product of energy. It’s not an energy alone, unless you make it one. “That person with money... a douche. They’re rich because they don’t share. Selfish, and doesn’t give to the causes I believe in, so pinchy and tight and mean, and...” well, that’s one way to view money. Another is this, “that rich person, shouldn’t be defined as a “rich” person. They are a person, like me, who does things to help society as a whole. Probably a lot of things that I personally don’t know about, because I’m not open to hearing about the rich people who do good things. Maybe I’m sour applesauce, cause I want to do good things on a greater scale too. Maybe, I can follow their lead, and do what I can do to help from the position I’m in, and maybe, I don’t have to judge all rich people, as bad.” Another, more peaceful and fair way to approach life.

Our choices about our beliefs can either help or hinder us. Some beliefs we hold are lighter, and some super heavy, so we need help holding them.... “jeez, look at her! Pft! Rich! Whatever... isn’t it repulsive? All that money? And her, with that money? Please...”

Another person who holds a similar belief: yeah! Who does she think she is? She’s rich, so she thinks a, b, AND c even though I have no clue what she believes, or anything about her personally. Also, I’ve heard, and read that she is a lover of other people with money only. That is not me, so she’s terrible, and a hater.

1st person: that’s it. I’m done with rich people altogether. They can all stay in their offices and look down at me and judge. Screw them and their businesses.

2nd person: yeahhh...

And so on, and so forth. Maybe, instead of finding like minded people who focus on, and believe in the lack in me, like I do, I can find people who are willing to see the money and the money people, as decent human beings, also like me. Or better yet, instead of finding new people to talk to, introduce the option of inclusion into your daily conversation instead of how it went down above. Inclusion in belief, helps change the social dynamic of the whole, of yourself, and others. It changes your energy, to happier, more peaceful. Holding judgements, is not comfortable. And the only person really in control of your load, is you. (Pun intended)

The same is on the flip side. “Those people are soooo needy. Jeez! Get a job already! How do you think I got where I am today?! I worked my ass off! And I give, and it’s still not enough. And they’re bitter, cause they feel like I don’t give enough. Well what are they doing for themselves?! Please... I’m also afraid that they’re going to take... a lot, and I’m not into it. So let them be them, I do what I can. I’m busy, and I can only do so much... besides, they’re lazy, and different, and not of our social standing. I don’t know them, so they must be... wrong...” The same rules apply as above. Those people find others that believe the same thing as they do:

Person 2: yes! Pure jealousy, that’s all it is. We are workers, and doers, and they are not. They don’t deserve what we have, cause we are the people who bust our ass so we can have the American dream. It’s available to everyone, why don’t they do the same?!

Person 1: yeahhhh.

Maybe, instead of apathy, a little more inclusion can be helpful. But our beliefs dictate who we resonate with, and who we surround ourselves with on a daily basis. I think it’s telling, that I basically have only a handful of people that I associate with anymore. I am tired, of exclusivity, on both sides of the coin. But I’m doing the same exact thing I accuse everyone else of, I’m excluding myself from people I feel have hurt me.

For years I have been apathetic about my energy. I have made excuses about why I don’t fit in with anyone, and have essentially made it a self fulfilling prophecy. I tried a number of times to attempt to get myself out of the socioeconomic tier that I’m in, for the betterment of me and my family, but my underlying beliefs (energy) have always been a factor in my efforts. So what you feel, and think, and subsequently do, affects everyone and everything. And the same applies for how you feel, and think about yourself. All of your decisions are based on how you feel. So, check in. How do you feel, about you?

Right now? Honestly? I don’t feel so hot. I just reactivated some shit energy as examples above, and now I yelled at my son for trying to be goofy, and get my attention even though I’ve told him over and over I am trying to concentrate on writing. Shit flows downhill, as the saying goes. What did he do? Your thoughts, affect the whole, whether you realize it or not. By the by, I apologized. It’s not his fault his mom... is a failure in her career. Another belief I’m trying to overcome. And I’m not having the best time of it, truth be told.

The feeling of lack, can only be rectified from within ourselves. No one can convince me otherwise, until I convince myself, by focusing on positive examples of myself not lacking. But I have to look for it first, recognize it, and acknowledge it. If I believe I’m a failure, then I’m going to find situations and people who support that belief.

Honesty, with love, helps bridge the gap between anger (hate) and love. The love of self, is something I’ve been struggling with for years now. And I’m starting to recognize that my self talk, influences that. Honesty without love, is harsh. It may be true, but shit! That shit hurts! I’ve been honest both in and out of love, to a lot of people, due to my own hurt that lies not so latently inside of me. Lately, I’ve been erupting like a frickin volcano. I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok... BOOM! Where the HELL did THAT come from?!? Well, I didn’t share my feelings about how I feel like I’ve been treated for awhile that I haven’t been ok with, and/or, you didn’t listen if I did, so I’m out. I do that. I’m a jet plane. I leave, like Daniel in the song Daniel by Elton John. Daniel, left. He left his brother, to wonder why. We do that a lot, by holding on to our hurt and grief from past experiences. Sometimes enough is enough, and entertaining old energy isn’t an option for me anymore. My point is, working on relationships prior to the point of eruption by being open and honest about things, can yield a better outcome, and a better chance of keeping a relationship for a long time.

But I’m waaayyyyy off topic.. Dolly Parton, is a goddess! She is an example of what we should all do, to contribute and include us all in the equation. My husband told me something very valuable the other day, that I preach but barely practice. Instead of focusing on the people who are not into me, or interested in me, or who aren’t like minded, how about focusing on people who I can look up to? People I want to emulate, and maybe then more of those people and opportunities will present themselves to me. Absolutely. If all I see is closed doors, then all I will entertain, is that reality that I myself chose, whether I realize it or not.

So I’m starting to realize that good people come in all shapes and sizes. And Dolly Parton, is Smokey mountain hot! So in her honor, I’m going to wear those jeans posted above, and close this piece with a punny, because that’s one thing that makes me happy. Puns. Laughing. Joy. Not necessarily at others expense, but more situational, cause we’re all human. So let me say this: Dolly Parton, embodies love. I mean.... really embodies it, to the hilt! I mean, comin and goin, she is an ample amount of love! And she shows her love, through her kindness, her actions, and her... huuuuuuuuuuuuuge.... heart, as we all should. ❤️😉

[thegodshavehorns]

Come Into My Parlor (1/5)

Chapter 1: The Souse of Sauce

Your name is Rose Lalonde, and you are incredibly, bitterly cold. It’s late Libra in Antarctica, and you’re trudging through whipping wind and flying bits of ice. It’s not quite a blizzard yet, but it’s building to one, and it’s probably well below zero Fahrenheit, though you’re not sure how much so.

You try to peek to the side, but your peripheral vision is blocked by your snow visor and your range of motion is hindered by your layers of scarves, gaiters, and coats. Eridan is wrapped up too. He'll take temperatures down to freezing without complaint, but in cold this intense he’s nearly as uncomfortable as you.

You shiver, even through five layers of clothing. The wind cuts into you wherever the merest sliver of skin is exposed.

Eridan’s manor is ahead, but snow has covered the path. He could have flown you right to the door without any extra effort, but he seems to like walking a little in the snow first. He says it helps keep him grounded.

You’ve been here before. This is your second austral summer with Eridan. You stayed with your mother for the boreal summer, though the Prince often took you on field excursions even then. You think you wouldn’t mind staying the winter here, but Eridan didn't seem fond of the proposition. Maybe this year you can convince him.

Still, it is very, very cold. You stumble slightly on the ice, and he catches your arm. He says something, but the wind and layers of fabric muffle his voice beyond legibility. You wonder, somewhat embarrassed and somewhat hopeful, if he’s going to just fly you to the door.

But he doesn’t. The both of you continue to pick your way forward - and Eridan stops.

He points, but you can’t see anything of note. You are so cold. You decide to keep going, but the wind shifts and this time you can hear the god speak.

“Someone is in my hive. Wait here.”

You turn with great effort, and look at him. “Eridan,” you say, your lips and tongue feeling stiff and numb. “You can’t imagine how cold I am right now. I am in desperate need of a furnace.”

“Wait here,” he repeats, and straightens, shaking purple wings out of his coat. In the space of a blink, a wicked rifle is in his hands. “I don’t know who is in there, and you are not immortal.”

“Precisely,” you reply, your chattering teeth sapping the venom from your words. “If I stay out here I’ll freeze to death.”

The god sighs. “Fine. Follow me closely, and arm yourself.”

He starts marching towards the manor at a faster clip (was he going slowly before, to keep pace with you?), while you fumble with your small duffel, extracting your knitting needles. Unlike the Prince, you can’t have your weapons in hand at an instant’s notice.

You rush to keep pace with your mentor. Soon, you can see what he saw: that the door to the manor is open.

Eridan pauses at the manor’s entrance. From above the ground, his abode looks  like the airlock to some kind of nuclear bunker dome. He peers inside, then steps in. You follow, sighing with relief at getting some shelter from the wind.

The immediate interior of the manor is stone-floored, with antique coat hooks and boot racks, before opening up to a sumptuous foyer. Right now, it’s all coated in a thin layer of snow, due to the door having been left callously open.

Eridan heads straight for the middle of the room. He’s at least a foot taller than he was a moment ago, and no longer wearing the heavy coat, but rather a fur-trimmed version of his godhood, embellished with sigils and brass. He’s trying to look intimidating, and if you weren’t used to his dramatics by now you might fall for it.

"Who is here?” he calls. “Reveal yourself at once!"

There is silence.

“I said,” he repeats. "wwho is here? revveal yourself at once!”

While he continues his attempts at intimidation, you decide to close the door. It’s letting in the frigid air, and your toes are numb inside your insulated boots.

There is still no answer forthcoming. You turn from the door and look back at Eridan, who appears to be listening intently, his eyes narrow.

“you don’t wwant to make me angry, do-”

Suddenly, his eyes go wide, and his jaw drops. “Oh. I can’t believe it. Of all the stupid-”

He folds his wings and strides off, towards the kitchen.

You follow, wishing that the furnace was on. The interior of the manor is out of the wind, but it’s still frigid, and the control panel for the heat is retina-locked to Eridan alone. Your fingers, clumsy from the cold even in their gloves, clutch your needles more tightly.

The kitchen is lavish, like everything else in the manor, with fancy countertops and ivory utensils and mahogany cabinets full of lovely antique china.

Right now, the kitchen is also a mess. The cabinets and drawers have all been opened and ransacked. Empty jars are lying around, on the table and on the floor, some rolling on their sides. And there, sprawled over the frosted glass table, clutching an empty glass jar in one hand, blue gossamer wings drooping and dragging on the floor, is a goddess in an orange hood.

Eridan facepalms. “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

The Thief of Light, because who else could it be, turns her face towards the both of you and grunts. “Shuddup.”

The Prince groans through his fingers. “I feel as though I should apologize on behalf a’ the entire concept of divinity, though a’ course I know you would not judge based on such a small sample.”

“Shut uuuuuuuup!”

Eridan lowers his hand and looks at her, obviously disgusted. “Breakin’ and enterin’, Vris? Really?”

“Fuck you, Eridan!” The goddess, with some difficulty, pushes herself upright, and staggers to her feet, swaying. “Fuck you and f8ck your angels! You think they can get to me? Well, they can’t!”

You watch this egregious display with interest and some degree of amusement. “I never realized that one of the gods was a drunk,” you note. “I wonder if this is why my mother is so devout?”

Eridan bends down to pick one of the fallen jars. “How much of this have you been eatin’?”

“You’ve been stockpiling it!” The Thief is talking at a quite unnecessary volume. “Why, you think there’s gonna be a shortage?”

“There might be one now,” you quip.

Eridan wrinkles his upper lip, obviously miffed. “I can appreciate a good vintage.” He glances at the jar, which is labeled with a script you aren’t familiar with. “3900? That was a good century, dammit Vris!”

“Yes.” The Thief, Vris, half-smiles. “It was reaaaaaaaally delicious.”

“Vriska. Get out of my hive.”

The drunk goddess isn’t budging, so you decide to introduce yourself. You step forward and extend your hand.

“Excuse me. I don’t think we’ve been introduced.  My name is Rose Lalonde. You might know my mother?”

Eridan tenses behind you, and the Thief just stares, eyes unfocused. And yes, true to the scriptures, she has seven pupils in the left one.

But neither of them stop you, so you continue. “…and you must be the Souse of Sauce, if I may be so bold as to use your godly title?”

The Thief smiles, and looks behind you, at Eridan. “How cute. What is she, ten?”

“Fourteen, if you don’t mind. Nearly fifteen.”

“Good for you.” She sways, giggles tipsily, and looks at Eridan again. “What level of Angel Scout is that? Never mind. I don’t care.”

Eridan is kneading his forehead with his fingertips. “Why are you here, Vris?”

The goddess looks back to you. “I’m the Thief of Luck. I mean Light. Ha ha fuck.”

You sigh, and fancy that if you closed your eyes it would almost be exactly like being back at home with your mother. You feel irritated at the familiarity.

“Shall I clean up after you?” you ask, voice laced more strongly with bitterness than you’d intended. “Believe me, I am well-versed in the ways of the Souse. I am intimately familiar with the ginwasted haze of the merrydrunks, and I have heard them slur in the pisspickled throes of the wineplastered tongues.”

The Thief blinks slowly. “Wow, Ampora. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

You speak up before he can, layering your voice with as much sarcasm as you can. “My mother must be your dearest disciple.”

Vriska frowns, and sways, grasping a chair for support. “What’re you going on about? I don’t even know who your mother is, kid.”

“Roxy Lalonde. I merely thought, since she emulates you so accurately, that she would be one of your disciples.”

The goddess rolls her eyes. “Look kid you're cute and you might think you’re hot shit but I don't know or care a8out your lusus. Mother.”

How odd. She seems to be slipping in and out of her Tinge. “Then maybe I should introduce you.”

“Whatever.” Eyes half-lidded, the Thief picks up a jar and runs her finger along the inside, collecting any last morsel of honey, then sticks the digit in her mouth. “Go ‘way and let the adults talk.”

“No, Vriska,” speaks up Eridan. “You are goin’ to leave. Now.”

Vriska glares. “Why? What’re you gonna do about it, Ampora?”

You pause, and look at both of them. “It is rather cold,” you note.

“I’ll turn on the heat in a minute, Rose,” Eridan mutters, then turns back to Vriska. He points towards the door. “Go home. You’re drunk.”

“Noooooooo, I’ll do whatever I want!” The Thief takes a step towards the Prince, then stumbles and falls.

Out of sheer instinct, you dart to catch her. She’s not as heavy as your mother.

The goddess slumps in your arms. “Pft,” she says. “Fuck.”

Eridan puts a steadying hand on your shoulder, and you nod at him in gratitude.

The Prince shakes his head. “I have half a mind to drop her out in the cold.”

You frown. “I’m almost catching frostbite and I’m inside. And I don’t think she’s in any condition to fly away.”

Eridan snorts. “So? Maybe dying of hypothermia will sober her up.”

Your eyes briefly widen before you smooth your expression. Yes, they’re both immortal. Still, that seems awfully cold-blooded. Mind the pun.

“Shuddup,” mutters the goddess in question from her spot slumped over your shoulder. She makes an uncoordinated attempt to stand up, but doesn’t quite manage it. “I’m fine.”

You carry-drag her to out of the kitchen and back to the lobby, where you both collapse onto a couch. Vriska is nearly limp, and it’s actually not quite as cold with her sprawled over you.

Eridan, watching you, lets out a long-suffering sigh. “I’ll go start up the furnaces. Rose, I don't think she's likely to do anything harmful in her state, but if she makes any odd movements, call for me.”

You nod, and he goes to attend to the boiler room.

As soon as he’s gone, Vriska tries to lift her head. “Prick,” she mutters. “He’s such a prick.”

You can’t help but smile slightly. “Yes. But I love him anyway.”

…Why did you just say that? “I mean, figuratively. It’s a human expression.”

You don’t think that will alert him. Lying to other people doesn’t grab his attention as much as self-deception does.

Vriska, however, doesn’t seem to care. “Whatever.”

Actually. From what you’ve seen, she doesn’t seem to care about much of anything. And she’s only the second god you’ve ever had… well, close contact with. Seeing as how she’s practically lying on top of you.

Maybe she’ll be more forthcoming, where Eridan was not? And besides, she’s probably feeling more loose-lipped than usual.

“So,” you say. “Where did you come from?”

With full drunkard eloquence, she replies, “What?”

“I mean, before you made our universe.”

The Thief snorts. “What'd you care?”

“I’m curious,” you reply. “It’s not something they teach in school.” You pause. “I know you were like us, once. Or, more like us. I’ve been able to piece together that much. You didn't spring forth from nothing, fully-formed.”

Vriska is silent, and you wonder if you crossed a line. “I apologize if this dredges up bad memories,” you offer. “I shouldn't have brought it up.”

After a few more moments, Vriska speaks up. “How 8adly do you wanna know, little Angel?”

She’s trying to lift her head, and you move her into a more comfortable, upright position. “There, is that better?”

She grunts what you think is an affirmative, so you go on.

“You should probably stop calling me an Angel. I am not one.”

“Huh? Then what are you? S’not like Eridumbass lets just anyone tromp around his hive.”

You decide to let that particular strand of irony slip by, as you doubt the goddess is sober enough to appreciate it.

“I suppose I might have been on his radar due to my mother. She’s one of Skaiacorp’s top administrators. Then I wrote an essay that, ah, called you landlords who charged too much rent. Supreme Fascists. And certain other things. It piqued his interest.”

Vriska snorts. “Course it would. Typical.”

She doesn't elaborate, so you continue. “Regardless, my job is to inform him when he is erring, essentially. He wanted someone who would not be afraid to talk back to him.”

The Thief is quiet for a long moment, and you wonder if she might have passed out. Then she speaks again. “You’re not afraid?”

“I was at first,” you admit. “When we first met. But now… I trust he won’t put me into unnecessary danger.”

The goddess gives a floppy smile, hitching up her lips to show her fangs. “Are you afraid of me?”

You pause, and turn to examine the goddess more closely. Her skin: like Eridan’s, is unblemished and a flat, matte gray. Her hair: stiff, black, and untidy. Her eyes: half closed with inebriation, are a clear blue with yellow scleras. They don’t appear bloodshot, but she’s definitely not really focusing on you, not with any of her eight pupils. Her small fangs protrude against her black lips. Her ears with their small points, nearly completely hidden in her hair. And the horns: orange fading to yellow in a smooth gradient, one bent downward at the end, the other splitting into two points.

“No,” you reply. “You are far more intriguing than you are frightening.”

Vriska frowns. “You should be scared. I could kill you like...” She lifts one hand and waves it vaguely in the air. “Like that.”

“Yes, I’m sure. And I’m sure that there could be a sudden gamma ray burst that fatally irradiates all life on earth. There are many ways to die that are out of my control, so why should I worry when there isn't anything I can do about it? It’s a waste of my time.”

The goddess makes a soft sound, a hah, almost a laugh. “Smart. Soooooooo smart. Eridan likes smarts.”

Your stomach does an impressive loop de loop. Or, at least it feels like it does.

Better save that to think about later.

Vriska is a dead weight, pinning your arm to the couch. Your hand is starting to tingle with pins and needles. It’s an oddly familiar sensation. It reminds you of when you were little, sitting with your mother and pretending that she was cuddling with you. But she was always just passed out.

You don’t like that thought. The Thief of Light is not your mother. The similarity is bringing up a very large can of emotional annelids that you would rather not investigate at this moment, and that you’re certain Eridan will make you go over later in excruciating detail.

Well. So be it. Such do students of the gods suffer for their knowledge.

Aloud, you say: “You asked me earlier, how badly I wanted to know about your world.”

“Mhm,” grunts the goddess.

“If it is painful to broach, then I understand,” you continue. “But if you are willing to speak on it, then I would really like to know.”

Again, she makes a soft hah. “Not painful. S’dead and gone. Don’t miss it. Not gonna tell for free, though.”

“I see. It will be a trade, then? What will my side of the bargain be?”

The goddess tries to raise her head, with only the slightest success. “What’s offering? What’s th’ dirt on Eridan, ferinstance?”

She’s slurring, losing coherence. You hope she’ll remain conscious long enough to answer your questions.

“Dirt? What do you mean?”

“Fuck, I thought you were smart,” Vriska’s head flops back onto the couch. “What’s he up to? What’s his irons in th’ fire?”

Your brows crease. “I don’t really know much of his long-term goals, if that’s what you are asking. We mainly discuss history, social science, and politics.” You pause. “I suppose he’s been arguing with the Witch more than usual, lately. I’m not sure what about.”

“Mhm. Fascin8ing.”

You nudge her slightly in the side. “Your turn.”

She twitches her shoulders in an infinitesimal shrug. “You’re right. We used t’ be like you.”

You raise your eyebrows, waiting, but it seems the goddess has finished. “How informative. I am so very educated.” You nudge her again, harder. “Pay up, Thief of Light. We had a deal. And don’t just bare your teeth at me either. I’m not afraid of you.”

She grunts, and then says; “We didn’t used to have wings.” The goddess closes her eyes and leans her head back, and you are struck by how vulnerable she looks. “Thass all you’re getting outta me. Ask again when th’ room stops spinning.”

“As far as I can detect, it isn’t spinning,” you reply, and she groans.

“Ugh. Ask later. You know how t’ reach me.”

And before you can say anything more, she’s snoring.

That’s when Eridan re-enters the room. His gaze lands on the both of you, and he makes a noise of disgust.

You nod to him, and realize that the room does, in fact, feel warmer. You attempt to shrug off your outer layers of clothing, and manage to slip out from under the sleeping goddess. You turn around and behold the theologically unusual sight of the Thief of Light using your down coat and windbreaker as a pillow.

“Good, she didn’t try to hurt you,” he says. “I didn’t think she would. Still, interactin' with Vris in any situation tends to be a gamble.”

You nod. “No doubt her reputation is deserved. But all the same, I think she was far too inebriated to do more than complain at me.”

Eridan huffs, then says, “Well, now we have a decision to make. What do we do with our trespasser and drunkard?”

“I suppose we should let her sleep it off,” you reply. “That’s what I always did with my mother.”

Eridan regards you intently. “Are you goin’ to keep watch over her as she sleeps? Vris ate at least five full jars of high-quality aged honey. Likely very rapidly. It will take at least fifteen to twenty hours for her to sober up. Maybe more, if I overlooked any jars. And I won’t have her wakin’ up to have free, hung-over reign a’ my hive.”

You recognize that he is giving you a puzzle. “I suppose we could lock her in a room. She can sober up in there and won’t be able to meddle with your property.”

Eridan frowns. “You know how her abilities work, don’t you? If there is even a infinitesimally tiny probability a’ escape, she will escape. Even my high-security rooms are not built to hold my fellow gods.”

“Well, we can’t put her out in the cold,” you say, and then you see the look on Eridan’s face.

“False,” he says, softly.

“I’m not certain I-”

“Very well, Rose. I will clarify.” Eridan straightens, and gestures towards Vriska. “You have had plenty a’ opportunity to see how she and I differ from humans. You’ve flown with me. I’ve told you of things that occurred hundreds of millions of years ago, and in galaxies too distant to see with an unaided eye. For your edification, I’ve brought you crystals and books and preserved specimens from worlds no human has ever seen. And granted, you have not yet watched me die. But surely you believe me when I say that I, and the other living gods, are immortal? That inflicted wounds heal? That toxins are purged from our bodies? That we fall, then stand and breathe again?”

You keep your expression impassive, but this does not sit well with you. You trust Eridan. But Vriska is asleep. Surely what he is suggesting is murder, even if she will return?

You’re lying to yourself, and he hears you.

“It is no more than an inconvenience to her, I can promise you that. And perhaps it is cuttin’ her fun a little short, to sober her so suddenly.”

“Still,” you say, “Isn’t leaving her to die of exposure awfully cruel?”

“She’s unconscious,” says your mentor. He sighs. “But I suppose I could use this as an opportunity for a lesson. Very well, Rose. Put your coat back on, and follow me.”

He goes to Vriska on the couch, and picks her up, hefting her easily over his shoulder. Your stomach does a funny little flop again, but not for the same reason it did earlier.

You quickly throw on your coat, and follow him outside. After experiencing the steadily warming interior, the Antarctic wind is like being punched in the face. You blink and gasp for a good few seconds before regaining composure.

Eridan, wrapped in far fewer layers than you, lays Vriska down on the snow several yards from the entrance. Then he walks back to you.

You don’t want to leave her out there alone. You think she deserves more dignity, at least, then being left out like a pile of garbage to rot. And you are about to tell Eridan so.

But when he reaches you, the Prince turns, facing Vriska. “Stay behind me, Rose,” he says. And he draws his rifle.

Your breath catches. You’ve never been the squeamish type. You are fairly sure you could kill, were it in self-defense. But this is killing because… because it’s expedient. Convenient. God or not, that’s-

Bang.

You don’t flinch.

You betray no surprise at how…. how blue, it is.

“Stay here,” says Eridan, and you don’t move. How can you move, when the goddess who fell asleep on your shoulder has just been shot like a rabid dog?

The Prince puts a steadying hand on your shoulder. “Rose. Breathe. Just wait.”

It’s not even a full minute. Maybe not even thirty seconds.

“Oh, fuck you, Eridan!” snaps Vriska. She sits up, wraps her arms around her shoulders, and her wings flick open. “It’s freezing out here! Literally freezing!”

She is sitting in a snowbank stained blue by her own blood, but there is not a mark on her.

“Don’t break into my hive again, Vris,” says Eridan flatly, and his rifle vanishes. “I mean it.”

“Oh, whatever, Ampora!”

For a single moment, she makes eye contact with you. Her eyes are clear. Lucid. Are you imagining it, or is that a hint of a smirk?

There is only faintest whoosh of air, to mark her departure.

Eridan’s hand is still on your shoulder. “Rose,” he says.

“I should not have doubted,” you reply. “I apologize. She… seems none the worse for wear.”

“No,” replies Eridan. “It is good to doubt, good to question. You were wrong in this case, but it is better to have asked and been wrong, then to have accepted blindly. I did not take you on because a’ your faith.”

You nod, slowly.

“Let’s go warm up.”

And you do.