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daycourtofficial · 1 year ago

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Deceptive Domestication

Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 7.7k | Warnings: sexism, misogyny

Summary: The two of you have to pretend to be a married couple for a mission. Can you live with this false reality? Or will your feelings for Azriel eat you alive when it’s over?

Author’s note: started making it, had a breakdown, bon apetit

“Angel, where are you?”

Azriel’s deep voice moves on the wind, finding you at the back of your cottage. You twist the new ring adorning your fourth finger, the skin beneath it showing no tan lines, “I’m back here, just one second!”

Azriel laughs, his voice sweet and full of honey, “the wife’s an avid gardener. When we were first considering moving here, she insisted we check the soil to make sure she would be able to have her prized blackberries.”

You appear from the side of the house, wiping your hands on the apron around your dress. Azriel’s arm reaches around you, clasping you on your shoulder as you get next to him.

“He’s right, I love my blackberries greatly,” you say, reaching out to shake hands with your new neighbors. They lived in the house closest to yours, a red thatched roof adorning the black building. Delicious smells came from it, and judging by the smoke from the chimney, they were likely preparing dinner when they saw you two.

“We just wanted to come by and meet the two of you, we saw you come in last night and wanted to introduce ourselves. I’m Arben,” the male points to himself, “and this is my wife, Alija.”

You nod to both of them - they looked to be a good bit older than you and Azriel, wrinkles adorning their tanned faces. “Thank you, this used to be my Uncle Sal’s home. Since he passed away recently, he left the home to us and we wanted to leave our home village.”

“I’m so sorry about Sal, sweetheart,” he says, a sympathetic look in his eye, “he was a nice male, talked about you all of the time. Alija has to finish dinner, but we’ll see the two of you around, yeah?”

You press your lips into a firm smile, nodding before pressing into Azriel’s side and turning back to the house. His arm on your back guides you to the door of your new home, his touch a familiar warmth amidst all of the new. Once you cross the threshold, shutting the door behind yourselves, Azriel’s hand falls from your back and he immediately puts distance between you two, walking towards the bedroom he was staying in. His smile drops, the air in the room frigid. Rhys’s words clang through you, a shock to your senses.

Go to this village as a married couple. I’m unsure how long it will take.

You jolted as Azriel slammed the door behind him. Sighing, you move to your own room, taking in the bags left to unpack. You had taken great care to pack enough to last you as the season changes. The two of you were here indefinitely, marooned in a quaint village of about forty-three people.

Move in, become friends with the neighbors, find out what you can.

There was a circle of villages in the western part of the Night Court where females kept disappearing - six had gone missing in the last month. The villagers were not speaking to outsiders, but Rhysand thought a long term mission might allow the spies to get close enough to get some questions answered.

So he decided on you and Azriel.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

It had been strange seeing Azriel play this version of a spy, even if it had only been a day. You were so used to him lurking in the shadows, it felt so strange to watch him play the part of a doting husband, and to do it well. Introducing you to the neighbors and random villagers, a hand kept on your skin at all times - on your lower back, your waist, your shoulders. It was so easy to get swept up in the illusion you two were selling - even you were convinced you were newlyweds, moving for a fresh start.

Until he slammed his door, reminding you it was all fake, a farse for information.

Things between you and Azriel have always been easy. You two were the best of friends, most of your free time being spent with him since joining the Inner Circle two years ago. The two of you spent countless nights sitting together when sleep wouldn’t find you, you two had even developed a code - open bedroom doors at night were a silent invitation for the other to come in, spending most nights in each other’s rooms, wrapped up in sheets that smelled of the two of you.

All of that ended very suddenly a few months ago. Suddenly his door was always closed to you, your own cracked every night. A call to him, begging him to acknowledge you.

You started keeping your door closed a month ago. It didn’t feel right, shutting him out, but clearly you had done something wrong. Your entrance into a room would cause him to leave immediately, changes in his training schedule to avoid you, abruptly turning around when he saw you.

It was all pissing you off.

The rest of the Inner Circle were just as clueless as you were as to what happened to cause Azriel’s sudden distance. Cassian tried to interfere - making plans with both of you for dinner at a restaurant and ditching, trying to force you two to spend time together.

Azriel just left once he caught sight of you.

That was your tipping point. You stopped going to training, you pulled back from family dinners. They were his family first, and you wanted to give him whatever space he needed. Everyone protested, telling you it was his problem, and in Cassian’s words “if he’s going to be a jackass, I don’t want him around anyway.”

Still, you retreated, hardly seeing much of the family you had forged over the past few years. No matter how much it hurts you to do so.

Once you began accepting this new Azriel-less reality, Rhys had called you into his office. The high lord looked almost conflicted, your entire family aware that something weird was happening between you and Azriel. None of them dared to ask Azriel, his darkened mood making it incredibly easy to anger him, and anytime they asked you they were met with a shrug and a soft, “I don’t know.”

All of them had been scratching their heads, desperate for an explanation for the sudden iciness between you two. It had been weeks of this, and everyone missed seeing the two of you exchanging whispers in the corner or watching Azriel’s shadows wind through your hair.

Which was why Rhysand decided to insert himself into the situation. He called you into his office, and after asking you to take a seat, he began asking after your week. Your eyebrows knitted, confused about the formality of it all, when you realized you haven’t actually seen Rhysand in almost a month.

You had taken up residence in the House of Wind - since you were a scholar it lended easy access to your work, and whenever you wanted to leave, you asked Azriel to ferry you around. You tried to remember the last time you saw anyone in the inner circle that wasn't Cassian or Nesta, and it was when Cassian offered to fly you into town to get lunch with Feyre three weeks ago.

You’re not certain how to tell Rhysand the past few weeks had been filled with silence, whatever happened between you and the shadowsinger led you to avoid Cassian and Nesta, avoid training, avoid anything that wasn’t being buried in your work in the library.

You look into violet eyes, and you check your mental shields because he’s looking at you as if he already knows how sad this whole situation has made you.

You take a deep breath, shrugging. “Time is passing, I suppose.”

Rhys’s face falls a bit at just how dejected you sounded. It wasn’t supposed to be like this - they all knew there was something between you and Azriel, they all saw how you two gravitated towards each other. Neither of you would open up about whatever it was that shifted things so quickly and easily and it was pissing all of them off.

“I need your help with something.”

It was the best plan they could come up with to try to salvage things.

You woke up early the next morning, determined to tend to the garden before the sun reached its peak in the sky. You had plans later in the afternoon to meet with a few of the women of the village, but you had to get to working on this garden. There was no time table on this mission, and the two of you only had food stores to last you a few months.

If you were to be stuck in this purgatory that long, you needed new food to replenish whatever you use.

Your story to tell the villagers was that the two of you were quite young from the other end of Illyria. The two of you were extraordinarily lucky that one of the older fae males in this village happened to pass away a few weeks ago, allowing the two of you an easy in. You merely reviewed some family records, and were posing as his beloved niece, here to lead a new life with her husband.

You tended to the garden behind the house - the weeds had grown wildly in the previous owner’s absence. Your ‘uncle's absence, that is.

You spent all morning pulling weeds, making quite an improvement to the garden before you decided to go in and make yourself lunch. You came in, rinsing the dirt from your fingers, the water feeling nice against some of the minor cuts you acquired outside. After drying off, you pulled out a loaf of bread, slicing the bread to prepare some sandwiches.

You hummed to yourself, trying to fill the silence of the house. It wasn’t large - a quaint two bedroom house with two bathrooms, a nice little kitchen, and a sitting room. You were a bit surprised at how well the interior of the house had been maintained by your ‘uncle’.

Azriel was headed with the rest of the males to the war camp, spending his day training as a lesser ranked Illyrian. He was glamoured to look enough not like himself to the other Illyrians that they wouldn’t think anything of him. You had also glamoured some of Azriel’s siphons, only allowing one on his chest to remain. He was not happy about it, not wanting to seem so much weaker than he truly was. He wouldn’t listen to any of your points about it, but Rhys eventually convinced him to allow your glamour to cover six of his siphons because “it’s quite obvious who you are”.

Azriel’s refusal to listen to even your opinions on the mission was grating. You wanted to get to know the local females, and Rhys agreed with you, but Azriel kept arguing that ‘it wasn’t safe’.

Stupid Illyrians and their stupid pigheadedness, you suppose. If you’re not supposed to speak with the other females, why were you even here?

You knew this mission would be difficult for Azriel - his hatred for his own people fueling centuries of anger and resentment. You thought being trapped here was an appropriate punishment for how he had iced you out of his life.

You had just finished making your sandwich when there was a knock at the door. You brushed your hands down your dress, glamouring wings back to life behind you, breathing deeply before you answered the door.

An Illyrian woman stood in your doorway, her dark curls slightly hiding her tanned face that was turned down. She was taller and broader than you, but still small for an Illyrian. Her demeanor told you they treated her that way as well. Her wings were tucked in tight behind her and her shoulders shook lightly before you.

Her voice was weak as she told you, “we go every day, bringing lunch to the males, if you wish to accompany us.”

Wish.

You knew the reality of coming here - you knew they would give a few days of grace to settle in, set up your garden, bereave your uncle before they assigned you to a chore rotation. In communities like this one, everyone had to pull their weight.

It was just astonishing how ‘pulling your own weight’ made the females seem two to three times heavier than the males.

You nod your head to the female, closing the door behind you as you meet her outside. You had no idea where the war camp was, knowing it mustn’t be too far from the village. You vaguely remember Azriel and Rhys discussing the three villages that filtered into the camp, how all three were short walks from the villages.

Dirt crunches beneath your boots as you walk alongside the female, her deep brown eyes downcast towards the ground, shoulders hunched to make herself as small as possible as you walk. “What’s your name?” You ask, your voice causing her to flinch. Her eyes were wide as they looked at you, shock at being addressed you presumed. It was astonishing how awfully they must treat her, because her face resembled a wounded dog’s.

“Kaltrina.” Her words are mumbled, and you have to strain your ears a little to hear her.

“Kaltrina - it’s nice to meet you. Um, are you married?”

Not your usual first question, but around these parts marriage was as good as social standing. Also any unwed women over the age of 24 were considered ‘unwanted’ or ‘untameable’. This village was harsh on women - even by Illyrian standards. The males of this village made Devlon look forward and free-thinking.

“No, not married. I live with my brother, Dardan.”

Her tone didn’t suggest anything about him, but you weren’t sure exactly what it meant. She offers you a smile and a soft nod, “is your husband nice?”

You offer the same soft nod before you hear her say, “he’s quite good looking, too.”

You pause, trying to remember everything Cassian and Rhysand had told you about Illyrians to prepare for this - they told you males were incredibly territorial, treating their wives more like trophies and laborers rather than spouses. A male would take this as a compliment - one mention of a good-looking wife would be something to boast about, mentioning it more than once would be an offense.

But how did the females treat their husbands, how did they speak to each other about them? It was the biggest gap in your knowledge, but you suppose you can explain away any discrepancies on how far away the two of you came from.

“Yes, he’s quite pretty.”

She giggles at your words, and you feel a swell of pride at getting it right. She walks next to you, standing a little straighter for the rest of the walk.

The two of you made it to the war camp, joining the other females to distribute food to the males. The males look at you like you’re not much more than a piece of meat or some dirt on their boots, but your eyes scanned the crowd for Azriel, not finding him the entire time you’re there.

You do get a chance to speak with a few of the females as you all head back to the village, carrying leftover food with you. Most of them seem to welcome you - suggesting what crops grow best in the area, telling you to reach out if you need any help with anything.

The other females head off at the fork in the road, telling you and Kaltrina they would see you the next day. You breathe deeply, looking to Kaltrina once more. She hardly spoke once the two of you had met up with the other females at the war camp, keeping her distance from them the entire time.

“How’s your brother?” You ask, the innocent question causing Kaltrina to flinch.

“He’s a fine male.”

Her answer feels so dry, so rehearsed. You don’t press the issue, changing topics instead. “How will you spend the rest of the afternoon?”

“Chores.”

You listen to the birds singing around the both of you, their song a beautiful melody across the skies. You eventually pass a house similar to your own, but a bit smaller, the roof not well cared for. Kaltrina gives you a small wave before turning down the path to her house, disappearing behind the door.

You kept walking towards your own house, but you did see her appear in the window briefly, watching you walk down the road. It made the hairs on your neck stand up, but you quickly looked forward again, making your way back to the house, determined to finish unpacking this afternoon.

You had finished unpacking by the time you heard the door open, Azriel traipsing through the house.

“Hello my loving husb-“

Your sarcastic words die as you turn to see his face, a cut on his lip and a black eye. He shakes his head, trying to tell you it’s nothing, and he starts moving to just head to his room, but you’re not having it.

“We have some bandages in the bathroom.” Your words don’t have a command in them, but he heads towards the bathroom. You pick up a bottle of alcohol, dabbing some on a rag. You motion for him to sit on the edge of the tub, and he goes.

You’re a few inches from his face, the closest you’ve been in months. His scent was so comforting, you just wanted to wrap yourself in it and stay for a while. He stays silent, his face a blank slate you could slap any emotion to.

His shadows have been having fun whizzing around the house. He had told them they had to stay completely hidden if they were to come to the war camp with him, otherwise they had to stay in the house or go off wherever they wanted. They didn’t like the options, but most of them stayed with him, tucked into his boots, his pants, the hilt of his sword. Now that he was back, they scattered across the house, energetic wisps of darkness moving through the house, through your hair, against your skin.

“What happened?”

He huffed, his fingers dancing on his thighs in irritation. “I’m a new male, they’re just seeing if I can take it.”

You nod, and from the irritation in his voice, you know he’s shutting you back out. You hold the alcohol covered rag up to his lip, cleaning the blood from his face. He had healed a good bit since he received the beating, and you notice his knuckles are bloody.

Hopefully he put up a good enough fight.

“I went with some of the women to the war camp to distribute food.”

His eyes snap to yours, his wings rustling behind him. His eyes were dark, a look to them you’ve never seen directed at you. He reaches his hand up to your wrist, his grip tight but not uncomfortable.

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

You’re taken aback by his tone - even if your relationship was tenuous, he never took such an aggressive tone with you. In all your years of friendship, the most strain in his voice you had heard directed at you was when you were free climbing up the cabinets of the kitchen to get to the top shelf for some cookies.

“Because Rhys thinks-”

“I don’t give a damn what Rhys thinks when it comes to you, I said it was a bad idea and to stay away from them.”

“They’re battered females, Azriel! The males treat them like dirt! And their friends and sisters and mothers have gone missing. I can help them, I know I can - that’s why we’re here!”

His hand tensed around you before he pulled his hand away from you. He looks away from you, his harsh breathing echoing through the small bathroom.

“You’ll only get yourself hurt by talking to them.”

He snatched the rag from your hand, pushing past you out the bathroom and into his room, slamming the door on your once again. You want to scream or stomp your feet at how ridiculous he was being.

“I’m not a kid you can boss around, Azriel.”

His silence didn’t make you so certain about that.

The next week goes by much like your first full day in the village - you wake up after Azriel’s gone, tend to the house (your ‘uncle’ left it in semi-decent shape, but it did need a few repairs), head with Kaltrina to the war camp to feed the males (where you were even able to meet Kaltrina’s brother and several of the female’s husbands), and spend your afternoon preparing dinner for the two of you.

You’re not on speaking terms with Azriel after his outburst while you cleaned him up - every day he’s returned with some minor cut and scrape, and all you do is point to the alcohol and provide him with fresh rags. You won’t clean him up yourself, you’re too pissed at him for that, but you still urge him to do it himself

You still care, despite it all.

Despite the ice between you and Azriel, the females of the village began opening up to you, accepting you as one of their own. You join them every day to serve lunches to the males, and several of them even invited you to their homes to help teach you how to cook with the regional vegetables.

“Your husband’s too skinny,” one said, “I’ll teach you how to cook.”

You weren’t sure if it was a compliment or an insult, but you took it for what it was - an offering. You spent the afternoon with her, learning how to smoke pig ‘the correct way’. She had told you her name was Bora, she and her husband have lived in this village for several centuries, and she has had many, many smoked pigs.

“None compare to my family recipe.”

She was quite intimidating, and you could tell she took shit from no one, not even her husband. You were touched that she would share her family recipe with you so readily, thinking perhaps she took a special interest in you until another female stopped by and, after telling her Bora was teaching you her family recipe, she told you, “it’s how she inaugurates new females to the village’.

You were less touched and your ego deflated a bit, but you were still grateful she would spend so much time with you. The afternoon flew by, time not registering as you helped Bora peel her vegetables while the pork cooked.

You looked up, noting the dark sky through the window, dropping the zucchini. “Oh no,” you mutter, running out of the house to the road, eyes wide to find Azriel running up the road, blades drawn. His siphon was glowing in the dark, it’s cobalt blue blazing with intensity.

He was frantic, and you could have sworn you saw his shadows frantically zipping around him, moving in and out of houses. His body visibly relaxes as he spots you, rushing towards you. His arms wrap around you, crushing you into an embrace. His breathing is ragged, “I thought- I thought- you-”

His words come out choppy, but he pulls back, his hands on your face. He’s breathing hard, trying to string words together. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement.

“Is everything alright?”

Bora’s voice startles Az, and one of his shadows whips into a defensive position before you shoo it away. He quickly collects himself, moving one of his hands to the back of your head, pulling you to his chest.

“Sorry, I got worried when I got home and my wife wasn’t there.”

He pats your hair, his hands combing through them softly. “Just need her to be safe, s’all.”

Bora nods, perhaps more understanding than she should be of Azriel’s concern. “Ah, to be newly married again. She was safe,” she turns away before adding, “she’s always safe here with Bora.”

The older female waddles back inside for a moment before coming back out to the two of you, the tray of pork and vegetables on it. “Here’s dinner tonight - Bora’s family recipe.” She winks at you, and the two of you politely thank her before heading back to your house. You carried the tray, but Azriel kept both of his hands on you the entire walk back.

The walk back is mostly quiet, Azriel’s heartbeat slowing as the adrenaline leaves his body. You swivel your head around, noticing no one out in the village at this hour.

“Why were you being so nice and touchy to me out there and anytime we see the neighbors?” Your words come out barely more than a whisper, but you knew he heard them. “The men in this village hardly view their wives as more than livestock, it might be more suspicious for you to be so nice to me.”

He turned, just enough for you to see the side of his face, to watch his mouth as he said, “I could never do that to you.”

You spent the rest of the walk in silence, spending the entire time dissecting the way he said “you”.

Your house with Azriel is still quiet, the two of you living separate lives behind the oak door. Sleeping apart, eating dinner in different rooms. You two only spoke when you were outside of the house.

A few days after cooking with Bora, you and Kaltrina were headed back to the village from the camps for lunch when she offered to help you make dinner.

“I want to say thanks, for being my friend.”

Her words make you feel terrible over how strange you had found her. Maybe she was just awkward. You weren’t sure, but you knew you’d be safe inside your own home, so you agreed to let her stay.

The two of you prepare dinner, Kaltrina seeming a bit nervous as she skitters about your kitchen. You make idle small talk, but the air in the room seems so off you can’t put your finger on it.

“What will your brother be doing for dinner tonight?”

She looks a bit downcast as she tells you, “he has plans tonight, he’s eating at his friend’s house.”

Her tone tells you not to ask anymore, and you don’t press the issue any further.

The two of you eat in silence, Kaltrina’s eyes moving around your house, taking in every detail. She excuses herself to the bathroom, and you show her where it is.

In Kaltrina’s absence, Azriel makes his way through the front door, his shadows beginning to spread throughout the house in contentment. You quickly shake your head at the tiny wisps that come to you, sending them back to Azriel. You point towards the bathroom, jerking your head at the noises from behind the door trying to tell him someone was here.

The water runs, and Azriel quickly moves across the room, his arms circling your waist. Your eyebrows pinch, but you quickly relax them as Kaltrina leaves the bathroom. Her steps halt at seeing Azriel, her eyes wide at his sudden appearance.

“Kaltrina, this is my husband. Valon, this is my friend, Kaltrina.”

He nods to her before squeezing your waist and giving a swift kiss to your temple. Kaltrina’s eyes linger on the display of affection, not breaking contact even moments later. Azriel rubs your back, eyes fond as he looks to you, “I’m going to head to bed, take your time with your friend, but don’t leave me waiting too long.”

Was that a signal? You two slept in separate rooms - what did his words mean? You lean up, kissing his cheek before rubbing at his jaw and nodding. He turns his attention towards Kaltrina, “it was nice meeting you Kaltrina, my wife is quite fond of you. Have a good night.”

Her mouth is slightly ajar, her cheeks a harsh shade of red as she squeaks, “good night.”

Azriel nods at her and he slips into your bedroom, a sight that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You turn back to Kaltrina, her eyes lingering on the door to your bedroom, and you could almost feel the yearning radiating from her.

“Come on, we should clean up a bit.” The two of you head into the kitchen, cleaning and scraping the dirty dishes from earlier. You two work in silence, the only sounds in the room are the scrubbing of pots.

“Your husband seems quite nice.”

Her voice is full of want and yearning. You stop cleaning pots before you, Kaltrina’s eyes fixed on you until you look. She turns her eyes away, looking back to the pots.

“Yes, he is very kind.”

“He’s unlike any of the males around here.”

This conversation felt a bit dangerous. Azriel said it was fine, that he couldn’t treat you the way any of these males treat their wives - like servants, like cattle, like nothing. But you knew the females of the village would notice how he treated you, if they haven’t already. You start to wonder if they had noticed, discussing the odd outsiders, figuring the two of you out, getting you-

“He’s very good-looking.”

Kaltrina’s voice startles you, and you look to find her not even looking at you, gazing off to some point on the wall. Had she meant to say that out loud? The two of you finish up cleaning, although it is mostly you doing the work, Kaltrina’s gaze is lost somewhere on your kitchen wall. You quickly escort her out, wishing her a good night. You offer to walk her home, but she declines, saying she’ll be fine on her own.

You close the door behind her, taking a deep breath. Azriel was in your room - your room - the one with the unmade bed, clothes haphazard around the space. You two used to frequent each other’s private chambers, but now you can’t recall the last time he laid in your bed, perused the books on your shelves, or sat in the chair in the corner of your room at the House of Wind.

You push open the door to find him pacing in front of your bed, his shadows lounging lazily on your bed. You nod to him, picking at your fingernails.

“I think it’s Kaltrina. I think she’s the one doing this.”

“Kaltrina?” His voice is full of surprise and misunderstanding. “You think Kaltrina, that little thing is behind all of this?”

“Yes! I just.. Don’t know why.. The way she talks about you…”

“We can’t go off of silly little feelings when convicting someone of a crime, you know.” He stands in front of you, his wings blocking the light from the candles, casting shadows across his face.

“I’m well aware-”

“You have to think - where would she keep them? How could she overpower so many Illyrian women? And besides, why does it matter what she thinks of me?”

Your anger was bubbling to the surface, his condescending tone leading you to yell out, “what the fuck is your problem, Azriel?”

He looks at you, turning away quickly while muttering, “we are not doing this here.” His shadows are ever so slightly trying to push him back towards you, but he ignores their attempts, plowing through them to your kitchen.

“No, I think we are doing this right here, right now. I’ve let too much shit go by and I can’t keep acting like everything’s okay anymore.” You take in a shaky breath. “I’m tired of pretending. Just tell me whatever it was that I did that made you hate me and we can move on!”

“No.”

His curt reply annoys you even more, and you’re directly in front of him poking his chest.

“Just tell me what I did!”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“That’s clearly not the case.”

He groans in frustration, running a hand down his face, but you are unrelenting in your pursuit for the truth.

“We were friends, you used to like spending time with me. I don’t know what happened that made you hate me-”

“I don’t hate you.”

You laugh, “well you could have fooled me. For months everyone’s been asking me what happened between us, and I have no clue! It’s like you woke up one day and decided we couldn’t be friends anymore!”

“That’s not what happened-”

“Oh, it’s not? So you were pretending to be my friend while you secretly hated me before cutting me off one day?”

“I HAD TO.”

His eyes were wide with an almost feral-like look to them. He looked almost more beast than fae.

“I had to. Those fae that were trafficking females and males, they… “ His hand shakes as he curls and uncurls it, his scarred fingers twitching with the motion. “One of my spies found your name in one of their notebooks, reported it to me immediately.”

His ferocity is turned on you, hazel eyes looking into your own, as if he was searching through your soul. “Don’t you get it? They know you, they know who you are.” His voice raised an octave, squeaking, “because of me.”

“So, what? Because someone knew that I was important to you, you cut me off?”

“No it wasn’t-“

“Oh, no, was it that someone pointed out to you that I was important to you and you didn’t like that?” Your voice was raising, getting louder, but you couldn’t care.

“That’s not-“

“I’m a big girl, Az, I deserve to know everything before making decisions. I don’t deserve my decisions to be taken from me.”

“Will you let me speak?”

His shadows were covering the windows, the doors, the walls. His chest was heaving as he tried to get the words out, tried to make you see.

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“So instead of explaining this to me, you cut me off like I meant nothing to you? Why couldn’t you just tell me that? Why couldn’t you tell me-”

“You would talk me out of it! Convince me it was in my head. I needed you to be safe, for cauldron’s sake!”

You sniffle, eyes catching on the door. “I have a lot to think about,” is all you say before storming out, closing the door behind you. You walk from the house, your boots sinking into the grass at your feet as you walk aimlessly around the village. Your thoughts whirled and swirled of Azriel’s words, your hands pulling at your hair in frustration.

“Hey, there.”

You whip around, fist raised, to find Dardan looking back at you. You quickly drop your fist - he could still tell the others you showed defiance towards him and you’d be in a lot of trouble.

“Oh, hey, Dardan, right? I must not have heard you. How are you tonight?”

You try to make your voice sound as pleasant as possible, as feminine as possible.

“Just taking an afternoon stroll,” he muses, “care to join me?”

You look around, noticing you’re much further from the village than you intended. Even though you were a married female to the rest of the village, it was still disrespectful towards your husband to be seen on the outskirts of town with an unmarried male.

“Um,” you start turning around, your gut trying to tell you this was wrong, wrong, wrong. “Actually, I should get back to my husband. I need to start working on dinner soon.”

You turned your head just in time for something hard and metal to make contact with it, the last thing in your vision was the ground before complete darkness.

Your head was killing you, your neck at an unnatural angle as you opened your eyes. The room was dark, but still too bright for the pounding of your head. You take a deep breath, trying to note your surroundings.

Your hands were bound behind you, some fabric you should be able to easily pull apart. You were on the ground, some dirt beneath your body as you laid on the cold ground. You began tugging on the fabric, trying to maneuver your hands to slip through the knot.

“Tug all you want, we got a talented witch in these parts.”

Your body goes cold at the voice.

Dardan.

Fuck.

You want to slam your head on something, but there’s nothing. Your breathing speeds up, your mind moving through all your interactions with Dardan.

You thought he was nice. He had been amicable to you at the war camp, you barely even thought of him during this mission. You thought it was Kaltrina. How could you have gotten things so wrong?

He smiles as he watches your brain try to figure things out. His smugness was a new look for Lee - one that made him look very unattractive. “We knew one of Rhysand’s dogs was bound to show up at some point, just didn’t think they’d bring a pretty bitch like you with ‘em. Color me surprised when my little sister brought you around.”

You snap at his words, “bitches bite.”

He goes by to sharpen whatever knife he was wielding before replying. “We got big plans.”

Dardan wouldn’t say more than that, continuing to sharpen his blade before inspecting it. Once it was to his satisfaction, he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you from the ground. You scramble, trying to get your feet on the ground, kicking at the dirt he was dragging you across to gain some footing. His pull on your hair was unrelenting, even as your arms flailed back trying to hit him.

Eventually you’re able to get your feet beneath you, trying to keep up with his steps. He opens the doors to the structure you were kept in, the light of dusk surprising you. There was no way to tell time in that barn.

“It’s almost sunset, girl.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, trying to take a big inhale so you can scream. The sound was piercing - a loud screech coming from you. Dardan just laughed. “Screech all you want, no one’s around for miles.”

Rhys’s words echo in your mind.

Stay close to Azriel.

A warning you had forgotten when you stormed off. Dardan’s tight grip brings you towards a clearing full of other Illyrians from the village you had been staying in and several of the nearby villages. You’re about to call, to beg them for help, when you notice six of the males are each dragging a female in some way towards the center of the clearing. You can’t see over the wings and heads in front of you, but the crowd parts for your eyes to land on a stone altar with ancient languages carved into it.

The crowd gave enough space for the six Illyrians to stand in a circle around the altar, each one cradling a woman by their neck with a blade pressed to it. You start fighting back against Dardan, trying to scratch him, hit him, but he throws you towards the altar where two winged males stand, catching you in their arms easily. You throw out your hand, making contact with one of their jaws, a soft “bitch” hissed at you.

You throw your bound hands into the other one’s gut, but the first one grabs your elbow, twisting harshly. You struggle in the hold, winding your head back to headbutt him, but the other one grabs your head, holding it in place. You start kicking your legs out, hoping for any kind of contact, but a male from the crowd comes up and catches your ankles.

The three males hold onto you, moving you on top of the altar. Your movements do nothing to stop them as they clamp down your feet, moving towards your hands, shackling them to the altar as well. Your pleas to be let go fell on deaf ears.

You turn your head to the left, two of the females coming into your view. Their wings twitched as their captors held them, not much fight in them. You yell to them, begging for them to fight back against the males at their backs. Tears stream down the side of your face, leaking into your ears as you watch their complacency, what they’ve been conditioned for.

Nausea rolled in your stomach at the idea of how long they’ve been aware of this fate. These girls have been missing for weeks and months of their lives, kept Mother knows where to beat them into compliance.

They stood at attention, knives to their throats, unmoving.

Your eyes water seeing Kaltrina amongst them, her eyes downcast.

It was sickening.

Dardan comes from the crowd, looking down at you over the crook of his nose. He raises a knife to your throat, your skin nicking on the blade as your breathing quickened.

“Any last words?”

You look up at Dardan, mustering every ounce of defiance onto your face as you pull back, spitting into his smug face. His face falls for a moment before wiping the saliva off. Dardan looks towards the sky, “just a moment until sundown. If only your pretty little shadowsinger could be here now, to watch you become the ultimate sacrifice.”

Breathing gets harder as the seconds tick by, knowing the sun will set at any second. You felt a cool breeze blow over you.

Not a breeze.

A shadow.

“Get your fucking hands off of my mate.”

Your heart stops in your chest, something sparking deep within you at Azriel’s growl of warning in a tone you’ve never heard from him before. Dardan’s knife is still pressed to your neck, but you’re able to move your eyes enough to see wisps of shadow pulling the knives away from the necks of the other females in the circle.

You tilt your head back, barely able to make out Azriel standing behind Dardan, his shadows angrily darting all around him. Several more of them make their way to you, almost cloaking you in the scent of their master.

Dardan’s arrogance doesn’t balk at the sight of Azriel, his grip on the knife tightening.

“You can drop the ‘mate’ act, freak,” Dardan spat out, his words causing the shadows to whirl in agitation. “We need her-”

In a flash the shadows coating you slithered up your torso, slithering around the wrist that held the blade. They pulled the wrist away, the knife narrowly avoiding slicing your throat. At the same time, Azriel moved for Dardan, his fist connecting with Dardan’s jaw causing a crack across the clearing. Dardan hit the ground, but Azriel dove after him, landing punch after punch.

In the chaos of the fight breaking out, the crowd was in hysterics, all of the males attempting to fly or flee, pools of shadows surfaced at their feet, tripping them up, their bodies slowly disappearing into the darkness. Some of them tried to crawl from the darkness, but to no avail. The crowd quickly went from about 30 males to just the six females left, all unharmed, huddling together for some form of protection.

Azriel was choking Dardan out, scarred fingers forcing the breath from Dardan’s lungs. “I will enjoy taking my time with you.” Azriel’s words hung in the air as Dardan slowly slipped into the shadows underneath him, but Azriel remained on the grass. He quickly got to this feet, most of his shadows gone, likely to keep the Illyrian prisoners in check.

He stumbles over to you, quickly undoing your binds before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you from the altar.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” are all he says, his words repeating as you feel tears fall onto your shirt. You gripped him just as tightly, finding it easier to breathe in his presence for the first time in ages.

“I can’t live in fear anymore.”

He lunged for you, capturing your lips in a kiss. It’s rushed, full of fear and trepidation.

But by the cauldron was it warm and full of life.

He pulled back, wiping spit from his mouth, his fingers covered in blood pushing the hair out of your face. “When I heard that your name was on one of those books, the bond snapped for me. I flew in a rage, killing all those traffickers. But I knew there were more like them out there.”

His eyes were full of regret, “I should have told you, but I thought you’d be safer not knowing. Then I figured this mission was my last time to actually have you, to play pretend.”

You laugh at the ridiculousness of it, pulling him in closer to you. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling that deep smell of cedar that you adored more than anything. It felt like coming home.

“I’m still pissed at you for not telling me.”

He chuckles, a deep, warm sound you haven’t truly heard in ages, “can I make it up to you? I won’t keep secrets from you ever again.”

He holds your face in his hands, his own eyes wet with tears. One of his hands pulls away, his tan skin radiant in the moonlight. You bring up your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You keep your eyes on his, “no more secrets. From either of us.”

He nods, a bargain tattoo beginning to snake its way on your skin.

“No more running.”

The tattoo wove its way on your skin, dark tendrils solidifying where your forearms meet. When you pull your hand away, the tattoo is incomplete, missing the gaps where Azriel’s arm belongs.

Much like a one-sided duet, your tattoos look empty without the other there to complete the song that echoed in your chest, the song that hummed at the sight of him. The bond didn’t feel so much like a snap as a slow sinking, as if you had finally opened your eyes after so long.

Wrapped in his arms, the two of you had a lot to figure out - the females, what to do with the strange occult Illyrians, but the two of you could do it.

He promised - no more running.

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Azriel taglist: @brieflyclassymortal @thisiskaylin

Thanks for reading 💕

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel fanfic #acotar writing #azriel x y/n #azriel angst

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ghostcam4812 · 1 month ago

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Dandy's World Finn Redesign!

(My version/AU) Finn!!! Our favorite pun-making pal… Remember these r just my headcanons and you don't have to agree! ^_^

Also I'm so sorry the cartoon vers looks worse than my usual ones 😭😭😭🙏... I forgot how to draw it since I got rusty and didn't reference my past ref sheets LOL. why does he have fingers 💔🙁. Opposed to many other Toons, Finn is not very complex; outside of his strange physical properties. Finn is a Toon made of glass and filled with water, with biological fins and webs, as well as a fish tail. The glass is flexible, bendy, yet still somewhat fragile and breakable. Unlucky for him, he is clumsy, and prone to falling and hitting things, causing him to crack and require fixing. And after the Handlers leave, it becomes a real responsibility- he can't FIX glass... so a crack is a real danger to his well-being. It's made him more nervous to do the things he likes, and be as hyper as he usually is, because he knows one day... it won't just be a crack. And a bandaid won't be enough to fix it. But hey, as long as there's water to refill him, he can't really die or anything silly like that. Right??? ...Finn loves all things aquatic or semi-aquatic, and dreams of nothing more but to be able to swim in the ocean! Unfortunately, he is too heavy to swim, as he just... sinks. In result, he must wear a life jacket and floaties when around water or when "going swimming"...so he floats instead of sinking... but that's not really swimming, is it? :( He is a joyous Toon, whether he's nervous about his glass body or not. He loves to make puns, he loves to be around his friends and talk to everyone about everything!! And by everything, of course I mean everything aquatic. Fish, sea plants, water itself, but especially the fish. Who could not like something that breathes water? I mean, it's just SO cool!!!!! It doesn't really matter if Toons don't understand his puns all the time. He gets them, and he loves them!! As his head is shaped like a fish bowl, and he has such love for fish, of course he had to get a pet fish! And they're always together, of course. Chancey is his best friend, a beautiful and intelligent gold fish! Except for when she tries to swim down his throat. That isn't as fun. But hey, of course there's always risks with his body! He could never hold it against Chancey. (Also, I know he has a toy fish in canon with a pre-existing name, but, I forgot about it while working on him for the AU/MV, and I like Chancey too much to change it now!) I don't know what else to put here, besides that he's forgetful (unlike Chancey!), and uhm... have a reel fin-tastic day?

Dandy's World art & hc/au info requests open (including OCs for art) in my ask box! I will have delayed responses (as of posting), especially to things I want to give art with on my answer! :}

I'll do my best to keep posting frequently!! But if I go silent for a while, do not fear, I shall return! 🤺

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madwomansapologist · 2 years ago

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I saw b99 and idk if your requests are open but i would love a slowburn jake x reader

Where jake is kinda oblivious to reader feelings but also him and reader have a flirt war where who blushes most loses kinda :D

Hope you have a star-tastic day 💫

Wait, what? | Jake Peralta

synopsis: Two competitive idiots in love. That's it.

warnings: None.

note: thank you for your request, i wish you a star-tastic day 🧸🪩

• It was all Boyle's fault. If it wasn't for him, everything would had happen way faster. When you and Peralta meet for the first time, you already working as detective and Jake being a rookie to 99th precint, Boyle shouted something about marriage. It took you years to forget that.

• Jake was a detective with great instincts, it would have been so easy to work with him. Or it would be, if he didn't act like a child. Always bragging, teasing everyone around him, joking about anything that moves. Jake was fun, but was also damn annoying.

• But with time you realized he was more than that. Jake was competent. And never left nobody behind. You could count on him. Not only when you're dealing with dangerous things, but when you need someone to make you laugh on a hard day. Jake will be there, as annoying as he can be, trying his best.

• Falling in love with Jake was unheeded. So slow you didn't even notice. It start with simple things. It started with the way he makes you laugh.

• Jake can make you laugh until you're affraid to piss on your clothes. You being so loud that make other people laugh because of your reaction. But he can also make you chuckle. On these days you're mad at him, or you're in an important meeting, or it is such a bad joke that's embarrasing that you find it funny. And Jake is the best at making you giggle. When you're sad, going through a hard time, and felt like the way of the world is on your shoulders.

• You didn't noticed that you were falling in love, but Jake wasn't so oblivious. He didn't fall in love with you. He walked in love with you. He chose to love you. Jake is immature, and annoying, and childsh and dumb... but he knew what that feeling burning his chest was. Jake just never imagined you could feel the same.

• So time did what it always did: it passes.

• Everything changed when they found out that you were invited to join the Vulture team and didn't know what to do. At first the squad felt betrayed, but then the fear of losing someone important to the team became the most important feeling. Nobody wanted to lose you. Not even Gina.

• For a week, everyone went out of their way to spoil you. You'd fight with them and say it was an important choice and that treats wouldn't help you choose, but that didn't stop them. Boyle cooked your favorite dishes, Terry praised and listened to you, Holt even smiled at you. And Jake, well, Jake became the most competitive person in the world. He was trying to make you realize that no other place would make you as happy as 99th.

• Rosa took you to Shaw's Bar thinking a heart to heart conversation would help, but Jake had other plans. He knew that bar held fond memories, and a little drink would make the nostalgia take root in your heart. He just didn't expect the two of you to end up drunk talking about everything you lived together.

• If without booze you were already competitive, imagine totally drunk. You walked around New York, as loud as possible, betting on everything. About who opened the door first, about what each person on the street would do next, about the result of the football game going on at the time, about which Taylor Swift album would be re-recorded first. And at some point, they decided to see who went the longest without blinking. Jake would blow in your face whenever his eyes stung, but you forced him to keep going until there was a fair winner.

• The drunkness had already destroyed any sense of self-preservation in Jake. All he saw was your constant smile, your cheeks burning, your eyes sparkling. Jake just saw you, without even listening to his conscience. He wasn't afraid, didn't thought he wasn't enough, that you may already had someone else on your heart. Jake didn't think, he just acted. Jake kissed you.

• And you kissed him back.

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aheathen-conceivably · 2 years ago

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Fall-tastic Emoji Asks 🍁

‘Tis the season for getting cozy and spooky, so I made a little ask game to celebrate. Full credit to this original post for inspiring this and a few of the questions featured here. So please go ahead and give that one a like or reblog as well! This was designed with simblr storytellers in mind but could also be used in any writing community! So feel free to reblog, spread it around, and send some Fall-tastic asks! 🥰

🔮 Crystal Ball: How far into the future of your story can you see? Do you plan everything in advance or take things step by step?

🍎 Apple: Do you have a favorite friend/platonic dynamic? Any friendships gone sour?

🦃 Turkey: What’s the most abundant burst of inspiration you’ve ever had? Were you able to translate that into writing?

🎃 Pumpkin: What character continues to light up your mind and inspire you to write more?

🦇 Bat: If you could teleport to any point in your story where would it be? You can go back to correct past “mistakes” or into the future to something you’re most excited about.

👻 Ghost: Do you have a character or a scene that continues to haunt you? Something or someone you wish you had done differently or just can’t stop thinking about?

🥧 Pie: Which of your characters takes care of the others around them? How do they take care of themselves?

🧥 Coat: Where do you feel most comfortable writing or brainstorming?

🌙 Moon: Do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep hidden?

🍬 Candy: What's the sweetest thing any of your characters have ever done for another?

☕ Coffee or Tea: How often do you feel like you need to take breaks or unwind from working on your story?

🍂 Leaves: How do you want your story to end? Would you prefer a satisfying, concrete conclusion or keeping it open-ended so that you could continue writing if you chose to pick it back up one day?

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scribblesofagoonerr · 24 days ago

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any ideas on the jordan's mothers day?

so monkey and buddy spent the afternoon and evening of monthers day with jordan and erin, and it was chaotic as always

sorry for the delay of response, was trying to finish pt. 10 of monkey's past, and figure out how i wanted this one to go

"be good," leah said, her voice laced with cautious optimism as she hugged both girls tightly. after spending the first half of the day with them—it was now jordan's turn to spend time with buddy and monkey.

"please, mum," monkey replied with a sweet, innocent look that didn't quite reach her eyes, "i'm always good."

leah raised a skeptical eyebrow, "mhm, sure, that's why you spent the morning sitting in timeout like you used to do when you were twelve, right?"

"mummmmmmmmm" monkey groaned, clearly embarrassed.

leah couldn't help but smirk, "monkey, my girl, you're acting like your mama hasn't seen it before. need i remind you, she's been there to witness your... feral cat behaviour too."

"been there, and got the t-shirt to prove it," jordan chimed in, grinning.

monkey shot both of them a glare, her face was flushed, "ugh, stop it! you're both so annoyin' sometimes!"

leah ruffled her hair, undettered, "have fun, and try not to get yourself into too much trouble," she began to leave before spinning back round to face jordan with a warning look, "oh, and if she tries to blag her way out of being here, don't fall for it. she's grounded. again."

"again?" jordan mumbled in disbelief.

"you throw one little ball through the window and suddenly everyone is up in arms," monkey huffed, flopping back to sit on the sofa, "i don't want to be here. me and kyra had plans."

"well think again, madam. you should've thought about that before you booted a ball through my window," leah told her, ruffling her hair, "good luck, and remember, no goin' out with kyra either. i'll see you at the game on friday!"

"yeah, yeah, captain of the fun police strikes again," monkey mumbled, huffing aloud before turning her attention to her phone, "at least mama might actually let me do something thrilling while i'm here."

with a final kiss to buddy's cheek and a wink to jordan, leah left monkey and buddy in jordan's capable hands.

jordan clapped her hands, "right, erin will be here in a bit and then we can do something fun the four of us, can't we?"

"and blu as well, mama!" buddy insisted.

"of course, yes, and blu!" jordan grinned at her youngest daughter.

monkey groaned, "why does she have to come? why can't it just be the three of us?"

"and blu, monks'!" buddy corrected, hands on her hips.

"yeah, yeah, whatever, and blu as well," monkey muttered, rolling her eyes.

"becuase erin is my girlfriend, monkey, and i thought it would be nice for us all to spend some time together," jordan explained, a gentle tone of voice.

"whatever, what do i care?" monkey sulked, "but she's not replacing, mum though!"

jordan gave her a knowing look, "i wouldn't dream of ever letting that happen, little one. leah is your mum, nobody is ever going to take her plac."

"sure, whatever," monkey wasn't entirely convinced.

the tension was broke by a knock at the door.

"oh, that'll be her now," jordan noted, grinning, "i'll go and let her in,"

"fan-fucking-tastic," monkey mumbled under her breath.

"oi, watch the language around buddy, monkey!" jordan snapped, pointing at buddy, who was now covering her ears in mock horror.

"pretty sure she's heard worse before," monkey muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, "can i just go and sit in my room?"

"monks' 'ou p'ay wif me!" buddy pleaded, holding out her arms.

"i'm not in the mood, bud. no offence, but i'm not in the mood to play happy families tonight," monkey replied, dragging her feet down the hallway.

"monks'! come 'ere," buddy's calling her sister back was a useless attempt, as monkey sulked off into her bedroom.

sure, her room wasn't quite as perfect like the one at leah's, but it was cosy, and jordan had even painted the walls green—monkey's request for her 'Shrek vibe' so it helped. a bit.

jordan exhaled a sigh, rubbing her forehead, "right, little 'un, stay here while i let erin in. we'll find something fun to do in a bit, yeah?"

"you got it, dude!" buddy stuck her thumb up with all the confidence of a mini olsen twin, and jordan couldn't help but laugh.

unforuntately, monkey dind't stay in her room for long. choas was never more than ten minutes away.

at some point—unnoticed by the adults—monkey wandered out onto the fire escape at the back of the flat. it had one of them dodgy drop-down ladders, and naturally, she decided it needed investigating.

and naturally... she got stuck.

not just stuck—dangling, mid-climb, one leg through a rung and the other flailing in thin air. it didn't take long before buddy spotted her out of the window and started screaming.

"look, mama, monks' is bein' silly out der!" buddy squealed, look, look!"

jordan turned to look where buddy was pointing, "what?—oh my god, monkey!" she shrieked, rushing to grab hold of her phone to phone the emergency services.

"oh my god," erin gasped in shock-horror, turning to see what exactly buddy was pointing at, "jord, do something!"

"monks' is danglin' upside down, mama!" buddy giggled, finding it hilarious to watch her big sister in such a funny position, "monks' is funny!"

there was a knock at the door a few moments later, and jordan answered it, still on the phone to the emergency services. only to open it, mid-panic and be face to face with a tall firefighter, "wow, that was quick, i didn't even get through yet," she spoke aloud, not thinking about what she was saying.

"excuse me miss, we got a call from this address?" said firefighter explained, "something about being stuck on a fire escape ladder?"

jordan blinked, "please, it's my daughter... and i apologise in advance," before leading the fireman out to where monkey was—stuck, dangling from the rail, "monkey. what an earth were you thinking?" she asked, exasperated.

"I... I just wanted to be like fireman sam!" monkey wailed, in a clear panic over the situation, "he's the hero next door, mama!"

"... uh, what?" one of the firefighter's questioned.

"don't ask. she's... she's different than regular teenagers," jordan facepalmed, "oh for the love of... just wait until your mum hears about this, she'll have a field day."

"no, no, you can't tell her. i'll be grounded for like, for like forever, mama!" monkey protested against the idea, all while the firefighters worked to get her down.

once safely back down on solid ground, monkey was entirely unfazed about the situation.

"can i sit in the fire engine? ooh! can i wear a helmet? oo! oo! can i beep the horn?"

"umm," a firefigher looked at her questionably.

"nee-naw, nee-naw!" monkey yelled, running around in circles like a siren, before proceeding to make her way towards the shiny red, fire engine, "woah, it's so big, and shiny, and red—like arsenal? cos' that is red, too!"

"monkey!" jordan barked, hands on her hips, "get down—get... don't even attempt to climb that damn fire engine! monkey, get out!" her words were left unheard, as monkey climbed inside the engine, finding a helmet on the seat, way too big for her head, "get out. now!"

"awh shucks!" monkey groaned, throwing her head back in exasperation, "you said we were doing something thrilling!"

jordan just shook her head, already pulling out her phone.

she hit call.

"leah? yeah, she's only gone and done it again."

#scribbles yaps 🗣️#monkey thoughts 💭#buddy thoughts💭

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noideabutsims · 5 months ago

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taldigi · 9 months ago

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Hi hello ur P4: Retransmission au has me positively foaming at the mouth(/pos), especially nyarukami and dorktective naoto!!! If you don't mind me asking i was wondering a few things,

is naotos design here based off the concept art? Is that why they don't have a hat (as far as I've seen lol)?

Does Naoto call chie any sort of nickname like "partner" or did Yosuke take the nicknaming in the swap? Does Yosuke call Nyarukami like, Pawrtner or smth?

Does anyone pun back at Nyarukami? Does Teddie still make bear puns?

Do you have any like, fav dynamics between characters in particular?

Sorry I've been thinking about this all day cuz this au is so cool and I love ur art and everything here is top tier o7

is naotos design here based off the concept art? Is that why they don't have a hat (as far as I've seen lol)?

YES IM SO GLAD SOMEONE NOTICED!!

He looks so scrunkled and I thought it was a perfect look!

He gets his hat later, as a gift for performing a character arc.

Does Naoto call chie any sort of nickname like "partner" or did Yosuke take the nicknaming in the swap? Does Yosuke call Nyarukami like, Pawrtner or smth?

It kinda feels sacrilegious to have Naoto call Chie his partner- cause that's like... the Souyo petname. But, I think he uses it in a more formal sense. I think... He also uses "my dear" (in the sense of "my dear Watson" since this Naoto is more performative about it than canon).

There's been debate about the differences between aibou and partner and how there isn't much of a direct translation, but I think it would fall back into that for the Yoosk and Nyarukami. I think it starts with "buddy" before falling back into something like that... as Nyarukami does weird out Yosuke at first before they actually spend time together!

Seeing as Nyarukami isn't a 1-1 Teddie, and does have his calm demeanor and same interests- just lacking leadership qualities. I think they get into some mischief (something this Yosuke sorely needs) and start to click afterwards... then Yosuke not only goes through his gay crisis, but his furry crisis as well. it's great.

Does anyone pun back at Nyarukami? Does Teddie still make bear puns?

For Teddie, I think the puns were sort of a substitute for his verbal tic in the og, but the sentiment of "being annoying to stay remembered" remains. Nyarukami's puns are less jokes, and more in line with verbal tics. He doesn't even know he's making them most the time and is audibly confused when someone tries to pun back at him.. before going, "oh! It's because I am a cat!" and then trying and failing to make a cat pun in return- because when he tries, they are terrible. "That's cat-tastic"

Teddie, while annoying as ever- does not bear pun. It's sad, true, but Nyarukami's got it covered.

Do you have any like, fav dynamics between characters in particular?

Uh, suprisingly- Yukiko and Yosuke? I'm trying not to let favoritism happen toooo much, but Yosuke being the only one to be on Yukiko's side at first is frighteningly charming.

He calls out the IT initially for assuming Yukiko is the killer. And since he's the first victim after the second murder, it's Yukiko who- having been suspicious of the IT- forces them to help her find him.

Naoto yipped as he was suddenly grabbed and slammed against the wall, the impact eliciting a sharp wheeze as the balled fists of his assailant crushed him where they held him.

Chie reacted almost immediately, an arm shooting out defensively between Naoto and the assailant- though it did little in holding the assailant from crushing him entirely.

"Start talking, Shirogane." The assailant- whom Chie remembered as Yukiko Amagi -growled, "I don't know.. I don't even care, how you somehow duped the new kid into your stupid little buddy cop roleplay, but you've been snooping around my place."

"I don't.. I don't know what you're talking about-" Naoto squeaked out, hands raised defensively. The reply resulted in slightly more crushing and the sneer on Amagi's face growing larger.

"Amagi-" Chie tried, recoiling as Amagi snapped a firey glare at her.

"Shut up." Amagi snapped, before turning back to Naoto, "I'm not stupid, and you of all people are less than subtle- You know something about him, you're doing something. .. and I for sure know that junk closet you hid in didn't have exits!"

"H..him..?" Naoto managed out, prompting Amagi to pull back and slam Naoto back into the wall- eliciting another harsh wheeze

"Don't suddenly play stupid, shortstack. I know it was you who broke in last night, looking for 'clues' about those murders on the news. T-the people that went missing-"

Amagi took a breath.

"He never misses more than two days. His parents won't let him, even when he's sick." Her voice got quieter, though it still held a quiet crackle as she continued. "Yosuke's been missing for four days- and-"

"Okay." Chie cut in, causing Amagi to ease up her grip, "Okay. Let him go, and we'll tell you, alright?"

A moment passed, maybe two- then, Amagi sighed, and let Naoto drop to the floor with a thud. The little detective scampering up from where he fell- falling in place, safely, behind Chie.

"That's a funny way of asking for help." Naoto grouched, smoothing out his shirt and adjusting his tie.

#Anonymous #Digit's P5R Tag #P4: Retransmission

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year ago

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Hellooo! Can you please help me find some fics where Derek Bullies Stiles but has a happy ending? I need zhe angstt

For sure.

Mark me by SterekLirryOmega

(1/1 I 3,537 I Teen)

"Mate?" Stiles sounded a bit breathless and when Derek looked up he saw the whiskey coloured eyes big with shock

"It's that ok? You'll be my mate?" And damn he sounded pleading but he didn't care he needed Stiles to say yes to this, to be his forever

The one were Derek is a bully, stiles is oblivious and Jackson still an asshole.

Oh everyone is in High School.

A Serendipitous Occurance by DominikaDecember

(11/11 I 29,529 I Mature)

Derek is living at home with his two annoying siblings, his mother who is killing herself at work and he's stuck in a crappy job with friends who are just as lost as him. Nothing really changes. Especially not when Derek realizes that he has a crush on his little brother's best friend

You Don't Always Get What You Want by deadly_nightshade, Nerdy_fangirl_57

(7/? I 63,150 I Mature)

Stiles doesn't understand what he could have done to deserve this. Not only has the entire student body been out to get him since he first stepped foot into Beacon Hills High, but now he has to endure the constant bullying without his best friend Scott by his side. All in all school is survivable, even with all the harassment. That is until he finds out that Derek Hale, basketball superstar and Stiles' most persistent bully, is apparently his soulmate. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Derek can't believe this. It has to be a joke, it has to, because there is no way in hell that a freak like Stilinski could ever be his soulmate. He despises him more than anyone in the universe. So what if Derek thinks he has a cute nose, no one needs to know. Besides it doesn't matter anyway, he still hates Stilinski with every fiber of his being, his cute nose doesn't change a thing.

He's My Best Friend; Also My Tormentor by TheRoaringWolf

(31/? I 88,526 I Explicit)

Stiles and Derek were best friends. Growing up next door neighbours to each other they did everything together. They watched their first R rated movie together, drank their first stolen beer together, they were always at each others side. Then out of blue Derek turned on Stiles. He shut him out of his life and began to torment him; shoved him against the lockers in the hall, spread humiliating lies about him to the school, Derek made it his mission to make Stiles' life a living Hell.

Why? Stiles would ask himself that question everyday for the last three years. He had done nothing to cause this. He had loved Derek when all of a sudden he was pushed out of his life.

One night, years later, Stiles is sitting by his bedroom window watching Derek's silent house, remembering the days of their friendship, when one mistake will cause everything in Stiles' life to be turned upside down and can only watch helplessly as everything falls apart.

Blue Monday by ExpectNothingGainEverything

(18/? I 511,316 I Explicit)

Stiles would have never guessed that the star player of the lacrosse team and presumably the hottest guy in school who everyone wanted a piece of and one of his most hated bullies would turn out to be his soulmate.

Derek would never have dreamed that fate would be so cruel to pair him up with a freak like Stilinski.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #growing up together #bullying

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babyleostuff · 1 year ago

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today was (not) a fairytale

fluff (+ a bit of angst) 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!mingyu x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 1.6k

. . . mingyu forgets about your anniversary

mingyu was a busy guy, that was obvious. but one thing he was never too busy for was you. it didn’t matter if it was just a can you couldn’t open, or a spider that had to be killed - mingyu was always there for you, no questions asked. to be honest, you could call him and tell him you wanted a hug, and he’d drop whatever he was doing just so he could trap you in a bear hug for the rest of the evening. that was how whipped he was.

and now he was late. two hours.

at first you thought something had happened - you texted some of the boys to ask if they knew where he was, you called his mom - you even checked the latest news, worried to see any updates about a car accident.

nothing.

sitting at an expensive restaurant full of people by yourself was humiliating enough, but what bothered you even more was that it was supposed to be your anniversary dinner. mingyu never missed any milestones of your relationship, he even bought you small gifts on the date you had your first kiss.

then it hit you - his location. quickly pulling your phone out of your bag, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

he was at seungcheol’s place.

not bothering to call your boyfriend - it wasn’t like he was answering any of your calls before, so why bother - you called the oldest boy, fiddling with your napkin that you wouldn’t be probably using tonight either way.

“hey, is everything okay?” seungcheol asked immediately. it wasn’t often that you called him, especially at such a late hour, so he figured something must have happened.

“is mingyu with you?” you heard some shuffling in the background, and noises that sounded a lot like your boyfriend and hoshi.

“um, yeah. you want me to pass him the phone?” you could clearly hear seungcheol’s confusion in his voice, but you weren’t in the “shitting rainbows and unicorns” mood, so you didn’t even bother with hiding your annoyance.

“fan-fucking-tastic.”

you couldn’t believe he actually forgot about your anniversary. you had been planning this date for such a long time now. getting a reservation at this restaurant wasn’t easy, even mingyu had to pull a few strings and flash a couple of polite smiles, so you could come here on the exact day of your milestone. you prepared matching outfits for god’s sake. how could have he forgotten?

“tell him not to come back home tonight,” you said, and hung up the phone before seungcheol could say anything.

you spend the whole ride home trying to keep your tears from falling. you didn’t know what was worse - sitting in a restaurant for two hours waiting for someone who was over at his friend’s house drinking soju, or that the love of your life forgot about something so important.

the second you got inside your apartment you practically ripped off the dress you were wearing, suddenly almost disgusted by the feel of it on your skin. your shoes joined soon after, and not even five minutes after getting back home you got changed into PJs (for once not being mingyu’s shirt), and poured yourself a glass of wine.

“happy anniversary i quess.”

when you were about to turn off all of the lights in the living room for the night, you heard the door open and close with much more force than needed.

“baby? baby, where ar-,” he emerged from around the corner, stopping right in front of you. you took in his form - hair tousled from the wind, his shirt from practice still on, and shoes on his feet, which never happened - mingyu never wore shoes inside the house. huh, he must’ve been in a real hurry to get here.

“i’m so sorry, i got here as quickly as possible,” he said, a little out of breath. you had to stop the urge to laugh in his face because what the hell?

“too bad you didn’t bother to show up where you really were supposed to be, mingyu,” you snickered, anger radiating off of you. your boyfriend knew he was in deep shit the second seungcheol shot him a worried look, and how he would make it up to you, he had no idea.

“i know, baby-,”

“don’t call me that. you don’t deserve it mingyu,” you pointed a finger at his chest. just then he noticed you got your nails done to match the design on his tie, and he could swear he died a little bit at that moment. “do you have any idea how humiliated i felt sitting there like an idiot, waiting for my fucking boyfriend who decided to go out with his friends on our anniversary?”

“i called your friends, your family. i thought you got into an accident for fucks sake,” your voice cracked at the end of the sentence, as you finally felt something else than just anger. the thought of losing mingyu wasn’t something you wanted to think about on your anniversary night. “i was so excited for this, and you knew it,” you took in a shaky inhale, once again feeling the tears brimming in your eyes.

it took everything from you not to hug mingyu, he looked so… sad, and just so defeated, and that wasn’t something you were used to seeing on your boyfriend’s face.

“there are a thousand excuses on my mind right now, but none of them will excuse my behaviour,” he sighed, his lower lip trembling. please don't cry, please don’t cry. “i forgot,” he said, straightening his back a little. “i simply forgot, and nothing i do will make up for it.”

tears clouded your eyes, and you couldn’t help when they started falling down your cheeks, probably ruining the makeup you put so much effort into. if you knew you’d end up crying on your anniversary night you’d use a waterproof mascara. mingyu hesitantly raised his hand, as if he was afraid you’d run away from him, but when he saw you didn’t move an inch, he started wiping off the tears of your face with a gentle swipe of his thumb, almost as if you were about to fall apart.

“say something. no, yell at me,” he said, and put your hand against his chest. “you can even hit me,” mingyu said, pleading in his eyes. “please, just do something.”

“i don’t want to yell at you,” you sniffled, wiping off the rest of the tears yourself. “and i definitely don’t want to hit you. i just-,” you looked at him and only then noticed the dark circles under his eyes. did his face get slimmer too? “when was the last time you slept?”

he looked a bit taken aback by your question, considering he was begging you to hit him like a second ago. “to be honest, i don’t know, but i took some naps in the practice room. that’s not import-,”

“when was the last time you ate?” you interrupted him again.

his eyes softened because there was no way he just stood you up on one of the most important days of the year, and you were asking him about his well being. “i don't know.”

i don’t know. hearing those words from a person who inhaled food like a vacuum, and could never say no to a snack broke your heart. how did you not notice how exhausted he was before?

“oh, mingyu,” you said, tearing up again. “why didn’t you tell me, i would’ve brought you some food.”

“i know, but i didn’t want to burden you. i knew i’d be fine,” he said, voice gentle. “besides, that’s not important now. let’s talk about how big of an asshole i am,” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, tilting it more upwards.

“how can you say it’s not important?” you murmured, nuzzling your face further into his palm. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you without food for longer than an hour.”

“hey, i don’t eat that much,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his words, and seeing mingyu’s face lit up at your, albeit quiet, laughter, you felt the anger leaving you for good.

maybe you were too selfish? all you lived for for the past week was the date, but in the process you managed to somehow miss how exhausted your boyfriend was. yes, he did forget, but he was so overworked lately, you couldn’t really blame him, right? and it wasn’t like you were a saint either, you missed some dates in the past too.

“whatever you’re thinking, drop it,” he said sternly. “don’t try to make any excuses for me. i forgot, okay? it’s all my fault.”

technically you knew you had every right to be furious at him, hell - an hour you cursed him out with every curse word you knew, but maybe it wasn't the time to think straight, and just give the light of your life a second chance. “i don’t want to fight,” you said, wrapping your hands around his wrists. “and we still have,” you looked over at the clock, “two hours before midnight. we have the wine, and i think i have a pizza in the freezer.”

mingyu shook his head in disbelief. “there’s no way you’re real.” leaning in, he placed a peck on your cheek, filling your chest with a warm, fuzzy feeling. “you look beautiful by the way,” he whispered, and put his forehead against yours. “i’m really sorry.”

“i know, gyu. i know,” you whispered. “and mingyu?”

“yeah?”

“you can call me “baby” again.”

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crimsonbubble · 8 months ago

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Sweet Dressings

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, college prof. joong, office sex, exhibitionism, praise, nipple play, clothed sex, creampie, cockwarming *not proofread, just pure horny

[indirect part two of bitter toppings]

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There's no doubt that Hongjoong loves you, and his students love you too. They've all seen pictures of you and have heard all types of stories about you. Of course, this now means that they're all hounding him to meet you. So when your scheduled day off falls on one of his working days, he knows to make the most of it.

As much as he loved the time spent with his students, he loved having you in his personal on-campus office. It's cozy and homey. The perfect place to have some downtime. If your planned downtime means perched all pretty in your husband's lap with your dress bunched around your hips and your soaked panties pushed to the side, then you're in luck.

Hongjoong's hands grab handfuls of your ass, bouncing you on his cock. “Fuck me, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good.” He greedily tugs at your dress straps, pushing them down your shoulders and tugging the hem down your chest. His hips bucked up as he groped and fondled your chest. His lips sectioning around your pert bud. You clung to his forwards, nails digging into the taut muscles. “So fucking tight ‘round me, such a good fucking girl for me.”

The rushed and breathy tone made you clench, rocking your hips even harder. Hongjoong moaned against your flushed skin, his hips kicking up with every muffled whimper that threatened to leave your lips. “Fuck, baby. Im so fucking close.” Hongjoong tugged at your puffy nipples with just teeth, lapping his tongue over it and repeating the process. He slipped a hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

Your body grew taut, writhing against his as you peaked. Hongjoong pumped himself inside you in uneven thrusts, his mouth falling open as your pulsing cunt milks him dry. You hid your face in his neck, breathing labored as he steadily fucked you through the haze. Hongjoong's hands fell to your hips, smoothing out your dress as you both came down from bliss. Hongjoong lazily kissed up your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist.

Hongjoong's alarm made you jump apart, hitting your back against the edge of his desk. He silenced the alarm, sighing as he hid his face in your chest. He whined softly, most of it muffled as he cuddled further into you. There were a few minutes of peaceful silence as you held each other, letting the outer world fade. Until another alarm went off, startling both of you again.

Hongjoong carefully pulled you off of his dick, pulling your panties back into place. He pulled your straps back onto your shoulders, adjusting the bodice with nimble fingers. He helped you stand, kissing above your knee as he helped you step into your shoes that you had hurriedly kicked off when you walked into his office. “There's a bathroom down the hall on the left. I gotta go now, but I'll be home before 7, I promise.” He guided you with a hand on your back, pressing a lingering kiss on your lips as he walked out the door.

He turned around to you as he walked backward, sending you a kiss and waving as he trekked down the halls. A smile tugged at his lips as you rolled your eyes, waving to him as you headed for the bathroom.

Hongjoong's phone dinged in his pocket, switching his bag to his other hand to grab it. Another adoring smile on his face as he read your message. “Don't keep me waiting too long, professor Kim <33” He quickly types out a reply as he gets to the stairs, tucking his phone back into pocket as he approaches his final class.

“I won't, sweetheart. Home by 7, as always :))”

#bubbly writes <3 #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #ateez x female reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #hongjoong hard hours #hongjoong hard thoughts

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spir3 · 2 months ago

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Multi-Madness crossover AU Status-Quo

!!!!⚠️ PLEASE READ ⚠️!!!!

⚠️ If you were brought here by the tags, it is because a series/game you are into will be featured in this crossover AU / fan project. ⚠️

Hiya everyones

Yeah its been a while since I posted something Multi-Madness related, or even Half-Life related at all

Ever since I got into Still Wakes The Deep, then Mouthwashing and stayed in that community for only like- two days, then went revived my Star Wars (First Order) Phase, I've pushed Multi-Madness far down from the sunlight

-But don't worry, I've had Multi-Madness on my mind for a while, ever since the Still Wakes The Deep phase started! Trust me here.

I usually tend to do this and procrastinate THIS HARD with almost everything.

Multi-Madness has came a long way from now, revised it's story a ton, and we got a Hella lot more than just Half-Life other Valve title characters to put into this one now!

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

Originally added games and series:

Half-Life, 1, 2, HLVRAI, Entropy Zero 2, ALYX

TF2

Portal 1, 2, Revolution (Inspiration)

Murder Drones

Gravity Falls

Tankmen

Terraria Calamity mod

Newer added series and games I would like you to get used to:

Pressure

SWTD

Mouthwashing

Star Wars (At most only two characters from the First Order. ((Hi Natie I see you reading this)))

Wreck It Ralph (Isn't this so Turbo-Tastic or what?)

Ultrakill

CONCORDA (MY SERIES)

RESISTANCE (@thisbeartblog's SERIES)

(Concorda and Resistance canonically both take place in the same Universe. We both decided on that.)

That makes 15 games/series in total that will be shown in this giant crossover A.U!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Now, I KNOW, that I have two drawing asks that have been sitting in my asks box, that have been collecting a plethora of dust by now.

Like I said, I procrastinate, and it gets real bad.

When I have the motivation, I will do the asks. So hang tight you two

(They are both from the SWTD community, I do not know if they would want to be mentioned in this post so I have blanked out their usernames.)

In conclusion, do not fret everyones!

I remember the Multi-Madness A.U and I will get to work on as fast as I can.

And I remember the old asks in my ask box so I will do them when I gain the motivation for them.

Alright now, that's a wrap!

Remember everyone, on the Andromeda Team,

We do not speak of Benrey.

Goodbye!

#half life 1 #half life 2 #entropy zero 2 #half life alyx #tf2 #portal 1 #portal 2 #murder drones #gravity falls #tankmen #terraria calamity #pressure #dark souls reference #mouthwashing #star wars first order #wreck it ralph #ultrakill #multi-madness AU

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gemscales-and-tea · 2 months ago

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His wings had been clipped.

Well... technically his wings were clipped when he was still a pup. Bound tight by a leash wrapped around the unforgiving hands of his parents, eventually it became just his mother. Father was far too 'busy' to care about investing time in his son. Like a show pony, Bradley Uppercrust III had gone through training. Extensive, intensive training that was far above a pup his age but that never mattered. Of course it didn't. Cease with your crying. What kind of Uppercrust sheds visible tears? Composed and collected at all times, Bradley! Yes, Mother...

In truth, a horrible thing to say to your pup at the tender age of seven years old. But it was his reality, it was how things were done and he was to do exactly as he was told: At all times.

Losing the title at the X Games was NOT doing what he was told. Oh how he hated standing before her again, in the parlor. That familiar frown of disappointment etched onto her muzzle. Oh she had seen his fall from grace. Had watched his failures and his loss to a commoner. And the disgust couldn't be more obvious on her face that day if she tried.

You know what I told you. The one condition to you pursuing this frivolous nonsense: Make something of it. If you can't do that, then it stops. Once again, you failed.

The words made him wince, ears pinning back as his eyes burn but no visible tears appear. Please... he wasn't so 'untrained' he couldn't hold back a few bits of salt water. Instead he had stood before his mother... all signs of his arrogance and smugness evaporated. No, he was downright demure when it came to her. It was better to be so.

But it wasn't my fault--

SILENCE!

A jerk, tail pressing tight against his back and trembling from fear. Fear instilled out of survival. Fear to just do as demanded so it would mean less yelling. Please please please... please, he's sorry! He tried! He really did! He tried so hard! ... But it didn't matter. It never mattered. Results mattered, not effort. And he failed to get results.

Your 'board' will be stripped from you, shredded--

He jerks forward as if about to argue, heart sinking and mouth even opening. But all it takes is one sharp glare to beat Bradley right back down to size. His skateboard... his baby... pride and joy of his damn life that he worked so hard in perfecting in terms of balance and weight. And it would be reduced to fucking KINDLING! That board was almost as famous as he was! Treated like garbage! Red tinges at the edge of his vision... but Bradley doesn't open his mouth.

He doesn't dare.

It will be shredded. You are to drop any and all involvement with this... hobby. Am I clear, Bradley?

....

Bradley.

Crystal clear, Mother...

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And such is the reason that the once esteemed Bradley Uppercrust III is currently walking back to the Gamma house from the library instead of skating. Despite the fact that not only is it pouring rain out-- Ms. Marpole was kind enough to find a plastic bag to wrap up his cast with to avoid it getting wet -- soaking through his clothes and fur as well as getting his hair in his face.

But he currently didn't have any shoes.

Another stupid fucking prank by someone on campus. He tended to remove them if he was going to be in the library studying for extended periods of time. Someone must've slipped under his table while he was reading and took them.

And so here he is: The dethroned X Games King, the esteemed heir to the Uppercrust name and fortune.

In his socks, looking like a drowned rat as he walks back to his fraternity house while trying to ignore the pain in his paws. The harsh ground is definitely beginning to bite into his pawpads. They'll likely be bleeding by the time he reaches shelter.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

@maximumgoofage

#Ex-King;; { Bradley }#maximumgoofage

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littlemisspinkette · 2 months ago

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makeup steps for a glow-tastic long lasting base ♡

+ product recommendations and tips!

a/n: this is a bit detailed so sorry it's so long. xoxo!

before makeup

what you do before your makeup can change everything. things such as how long your makeup stays, the way it sits on your face, and so much more!! it's the same way as you'd butter a pan to protect your food from buring.

before you do your makeup you should always skin prep.

1. start with a clean base.

- always wash your face. either with just water, or a water based foaming cleanser. my personal fav is the innisfree tea tree foaming cleanser! (Though be careful if you choose this one as the scent is quite strong, so if your sensitive be careful!!!) you can let your face air dry or use a clean towel to dry your face. tiny tip for drying your face: pat lightly, don't rub your face like crazy!! it can be harsh to your skin and cause irritation.

2. (OPTIONAL) Toner

- personally, I'm not a big toner person. though it has some benefits like an extra cleanness to the skin. i like medecubes toner pads from Amazon though usually I use them when I'm going to a fancy event like a nice dinner or something like that as they bring a better hydration to the skin. It really just depends on personal preference! My skin breaks out if I use to many products at once so I tend to avoid certain steps if I can just simplify, especially when I'm rushing.

3. moisturizer

- moisturizer. my shayla. the best way to make sure things such as foundation and concealer stays on and doesn't crease throught the day. my personal favs to use is the COSRX snail mucin or the innisfree dewy jelly tone up cream. (Again the smell is a bit overwhelming if your sensitive be advised!)

4. (OPTIONAL) serum

- I like serums because they make my dry spots not as harsh after concealer. i enjoy just using the COSRX 6 peptide booster serums. Though it is on the more expensive side. Along with the Madagascar Centella Poremizing Ampole right after. (I have large pores lol)

5. Sunscreen!

- my shayla #2. You should always be using sunscreen. If you don't use sunscreen I don't trust you. or if you just choose not to do it, I also don't trust you. stay away. I ask please that you use suncreen please for the love of God. ♡ It helps with aging, cleared my hyperpigmentation, and makes sure I don't get hurt by UV rays. like don't play!!

6. (OPTIONAL) oil blotting sheets

- I'm an combination skin but mainly oily girly. Oil blotting sheets are my #1 best friend so my makeup doesn't fall off like a slip and slide. it also just makes sure my makeup better penetrates (?) my skin and stays all day.

doing your makeup!

1. (OPTIONAL) Primer

- I like a good primer but sometimes it makes my makeup feel heavy. I like doing it around my oily spots because the oil on my face tends to make my makeup slide off throught the day. I like the elf power grip one if your on a budget. but if your looking to spend on a good primer, Dasique's water viel primer is really good.

2. Color corrector

- again, my shayla, color corrector. I get red easily in the face. I'm also big on blush, except when it comes to my lower cheeks where it just looks like I ran a whole marathon. I like the wet and wild prime and color corrector. But I also like numbuzin's Redness Derma Tone up. (Though it does leave a light white cast, so if your a girly of color please stay clear of the product)

3. Fondation / concealer

- I personally flip flop between doing one or the other or both. It just depends. I like to blend with my fingers personally instead of sponges and brushes because the product tends to typically get soaked up by the blender of choice imo. And also it tends to cake up the product and not apply evenly.

If your doing foundation!

- For liquid pump foundations: I like to take one to two pumps onto the back of my hand and use a spatula (or if your like me just use a clean back of a butter knife) and lightly spread evenly onto the face. Blend and continue adding another layer where needed. If you have extra I tend to just take the rest and blend down my neck

Product recommendations: CLIO - Kill cover high glow foundation, Maybelline Fit Me Foundation.

- For cushion foundations: I like to take a bit with the cushion and lightly tap the applicator off with some of the product on it onto the back of my hand or just the lid that protects the cushion from leaking. Continue by patting, going from inner part of your face to the outer, evenly tapping. Blend out the corners so you don't have a line surrounding your face of where the cushion ends. You can also use extra and blend down your neck for a seamless finish.

Product recommendations: CLIO - Kill cover high glow foundation, Tirtir - cushion foundation.

If your doing concealer! - I like to take a bit of concealer under the eyes, on my chin, around the tip and bridge of my nose, on my smile lines, and on my T zone (aka my forehead) and in any other spots needed. Then blend with my fingers. Work your way from inner to outer so evenly spread out the product. For under my eyes I try to blend upwards and down towards the sides of my nose. For my smile lines I blend outwards towards the sides of my face and my lower cheeks. For the chin I try to focus on my under lip and the tip of my chin. For the forehead, evenly spread to the hairline.

Product recommendations: NARS concealer, ELF camo concealer.

4. Contour

- I go very light on contour because I have a already prominent face. Contour can change a lot. I mainly contour the tip, side and under my eyebrow for my nose. For lips I do the cupids bow and under the lips. I used a small fluffy brush. I use a round fluffy brush for my cheekbones. I have a very round face, so I focus on the hollow of my cheeks, I never go past my eyes with the contour and I try to make a diamond shape, only contouring the outer parts. See diagram for this part!

red dots are where I don't go out of for contour. Brown is where I contour.

Product recommendations: to cool for school ART CLASS powder contour pallete, NYX cream Contour and highlight stick.

5. Blush

- I like Blush under my eyes personally. I know a lot of kpop idols do it and I love it. It also just makes my face look nice i guess. I use like a peachy pink color right under my eyes. I use Periperas ink velvet as a Blush. (😭) I like using shade 14 or shade 8 as Blush. If you have darker skin purple blushes are better for you and will look more like the desired color. I also like to re-enforce the color a bit more with a powder. Just a light peachy colors around the sides just to lightly blend it out more for a gradient look.

6. Powder

- Innisfree if you ever get rid of your no sebum powder I will have the most historical catastphic crash out. Now. The key to glowy makeup is to not look greasy/oily. Greasy/oily does not equal glowy. We are not trying to look like Namgyu from squid games hair. (Jk I love him and his greasy rat self lmao) I love Jooshca's tutorial on powder because it's so good. You want to go on the corners of your nose sort of like in a triangle. On your chin, forehead and personally places where you have placed any type of concelar. (Aka under the eyes and on problem spots) I also like to use Powder puffs or a small fluffy brush.

Product recommendations: Innisfree No Sebum Loose Powder, and the Maybelline fit me pressed powder.

7. Eyeshadow

- Now this is where I have issues. Eyeshadow can either look good or horrible. I like to start of with a base shade, typically a pinkish nude shade all over my eyelid and under my eye. Then use a peachy shade in the inner part of your lid and in the inner corners. Blend them together. Optionally, you can do ageyosal if you want. Use a skin-color shadow stick under the eyes, ending where your pupil ends. You can use a nude to make a shadow under the skin color. Then use a glitter of some sort (either on a stick or with a thin brush) along the skin color eyeshadow. Back to the eyeshadow on the lid, use a shimmery shade in the middle of your lid, evenly blending it between both sides of your eyelids. Then if you want do some eyeliner. But I'm not good at it and it also just doesn't look right to me on my face so if you don't want to don't do it. I tend to go for brown eyeliners more often though.

Product recommendations: eyeshadow- flower knows, daisque, romand. Glitter: color pop, peripera. Ageyosal: peripera, too cool for school/art class. Eyeliner: Heroine, CLIO-kills.

8. Brows

- I have large eyebrows that are filled in but you can fill them in and then use a brow gel and they look quite nice like that imo.

9. Lips.

- you can line your lips but it has always looked odd on me so I avoided it. I like the nyx lip liners and the elf ones btw. For lips you can look up douyin lip tutorials on Pinterest if you want something really detailed. For me I just apply it into the center and tap outwards onto my lips. Always hydrate your lips before putting on products! (Vasaline, lipbalm, etc)

Product recommendations: Cream shop lip oils, Peripera ink velvets, romand liquid lipsticks/lip gloss, NYX lipgloss, ELF lip oil, colorgram lip tints.

10. Setting spray:

- I tend to spray 3-4 sprays of setting spray. My favorite is the Tirtir setting spray, the elf setting spray, and the Milani setting spray. I also like to use a fan so it doesn't look to sticky or too wet.

11. Lashes

- you can use fake lashes if you want but they're just not for me unless they're extensions by a lash tech. I like to curl my lashes first then use a bit of Vaseline on a spoole on the tips to make them stay up all day. Then use a mascara. I personally like brown mascaras for a more natural look.

Product recommendations: Essence mascara (any kind), Heroine Water proof mascara, CLIO-kills mascara.

hope some of my tips help you in the future to look even more gorgeous then you already are! xoxo! ♡♡♡

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