#he feels lonely and i feel like the only place he can truly embrace that feeling is when he's swinging through the air

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Missing You While They’re Away

✧˚ Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi

༉‧₊˚. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

“Just one soft kiss is enough to move my heart. There was a time when our affection was deep, and reminiscing has made me realize how much I miss you.”

Ghost

This feeling is quite strange to him

He thought his heart would be at ease when you’ve said your goodbyes

Although he’s tried dismissing this feeling every day by reminding himself he’ll see you again

But he finds himself missing you; your touch, your comfort, your smell

A habit of his is hooking a leg over your body while in bed, that first morning he wakes up feeling empty because you’re not there

Your touch is like fire to his body that he seeks to warm his lonely nights

He yearns for it so much he cannot live without it

He would truly burn for you

Soap

Starts writing love letters to you like how Napoleon wrote for Josephine

He wakes up with you on his mind, his senses in a turmoil

Replaying the last evening and your intoxicating body scent that gives him such tranquility

Probably writes your name out a hundred times, drawling little hearts around it

If he finds a flower he’ll press it between the pages he sends you

When you send him something small of yours in return, insignificant to anyone else but an amulet to him

He wears it around his neck

Fiddling with it between his fingers

He’s prob the type to get one of those 18th century lover’s eye jewelry because to him it means having a clandestine declaration of your love

Gaz

That feeling that cannot be put into words

The feeling of walking on clouds that you have planted in his heart

He misses it so much

Your whisper with your soft smile

When he’s sitting alone he wishes he��d have you there next to him

Looking down at his hand, it feels empty, he knows exactly where your fingers intertwine with his

Your touch is so familiar to him that it feels unusual not to feel you

The words he longs to say, your name he wants to call out, the cherished place you have for him in your heart

He swears that when you reunite he’ll wrap his arms around your waist, pressing long and relentless kisses whilst murmuring “i missed you”

Alejandro

Man thinks about how he pressed lazy, slow kisses all over you, taking his sweet time memorizing your body

It’s the last thing he did right before he left

He asked for a kiss from you too before leaving, a real kiss

“Don’t be shy cariño”

He makes sure that you’ll miss him just as much as he’ll be missing you

The night before, he played slow, romantic music as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing down your back hoping that through his lips you would feel his heart that beats wildly for you

Now whenever the song plays both you and him have that sweet memory, soothing his mind but awakening his heart

Phillip Graves

He believes that being away from one another every once in a while is beneficial

While it is truly a vivid and pleasant sensation; being enamored, so ardently in love, being everything when together and nothing at all when apart

His mind revolves around you

Anything can serve as a reminder of your fond love

A gentle wind caressing his face is like your embracement

Amid the bustling, glimpses of your smile flash through his mind, a whisper of your voice in his crowded memories

Even if he can’t hold your form; in the night sky enfolded in his closed eyes remains a trace of thoughts that are meant only for you

In this world, only you and him exist and it becomes yours in a swirling glass

Parting his lips from the brim of the glass to savor the wine makes the second drink all the more delightful

Keegan

Groaning in frustration because he can’t bury his face into your neck first thing in the morning to inhale your scent as he’s used to, you’re like a fragrance so refined

Before leaving, he took your pillowcase and a sample of your preferred perfume

He sprays it all over himself before going to sleep so he may be drenched in your aroma

If he can’t be with you in that moment, he can only hope he’ll dream of you

He’s constantly placing candy that melts on his tongue, substituting your addictive taste

He’s come to memorize your body, scent, taste, and voice through his senses

Being deprived of just one of those things is torture to him

König

You don’t know how afraid he is of something happening to you while he’s gone, or something preventing him from ever seeing you again

Your existence alone is like a dream to him

Déjà vu of some perfect gaze

Risks are scary, yet it makes his heart flutter

Late at night, his fingertips trace his lips where you’d place loving kisses

He feels how empty his lap is when you’re not sitting on it

When he closes his eyes he remembers how you cup his face in your hands and dote on him

It wasn’t until that night that he felt more lost than ever before

Horangi

To him, it was enough knowing you were his reason to go on

That lively dynamic that is created when two universes collide

It filled his void with renewed purpose, and that in itself is enough to spur the other on

That spark that ignites when you brush skin against skin, he craves it so deeply

A hunger that stirs from his loins

How your lips feel like velvet grazing his skin, your tongue dripping with honey

The intoxicating expressions of affection he wishes to give and receive

He secures these thoughts in the back of his mind, knowing he’ll act upon them when he’s with you again

[twisted-wonderland-memories]

Gift of…..

Characters: Housewardens x GN! Reader/Yuu (with a little bit of the first year groups)

Summary: You may not believe this, have you been getting gifts secretly from the Housewardens? You are the only one who is lucky to have a armband from their respective dorms but….that one isn’t the only thing. You swore that you didn’t do anything.

Before the Gift

It has been how many days since you live in Night Raven College, you are kinda like a Housewarden in the Ramshackle dorm and yet you are pretty much not paid enough by Crowley. As much as you like to complain, you can’t find yourself to do……unless you are finally pissed off…

Tho you do have to admit that it feels less lonely compared to how you were back on earth. Twisted Wonderland is still a mysterious place, even tho you didn’t ask for trouble they insisted to letting you understand more about their world. Lately Grim notice that you have been….distant lately, sure it was fun to stay in this world, but it feels rather….lonely….

Others got what they truly deserved….but what about you?

You had no magic at all but all you can do was tame the beasts, seeing how everyone was enjoying their lives it makes you think that you are the odd one who is feeling left out, there were times that you were also ignored form others. It was unfair truly, but you still kept that strong face of a forced smile, Grim, Ace, and Deuce notice that from you and tried to help but none of their attempts work. Just as all hope was all lost, they all had one idea….

It was their last resort, but they know that it was worth it.

Riddle Rosehearts

You were minding your business alone in a different place, but when you saw Riddle coming towards you, you immediately thought you are screwed, but instead it was rather the opposite. Riddle decided to give you a small gift box.

"Riddle....what is..."

"It is a gift of course? You had any problems with that?"

Riddle was staring at you, tho you were trying your best to ignore about how you are actually feeling. It still concerns him to see that you are honestly sad.

"If you are still unsure, why don't you open it?"

"Is it okay?"

"Yes. Please, go ahead."

You decided to open the gift, inside of it was an armband of Heartslabyul and a few mini cookie bag. It surprises you and yet there was one more, there was a necklace that was in a theme of hearts.

You looked at Riddle surprised about all of this, "I-Its to repay you for your efforts in the dorm...." But you saw Riddle gently picking your hand up and give it a kiss, "I am thankful." He said as you can see his face a blushing mess, "If I see you being depressed, its off with your head....alright?" He asked as you nodded before you saw Riddle quickly walk away.

Honestly...that was really cute of Riddle when you think about it.

You were honestly stunned at the results, and yet...it honestly makes you happy.

Leona Kingscholar

The next day, you were minding your own business relaxing alone and yet....

If Riddle isn't the only one who is planning to give you gits, you were soon surprised when Leona suddenly captures you into his arms the second he finds you alone.

"Leona?! What are you doing here!?"

"..."

There was no reply when you were in his embrace, and yet you did feel that his hug was sincere and gentle. Tho he doesn't even want to bother asking you personal stuff.

"You know herbivore. Your pretty relatable..."

You don't understand his words, "What do you mean by that?" And yet you saw his tail giving you a gift box before he lets go of the hug and simple leave you alone, leaving you all confused.

You don't even know where to begin with all of that and yet, you attention turned to the gift box before opening it.

It was a Savanaclaw armband, but there was also your favorite item inside the box. You were surprised and yet, it was pretty similar to how Riddle gave you almost the same gift, tho you were wondering why did he do that in the first place.

Does that mean you also have to give something back to him?

And yet you had a strange feeling that it somehow wasn't the first time, how did they know your like this item. It was strange and a bit creepy. But....then again...

It slowly feels rewarding when you think about it.

Azul Ashengrotto

"Ah~ I found you at last~"

Azul found you when you were alone again at the garden, you were simply admiring the view when he appeared out of nowhere.

"Azul? Do you need something?"

"No not really, but I came here to give this to you~"

To your hidden guess, Azul gave you a gift box. "Think of it as our reward to you for helping out the Monstro Lounge~ I hope that you might continue your efforts~" Azul said gently holding your hand and giving it a gentle kiss, which does fluster you but at the same time....

"Azul...isn't it out of character for you to kiss my hand?"

"!!!"

Azul immediately backed off a blushing mess and was trying to explain himself as to why did he do that, tho you comfort him immediately by simply letting him know not to force himself to do that in the first place.

Even if Azul tried to defend himself for that case, but deep down he was also happy to know that you were not offended by his actions, its makes him happy to know that you still accepted him even if you don't understand him well.

Later on, Azul leaves and you decided to open the gift box, as you secretly guessed it was the Octovinelle armband, but that alone wasn't the only one. There was also a bottle of perfume that matches their scent which you actually like it, and an adorable picture of baby....Azul...

Floyd and Jade added that picture secretly didn't they...

Kalim Al Asim

"PERFECT!!! I FOUND YOU!"

"?!"

Off to a fun start on a next day. Kalim found you and gave you a greeting surprise hug which you had to catch him in time. Tho you were surprise when he suddenly lift you up and twirl with him.

"I'm glad to see you at the perfect timing!!!"

"?"

It was almost bad timing for you tho....it was almost time for class and yet it should be fine since it was around 15 minutes for the classes to start.

"Say, Perfect..." You can see Kalim asking how are you, how are you feeling, and more even tho you reassure him that you were fine. But to Kalim he knows that you are not, and yet he did make some offers and you had to gently refuse him but you did tell him that you might reconsider it.

But when the bell rings that it was 5 minutes left till classes starts, Kalim cheerfully gives you a gift box but you were also not expecting a kiss on your cheek before he runs to his classroom. And yet it confuses you but you went straight to class a blushing mess knowing that you got a kiss on the cheek.

Later on while you were alone, it was the perfect timing for you to open his gift box it was a Scarabia armband with a small jewlery necklace that really looks expensive to wear....damn rich people....and yet...

What caught your eye was also a small plushie of Kalim and Jamil....that is honestly cute.

Vil Shoenhiet

"Oh, found you, potato."

You turned your attention to Vil who found you when you were relaxing in the botanical garden staring at the leaves under the sunlight, “Hello Vil, do you need something?” You asked as he approached you, and yet he noticed that you look like a mess, and yet he noticed that you’ve been secretly crying.

“Sadly your face doesn’t match your own unique beauty.”

“My own beauty?”

Vil nodded before gently pampering your face, “Your own beauty has a smile, a sweet smile, kindness, and a caring self that you tamed almost everyone. Seeing you like this would worry others, mine included potato…” He said before gently fixing your hair, “You should consider taking care of yourself more.” And yet you can only stare at him before smiling gently and nod at his suggestion.

“A perfect reply.”

Tho you noticed that he place a gift box on your hands, “I’ll be going now, take care of yourself potato.” He said before giving your cheek a kiss before going away leaving you a blushing mess.

You remained speechless, cause not only your gift has a Pomefiore armband, but also a tiny lip balm that has a cute flavor that matches your lips.

Idia Shroud

The second you were about to exit your dorm, your eyes spotted a floating gadget right in front of you.

‘This is a delivery from Idia Shroud.’

“Idia your using auto voice text to speech again…”

“N-No I’m not….!!!”

Yeap you can tell that is Idia but….why is he not using Ortho to talk to you instead?

“What brings you here? Normally you would ask Ortho to do the talking….?”

“No… It’s not the point…. Here, just take it. And don’t tell this to others!”

And with that there tablet floats away from you, Idia was trying not to lose his embarrassing composure but…. He did it just to check up on you. You are really sure that alone is highly rare for Idia to do that. No when you open the gift there was a mini controller with a few games he recommend and a Igynihyde armband, you are going to hide that from the others….

Tho part of you wants to poke fun at Idia, but the other part of you wants to hug him.

Malleus Daconia

During the night while everyone is resting, you hope that Malleus appear out of nowhere.

Thankfully he was here and you two had a pleasant conversation, Malleus was having a good time talking to you over boring topics that he had not heard about it and yet, she does finds your voice soothing to listen to.

But…

“Tsunotaro….”

“Yes? Child of man?”

You then begin to ask Malleus about why is the Housewardens giving you gifts, it’s been five days and you see them checking up on you from time to time. Tho you also notice that Malleus is slowly mad at that, how could he missed this opportunity?! And yet….

“Is it because….I don’t deserve being…loved?”

“Don’t say that. You honestly deserve better.”

You looked at Malleus confused, “You saw how they give you something right? It is a sign that they all appreciate you, mine included. Seeing you in a sad state would make everyone worry especially me.” He said before gently holding your hand and give you a kiss on your forehead, “Please, always remember that we are here for you no matter what…” Malleus said as your eyes opened, your hands was greeted by a nice looking box.

Inside was Diasonia armband, but it was also a nice looking yarn that you were not expecting to find.

After everything that was happening….you found it strange.

You check your phone to message your group asking them about the whole gifts and what not. and Ace decided to be honest here, they asked Riddle to give a gift for a random reason. You had zero idea how insane Ace was facing against Riddle like that, Deuce was also with Ace in this, they said that you actually deserve a gift.

They all know that you have been down lately, and the best they can do was to give you a gift in hopes to cheer you up. You might hate yourself lately, but in their eyes they see you as a solace from their darkest times aka golden hour. Jack and Epel even pointed out that you also deserve gifts and they went to their Housewardens for any advice, and yet as for the others….. You can only guess.

Ace and Deuce went to Riddle to talk about a gift, Jack and Epel went to Leona and Vil about a gift advice, but the other Housewardens…. You can consider it strange, and yet….

You can feel your vision blurry….are you crying?

You can’t help but send thank you messages to them, you wanted to repay them back but they literally said no need. It feels rather magical to feel….recognized for your own efforts, even Grim gave you a canned tuna as a gift. The best you can do was hug Grim and let your tears fall out.

Was receiving their gifts worth it?

It surely was.

[brewed-pangolin]

Soap Cuddling Headcanons

This was an ask I received forever ago, then tumblr decided to eat it because I don't know. Apologies for this taking soooo long.

18+ MDNI Sexual Themes

SFW and NFSW below the cut because why the hell not.

Soap loves to cuddle for one reason and one reason only: touch

He's touch starved. He craves it. Begs for it. Yearns for it when he's half a world away with you always creeping around in the back of his mind

And when he's home, he can barely think of letting you out of arms reach

It was a bit overwhelming st first, to have him always so close and needing so much physical affection

You didn't push him away, but you did have to maintain some personal space at the beginnings of your relationship

But that all changed after his first lengthy deployment

On those long, lonely nights. Reaching out to him and feeling nothing but cold emptiness beside you in the bed

That's where you fell into his spell and began to yearn and ache for his touch just as desperately as he did

SFW

It doesn't matter what you're doing, if you're within arms reach, your going to be wrapped up by him

Cooking? Yup. He'll have his hands on your hips while comfortably resting his chin on your shoulder

He'll whisper soft, culinary praises into your ear while he watches intently, following your fingers as they diligently move across the cutting board

"Smellin' good, hen. Be a shame if ya had t'waste any, yeah?" And you fell for it. Every single time

Don't be surprised if those hands on your hips begin to wander. It's nearly impossible for them to stay in one place for too long

Loves to wrap his arms around you during the weekend late movie nights

Will intentionally put on horror or suspense movies just so you'll scoot closer, and he can hold you tightly against him while you tremble in his arms

But where this cuddle monster truly shines is in bed (and not just after a romp)

He'll cling to you in the morning, arms wrapped around your torso and his face nestled unto the curve of your shoulders

Big spoon. Little spoon. He doesn't care. As long as his skin is touching yours, he's happy

Will prolong mornings the first few days back home, willing to push aside responsibilities and spend the entire day in bed

Netflix and Chill Extraordinaire

But Cuddling isn't only sanctioned for the bedroom

Soap is a romantic at heart, and he'll whisk you away to his favorite outlook up in the mountains in his 4Runner

Just to build a fort of blankets and pillows in the back and watch the sunset like a true Casanova

And movie nights are best under the stars at your local drive-in

Nestled deep within in his arms as you leave the world behind to enjoy each other's comforting embrace (and loads of overly butterd popcorn)

NSFW

Soap MacTavish is the absolute KING of aftercare, especially after your more vigorous and enthusiastic sessions

He'll keep you close, wrapped within his muscular arms, and pressed against his sweat drenched torso as you ride out the last waves of your climax

"So good f'me, lass. Ya did so good." He'll whisper, voice muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck

He's in no rush after a lengthy romp. You need 15 minutes? 30 minutes? Two hours? Soap's not going anywhere

Except to get the towels. He knows he makes a mess, and your legs are currently jelly after your umpteenth orgasm

But if you already planned on having an earth-shattering sexcapade, the towels are already on the nightstand because...

Cockwarming

Soap can't help it. He loves being buried to the hilt deep inside you

Especially when he softens and your walls continually pulse and milk every last drop of him

And you pull the most beautifully pornographic whimpers from his lips

"Fuckin' hell, bonnie. You an' that greedy lil cunt a'yers.."

And as previously stated, he's in no rush to pull out.

In fact, he may just fall asleep.

His arms caging you tightly against him as he drifts into a restful slumber with his cock sheathed snuggly within your silkened heat

@deadbranch @sofasoap @d3athtr4psworld @punishmepunisher @homicidal-slvt @glitterypirateduck @obligatoryghoststare @jynxmirage @mykneeshurt @shotmrmiller @astraluminaaa @writeforfandoms @thetrashpossum @simpingoverquestionablemen @kkaaaagt @designateddeadend

[amarynthian-chronicles]

May I have this dance?

Sebastian Solace x Reader

"Surely, you must be joking."

"Quite the contrary."

He fiddled with the old gramophone, making a few final adjustments in order to get it to function properly once more. All the while he was casually holding his cigarette with his third hand, elegantly tapping the ash away when necessary.

Sebastian had amassed an impressive collection of vinyl records, arranging them according to his tastes. He had done so in a similar manner with his books and research files. You loved watching him sort out his inventory.

It was so unusually domestic, the mingling scents of coffee and cigarette smoke, the presence of warm blankets and pillows on the sofa he had hauled from an unspecified location in the vast facility. Undoubtedly from various loungers that the scientists would once find comfort in before the breach in security.

You cleared your throat, trying to get his attention once more.

"Seb, be realistic. We cannot dance together. I don't even know how to"

"I am certain the youth refers to this as a "skill issue" nowadays. Painter had discovered a whole thesaurus of modern slang, heaven help us all."

"I am not even going to comment this. My point still stands. Besides, you do not even have legs."

"What I do have is creative solutions to complex problems. We crush obstacles, do we not? Ah, there we go. Good as new."

He placed the needle on a record.

Music. Soft jazz, soothing yet playful, unpredictable in its rhythm, improvising, moving from whimsical and exciting tunes to the more melancholic melodies. In many ways, it conveyed Sebastian's own soul perfectly.

He offered his clawed hand, grinning and waiting for you to inevitably accept his offer. Reluctantly, you accepted.

His tail began to tap in a certain rhythm against the floor, as if setting the tempo you should follow along with the music. Confused, you saw his other two arms approach you, all three serving as if they were makeshift dance partners.

Before you knew it, he was making you move and sway as if you were a combination of a puppet on a string and a music box ballerina. He made you twirl, glide, turn, almost hypnotic.

At a certain point, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly the room was completely dark, save for the lone light of his esca.

"See? You do not need to know where to go or what to do, you are only to follow as I say. Trust me and you will never have to worry about anything ever again."

"Seb, I am tired."

"I am sure we can get a few more pirouettes out of you, pet."

"Well, at least I am getting free cardio training here."

You took deep breaths as your puppet master played with you, demanding yet gentle, firm yet rewarding you with tenderness when it was due. As you were about to collapse, he caught you, pulling you into his lap.

Soft kisses were placed on your head, cheeks and lips.

His body began to sway, akin to the ocean waves, his arms cradling you.

Sebastian was truly like the ocean itself, simultaneously a cooling haven that embraced you in your feverish nightmares and a cold unyielding tomb that one could not escape from. A devil is merely a fallen angel, after all.

You whispered, closing your eyes.

"What will become of us, Seb? We are playing in this illusion, knowing that all of this is ludicrous."

"We live on stolen time. Our old lives are forfeit and we can only move onward. We take, we scavenge, we defy probability itself."

"What are we to each other?"

He combed his fingers through your hair.

"Fleeting hope. The same type that a ghost feels in a house with new tenants, desperately wishing to be seen and heard once more. Even for a final time."

Hot tears ran down your cheeks.

"Hope is such a cruel thing, Seb."

He kissed each tear away, savouring your sorrow.

"We lie in the Abyss. This location defies physics itself, it rebels against every possible known law of water mechanics. So shall we. Doomed to fail, given to death, we shall rise once more, wearing the Reaper's cloak as our own."

[the-fiction-witch]

Away P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Daemon Targaryen Couple - Daemon X Reader Reader - Y/n Targaryen (Niece, Viserys Second daughter with Aemma) Rating - Sweet Word Count - 1735

Warning - Suicide Mentions

Part One

Using the secret tunnels to return Y/n to her chambers as if she never left, she tossed away the common clothes and put on her black silk nightie collapsing on her bed,

Daemon watched her change your clothes He could tell she was holding back tears. He felt bad for his sweetling. He knew she must be lonely at times, and he wasn't with her all the time. He decided not to leave just yet. Daemon approached and sat next to her on the bed. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as he looked at her face. His face was soft and he looked genuinely concerned for her loneliness.

"you'll be leaving again soon, and I'll be alone again…"

Daemon saw her frown growing more upset and he decided to pull her closer to him. He held her for a moment, letting her get some comfort. His hand on her shoulder rubbed gently and he put his other hand on her back and held her close to him. "I know, I know. But I will always come back to you my sweetling. The first thing I do when I return to King's Landing, is rush straight to you. And the last thing I do before I leave is visit you again."

she nodded "But then you're gone. I see you off and then I'm alone, my sister doesn't visit, father never asks to see me, and I'm locked in here so much the handle has dust."

Daemon noticed how sad it was for her. ‘She had no one to really talk to or even just enjoy the time you spent with’ he thought. "Can you tell me something though, sweetling?"

"yes?"

"What do you always do when I'm gone? Are you always alone like this? No one to talk to?"

"always. I just read it. Sew. Sleep"

Daemon frowned as you said that. He felt guilty for being away so long. "You should have more people to spend your time with. What about the handmaidens? You don't get along with any of them?"

"they only come when I call for them, then they do what I ask and go. Most don't talk to me even when I try"

Daemon frowned as he heard her answer. He didn't even want to think about how lonely and depressing this experience was for her. "You haven't got a single friend, have you?"

"... No."

The news made him a bit disappointed. A lonely little princess with no friends and a sad life. Her only comfort in this world was her uncle. Daemon was feeling a little guilty for not being here and keeping a closer eye on her. "You can never truly be sad, though. Not when your dear old uncle is here for you. You can always tell me your problems and your sadness and I will be here to comfort you." He smiled at her softly but he could see she was still upset.

"but you're not here... You go off on an adventure to the Stepstones or off with the city watch or off at Dragonstone. I do love when you're here it's... The only time I ever smiled anymore"

That last sentence pained Daemon a lot more, hearing that the only times she smiled were the rare occasions he was around. He felt like he was abandoning a child for leaving her alone for so long. His expression showed his feelings for a split second before he hid it away and continued to comfort her. His voice was kind and compassionate. He spoke with a smile to conceal his guilt. "It's alright... I feel like the only time I feel happy is when I'm holding you. You are my source of happiness, my sweetling."

she nodded and she sat up a moment wiping her tears before she hugged him her arms around his shoulders, she sat in his lap, her head in his chest as she fought the urge to cry

Daemon put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. He rubbed her hair and he looked down on her little face which was buried in his chest. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck and his hands were rubbing her back. Daemon felt his happiness come back as he embraced you like this.

After a bit, Daemon decided to speak "You know, you are so much smaller than me when you sit in my lap, my sweeting," He said trying to comfort and distract her,

she nodded "When are you leaving?"

Daemon's face slightly fell at the mention of him leaving. But he decided to not let that stop him from comforting her. Even if he was going to leave soon he would make every second count. "Soon, my sweetling. I'm not sure, it will be soon but I will come back. I always do. Even though I know it might leave you feeling sad, I will always return. I promise."

"you'll be gone days? Months? Longer?"

Daemon seemed troubled as he thought about how long he would be leaving for. It was possible it would be longer than the usual. And after what she said, he felt bad about it now as he thought about how lonely she would feel when abandoned for a long amount of time. He didn't know what to say now, and he could see that his answer was also painful to her. "I don't know... Most likely a few days or weeks... Maybe longer than that but I promise you with all my heart that I will return."

she nodded "... I can't promise I'll be here"

Daemon felt a stab in his heart when she said that. He stopped rubbing her back and he stared down at her. He looked at her face as she was trying to hold back her tears and he felt bad that she felt this sad. "Sweetling, you can never do that! I can't lose you, I just can't. Are you telling me the truth? You really plan to leave?"

"... I have thought of it. More than once" she said,

Daemon was shaken to the core by her words. The pain of losing her suddenly hit him and he felt the urge to cry. He held her close to him and spoke softly but urgently. "Sweetling, listen. Please take my words to heart. Never think that again. I would be devastated to lose you. I will do whatever it takes to protect you. Whatever it takes to keep you alive and healthy. I don't want you to ever think of doing that again, okay?"

she nodded clearly still sad,

Daemon was still worried even with her nod. ‘I couldn't let her do this ever. She means too much to me’ the thought. Daemon held her close to him, he didn't care whether she was crying or not, he would keep her close to him to comfort her. "I hope I haven't disappointed you too much with how I have been acting," Daemon said softly, letting her cry against his chest. All his worries and fears were flooding his body and he couldn't hide them. He didn't want to lose her, and he felt like a failure right now.

she shook her head, "Often it feels you're all I have anymore..."

Daemon heard your answer and he was surprised to hear that to be honest. He smiled slightly and he squeezed her tighter as he held her against him. "Then it's my duty to protect you, my sweetling. I will do anything in this life to protect you. From now on I will come to see you as often as I can. Will that make you happier?"

she nodded,

Daemon smiled softly but still looked concerned He still could feel the sadness in her but he decided to try and comfort her by holding her against him and playing with her hair. The more time he spent with her, the more he felt his happiness coming back. He didn't want this moment to end. "Will you promise me something?"

"yes, Daemon?"

"Will you promise me that every time I leave, whenever you have thoughts like those, you will tell me as soon as I return? I need to know if you ever intend to do that again, sweetling. Or If you really do feel alone while I am away."

"I Will I promise"

"Thank you, my sweetling. That is very important to me. And from now on I will try my best to come see you as often as I can. I promise you that. Just please, let me know how you feel and I will always be trying to make you as happy as I can while I am away, and if you really do start to think like that send a raven and I will rush back on craxaes just to see you. okay?"

she nodded and laid herself down on her pillow,

Daemon kept his hand gripped with her and he continued to smile at her he helped to tuck her into her bed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He could feel the sadness that still lingered in her and he didn't want to go just yet. She was still in need of comfort and love. So he continued to sit there with her and play with her hair.

"May I ask you one more question, my sweetling?"

she nodded

"Are you happy right now, my sweetling?”

"very happy and very content but also sad because I know it will end eventually"

Daemon sighed a little bit when she told him how she felt, it was true and her feelings were valid."I will always come back. No matter what happens, I will come back. I promise you, I will never leave you and I will never be gone for more time than I have to," 

she nodded and slowly closed her eyes, after a while she began to drift off to sleep her grip on him became loose, he smiled and watched her sleep for a while But for some reason he felt a strong urge to stay now. He wanted to stay with her, no matter how long he would be away from her he wanted to spend these last few hours with her, "Daemon?" she spoke up,

"Yes, my sweetling? What is it?"

for a moment she doesn't speak she just looks at him taking in every element of him as if she's trying to ensure her memory of him before she rests a soft hand on his cheek stroking his face before she finally connects her lips with his…

[sidsinning]

Thinking About Gojo

Thing that’s so sad about Gojo is every time he’s fucked up it’s bc of his humanity- giving Amanai more time to relax as a normal girl made him use his abilities beyond his limit letting Toji gain the upper hand, letting Geto go without killing him after his first massacre, having Geto’s corpse stolen by Kenjaku bc he didn’t cremate him out of respect, being sealed in Shibuya bc of the shock of his best friend appearing in front of him, not sacrificing the human crowd to kill all the special grades immediately- and he blames himself every time it happens and always tries to make up for it, takes responsibility for all of it- bc he HAS to as “The Strongest”

But at the same time, his humanity is what defines the best parts of him in the first place- what’s the point of his strength if not for his friends and students? He would be leading a meaningless empty existence, much like Toji when he met him. Toji was unstoppable (“the one who cast it all aside”) bc all he was focused on was fighting and winning to the best of his ability, holding nothing back no matter how guilty or innocent his victim was- but was extremely depressed and leading a miserable empty life. Just like Gojo, when Toji tapped into the “human” side of himself during battle (his pride), that was what ultimately caused him to lose the fight. Even when Toji came back as a corpse, he “loses” the fight that he would’ve won easily against Megumi if not for the love he has for his son, tapping into his humanity again. The times Toji felt at peace and truly happy at the end of both of his lives was when he was caring for his son- telling Gojo to take care of him, then confirming his abusive family didn’t raise him. Losing his humanity lets him win his battles, but leaves him isolated and aimless. Embracing his humanity fatally kills him, but leaves him happy and fulfilled.

(Gojo also loses his first round against Toji bc he got distracted thinking about protecting Amanai!)

Humanity is what fucks both of them up in battle, but without it, they have nothing but empty strength. They’d just be monsters like Sukuna.

Curse you Gege for making the only thing worth fighting for in their lives their greatest weakness. When I catch you cat man.

Gojo does not have a god complex, though being the strongest has undoubtably made him arrogant…but like who wouldn’t be at his level of power lol? What Gege focuses on when Gojo’s strength is highlighted in the series is how lonely and isolated Gojo felt bc of it. The way he uses his strength very transparently tells you what he actually cares about- the people around him. Gojo wants to laugh with his friends and have a world where his students will not suffer the same trauma as he has. To be able to stand on their own two feet without him. He uses it to protect. Sukuna transparently uses his power to fight powerful opponents and make others suffer.

Think people mistake it as a god complex bc “I am the honored one” and his lowkey sadistic joy of battle- that’s more him feeling good bc he finally gets moments where he can use this freak strength of his he always keeps docile bc he is way too strong for anyone to be a fair match to him 90% of the time. He is a different type of living organism. Pookie just tweaks here and there it’s fine he’s blowing off steam 😊💖 (but fr imagine having all his power and just…sitting all day bc nothing can challenge you) (I think he just be bored and feeling understimulated so he gets a lil too excited when he gets to stretch bye)

He was FORCED to evolve, power wasn’t smtg he was obsessively seeking out. Still isn’t. He wasn’t able to deploy Red or RCT at the beginning of Hidden Inventory, and he didn’t care beyond being a lil frustrated- like having a homework assignment he couldn’t understand. He was happy when both him AND Geto were labeled as The Strongest. He loved having a proper rival for strength- someone to understand him. He values connection with others much more than raw strength.

It’s not a god complex. It’s quite literally him acknowledging the undeniable fact that he is the strongest and having to take care of the world bc of it. He is actively trying not to be the only card to use against curses by training his students. He knows PAINFULLY well that for all the power he has, he is just one man in one body in the end. He cannot be everyone’s trump card everywhere at once. Unfortunately the Shibuya Incident proved this to be the case- when he’s gone everything goes to straight hell, everyone dies, and his students end up traumatized but evolved in power like he did in the past. As well as abandoned by jujutsu society after being used to their marrow.

[whalesforhands]

churn your agony (mini continuation of pt.6) (poly! satosugu x reader)

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How… Did you get here?

Why are you here?

The park the four of you frequent. You look down, dressed to the nines in a thin hospital gown.

Did you just run out of the infirmary?

A lone man sits under the familiar bench, frame hunched over with only the light of a nearby lamp post preventing him from sinking into the darkness.

You recognize him. You’d recognize him anywhere.

“Suguru?” No response. “Why are you here? It’s late.”

You hear him chuckle as you approach from the cold wisps of the dark night. He sounds empty, a chortle that seemed to be void of his usual luster.

“I think I’m starting to hallucinate.”

You shift nearer, closing the distance between the both of you, until you’re standing before his slumped form, illuminated by the shine of the bulb.

He lets you, though he still doesn’t look at you.

“That doesn’t sound very healthy.”

He doesn’t respond this time.

You let out a curious hum, tilting your head to the side as you kneeled down before his curved over form.

He’s thinner, frailer. His clothes even baggier than usual, his hair a tangled mess upon his head.

(He hasn’t been eating well.)

You move to tuck the strands obscuring his face away. Watching as his vacant eyes started to focus on you, still blank, still confused. His face is gaunt, eyebags dark and eyes so agonizingly impassive and…

Why does he look like he’s in so much pain?

You try to muster up a smile at him from your position.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.” Your fingers reach out, only for him to suddenly flinch away when you touch the cold skin of his cheek.

Your eyes widen in shock. He’s never done that before when you touched him.

“Did I- Did I do something wro-?!”

You’re suddenly grabbed, pulled into a tight embrace as he cried out an almost pained sob, lunging for you and getting onto his unsteady feet before his face was digging into the crook of your neck as you felt his hands grasp tightly onto the fabric of your clothes.

He’s sobbing into your shoulder, silently wailing as he simply holds you there. Grip so tight you’d think he’d never let go.

Not that you want him to, anyway. He must really need a hug right now, you think.

“I don’t know what’s made you so sad,” You gently pat his back, allowing his forehead to rest further into your shoulder, his tears starting to drench the sleeve of your hospital gown. “But I hope I can make it go away.”

You hear light steps begin to approach.

“Oi, Suguru, I got us our red bean soup. Ya gotta eat or else-“

Gojo freezes as he watches the scene, your eyes slowly trailing from his crying boyfriend to meet his own.

He walks towards you with a steady, composed pace, juxtaposing Geto’s despaired self.

He looks melancholic. As if he knows something you don’t. Is something wrong?

Satoru remains quiet, gingerly placing the unopened cans on the bench before his long arms wrap around the both of you.

Had he grown taller? How long have you been in the hospital?

Gojo is silent as he rests his head upon your own.

You can feel it.

“It was hard, huh?” Whatever they’ve been through. You want to comfort them. You want to do more for them. Why are they hurting so much? Can you make it go away?

“You need to stop doing this.” You hear Gojo whisper into your ear, breaking the silence of the scene. It’s breathy, choked. As if he was struggling to get words out from his throat.

Geto is still clinging desperately onto you as you start to comb your fingers through his tangled hair, another hand reaching around to hold Gojo’s hand.

Doing what exactly?

You tilt your head to look at him, a look of confusion crossing your face.

Gojo’s smile looks pained. His grip on you growing tighter and tighter as he tries to hold onto the both of you.

What’s happening?

It’s quiet, whispered under his breath.

“Love,” Gojo kisses your forehead, the hand you were holding coming up to rest upon your cheek as he looks into your befuddled gaze.

“Truly is the most twisted curse of all.”

You feel Suguru’s hands claw at you before it suddenly goes black.

——

Geto struggles up from bed, his heart palpitating as he places his hand over his chest. The cold sweat from his brow doesn’t stop, nor do his tears. His eyes are swollen, red with grief as his hand begins to clutch at the swelling pain in his heart. The realization of reality.

A dream.

He was so close. So close to feeling your touch, so close to caressing your hair, so close to hearing your joyful giggles in his ear…

So close to having you together with them again.

His cries are hollow, his fingernails digging into the sheets of your bed as his heart yearned and longed for your presence. He chokes when he turns to see Satoru already awake, staring out the window next to him.

Their gazes meet.

He knows. They both know. No matter how bad they wish it weren’t true.

You can only live on in their dreams.

——

You’re in another place now.

An apartment complex. It’s quiet. Deafeningly so.

A silent young boy sits on the tatami floormats before you, poking at the ground.

Alone. Seriously, what is happening?

You crouch down before him. It comes out before you even have time to comprehend your words.

“Are you sad too?”

“No.” His brows are furrowed, head finally lifting to look at the sudden stranger.

“Who are you anyway?” His eyes narrow at you.

“Hmm,” This is an actual child. You need to watch your words. Even if all this doesn’t feel real.

“Your guardian fairy?”

“Gross.”

You laugh at this kid’s audacity, a quiet melody that brushes his ears. You can definitely appreciate some sass.

“I’m not sad.” He looks away, blushing. “Just… Alone.”

You tap a finger on your cheek, smiling at the boy as he grunts at you.

“I can keep you company.”

——

You stay silent, your feet kicking as you relax on the couch with him. It’s some sort of… Melancholic bliss.

It’s quiet, almost inaudible. It’s whispered under his breath.

“Are you ever going to come back?” To him. To visit him again in this agonizingly lonely dream of his.

You pause. “Honestly, I don’t know.”

You really didn’t. Why were you here? Where are your friends? Yaga? What exactly is happening?

You can’t remember.

“Oh.” So you were going to leave too. Just like his mom did when he was young, just like his dad who left soon after.

Maybe he was cursed to be alone, after all. How ironic, considering his name.

“Hey,” You stop for a moment to plant your hand in the child’s fluffy hair.

“I promise to come if you wish really, really, really hard for me.” Just like in fairytales, right?

He looks exasperated, almost looking at you as if you were lying. “Really?” He doesn’t like liars.

“Really.” You wink. You hold your pinky out to him.

“Pinky promise.”

“Even if…” His voice is starting to die down. “Even if all I am is someone unlovable?” His hands are starting to shake, you can feel his little body trembling next to you.

You plop his little head onto your shoulder as you continue to rub at his scalp, attempting to soothe the sadness he felt.

Your own pinky moves to wind around his own, interlocking them together.

“I think that your struggles,” Your hand smoothed over those spiky, fluffy locks.

“Don’t make you any sort of burden.” You lightly tap his nose as he scrunches it up. “It doesn’t make you undesirable, unlovable,” You begin to move his head downwards and onto your lap.

“Or undeserving of care.” You slowly pat his head, watching him as his eyes slowly began to flutter close, his head leaning into your touch.

“Where’d… you hear that from?”

You giggle. “A man said it once.”

“So…” His breaths begin to slow. “Lame…”

He’s asleep.

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Notes:

Shoko doesn’t dream of you. Believe her, she’s tried. Though, it feels as if you’ve blessed her with dreamless nights.

She’s comforted thinking about it. But she does ask Geto and Gojo about their dreams.

She’s taken to washing her hair with your shampoo on the days she feels like she can’t take it anymore. It rubs off on her pillow and she just lays there and thinks of you.

That was the first dream stsg have had where they could physically touch you. They’ve never felt more anguished in any of the dreams following this incident.

You did appear the next time the child wished for you to come. He’s starting to believe you actually are a fairy.

[cho-aaacho]

—Truly, Madly, Deeply Love You

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Imagine Pt.2

Imagine that Albert loves teasing you. He loves seeing you scowl, hearing you raise your voice aggressively as you call his name, and feeling the slightness of your punches on his shoulder, while muttering about his annoying behavior.

As a response, Albert pinches your cheeks, lovingly pats your head, like a cute little kitty cat, and compliments you about how "cute" you are when you're angry. 

He might throw teasing lines like "Such a cute little kitty in my palm" or "A cute angel shouldn't be mad easily." 

Alternatively, he whispers sweet words in your ear, and it makes you flustered with a delightful color of crimson painted on your cheeks, causing your little knee to tremble or panic.

In public, sometimes he would place brief kisses, making you shocked and snuggling between his chests because you were too shy. He also loves to embrace your body from behind when you're watching TV. 

Place a romantic kiss on your neck and wrap his arms around your very presence. It becomes his love's signature move. 

All of these sometimes make you angry, but you secretly love them. Because he's the only man you are allowed to do that to. The privilege you give him since you know him.

"Shh... you need to stop that, Al. If you keep teasing me, I'll punch you to death!"

He giggles and playfully kisses your nose. "Scary... but you can't kill me because you'll be lonely when I'm not here, and, please, my love, don't be so mean. I know you like it when I do that."

"Shut up, Albert Wesker!"

"Are you mad at me? Oh no, you're not hating me. You're madly in love with me."

"No!"

"Then, what is this?" He hugs you once more, this time more assertively. You can hear his heartbeat and feel his warm breath against you, enveloping you in Albert's universe.

"Hmm," he hums. "Oh, you probably love my arms around your waist. You loved it when I hugged you. How about I kiss you? What? One isn't enough?"

[reverieparacosm]

Swain x F!Reader, if you have the time and energy?

Swain (League of Legends) x F!Reader

Summary: Worried for Swain, burdened by his responsibilities, you find comfort in his presence.

Warnings: none

Note: Here it is! I wanted to write a small and cute scene. <3

The chill of the night presses against your skin, a welcome respite from the stifling heat of the day. You stand at the balcony's edge, the city sprawled beneath you like a tapestry of flickering lights. A lone raven, its silhouette stark against the moonlit sky, circles overhead, its caw echoing the unease that gnaws at your gut.

You are lost in contemplation, your thoughts a tangled web of anxieties and desires, when a shadow falls across the marble floor. The click of heavy boots on stone sends a shiver down your spine. You don't need to turn to know who it is.

"My dear," Swain's voice, a silken whisper laced with steel, slithers into the silence. "It is late. You should rest."

You turn slowly, meeting his gaze. "My mind, Swain," you say, your voice barely above a breath, "is too restless for sleep."

You feel his presence draw nearer until he is standing right beside you. His physical form is intimidating to most, with his black armor and fierce demeanor, but to you he has always been gentle.

"What troubles you so?" he asks, genuinely concerned.

You hesitate, unsure of how to express the tumult of emotions within you. Swain patiently waits, as he always does, for you to gather your thoughts.

"The responsibility you bear is crushing," you whisper, your voice trembling. "You carry the weight of an empire on your shoulders, alone. What if… what if we lose?" The thought of Swain, defeated, is unbearable. "I only wish there was more I could do to ease your burden. What if you…" you can't finish the sentence. Your heart aches with the fear of losing him, of losing everything.

He turns to face you, lifting your chin delicately with his gauntleted hand so your eyes meet his intense gaze.

"You ease my burden more than you know simply by being at my side. Your caring nature and compassion are a rare light in this world of constant battle and sacrifice. Do not underestimate the strength you give me."

His words warm your soul but still you worry. "What of the future, when we are gone from this world? Will our lives have meant anything if Noxus does not endure?"

A small smile plays at the corners of his lips. "You question too much the fickle hands of fate, my dear, when the present offers so much more."

He brushes a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you sigh contentedly, finally relaxing into his tender embrace. You lay your head against the ornate plating of his chestplate, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath. Here, in his arms, is the only place you feel truly at peace.

After a tranquil moment, Swain speaks again. "Come, walk with me through the gardens. Their beauty may help lift your spirits."

Hand in hand you wander the moonlit paths, surrounded by fragrant blossoms in full bloom.

Fireflies drift through swaying leaves and vines like miniature sparks of hope, their gentle pulse a counterpoint to the adagio of your hearts. Pausing beside a lush orchid display, you admire exotic blooms in muted daylight. Their delicate petals flutter with every whisper, seduced by summer zephyrs carrying whispers of love unvoiced.

Turning, Swain's gaze meets yours beneath a tapestry of stars. His large hand encloses your cheek in a gentle caress, belying the ferocity lurking beneath silk-clad skin. Leaning into his touch, you sigh softly.

"These remind me of you, delicate yet resilient," Swain observes. "Just as fragile beauty can thrive even in the harshest of environments, so too does your kindness persist despite witnessing endless hardship."

His words warm your face with a blush. For such an intimidating leader, he has a poetic soul. You turn to face him, meeting his intense gaze once more. An unspoken understanding passes between you in that moment.

Closing the mere inch between your parted lips, Swain seals your mouth with his own in a kiss of deepest longing. A sigh escapes you both to mingle in the breathless space. His lips mold fervently to yours in slow exploration, reacquainting himself with every subtle contour.

A flick of his tongue begs entrance, which you gladly grant with a small moan of surrender. The kiss deepens as Swain maps your willing mouth with thorough passion. You cling to his broad shoulders, warmth curling low in your stomach from his sensual tutelage alone.

All too soon, he withdraws just enough to graze your kiss-swollen lips in fleeting adoration. Your eyes flutter open to meet his smoldering gaze, mirroring the flames he has kindled within your core with nothing but his kiss.

Chests heaving, you remain locked in wordless communion, desire and devotion flowing between you like an unbreakable current. The kiss has left you aching for infinitely more.

When you finally part from him breathlessly, Swain takes you in his arms and continues on his way at a fast pace. You cling to him trustingly as he carries you back inside, the doors of your chambers bursting open with a flick of his wrist. Gently he lays you upon the feather-soft bed, following to hover protectively over your trembling form.

His eyes drink you in like fine wine before capturing your mouth in another searing kiss.

Hands that have commanded vast armies now roam your body with achingly tender care. Safe in Swain's embrace, all the world seems to fade away, leaving only your entwined forms locked in an ageless dance of passion beneath the starry light.

In the hazy afterglow you lie nestled against his broad chest, fingers idly tracing patterns across his scarred skin as his even breaths stir your hair.

A deep serenity fills you, chasing away the restless thoughts that had plagued your mind only hours before.

Swain places a lingering kiss to your forehead. "However the tides of fate may turn, know that you have given my life purpose and joy like nothing else. I vow to you that as long as there is breath in my body, Noxus will stand, so that our love may endure through the ages."

You smile blissfully up at him. "Then let this be the new dawn of an era where compassion and strength walk hand in hand." With that you seal your promise with a tender kiss of your own, hearts content to leave the future in wiser hands than your own as you lose yourselves fully in each other's loving embrace beneath the night sky.

[nqmonarch]

Got back to college and immediately fell asleep for two hours. Then I woke up and ate. Pretty accurate representation of all I do tbh, I hope to write more this semester though!!! Ngl I feel kind of lonely at college now though but my fluffy little backboard thingy feels kind of like a hug. I want Jing Yuan to hug me qq (let's see how many times I say that).

Warning: Depressed reader, mentions of no longer wanting to exist

You leaned further into the broad slightly hard chest of your lover, hoping to bury yourself in it and never resurface. It rumbled beneath you and you raised your fist against it. "Don't move," You grumbled but Jing Yuan's small chuckles didn't stop.

You couldn't hold back your aggravated sigh and the urge to disappear was reignited. Your face flush against his chest, his silk shirt billowing around you and swallowing you whole. A hand rested on your back stroking it comfortingly and the other rested around your waist holding you closer. The fingers drifted up and down, resting at your neck momentarily if it was anyone else you probably would've felt threatened. Then they moved themselves to your arms, leaving you completely entrapped in his arms. Not that you minded.

It was nice. It felt warm. It smelled familiar too. Like home. If there was home, then this was it. You could travel universe from universe in search of purpose, in search of your family, in search of this feeling but somehow you found it here, out of all places. You reluctantly looked up, top of your head brushing against his jawline.

He smiled down at you, "Are you feeling better?" Jing Yuan's smile was slightly teasing, one side of it lifted above the other, but his voice held warmth. Your hands clutched onto the fabric of his shirt tighter, feeling the warmth of your own hands through it.

"No," You spoke rather stubbornly, not wanting to leave his arms. If you felt better, wouldn't that mean everything would be over? Every happy moment you experienced would inevitably have to end.

His legs bent a bit further upwards, remaining on either side of you, "Then tells me what plagues you, my love?" Jing Yuan's voice always held a seemingly carefree lilt, one that would lure you into telling your deepest sins or, perhaps a worse sin, believing he truly was carefree.

"Sometimes I want to disappear," You muttered truthfully, out of trust for him and you felt his grip tighten ever so slightly. "I want to hide away from it all," You admitted.

Jing Yuan looked down at you, smile no longer on his face as he rested his chin upon your head. It left your head completely obscured, his hair acting like a curtain, or maybe a blanket it was certainly as soft as one.

He was quiet for a moment, searching for the right words to say, the right words to reach you, "For now, you can hide. I'll keep you safe and hidden until you are ready. But, you must never disappear on me, alright?" There was a hidden layer of deep rooted insecurity in his words and you nodded.

"I wouldn't dream of it. How could I leave someone I hold so dear?"

The two of you remained in each others embraces quietly, only enjoying the feeling of each other. The feeling of home.

This wasn't what I planned to write but what comes out, comes out right? How many times can I write about Jing Yuan giving huggies? Infinite.

I wonder if I should make this a series haha

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Event : Leon Dompteur sequel route release

Host : @aquagirl1978

Characters : Leon x Reader

Words : 1414

A/N : My first entry to the event, a day early before the start time, pls don't mind me, Aqua ✨❤️🤣 the one who'll get deeper to what inside the story is the smartest fella!

Day 1 - “Love : Who/what does Leon love? what does love mean to him?”

Love can take on numerous interpretations, shaped by individual perspectives and experiences. For some, love serves as a coping mechanism, while others might use it as a justification for actions that stray far from its essence. Conversely, many view love as a beacon, a source of joy, and a guiding force in life. The unique love discovered by the King of Beasts was particularly exceptional; it prompted him to reconnect with a part of himself that he believed he had eradicated long ago, unaware that this hidden self had been quietly residing within his lonely heart.

This newfound love acted as a catalyst for his journey towards authenticity, allowing him to emerge as his true self rather than merely playing a role cast by others. After nearly succumbing to the depths of his solitude and despair, he found solace in the presence of someone who shone like a warm ray of sunshine, nurturing him back to life and helping him rediscover the essence of who he truly was.

“Nothing will change the man I know, you will always be you.” Even after all this time, the words still resonate in his mind like the enchanting sound of bells—melodic and timeless. He finds himself replaying them over and over, especially when he’s with you, the one who spoke those cherished words. They linger in his thoughts, a beautiful reminder of that moment, evoking feelings he never tires of reliving.

"‘As she departed from the barren place she once called home, she resolved to embark on a journey through the kingdoms, in search of the truth... answers... about her own identity. Throughout her life, people have regarded her as charming, resolute, and adept at winning hearts with her personality and deeds, almost effortlessly.’" You read the passage attentively, your place nestled in your king's embrace on the bed, as if sharing a bedtime story. "You know, Leon?" you called out, catching his attention, which shifted towards you with evident curiosity. "This heroine reminds me of someone. She has a way of captivating people instantly, with an irresistible charm." You shot a teasing glance at Leon, prompting him to chuckle. "I wonder who that could be?" he replied playfully, already aware of your intentions. As he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer, his actions spoke louder than words, reinforcing your point.

“Do you really think she’s like me?” Leon asked, his strong arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace, transferring warmth from your skin to your very heart. You let out a soft sigh, allowing yourself to lower your defenses in his presence. “Maybe not exactly,” you replied, sensing the intrigue reflected in Leon’s eyes. Earlier, you had drawn a parallel between him and the heroine of the story, but now it seemed you had shifted your stance. “What do you mean by that?” Leon inquired, curiosity evident in his voice and a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“Well, this heroine, despite her intelligence, beauty, and indomitable spirit… spent her life in solitude. She overcame challenges and fought against the odds, yet she did it all on her own. Though many admired her, she never let anyone in, never truly lowered her guard. She was surrounded by admirers, but her only true companion was her instrument—her intuition and her instinct for survival.”

Leon was taken aback by your in-depth character analysis, recognizing its precision, poignancy, and underlying sadness. Even though the character was fictional, he felt a sense of connection. Despite being constantly surrounded by supporters and admirers, he too often felt the grip of loneliness. In a way, he and that heroine were linked by their shared struggle with solitude.

“Maybe it’s just that she hasn’t discovered what could liberate her from her loneliness yet,” he mused, his voice tinged with a softness that hinted at deeper thoughts. Glancing at him, you noticed his gaze was fixed not on the pages before you but somewhere far away, filled with a mixture of sadness and affection.

“She’s lost, you know,” Leon continued, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. “Without any hints of her past, she learned to build walls, never trusting anyone. She was a shadow of herself, unable to open her heart.” As he spoke, you caught a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, as if he were recollecting an intimate part of his own life. Your hand instinctively reached out to his cheek, caressing it tenderly. To your surprise, Leon leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he reveled in the comfort you offered.

“You and this heroine are quite different, though,” you chimed in with a playful smile, watching him react with a mischievous glint in his now-opened eyes. “You’ve been quite the wordsmith lately, haven’t you?” You laughed lightly, before continuing, “While I can see why you might see similarities, let’s be real here. You said she couldn’t find a way out of her loneliness, but that’s not true for you.” There was a pause, a bridge of unspoken connections stretching between the two of you. “She couldn’t be herself with anyone. But you… you found me. You never had to hide who you are from me.”

Leon fell silent, and you could feel the warmth of your emotions swirling in the air. “When I fell in love with you, it wasn’t just affection; it was a desire to share this life, to ensure you’d never be alone. You’ve always told me that our love lets you be yourself, that with me, you can embrace the real you.” You felt a sense of resolution settle around you, as if the darkness that once surrounded Leon was slowly lifting, replaced by the bright light of acceptance and connection.

Leon locked his amber gaze onto you, an irresistible glint of mischief in his eyes as he snatched the book from your hands and slammed it shut, plopping it down on the bedside table. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that yet—Oooff!” The air rushed from your lungs as he nestled his head against your chest, arms wrapping around you tight. “Leon…?” You could hardly process it as he purred like a contented cat, radiating warmth and affection that made your heart flutter. “You’ve got this uncanny knack for making me fall head over heels every single time,” he murmured, grinning up at you.

Your surprise quickly melted into adoration. “Well, I hope that heroine finds something to chase away her loneliness,” Leon said, as your fingers gently gliding through his hair. “Someone who makes her feel free to be herself, you know?” Leon nodded thoughtfully. “Basically, she needs to find love, right?” you added, and he totally agreed. “I always knew you cared for everyone, but I didn’t think you’d extend all that compassion to fictional characters too,” you teased, a grin creeping onto your face.

“Hey, I just can’t stand the thought of anyone going through what I did,” he shrugged, still clinging to you like you were his security blanket. “If that heroine figures it out, it’ll mean she learns that being herself is all about love. And thanks to you, I know just what that feels like.” He looked at you, eyes glimmering with hope, and you couldn’t resist giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Really, all I did was fall for you. I’m not some great sage or anything,” you laughed lightly, but his expression was mock-serious. “Oh please, drop the modesty! Even if it’s true, I’m giving you all the credit anyway,” he shot back, settling on top of you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

With barely a moment to catch your breath, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, fingers intertwining in a dance that felt like pure magic. Just as you were about to get lost in the moment, reality hit you like a ton of bricks. “Ugh, what if I forget where I left off in the book? This is totally your fault!” You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Leon chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t sweat it! You won’t forget a single detail of tonight—especially when I keep reminding you how much I love you,” he grinned, capturing your lips again as you both dove into a world that was just the two of you, wrapped up in an endless loop of love and laughter.

Fin ✨❤️

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Spawn! Astarion x Durge

So, if Durge denies Bhaal, they become immortal (Withers says Durge is alive while Withers is, and Withers is a god of death). Now, Astarion and Durge are an immortal couple, and death can't separate them.

But living with someone for a long time can be bothersome. Imagine a century, two centuries. They start to annoy each other and decide to take a break.

Each goes to live their own life. Astarion as a spawn, and Durge as Jergal's champion.

Another two centuries pass. Durge grows lonely (as does Astarion). Their hearts long for each other, but they have no idea where their lover is. This temporal break-up was painful, and they didn't agree on a time and place to meet again. Actually, they had been so fed up with each other, that sincerely decided not to meet ever again.

You are a monster hunter, known throughout Faerun for your successful endeavors against trolls, giants, dragons, vampires, and more. One day, you enter a tavern to get a quest, and one is available (and well-paid).

You need to find an extremely dangerous and powerful vampire called Astarion. Not to kill, just to locate his whereabouts.

The contractor looks friendly and kind, and they tell you how strong and unpredictable this Astarion is. You get a feeling that it's very personal, but it's not your job to criticize people who pay money.

You spend a few years searching and finally locate Astarion, far, far away. He is an undercover boss of a pirate freehold. Almost no one sees him, but he has been running this place for many decades. You wouldn't dare to attack him (since there is a horde of pirates on his side, and you suspect he isn't the only vampire there) so you return to the contractor with the news.

"Well, now you want us to kill him?"

"I want to come with you."

Again, it's weird. Why does this contractor want to come with you all this way? It's definetely something personal. They probably want to kill Astarion themselves, but why?

You keep hearing stories about his cruelty and manipulative techniques during the journey. But suddenly, you get a feeling that no one would speak this way about their sworn enemy.

You finally arrive at the place. You warn the contractor not to do anything strange and to wait until you finish with Astarion.

Then there he is, alone in the stairway with his best daggers. You feel the danger looming from him. The contractor takes a step, and you don't protest. It's going to be a duel.

"Tav!" the vampire yells. "Tav, is that truly you?"

And your contractor loses all their aura of power and secrecy, running to Astarion with open arms. They fall into each other's embrace, laughing and crying like young lovers.

You can only hear pieces of sentences: "I missed you" and "Where have you been all these years?"

Two immortals. Two immortal lovers. They parted two centuries ago, tired and angry with each other, but now their love and passion are reborn, and they feel the same way they did many years ago while hiding at the inn in Baldur's Gate.

"Well, will you pay us?" you reluctantly ask the contractor, who suddenly looks very young.

"Yeah, sure. You found my husband, so the contract is fulfilled," Durge stands on their feet. Astarion shrugs and throws you a bag of coins and jewels - a much more considerable sum than you were promised. "Take your money and leave; you did the job."

You and your companions look at Durge and Astarion as they hold each other's hands and discuss the centuries they spent apart.

Leaving the strange couple, you hear them giggling.

"Darling, please, don't hire monster hunters to find me next time."

"Just don't hide then."

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids as nephilim <3

a/n: my roommate and i discussed this briefly and they wanted me to write blurbs so here we are ! i won't lie; this got me in my feels, so i hope it brings you comfort <33 pics not mine~

content: nephilim!straykids, supernatural au | wc: 0.6k | warnings: none really! | pairing: stray kids x gn!reader | requests: open

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chan♡‧₊˚

the crackling of a bonfire, moss growing over forgotten rubble, a promise that’s kept

chan, though sometimes haunted by the turmoil of being an in-between being, loves nothing more than to use his powers to heal wounds. he sees beauty in once-broken things, and, when you meet him, you feel all your scars melt together into a beautiful masterpiece. when he looks at you, it’s as though you’ve stepped into fresh sunlight after being trapped in the cold.

minho♡‧₊˚

lightning in a summer storm, the smell of fresh tea leaves, finally getting what you need 

minho believes the best way to use his strength is to protect any and all creatures–humans included–from physical and emotional harm. when you meet him, your fear is replaced with only gratitude because the protector you once waited for is now by your side. when minho looks at you, the world seems renewed, like a forest after a fire.

changbin♡‧₊˚

flowers picked for someone special, handwritten notes, an “i love you” that warms your chest

changbin promised himself that his strength–physical and metaphysical–would only be used to uplift the world. in particular, he loved sending people signs that things were going to be okay. when you meet him, serenity cascades over you, everything falling into place. when changbin looks at you, you smile, knowing with certainty that joy is everlasting. 

hyunjin♡‧₊˚

the smell of the ocean, incense burning in a crystal shop, a gaze that reveals everything

hyunjin finds beauty everywhere, particularly in people. his heart aches knowing that everyone must hurt at one point or another, so he uses his powers to give art to those who are sad, lonely, and in pain. when you meet hyunjin, he hands you a watercolor, images flowing out of the page and enveloping your body in a comforting embrace. when he looks at you, you understand what it is like to be deeply and truly seen.

jisung♡‧₊˚

music playing in the distance, dewdrops in sunlight, hearing what you need to hear

jisung, as a writer by nature, is often up late into the night. he knows just how important safe escapism is, and he uses his abilities to ensure people have good, restorative dreams. when you first meet jisung, he promises to take away the stress of your day by returning you to a favorite imaginary land from childhood. when he looks at you, your shoulders relax because it finally all makes sense.  

felix♡‧₊˚

sunlight breaking through the trees, soft footsteps down familiar paths, a truth you can bear 

felix knows how much it hurts to be stranded and alone, so he channels in power into searching for lost animals and returning them to the warmth and belonging of their homes. when you meet him, he’s cradling a lost kitten in his arms, cooing so softly that your heart feels more soothed than you ever thought possible. when felix looks at you, it feels like a promise to find each other again and again and again. 

seungmin♡‧₊˚

laughter that lingers in your memory, autumn leaves falling, finding your safe space

seungmin finds the fun in every situation, and he thinks the best way to help others with his powers is to create pockets of joy in what can be such a dark world. when you meet seungmin, the sound of his laughter reverbing off your own makes the whole world fade away. when he looks at you, you know with certainty that happiness is around every corner, waiting for you.

jeongin♡‧₊˚

catching your breath after a long run, the comfort of a worn-in jacket, a heartfelt “thank you” 

jeongin spends his free time creating beautiful scenery to encourage people to slow down, breathe, and appreciate what life has to offer. when you meet him, you’re both wandering around a garden–his favorite–and you watch with wonder as a butterfly lands on his outstretched hand. when jeongin looks at you, your imagination runs wild, a swarm of butterflies filling your stomach with the endless possibilities he offers you.

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[ontologicalsynaesthesia]

Queer Metaphor and Queer Literality

People have been comparing Our Flag Means Death and Good Omens a lot, but the similarity that stands out most to me is on the meta level of how they do their storytelling. I think they both feel like a similar flavor of meaningful queer story because they depict queerness at both a literal and a metaphorical level, where the positive elements occur at the literal level and the negative elements are depicted through metaphor.

On a literal level, both series are full of explicitly, textually queer characters who have actual romances with kissing and everything. Characters can be trans and express their gender in non-normative ways without reprecussions (mostly). There's almost no depiction of overt homophobia onscreen. I'm not sure whether Neil Gaiman or anyone else involved in GO has talked about this choice, but I know David Jenkins has said that he wanted to avoid making the characters in OFMD constantly deal with homophobia and queer trauma. It's not that they take place in queernorm worlds, exactly; it's more that the bad stuff largely happens offscreen. (I've addressed this in an OFMD meta about season 1.)

But the thing is, neither show actually shies away from depicting homophobia and queer trauma - it's just that they happen at the metaphorical level.

In GO2, both Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship to heaven and hell is, metaphorically, that of queer people to a stiflingly heteronormative society that will never truly let them belong and be themselves at the same time. They find community in each other - they are the only people in the world who have experienced the things they've experienced (and isn't that a relatable queer feeling!), and they also find community in queer humans, in a way. But to their home societies that originally gave them belonging and purpose, they're outcasts, and that's very lonely for both of them. They both deal with this very differently; Crowley abandons heaven and hell entirely and embraces his outcast-hood and independence (even though it's still lonely), while Aziraphale still longs for that sense of belonging and eventually decides to try to assimilate again (even though he can't really be himself there).

There's a lot more you can say about metaphorical queerness in GO (like in this recent Tor.com article). But basically, Crowley and Aziraphale's differing reactions to the ostracism of their native society mirror two different ways a lot of real life queer people respond the ostracism of their native societies, even though Crowley and Aziraphale themselves don't really face explicit homophobia for their queer romance onscreen.

OFMD intertwines the metaphor with the literal in a different way. In a way, piracy is a metaphor for queer community; we've all heard Izzy's "piracy is about belonging to something" line in the trailer (even though we don't know the context yet.) But pirates also commit acts of violence, and most people consider them horrible monsters. Stede and Ed both struggle with feelings of monstrousness that are about their piracy-related actions on the surface; but those feelings are instantly and horribly recognizable to a lot of queer people. Chauncey Badminton's "you defile beautiful things" speech is burned into my brain in part because that's exactly what my internal monologue sounds like sometimes (and I think you can pretty easily interpret that speech as being about Stede being literally queer as much as it's about Stede killing his brother; Badminton comes just short of outright saying it.)

When Stede leaves Ed, Ed dives headfirst into being the monster everyone believes him to be. He hates himself; he thinks he's unlovable; he commits as many atrocities as he can in the hope that someone will put him down, and he'll deserve it. I think he feels that Stede left him because Stede, too, saw him as an irredeemable monster, and he tries to make it true to justify his own self-hatred. Ed's self-destructive rampage is an over-the-top expression, in the context of a pirate story, of some deeply recognizable and relatable queer emotions. It's easy for society to make us feel monstrous; Stede dealt with that by trying to remove his influence from the world and return to the (heterosexual) status quo, and Ed dealt with it by trying to live up to the monstrousness he felt inside himself until it destroyed him.

I think one reason these two shows have been so effective - and been effective in similar ways, to more or less the same group of fans - is that this combination of literal queer joy and metaphorical queer suffering feels like a very deep, authentic, relatable portrayal of queer experience. It's fun and wish-fulfillment-y, and avoids getting too close to the reality of the negative experiences a lot of fans have probably had. But at the same time, it filters those negative, complicated, and familiar experiences through the lens of the fantastical, which gives them a certain clarity and emotional grandeur that they couldn't have in a work more true to life.

I'm pretty skeptical about equating "representation" to quality (I've read a lot of deeply mediocre queer books), and I don't think it's quite accurate that these shows have been so successful simply because they depict queer protagonists in queer romances; I think that take misses something, because in this day and age, there are a lot of queer romances out there and easily accessible. But I think the way queerness is embedded into multiple levels of storytelling in both these shows gives them a lot more depth of meaning and emotion, and I think that's a big part of what fans have latched onto.

[lizajane2]

I was reading through some of my drafts and I totally forgot I had this, and while it still needs a little tweaking; I love every part of this conversation:

Morpheus could not bring himself to face Adina. How could he? He made a vow to make sure that no harm would ever come to her, but he allowed it to happen. She was supposed to be safe with him, in his realm.

“You have been avoiding me.”

“Rose Walker is a priority I cannot ignore.”

“I’m not upset that you have more important things that require your attention rather I’m wondering why you can barely look me in the eye. Surely you can spare a minute of your time to tell me if I’ve done something to offend you.”

“No,” he assured swiftly.

“No, I haven’t offended you or no you’re not going to speak with me?”

“I’m addressing you now, am I not?”

“Why must you always make things more difficult than they have to be? I believed… well, it seems I was wrong to assume that we were beginning to become friends after all this time.”

Morpheus didn’t look up from the pages he absentmindedly flipped through, pretending that her presence didn’t affect him. That he wasn’t solely focused on how he was finally able to hear her voice after ninety years. Or the warmth she provided. He’d normally seek her out when he needed comfort but now, he’s reminded of his failure, of what could’ve happened to Adina if he had been too late.

“Would you prefer I no longer stay in the Dreaming? Is that what you wish for? Gods, tell me now or I’ll take your silence as my answer.”  

Of course, that wasn’t what he wanted, nor did he wish to be friends. Could he tell her what his heart truly desires? How he imagines kissing her pink lips and wonders how she might taste? Should he tell Adina how he longs to memorize every curve and crevice of her body with his fingertips and tongue? Would she tremble beneath him and moan his name in a breathless plea? Could he tell Adina that he spends hours on end wishing, imagining, dreaming how it might feel to embrace her without inhibitions? No. No he could not, so Morpheus decided to stay quiet.

Tears stung Adina’s eyes and she quickly tried to blink them away. Could he not see that his silence was hurting her?

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“No.”

"No?" She turned to him slowly, and his eyes burned bright like stars. He was angry. Adina almost wanted to laugh at his audacity. "Remove your hand, Morpheus."

"I will not allow you to step foot outside of my realm."

"We haven’t had a proper conversation in weeks, and you choose to command me. How dare you treat me as if I am one of your creations."

"You forget your place."

"What place do I have in your life? Two hundred years and I never questioned because I understood, but I see that out of pride and fear, you would rather prove Hob wrong than admit one simple truth. You are lonely." 

"Do not assume to know-."

"I am not finished," Adina interrupted, "and you will listen to me. Do you believe you are the only one here who feels lonely? For a century I had no idea who I was, in a vulnerable state that was taken advantage of by someone I viewed as a sister. Then my own father ripped me of my wings and chained me as punishment for abandoning him. I had no one to pray to, only you. Desperately hoping you might hear me one day."

Morpheus released the grip he had on her wrist and tears formed in his eyes, yet he refused to let them fall. As hard as he tried to forget the image of Adina being in pain, and Jessamy murdered in front of him, he could not. It haunted him. Adina was a constant reminder of how powerless and helpless he had been. He felt ashamed for not being able to protect her and angry with himself for not having more belief in Adina, just as Lucienne had.

"Do you have nothing to say," She asked quietly, giving him one last chance to speak with her, "do you truly not care for me?"

He could not blame her for thinking such a way. It was his choice to stay at a distance, one that Adina respected. But during his time as a captive, Morpheus found himself missing the rare moments when they walked through the garden she had grown in the Waking World. And how he would find her at the steps of his throne with a book in hand. He missed watching her interact with the nightmares and dreams he created. He had missed her.

Adina turned to leave again when he called out to her, his tone less demanding,

“Wait."

“I convinced myself you left," Morpheus finally spoke up and his admission caught her by surprise. “For decades, I believed your love for the Waking World outweighed your desire to stay here.”

“The Waking World or Robert Gadling?”

“Both, perhaps.”

“Yet I choose you every time. For the last two hundred years I stood at your side even when we were apart. Death herself would have to drag me away from you.”

“Yes, I am aware of that now,” he argued, closing the distance in a few strides. Morpheus hated the constant distance between them, physically and emotionally, despite it being his doing. “But it was better than the alternative.”

“If that’s how you truly feel then why continue to give me the cold shoulder?”

“I am reminded of my failure.”

“Morpheus-,” she tried to interject but he only continued.

“I should have had more belief in our friendship perhaps I could have found you sooner-.” His words halted when petite hands rested upon his chest,

“You are not at fault.”

“You're wrong. I swore that while humanity may be careless with your heart, I refuse to falter. Your suffering also became my burden to bear but even with all my precautions and demands, my creation of the Corinthian played a part in your capture.”

“An outcome that neither of us could have predicted.”

“One that I feel partially responsible for,” He placed a hand over hers and intertwined their fingers, squeezing gently. “I failed you.” 

“You haven’t failed me. Here, feel,” Adina placed his hand on her chest so he could feel the warmth of her skin and the strong beat of her heart. “Flesh, blood, and bone. I’m here if you will have me.”

Morpheus had slipped his arm around Adina’s waist, drawing her closer, and rested his forehead against her own. How long has he imagined holding her this way? How long has he desired to be mere inches from Adina’s lips and practically taste her? His thoughts were halted when he spotted the glint of a chain around her neck that was slightly hidden beneath her white satin blouse. To see the ring around her neck surprised him just as it confused him.

“You’re safe here,” he assured softly.

“I know but I like having you nearby even if it is just a piece of you,” she confessed, his gaze still on the ring he held between his fingers as if pondering.

Is it possible, he wondered. Could she feel even a fraction of what he did for her? The ring jingled against the chain as his fingers ever so gently glided up her throat, and he took notice of the way Adina’s chest heaved. As though his touch made it difficult for her to breathe

Adina’s free hand came up to the back of his neck, desperate to keep him where he stood. Morpheus pulled his head back a little to look into her eyes, an expression he’s never quite seen before. Or perhaps, it had always been there. The desperate longing to get closer to the other, to give into the desires that plagued her heart and mind.

“You hesitate.”

“It’s not hesitation but restraint,” he corrected, his fingers now getting tangled in her hair. “I do not know if I would be able to stop.”

“As if I’d want you to.”

[sadruru]

Part 2 of Springfinder. 3) Temptation:

How could she have known where this talk would lead? Unexpectedly, the commander accepted the young tiefling's feelings. Without even thinking, the words came off her lips. Only then came the realization of what had been said. Woljif was silenced by the feelings that came over him. He hugged Melissa tightly, smiled broadly, and laughed softly, either in disbelief or relief. Melissa was embarrassed by the unexpected embrace and froze. This display of affection was too unfamiliar, forgotten. Pretty strange description for someone who was always making obscene jokes and acting out of control, huh? The pleasant feeling burned her heart again. Melissa's hands reached for the boy in response, and for a split second they stopped, trembling violently.

Doubt. Maybe even a little fear. Did she deserve this? Maybe fate wanted to laugh at her again? To give something and then take it away, like always. Wouldn't it ruin everything again?

The temptation to feel at least a little happy and truly needed was too great. Taking a deep breath, the commander quickly calmed herself. No matter what, let it be. No one else would give her a third chance to fulfill all her desires and right her wrongs again. One loving look from Woljif was enough to make her extremely greedy. Now Melissa can only hope that this sin will not kill her.

The cold no longer bothered anyone, for this winter night was the warmest in many years.

4) Capture:

Captivity begins with your own mind, tiefling. In your case, you don't even have to make the extra effort. Your mind and soul are already nearly destroyed. All I need is a little nudge. There's so much you're trying to forget. Your pain, regrets, rage, resentment. Remember, you're being used. They have been, they are, and they always will be. There's no place for you in this world.

Surrender, mortal. You're nothing.

Your end will be as pathetic and lonely as you are. In the end, you'll destroy everything you've achieved. You will lose everything you hold dear, become like a broken mirror and disappear. 5) Healing:

I'm tired of lying helplessly in four walls. That's enough. Nice try, goatface. You're gonna make me apologize to the others for my behavior. Some of them especially... You're wrong about a lot of things, Baphomet. The world really sucks and isn't worth a drop of my time, but I'm not going to just give up at your behest and miss my second chance. There's too much at stake now. I'm not alone. Not anymore.I've made peace with my past and will write my own future and ending. No one else will dare stand in my way: not humans, not gods, not pathetic demon lords like you.

... Someone - When are you gonna stop drawing the same characters?!!!

Me - ...Yes 🗿 I look at the first art and know what awaits them... I love eating glass *COUGHING HARD*

I wanted a soft green background instead of purple. But I got mad, freaked out, and painted it my favorite color. Well, you know, а little symbolism and meaning ha-ha...