#i actually put so much detail into the collar only for it to be covered up

[yxleii]

mikyul 😱

[hw4-l1z]

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Stray kids reaction to you having tattoos

Hyung line / Maknae line

Sub!skz x Dom!m!reader

Cw: slight size kink// choking// belly bulge// hand kink// punishment// pet play// mentions of cock stepping and spitting// scratching

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Han

Han would instantly be attracted to you when he met you. He thought you were the coolest person he had ever met and instantly started chatting you up.

You knew he'd be too scared to ever ask you out so you helped him out by asking him out yourself. Sungie was ecstatic to know that you returned the feeling and proceeded to go on the date with you. He'd be so giggly the whole time, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

You're big long tattooed hands would make him go feral evertime they gripped onto his tiny waist.

Evertime you'd give his waist or thighs a slight squeeze, he'd let out a soft, quite whimper. Sungie loves the feeling of your big, strong hands digging into his skin

Like many people do, he has a huge thing for your hands, especially your fingers. He loves the way they reach that spot inside him perfectly, rapidly moving in and out of him as you use your free hand to cover his mouth to prevent any of the members hearing

He'd want you to choke him, not to tight but not too soft. He absolutely loves watching you tightly grip his hips as you pound into him, watching the bulge form in his belly. He loves to trail his eyes down your stomach tattoos that stop right slightly about the base of your dick, it makes his head spin.

Felix

Felix never thought he'd be so attracted to someone who's quite the exact opposite of him, introverted and quiet, dark hair, multiple body tattoos and a couple of facial piercings, nails painted jet black, dark makeup around the eyes, alt styled clothing and multiple pieces of jewellery.

Your tattoos are what really drew him in, admiring the intricate details on your skin. You'd catch him staring, smirking slightly to yourself as you ask him if he wants a closer look. And ofc he'd never let down that offer.

Whilst he was checking out your hand tattoos he couldn't help but notice how big and veiny you hands were. He softly opened your hands and put his hand on top, giggling to himself when he saw the massive difference between the two. Lix knew his hands were small but my gosh your hands could probably fit both his fists in one.

As I mentioned before, Lix couldn't help but notice how big and veiny your hands were, the rings and tattoos only adding to the hotness.

He's been dreaming of you pinning both his wrists above his head while you fuck him into the mattress. These thoughts became so often that he eventually just told you about it, big beady eyes begging you to give him what he's been dreaming of.

Once you finally do pin his wrists he'd be a whining mess, thrusting his hips up in a needy, hungry way. He just wants to feel you close, whispering the filthiest things into his ear making his face flush bright. He loves how deep your voice can go, he loves thay it goes lower than his whenever your in the mood, fuck it turns him on so much.

Seungmin

Min would be slightly intimated by you at first but would see how your actually a very shy person so he would eventually ease up and talk to you alot more. He never knew how much you'd like to be praised until he told you how badass you looked with all your tattoos and dark look, causing a slight red tint to form over your cheeks and ears as you thank him with a shy tone.

He would get so flustered whenever you'd push him against the closest surface and push you pelvis right against his. He couldn't help but get turned on everyime you did this.

Sometimes you'd leave him hanging and sometimes you'd take him right on the surface you trapped him against.

Whenever Min acts up you'd punish him by putting a collar with a leash on him and a pair of dog ears. You'd make him put on a rubber tail plug that bounced with even the slightest movement, paired with some cute little laced panties with a hole in the back for the tail.

You'd make him sit there whilst you toyed around with him, stepping on his cock and spitting on his face making him hang his head in shame. He definitely learns a lesson since the embarrassment is too much. Although yes from time to time he'd decide to act up, forgetting what his punishments were.

I.N

Innie would instantly feel super flustered around you, blushing at the littlest things you do. He never usually likes to feel babied since he's growing up now but he couldn't help but love the way you'd pinch his cheeks whenever he did something slightly adorable.

He'd probably purposely act cute around you just so he could get you to pinch his cheeks again, to feel your soft hands touching his face.

One time he was acting all baby boy and you couldn't handle it so you grabbed his entire face with both your hands and smooshed it whilst cooing at him like he was a baby. He had to admit though, as weird as it was, he couldn't help but feel butterflies as your big hands held his face whilst you leaned in closer to coo at him

Innie would love to have you wrap your arms tightly around his as you fuck him. You love the feeling of him desperately clawing at your back as he starts to let out a few sobs

You'd be hesitant on choking him at first but Innie was very persistent on you doing so, getting a clear view of the snake tattoo that travels up your arm and stops at your shoulder.

He loves it cause it makes him feel like the snake is wrapped around his throat, sending an adrenaline rush full of fear and pleasure through him.

He usually isn't a very vocal person, just a few sobs, whines and whimpers here and there. But when you angle his body in the right position and attack his prostate, he'd be almost screaming. He would be gripping you shoulders harshly, digging his nails right into art on your skin.

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[everestgale]

You're lucky. What I would give to be able to forget—

[Drawing and design notes under the cut]

*cackles* Turns out, even putting just Hero through Moment of Clarity wasn't enough for Everest, they needed to make all of their voices suffer :]

This drawing was a very funny one because it just kept evolving until it got to what you see now! It was supposed to be a quick doodle where I send my human Hero to MoC... but then I wanted to add the other voices and give this drawing some nice lineart... and then I wanted to add flat colors to make sure each character is distinct from one another... and then I added light shading—

Despite how much it grew out of my control, and despite how much trouble it gave me composition and concept-wise, I'm quite happy with the final result. I'm glad I could at least play around and make some concepts for how my voices would change during the Moment of Clarity. Some were definitely on the simpler side, but others had quite a few neat details! If you're curious to read my thoughts on that, well, there we go!

Stubborn: definitely one of the simpler ones, though both of his Adversary-borrowed horns are snapped, almost symbolizing his usual will to fight depleting almost completely. He also has a bunch of bruise/dust marks all over him, as though he just came out of a fight.

Broken: I went with the obvious one and gave him a bunch of cracks for how shattered he is. But I also made his ears longer (which is the case for all of my voices that have "loose"/hair-like feathers - which are Hero, Smitten, and Broken)... and also he has a suspicious scar on his neck—

Cold: he is the voice that has the least "damage" on him, only really having some missing/messy bang feathers. He does, however, seem even colder than usual, insisting that all other voices are too soft, and they need to be numb and unfeeling... what's a better way to represent that than to literally have him covered in light icy texture?

Paranoid: my poor Paranoid always, always wears gloves when he can, it's a headcanon of mine that he feels extremely uncomfortable and anxious without them. And, uh, he is not wearing any in this drawing. Also just like the Hero in this and previous MoC drawings, he does not have any claws on his hands. His claws are gone :]

Skeptic: he was a difficult one for sure, I couldn't quite figure out how to represent his damage and distress. I ended up breaking a link on his neck shackle (which is barely noticeable), breaking his spiky collar feathers (which is barely noticeable), and adding a light "unraveling" texture (which is, again, barely noticeable). He does look very uncertain and confused, though, so at least I got that right!

Smitten: Smitten borrowed some of the elements from his HEA design, mainly the straightened hair and fallen-out curls. But to differentiate between the two designs, I also added a crack along the center of Smitten's face, like the one you might see on a broken heart :]

Opportunist: Opportunist actually doesn't seem to be doing too horribly during MoC (at least if you compare him to some of the other voices), which is why his design isn't as damaged as some of the other ones. He is tattered and messy, sure, but not completely destroyed like some of the other voices, though I did make sure to give him a very wide-eyed... half-scared, half-empathetic expression, I guess.

Hunted: while his quote "Kill or be killed" was taken out during one of the updates, I really wanted to include it in the drawing because I think it characterizes Hunted during this route very well. That's why his primary damage is blood splatters, from numerous and numerous and numerous deaths.

Cheated: he was fairly simple to do because his default design is already cut up and stitched together. All I needed to do was to add a few more gaping wounds and unravel his stitches. That's why his right ear is missing, too!

Contrarian: similar to Cheated, Contrarian also just got a feature of his regular design—cracks—greatly exaggerated. Contrarian really didn't seem to be doing well during MoC, which is why I went all out on his cracks. Couldn't let him open his eyes, or drop his "smiley" expression completely, but you hopefully can tell that he is barely hanging in there.

Hero: oh, Hero, my sweet, sweet boy Hero. I already talked about his MoC design in a previous post—broken visor feathers to represent his destroyed nature as a "hero" and missing claws—and his long, very unkempt feathers represent the passage of time (how long they've been stuck in there) and almost unraveling (how badly has Hero been damaged by whatever they all experienced in the lead up to Moment of Clarity).

...should be all I wanted to ramble about! Hope you all like this drawing as much as I enjoyed making it :]

[elanorpam]

it's been way too long since i last did wildly self-indulgent fanart, so of course i did it for an SVSSS AU that doesn't even have any actual fanfiction written of it yet. but what can i say! it's a compelling scenario! Just check the original post for details!

here's a workplace doodle for his mess of an outfit, too:

Xin Mo is floating behind his back, wrapped in talismans. the collars are meant to be vaguely inspired on a flower bud.

Some notes i came up with for this version, copied straight from a month-old discord convo:

he may have protagonist halo now, but he's for sure not a stallion protagonist. he literally exchanged fates with his favorite person in the world in order to spare them a hellish trial-- that's romantic as fuck!! damn!! this is old CLAMP shoujo and no mistake!!

binghe may no longer be the protag, but he's still a half-heavenly demon. power-wise, heavenly demons can't be topped, and all the remaining heavenly demons are accounted for. so, SQQ can't be a heavenly demon, even in part.

HOWEVER, as a protagonist, there's a factor more important than power! it's the CHUUNI FACTOR. what's more CHUUNI™️ than being part demon?

one option is being part demon and part angel.

how would that even fucking work??????? IDK man, you can either pull from chinese folklore for fairies or heavenly beings or spirits, or you can blame Airplane and go "he accidentally implied the existence of christian elements by means of importing unexamined anime tropes"

Shen Jiu conveniently has a big fat blank on his parentage. We as fans can and have put whatever the hell we wanted there.

SQQ would jump into the abyss still under the impression SJ was a shallow villain. If his trip through the abyss involves recovering SJ's memories somehow, that sure would be fun times, huh?

so he awakens a mysterious ancestry and survives the abyss and takes Xin Mo, but he probably takes longer than Binghe did due to being squishier.

but Xin Mo isn't ACTUALLY his! so he papers it over with sealing talismans, and to battle the temptation to wield it he takes to wearing these longass sleeves. they're probably covered in talismans as well.

guessing Xiu Ya stayed behind to be mooned over by the clown trio in Cang Qiong. let's go full sparkle-sue here and say he's now fighting almost entirely via musical cultivation. i like swan-necked konghou harps so let's go with that, it'll look dope.

why is he barefoot? why WOULDN'T he be, is the question. fragile!! suffering!! dainty!! he's a shrinking flower, tormented by the weight of the One Sword To Rule Them All!!

also for extra pathos, his constant mental struggle against Xin Mo means he can't spare energy to front. it takes constant focus! he's still a bit in his delusional shit, but even when he's going "oh no, binghe is only latched throat-deep onto my dick because he's a good boy who's concerned about me and the danger i could pose by losing control" he'd probably… well, he'd probably say that out loud to anyone who asked. he's in a half-trance, mentally battling the crazy-making sword. lying is too much work.

Wouldn’t resisting Xin Mo’s influence be the mental and spiritual equivalent to training under 400x gravity or something? his wife-beam is going to be off the charts when he puts it down.

also also: who the hell dressed him like that? fucking shang qinghua, of course, after SQQ showed up in the northern palace to punish MBJ for hurting binghe in the conference. did the system explain shit to SQH? on the one hand, extremely funny if it updates him on the role change out of nowhere mid-alliance. on the other hand, extremely funny if he only finds out because Binghe is crying safely in Qing Jing while the scum villain apparently jumped into the abyss.

Here's another link to the original AU post! I've had it open on a tab all this time just so i could point to it when I was done, so make sure to check it out!

[ilylovelyz]

Me Quiero Enamorar.

pair : bakugou x afab!reader

warning(s) : just soft, soft baku soft baku, loving sex, a lil angsty, hospital sex?, semi-public sex, mentions of injuries, biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, this is more fluff than smut 😭

bakugou wants many things. he wants to be #1. he wants to be the best. he wants to do, be and have many things. but one of the things he wants the most, is you. bakugou loves you dearly. although he's not very upfront with how deep his love is for you, his love is everlasting and sincere. he's had many girlfriends before, but you're different. you can actually put up with his ego and intolerant attitude with a laugh, not wasting a second to insult him back.

no, you're so much more different than that. you're genuine, you're not fake and "all smiles," like some of these chumps claim to be. you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and never hesitate to say it how it is. he used to be annoyed by how emotional and bratty you are, but now, boy, does he really admire you for it. it's not something he can easily do, he'd rather die than cry in front of an audience, but you do it so easily it's like second nature.

you're different, because you love him. you love him for who he is. you don't try to conform or change him, nor do you ever get scared of his random tantrums and odd behaviors. you actually hear him out during one of his long rants, even if you disagree. what he loves most is that you're upfront when you don't like something, but you're not necessarily pushy with it either. you simply inform him why you disagree with something he's said. god, does that "nerdy" aspect of your personality lead to many deep conversations late in the night.

you're different, because he loves you so much, sometimes he's afraid to loose you. it's a worry that has him thinking late at night. his fingers are mindlessly twirling your soft locks in his hair, eyes staring at nothing at in particular. what if one day you'd leave him because of his own flaws? he'd never admit those thoughts, but somehow you find out either way. you'd take his cheeks into your palms, gently holding him like he's fine china, like he's the one who would cry any minute.

"don't be so silly. if i can handle these bastards, then i can certainly handle you."

oh, how earlier you were a feet away from death's door. such a big statement from a small fragile girl from you. he should've known he'd have to take your words with a grain of salt, as of now, you're laying in a hospital bed with bandages covering 60% of your body.

he mindlessly kisses the back of your hands, gently holding your hands in his own. he's also injured, but that doesn't matter, you're what matters to him. all he wants to hear right now is that you'll be okay, and that you're going to walk out of this hospital with him eventually. even though you are reassuring him with the little strength you have, the ghostly grip your hands can muster has him maybe not taking you seriously.

"'katsu'.." you rasped, bandaged hand coming up to the swell of his cheek. the low eyes he's fronting has you knowing what he's thinking. he's quiet, almost having not said a word in a record-time of 10 minutes. his face is relaxed, almost showing no emotion at all. you take this opportunity to focus on the small details of his face. it's almost unfair, a boy like him shouldn't have such perfect skin.

like a cat, he leans into your hand, seeking the warmth of your body. the soft illumination of the moon is the only light you have. he snuck out to your room, after all the nurses didn't allow him to do so much as sit up. his calloused hand comes up to your wrist, mouth placing gentle kisses on the tips of your fingers, palm and wrist. he's trailing soft pecks up and down your bandages before you wrap your fingers around his shirt's collar, softly guiding him up closer to you and your bed.

he silently abided, eyes full of confusion before he knowingly leans in for a kiss on the lips. the kiss is slow paced, almost still, like two slow dancers. he pulls a few inches away from you, eyes almost closed as he basks in your close presence before you're pulling him back in again, deepening the kiss. it's not long before finally climbs onto the bed in defeat. arms caged around your head, one of his arms is propped on it's elbow for support while his other free hand softly holds your jaw.

he wants to be like this with you forever. he just wants to play with your stupid hair, with you healthily laying stupidly content in a stupid bed. but he can't have that. all he gets right now is him playing with your stupid damaged hair, with you stupidly being injured, in a stupid damn hospital bed.

when you try to slip your tongue between his lips, it has him shaking his head in disagreement. no. you're too injured and fragile right now. he pulls away to diffuse the sexual tension, eyes watching with guilt as you whine like a child for his attention and touch.

but how could he? how could he muster to touch you intimately when he literally felt the warmth get sucked right out of your then limp and battered body less than 24 hours ago? of course he wants to. he would never resist you, but right now, just isn't the right time.

he's about to pull away from you entirely and call it a night when he stops in his tracks after you cry out his name, pain and sadness evident in your voice. "katsuki, i want you, please."

god, he wants you too.

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he slowly sinks his cock into you, taking his sweet time, wanting to feel you forever and ever. his nose is snug with your neck, inhaling your sweet, almost toxic scent. you mewl out his name, asking for him to go deeper. he abides to your request, hips rocking into yours, his cock's tip kissing your cervix.

you claw at his back, leaving angry red marks on his back bones and shoulders. his shirt has been thrown off somewhere, leaving his bare torso naked. your hands explore his skin, you've done it many times before, but you still cannot but help to run your hands along the harsh defined lines of his toned muscles.

he leaves soft kisses on your neck, tongue licking and sucking on your sensitive vein. his hands remain on your waist, occasionally squeezing when you clench around him so nicely it has him holding back a groan. he wonders how the nurses haven't found out already. or maybe they already know, which is why no nurse has came in to check in on you.

who knows, who cares. one of his hands come up to your breast, massaging the mound and pinching your sensitive bud. you arch your back in response, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him. his hands lightly push you back against the bed. "relax, i'll take care of you." he whispers, laying a chaste kiss onto your jawline.

he leans up for a minute to hook one of his arms underneath one of your knees, bending it upwards for a better position. the new position has you gasping out, hands clawing at bakugou's poor shoulders and biceps. he pays no mind to the scratches on his already injured body, if they are from you, then it's okay. he wouldn't mind if one of your scratches turned into a long lasting scar.

his focus is distracted when you clench impossibly tighter around him. he throws his nose back into your neck, trying to hide his low moans and expressions. you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him as your orgasm comes closer with every rock of his hips.

"katsu'.." you cry out, hand coming up to pull on the roots of his hair, earning a low grunt. he hums in response, already knowing to bring his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles onto your puffy bud. within a few seconds, your hands dig small crescents into his back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you.

he comes to a full stop as your walls clench down on him almost painfully, biting down onto your shoulder as his own orgasm takes over him, grunting as he spills into you.

the two of you bask in each other's presence following your orgasms. he's careful not to put his full body weight on top of you as he lays his head against your chest, eyes lulling closed as he listens to the faint melody that is your heart.

as you play with his hair, his arm comes up to rest over your stomach. your heart hums him to sleep. he loves you, he loves this. he just wants you, and he wants something like this, forever and ever.

if you liked my work, please leave a like and repost w/ tags :)

[viperwhispered]

Aunt Nerine: inspiration and design thoughts

You can find more information on aunt Nerine in her intro post

Character inspiration

Figuring out aunt Nerine was a very different process to Emi, since this time I actually was pulling inspiration from Disney (and other) sources. Like, you could pretty much say she's twisted from the general concept of a fairy godmother.

Putting together her main influences, the collection would look something like this:

Which would be:

The Fairy Godmother from Cinderella

The three good fairies from Sleeping Beauty

Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty

Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2

Cadsuane Melaidhrin from The Wheel of Time (can't believe she snuck in smh)

and finally, Cupid

(so, is now a terrible time to admit that I've seen neither Cinderella nor Sleeping Beauty? oop)

So, looking at aunt Nerine, I'm sure you all can spot the visual similarities.

(as always, this particular art belongs to moonyasnow)

A vaguely historical dress (I'll get back to this later) like the fairies from the Disney movies, hair similar to Cadsuane's, wings similar to Cupid (& Shrek's Fairy Godmother to a lesser extend), a wand, but the end is a heart like Cupid's arrow sometimes is portrayed as. She also kinda shares the sparkliness with Shrek's Fairy Godmother.

Personality-wise – she thinks she is being helpful, but she is wilful and doing what she herself wishes to do or thinks is the best course (Cadsuane anyone?). She's also... not above being petty or getting back at you if she's slighted, and also has magical power in spades. These are all traits that certainly tie to at least one of her influences.

Plus just the obvious fairy godmother -like character she has in general, even if somewhat twisted in true twst style.

More detailed design notes

Not gonna lie, I had a lot of fun putting together aunt Nerine's outfit and looks. I wanted to pull from something historical, even if I wasn't necessarily going to stick to the historical styles too closely. Still, finally putting to use all those hours watching historical costuming youtubers, lol.

A fair few pics and stuff in here, so putting this below the cut for length.

Her hair actually started off with me thinking of like an Edwardian school teacher. So very voluminous, with a nice proper bun on top. It was only later that I realized that I was kinda going for Cadsuane's hair, too, especially once I realized that I wanted to add some extra bling.

So, this was the vibe I was going for when thinking about the hair:

Y'all can find more pics from this set here

The wings, as I said, were pulling mostly from Cupid imagery. And while it doesn't show in her design, there's just something very funny to me in the wings being something she just wears for the looks, instead of them being an actual part of her.

Gotta have some whimsy when you've been around as long as she has, you know? (No wonder she and Lilia get along, can't remember anymore if it was dio or moony who first suggested this point but you were so right.)

For the pink collar / chest piece I was thinking of a some sort of an partlet + Medici collar combo. A partlet is basically a neck/chest covering and its own garment, so I'm thinking in aunt Nerine's case it wouldn't be a part of the dress, but something that she can swap out. The same swappability goes for the collar and for the sleeves, to keep with the vaguely 16th century fashion vibes she's got going on.

This pic is what I mostly referenced for the idea, though with a lower collar that'd still give room for Nerine's earrings & hair.

The dress itself is definitely pulling from Elizabethan vibes. This is the particular image I used for inspiration, as it shows the shapes well. A conical bodice with a curved upper edge, narrowing out to the waist with a point that emphasizes the illusion of a narrow waist – especially when combined with the full, layered skirts.

I did decide to forego the shoulder rolls and Elizabethan ruffles, tho.

As for the spider web pattern on her skirts...

Since Nerine has a bit of a sona in her too (to let out my impulses to meddle with charas getting together, lol), I wanted to give her a name somewhat reminiscent of what I go by here. I originally thought of Nerrie (a name I've used elsewhere), but in the end figured maybe we could do with a bit more separation between the creator and the creation, lol.

So, I looked for flower names starting with ner – and found Nerine, aka spider lily. And with the name the spider webs became pretty much an obvious motif to include – both because she kinda tangles people in her webs, and because she's not just all sunshine and roses and love love joy joy.

And if you wanna find out what Moony had to work with (other than the reference pics & my rambles), here's the sketch I sent their way:

It really is wonderful what people can do when they actually know what they're doing, huh?

Tagging @diodellet (ty for enabling me to ramble!) @moonyasnow @scint1llat3 @bibi-cha

If anyone would like to be added to / removed from aunt Nerine's tag list, just let me know!

[kaledya]

Hello !

Oh damn, thank you for the explanation. Of course you explain it properly and in such details ! And it make sense Lucifer's pride is taking a big place because he is the embodiment of Pride, in a way. Even with his daughter its something hard to put away. I have a good foundation for the fundamental of their fight now great !

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Extra answers :

Oh yes ! I figured that Alastor won't be like this with Constantine at all ! Except if he want to be burn alive. Especially that Constantine could actually just use his royal authority on him and Alastor would be kneeling very fast !

I like the Last Of Us 2 ref. I just like that we are talking in ref ahah. I understand that it would be a long road of forgiveness between them.

Ps : in a way, In that pride "manner of doing things" i think Lucifer look like Constantine in that. The proud royals who wouldn't take shit from anyone because they are THEM and the others are nothing. Even if it would actually benefit them to be more kind. But its Hell so, no ahah.

But thanks to showing me your vision of how things happen in your SS AU like that I can create something between your mind and mine.

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Yes ! Don't want to spoil but its a huge thing. Constantine and Lolicia. (If my OC wouldn't be here i think i like RoyalFlush a lot, I mean who doesn't like a good Johnlock kind of romance) but let's say I like some sensuality too. (Probably this is why I'm the only one who likes Sherlock and Irene)

I mean do you imagine Constantine and Lolicia first meeting like Sherlock and Irene ? Lolicia (naked) Constantine (confused in a priest costume)

"- Our third guest is in the living room on the left, explains Charlie to her brother, you will not miss it, it has a ocean theme.   - Right... murmur Constantine.

*Constantine walks to the blue living room, watch around and see nobody.*

  - Charlie ? I don't see anyone !

*He sighed and sit on the sofa wondering why he actually left his Palace. That was a mistake. And then he heard footsteps approches.*

- Hello, say a velvety voice, apologies for being late. I was away for a long time, forgive me, what is your royal name ?

- I'd figured everybody would know my name but exceptions are part of the statistics. You can call me, like everybody else, C-...

*Constantine turns his head and see Lolicia stopping at the doorway. His voice fails him when he realizes that none of the hair or the tail or the light he quickly sees were covering the naked body. His jaw drops a little.*

- Oh, it's always hard to remember simple thing when you've had a shock.

*They enters the room stands directly in front of him, then Lolicia reaches out and removes the white priest collar from his shirt.*

- There you go now, they giggle softly, we are both defrocked... Crown Prince Constantine.

*Constantine look up to their eyes, in a normal state of mind again.*

- The Anglerfox, I presume. - Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?

Lolicia smile and put the priest collar between her teeth. Constantine think WTF?!"

I mean yes, It would be funny because Lolicia would be a mess. She has a different way to see emotions too. And Constantine is.. . Well Constantine. Ahah. It was fun.

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Yes, I agree, getting rid of Val, is a big thing.

Thank you for the storyboard info !

I'm so excited to write all this !

I like Husk and Lolicia too. It was cute the dance and natural to write.

Thank for liking the new outfit! Ah yes Baldur's Gate 3, what a beautiful game, *wipes my tear with Astarion* oh ! Is the moment when Gale says he is horny when we fight with so much energy ??

Yes! And I'm so glad I could help!

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And again, I'm very happy to hear that you liked the concepts I mentioned. And I completely agree with your ideas

I can't wait to see the story in your mind!

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OMG! I really can't wait to see it. I really like your writing and I'm very curious how you will handle such a romance!I'm sure you will write wonderfully.

And I'm glad you liked dynamic between Serenity and Constantine too!

And since I've never written anything romance-related for Constantine before, I seriously can't wait to see his dynamic with Lolicia! Sounds like they could have a seriously interesting relationship!

And if you ask my opinion, Irene and Sherlock are a very interesting duo too. After all, Irene Adler was the only woman who takes a place in Sherlock's mind, both in the books and in the TV series and movies.

The Women The only woman who can find a place in Sherlock's full and complex mind. The Women who can beat him time to times with her games

And I loved their interactions in the series, especially in the scene where Irene is in her last moments, she sends a message to Sherlock for the last time, but it was perfect that Sherlock comes and saves her at that moment.

And I really love Irene's attitude as a smart planner and a woman who stands on her own feet, and it is always a pleasure to watch/read the cat and mouse games she plays with Sherlock.

And LMAO yes I can imagine it and I really enjoyed reading the little script you wrote I should draw it sometime.

And Constantine was like:

He gives Lolicia a small glance, "I think my sister was very successful in getting the residents used to the hotel."

"You look very comfortable."

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And I am very glad that you liked the storyboard. I am happy that I could help you and I wish you good writing in advance.

-And yes, BaldursGate3 is a seriously great game, I proudly spent 200 hours on it. And LMAO!

I think this is you, but the one in your hand is not the hamster, but the bat-shaped Astorion.

No, but that scene was very funny too!

As far as I remember, I think the name Harlep ı dont remember. When we kill him in House of Hope we get that armor. And after wearing that and talk to Gale he will make a comment about our New ✨ armor✨

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And now I read all the chapters you posted and they were all great.It was very sweet how Charlie got angry when the hotel guests came up with the topic of helping the hotel financially and O Love how Vaggie talk to her and relaxing her you write them so sweet ❤️❤️. in general I really love how you wrote the team's interactions.

And my god, seriously, Lolicia's duet with Alastor was great, the song and the dialogues of the characters. Your descriptions were perfect.I wish your songs were performed, I would really like to listen to them!

And I really love that the sentences or slang in Alastor's way of speaking belong to the 1920s.Very good for the character And very interesting to see the dynamics of Lolicia and Alastor.And I wonder how the offer of Alliance

will turn out Lolicia's death/dream scene was beautiful, I loved the descriptions and I'm so glad we got some ideas about Lolicia's human appearance! And I can't wait to see how the sentences you use in the descriptions will be detailed in the future.But I need to be patient to read Lolicia's past... 😔

And the popcorn ep where you explained the meaning of the song you wrote was also great. I think you are a really smart writer, all the details you put were great.It's incredible how carefully you calculate and think all these detail you are really good writer 🛐🛐

It was a lot of fun to read that the call that Charlie did to join in the competition. The competition worker's reaction when he found out that Charlie was a princess was also really funny. And I loved the dialogues there, Charlie trying to convince the team members!

Finally, I loved the way you introduced Constantine. The magic scene in the workshop was really beautiful 🤌🤌like perfect in every way it was so Cool too!🛐

and the sources you were inspired by while writing the scene were great. I didn't expect to see Elden ring from there That game has some seriously great art and magic design.And seriously, Constantine's reaction to the photo Charlie took in the previous episode. It was a nice detail!

Thanks again for loving him!

I am looking forward to the chapters you will write in the future!❤️❤️

[amelia-friend]

Katherine and Hannah costumes

Plus a little bit of Brooklyn - but only the actresses who have also played Katherine/Hannah.

Under the cut as it’s long.

Bronté Barbé

The main actress for Katherine, I’ve seen her twice. As she’s the main actress, she doesn’t play any other characters.

I love the black stripes on her lapel and around the hem of her skirt.

It’s three different shades of blue - skirt and waistcoat front very similar (and seems to be denim? Or at least a chambray sort of thing), and the much darker blue waistcoat back.

She has four “tabs” topstitched onto her skirt - two thin ones at the front which hide a large pocket on each side (for her notebook/pencil etc), plus two much larger ones on the back.

Unlike the Broadway version, Katherine only has one costume which stays identical except during King of New York where she removes the waistcoat - showing the details of her shirt and her belt (which is completely hidden in her full outfit)

Hair wise, Bronté has soft blonde curls with the very edges barely rolled back. Some photos turn her more strawberry blonde / light ginger but I’m pretty sure she’s “supposed” to be blonde.

Going from hair “down” to hair “up” is one of the most obvious markers of adulthood at this age, and historically happened around age 16 for Katherine’s social standing but that would make Katherine 15 so we’re ignoring that slightly. I’d still say Bronté’s Katherine is at most 16 - she’s the most naive of the three Katherine’s.

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Bobbie Chambers

Bobbie’s usual role is Hannah (Pulitzer’s assistant) and she’s alternate/1st understudy for Katherine as well. I’ve seen her play Katherine four times, and Hannah twice, and she is my personal favourite Katherine.

As you can see, her Katherine outfit shares a lot of commonalities with Bronté’s (skirt, waistcoat, shirt and tie combo - with blue bring her primary colour).

But there are also the obvious differences - her skirt is a subtly patterned - a thin windowpane-type check, with larger vertical stripes running through the centre of the boxes - and she has a large kangaroo style pocket on the centre front of her skirt.

Her hair is definitely ginger, slightly curled and pulled back at the edges - slightly more than Bronté but not even close to centre back. She’s more of trouble maker than Bronté I feel, and is probably 16-17.

Hannah

Hannah's costume shares a lot with Katherine - it's the same cut (in a more serious colour), but her hair is "up" now - Hannah is definitely an adult while Katherine still occupies the in between spaces.

Splint

Splint is one of the Brooklyn Newsies, a very different social standing (and judging by the hair - age) to Katherine and Hannah, but there's still the elements of Bobbie's Hannah and Katherine (mostly in the hair colour)

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Lindsay Atherton

Lindsay is a swing - she covers both Hannah and Katherine. I've seen her play Hannah three times, but I've only listened to an audio of her Katherine, not actually seen her.

The first thing about Lindsay's Katherine is that her costume isn't blue like Bronte and Bobbie's, but is more sombre coloured - also her hair is far more pulled back than the other two. I'd put her as older than the other two Katherine's - but still only in the 17-18 age range. She's also got the really tight blonde curls (Merida curls as I usually refer to them).

Which when you look at her Hannah:

It's the same dress (skirt/waistcoat - same difference). Trust me I spent way too long looking at seam placement and stripes to double check what anyone with eyes can see.

However - it's not the same outfit - Hannah's shirt has the lace/frills at the cuffs and the collar, while Katherine's is much more functional. Hannah's hair is also pulled "up" to make her a proper grownup - but it's still very clearly the same blonde Merida curls, only tamed by age.

And then there's Mack:

(Lindsay's Brooklyn Newsie character) We've got the hair continuing - Mack's hair looks like you cut Katherine's hair short then didn't take proper care of it (which for a Brooklyn newsie - tracks), plus there's the continuation of the pinstripes in Mack's shirt.

Imogen Bailey

Finally Imogen Bailey - another swing, who covers Hannah but not Katherine (at least as far as I can tell). I've seen her Hannah once.

Which has the Hannah elements from the other two actresses, but also is the only brunette, which carries into her Brooklyn Newsie - Stray.

I just enjoy how the different actresses have the opportunity to make the character their own through costume differences, not just through their acting choices.

It was also a fun experience in person getting to see all the different costumes.

This kinda got away from me.

Anyway - tl:dr - the similarities and differences between the same characters are fun, and nearly as fun as the similarities and differences between the same actress.

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 52 - outdoors fashion in 1924

Cora gets rather more company in this post than usual, although some of them are really only here for one outfit.

Starting with Susan. And I kid you not, this is the best she’s ever looked on the entire show. Okay, the sleeves are a tad long, but other than that, this is a walking suit that actually fits her. I’m amazed. The weave is lovely, too, making this look a little more interesting than plain cream, and the blouse under it is very pretty, with a lace trim and colorful flowers on it. The hat is alright, I guess; the velvet ribbon is a pretty contrast point. And I’d like to know what that little brooch is made of. Could be ivory.

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Don’t you just love the in-depth, multi-faceted writing of Lady Anstruther? A woman whose entire character on the show is aptly described as “perma-horny cougar”, so perhaps the beige and brown vein weave of her coat’s fabric is a play at tiger’s skin. Not that you’d see much of it in this shot because it’s mostly covered with this big-ass brown fur. Also, I’m usually a fan of tassels, but I don’t warm up to this hat shape.

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Cora’s serving some color contrast with this orange coat over a teal dress. I don’t know if the scarf is attached to the coat, but it’s definitely come in a set with it; the fabric is exactly the same. The lower sleeves and the front of the coat are all knife pleats, though interestingly the back is smooth. And for good measure, the hat has this lovely brown ribbon with lilies all over it, looped extravagantly on the side of the hat. When Cora brings back the coat in season 6, she has a new lovely hat with a zigzag motif to go with it and a cute flowered dress underneath matching the hat colors.

Why don’t I have a front shot of this coat? Anyway. This is a pretty straight-lined, light brown deal with a big collar, and despite the embroidery being a bit clunky, I quite like the overall look of it. I’ve said it before – in the 1920s, coat decoration didn’t usually end at the cuffs and collar, and this here carries on the golden split squares down the back, on her sleeves, down at the hem… It’s neat, I like it.

Another light brown coat, although this one seems more versatile; Cora wears this for a hunting event when we celebrate the return of her glorious pheasant feathers (she’s gotten a new pretty brooch with a little orange gem for them) and for everyday purposes in season 6. Slap a big-ass fur collar on it, and it makes for a nice enough outfit for a wedding. But it’s also the first thing she throws over when runs out of the house away from a fire in the middle of the night. Poor lighting, but on that occasion, she also has this lovely reddish brown blanket or shawl. As can be seen by daylight, the jacket itself already has a scarf attached to it that matches in color and fabric, but doesn’t have such a pretty print. Then again, daylight also shows us that the jacket has some sweet embroidery.

Ugh, no. Not another one of those. Let’s be quick about this; the coat is the dustiest pale lilac pink they could find, the wavy ornamental embroidery is nice in theory. The style of collar is atrocious. Why would you put a thick roll of fur on like a goddamn choker? It looks better in season 6 when Cora wears it open.

I’m not quite sure if this is a coat or a walking dress. It seems to be split in the front, but Cora also wears this in the house. And honestly, the little leaf shapes punched in around the collar and up the sides are such a beautiful detail, working in tandem with embroidery to make this into a really pretty piece of clothing. I also like that, instead of being a straight rectangle, it flares out toward the bottom hem. Cora wears a shirt in Crawley purple under it and tops the outfit off with a nice hat, trimmed in lace and decorated with a big flower.

A coat that I think is blue, but I wouldn’t swear it because this show’s lighting hates me personally. It’s doing that lovely ruching on the hip that keeps it from looking like a complete sack, but I wish the closure were a little more delicate. Cora repeats the pretty sandy hat from before (or a ruffly umbrella in a similar shade), and the hatband coordinates quite nicely with the white embroidery trimming the cuffs and the lapels. This look is kept on into season 6 as well.

For a hunting look, Cora sports a brown walking suit that I have never seen before and shall never see again. Shame; the buttoned lapels and pockets give this a nice little bit of extra, and the skirt seems to be slit on the sides to allow for more movement.

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Only one Rosamund coat this season, but it’s worth it. These bronze octagon elements with the black leaf ornaments? What a look. This coat is definitely a favorite of mine, and Rosamund lives up to her reputation in terms of hats and combines it with this little number wrapped in pleated black silk satin and prettied up with a couple brown feathers and a beautiful leaf-shaped embroidery because consistent themes, you guys.

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We’re adding a new ginger to the cast – Lady Sinderby presents two nice hats with this outfit, a rust-colored velvet one with a lot of frizz on it (I’m not sure if that’s threadwork or plumage) and a brown one with a black feather for the hunt. I’m reasonably sure the walking suit is the same despite the light being a bit tricky in the second shot; it’s still got these very long lapels with a curious little folding design around the neck to shape it up to a collar. It also has a subtle pinstripe, which is nice, and a couple pretty blouses, one with tidy little buttons, one with a cascade of ruffles.

[ashlingiswriting]

Sugar

Natalie Berzatto x Pete, angst and fluff, pre-canon, 1.8k for @drabbles-mc

After Pete’s first Berzatto Christmas, Natalie sleeps badly all night long, getting up to use the bathroom, pulling covers on or off, batting away half-remembered dreams.

Pete's on his phone for hours into the night, which is unusual for him. Usually she gets to stare at him, just something to do while she can't sleep, but tonight he hides with his phone under the covers so the light won't bother her, and as a result, he's become a soft glow and a lump in the bed, hardly a person to look at. At some point the outside world lightens, the birds start singing, and she's so tired she goes into the sleep of the dead and stays there, solid, until the light is pouring in cloud-whitened but strong through the curtains.

Opening her eyes, she sees the ceiling is white too, and perfect. She pulls the covers up over her shoulders a little more and looks over. Pete's gone. That was pretty much what she expected.

She looks back up at the ceiling and waits for it to hit.

It doesn't.

Okay, she thinks calmly. Weird. She's just lost the best boyfriend she ever had in her life, a goofy guy who loves her like it's his job and his hobby and his life's purpose all rolled into one, and she doesn't feel anything about it. She probes at it like the spot where a tooth got knocked out, tongue to tender gum, and decides that maybe she's run out of emotions. She used them all up yesterday and now they're out of stock.

That's good, she thinks. She can work with that.

She sits up. Across from her, hanging on the wall, is a large red and yellow painting of flowers that they bought together at an art festival. She didn't expect him to agree on it—there's a violence to the colors despite the subject matter, and the style is disjointed, borderline abstract—but he goes along to get along, Pete does, and that peace is so peaceful that she's never really wanted to question it. Don't chew your fingernails, Bear, you're not five anymore.

Pete actually peeks through the door, like a kid trying to get away with something. Then he sees her, and sticks his whole head in. He needs a haircut, she notices absently.

"Hey," he says, a little rueful. "Are you awake? Darn."

Pete is the only man left alive who still says darn unironically, and he's wearing a powder blue sweater vest over a collared shirt in his own apartment on a holiday, and Natalie really would have married him.

"Yeah," she says carefully. "I'm awake." If she stays very still, maybe her insides won't get jostled. Maybe they'll stay asleep, and she'll keep on feeling nothing.

"I see." He comes to stand in the doorway, no more comedy to him, and says, a touch nervously, "So, I've been thinking."

"Yeah, it's okay, Pete," she cuts in. She didn't drink much, but she still got a Christmas hangover. "It's okay."

He smiles, brow furrow, all puzzled. "But how—"

"It's okay, okay?" Her heartbeat is starting to get faster, and that odd thing in her stomach might be nausea. "It's okay, Pete. Just. Just go ahead."

She smiles, which is the worst moment to start feeling, and of so course it's the moment the hurt hits her in the chest.

"Okay," he says, a little befuddled still, but relieved. He leaves. There's some sounds from the kitchen. He's packing up.

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Five minutes later, he's back, bearing a tray that he sets down on her bedside table very carefully. Then he sits down beside her, pointing, proud.

"So that's fruit juice, morning mix of orange, pineapple, and a little bit of lemon. That's cinnamon sugar toast with loads of butter. I put it in the toaster oven so it would get all, like, caramelized? And that—" Pete pauses. He clearly cannot think of any ingredient or process details that he can elaborate on. "—That's scrambled eggs," he says. He looks to her, hopeful, but all she can do is look at him, then back at the food.

It occurs to her that Pete is quite possibly not breaking up with her after all.

"Oh, are you allergic to pineapples?" he says, apologetic already.

"No," Nat says slowly. He wouldn't make her breakfast to break up with her, right? Because breakfast is kind, but breakfast in bed right before a breakup, that's deranged. "I'm just—" But isn't everyone deranged? "—I'm just wondering, what made you think of cooking today?"

"Well, I read that book Carmy was talking about," he says, and it's the earnestness that gets to her, the excitement. He's got a spiel all ready, he's ready to dive in.

"Yeah?" she says, a new smile breaking across her face.

“Yeah," he says, even more excited than before, smiling now because she's smiling, and that's it. She launches herself at him, wraps her arms around his neck, holds tight. He holds her like he knows what he's doing, all big enveloping warmth, right hand rubbing her back. He doesn't question it.

“How’d you get it so fast?” she says, half-into his neck.

“Oh, I downloaded the Libby app ages ago. You know, it's like the best of both worlds. You get to support the library, but at the same time it's on your phone, so you don't have to worry about losing a physical copy, and—"

Nat's laughing now, so Pete turns his head a little and kisses her. Aims for her forehead, misses, gets all hair. Kisses her again anyways.

"You okay?" he says.

"Oh, I'm just all weird after last night," she says, peeling herself away a little, wiping her hair and tears out of her eyes in one quick movement. "So what did the book say?"

She knows, from the way he pulls one of the blankets up and around her, that he's caught the tears. But he just puts his arms around her little cocoon and keeps going.

"It's really interesting, actually. A little dense, but not academic. Kind of what you'd expect from Carmy?" He thinks on that for a second, then keeps going. "I couldn't stop thinking about this one part, which was less about cooking and more like this essay on personal history, and how sometimes, if there's something you really can't escape, like a thought or a memory or a person or a place, instead of trying to run away from it, you're better off trying to change the context. And there was a bunch of psychology stuff in there, but I'm not sure I really got all of that. Basically, though, it's about changing associations. Or adding associations."

His left arm still loosely draped around her, he reaches out, all six foot one inches of him straining, and manages to pick up the plate with the buttered cinnamon sugar toast on it. He holds it right under her nose, and she inhales. Her mouth waters.

"So," he says. "Sugar."

Nat gets it immediately.

"Sugar," she says, poking one of her hands out of her blanket cocoon to retrieve a slice.

"Sugar," he repeats, and then he sort of arranges himself against the headboard to be that much more convenient a human recliner, takes his own toast, and crunches away. "I'll run laundry today," he says, as if to pre-empt any comments about crumbs, though she wasn't gonna make them.

The toast is crunchy and decadent, with a surprising little edge of salt mixed in with all the sweetness, and Nat melts into his chest. It's a good silence, a long one, long enough to let all the residual doubts drain away.

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Shortly after all the toast is gone, Pete's about to go for the eggs, and she intervenes. She kisses him.

The eggs end up going cold. The sweater vest ends up on the floor.

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Some time later, right back where they were, though they're naked this time and sharing the blanket. Nat's staring at the painting again.

"We should get rid of that, right?" she says. "We should get something else. I don't know what I was thinking. It's not very you."

"No, I love it."

She looks up at him. He really is so funny, her man. "No, you don't."

"No, but I love the way you love it. Of all the paintings at the fair, this is the one that you stood and stared at the most. And I remember, you didn't even want to talk to the artist cause you wanted to stare at it for longer. You're so smart," he says, like that's not a non sequitur.

She can't help herself. "But you don't love it."

Pete looks from the painted poppies to Nat.

"I love you," he says. "That's, like, the same thing, right? Kind of like the transitive property in geometry."

Her forehead furrows for a second, and she just keeps looking at him. After a while, she finally says, a little slowly, like she's made a discovery, "My brothers think you're stupid."

"Yeah," he says, with the placid acceptance provided to him as a proprietor of two diplomas, a Chicago Stock Exchange salary, and childhood principally featuring a golden retriever named Noodles.

"Yeah," says Nat. "They're stupid."

Pete only laughs. "Oh, Sugar. They're your brothers."

She tilts her head to the side.

"How was that?"

"Sugar? That was..." Natalie thinks on it, then nods. "Pretty good."

"Didn't fix it," he acknowledges.

"But it was pretty good." She settles back into the crook of his arm and lets the twin comedowns from sugar and sex wash over her, warm and sleepy. She closes her eyes. Another silence, this one even better than the last, absolutely content.

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The punchline comes months later, when they're both waiting in the hospital to for the chance to meet Richie's little girl. She was supposed to arrive hours ago. The labor's gone badly, Nat's nerves are shot, Mikey's nowhere to be found, and Richie's pacing the hall clutching an un-smoked cigar like it's a weapon. Donna arrives.

Pete says, going loud so she can hear him over the battling sounds of her mother and the nurse, "Now we just need to figure out how to put an Are You Okay in the toaster oven."

Nat laughs so hard that her mother actually stops arguing with the nurse to turn and look at her, but before she can say anything, Mikey comes sweeping in to say it for her: "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Natalie says. "Nothing." She elbows Pete, who's already spotted it too: Richie making a beeline for the nurse with an unhinged glint in his eye. Pete heaves himself to his feet and prepares to try for an interception, while she does hers without even standing up, throws her arm around Mikey and makes him bend down for his hug.

"Always something going on with you, huh, Sugar," he says. He smells awful, but he hugs just as well as Pete does, and she kisses his bearded cheek.

"Oh yeah," she says, with the placid acceptance provided to her as the proprietor of health insurance, half an apartment, and an engagement ring hanging on a chain around her neck, keeping secret till such a time as it will not upstage Tiff's big day. "That's me."

[tallysgreatestfan-art]

"Here I am - what is left of me."

Nara caressed over his jaw with her finger. "You're beautiful, Laurent.", she said, using his first name.

He shook his head. A smile appeared on his lips, and his voice vibrated as he spoke: "I am broken, Nara."

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"You began your life in insanity, Nara. But now you awake each day, and put yourself back together and return to sanity. Me, however...", he raised the prosthesis, "As a child, I had absolute certainty in religion and the holy books. And with every day I break more..."

Nara took both of his hands. The inanimate one was hard as metal, without the rubber-like sensation of civilian prostheses. It closed around her fingers gently. Nara Oxham ignored Laurents cold pain, grabbed the living and the inanimate parts, pressed her fingers into the strange interfaces of human and machine. She found the hidden closures and opened them, released the artificial limbs. She saw the phantom limbs as clear as if they were real.

Mentally she merged with him.

"Then break.", she said.

(Translation back to english from the german translation because I only had the german one avaliable)

Full drawing as well as some more thoughts on this piece under the read more because it's somewhat suggestive

1.

That's actually not how prostheses work in real life, because sci-fi and the technology there moved on, however I tried to be as accurate as possible in every detail that was not explicitly mentioned in the book as being sci-fi technology.

There's cables connecting his body with the prostheses because unlike real life ones they can transmit sensations back to him, if somewhat flawed. That is something the book directly describes, even if I could not quite pinpoint how they would look like.

He also has implants, basically metal rods sticking in the bone of the residual limbs to hold the prosthesis, which is called Osseointegration prosthetic and does exist in real life, but is quite risky due to being prone to infection here, and thus relatively rare. I figured out that in this future, they would have learned how to prevent these infections, so it is used even on his legs additionally to suction even though there is enough leg left for it to hold on even without it (combining this is not a thing in real life as far as I know). Also in real life they look different, not these sci-fi clipper things but just a metal rod. The way these additional implants at his shoulder (collar bone and shoulder bone) work is made up too; I just figured out if this was not risky anymore it would be useful to distribute the weight on his whole shoulder and not just that one point.

His legs holds through basically closing around the residual limb and then the air getting sucked out - also directly described in the book - which is very much how most real life prostheses work.

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However I am able-bodied, so don't take my word for any of this. I really hope I did this in a respectful way, but truth is, despite the research I did, I am not hundred percent sure if I managed to pull it of without fetishizing amputees. There is a lot of focus on Laurent Zai being an amputee in this drawing, an ankle I choose because it empathizes the vulnerability but also healing tenderness of that scene and the following (implied) sex scene. This is just what his body happens to look like, but also, it is so much focus on it - ah damn, I don't know.

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Was he actually half undressed in that scene? Reread it a few times, and couldn't find out. I don't think he would tell the horrific body horror story of how Dhantu rebels tortured him while being half naked, but also every area where the prosthesis sit is covered by cloth, so he has to be half naked in order for Nara to be able to unclasp them like that.

Also not sure if they had sex directly after or only later. I mean, a disturbing torture story is not exactly a turn on. But then, there also is nothing in the picture saying that it has to take place directly after that dialogue

4.

In every other situation taking off someones limbs without their consent is really fucking intrusive, but in this it works for me, and I am not sure why? Maybe because Laurent seems to be totally okay with it? Maybe because Nara is a telepath so she knows already that it is okay for him?

[heaven-s-black-box]

Burn the Land, Boil the Sea- Serenity chpt.3

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Recovery date: February 24th, 2024

Description: The crew of The Challenger, captained by Miyuki Kazuya, take on a job that requires the cover of another job ferrying people. Ever the genius, Miyuki keeps some key details hidden from his crew, and it bites him in the ass.

Notes: Updates will be irregular because I'm still writing chapters but only as I feel like it. Don't question the timeline here please, it's only sort of coherent.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Word count: 1 664

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Miyuki was expecting Mei to start a fight with Rei eventually. He’d known that man since they were kids, and Mei hadn’t ever dealt with anything subtly. So he wasn’t surprised when Zono woke him up, pounding on his door, just incredibly startled. He was so startled, in fact, that he forgot his legs were wrapped up in his blanket and ate the floor.

Zono stopped momentarily, following the thud of Miyuki hitting the floor, before resuming his rattling after Miyuki groaned in pain.

“Hang on!”

“The Alliance people are fighting and suits is calling for you.”

Miyuki sighed before muttering, “Damn it, Mei,” under his breath.

He can’t imagine he looked very imposing, entering the cargo bay completely disheveled and yawning.

Nabe was standing between Mei and Rei, while Kuramochi was left dual wielding against two of Mei’s men while the third tried to calm them down. He caught sight of the junior trio hiding behind some crates. Honestly he was surprised no one's been punched yet.

“Mei, sit down.”

The man whipped around and glared at Miyuki. His two entourage members currently in a standoff with Kuramochi briefly let their eyes flick over to him, and the third man dropped his guard a bit too much. Mei’s red haired friend took the chance to turn his gun on Miyuki who drew his pistol in retaliation.

“But-”

“And call off your dogs or I’ll send you out into the vacuum.”

Mei’s dark skinned companion snickered and the redhead sneered at the threat, but they both looked past Kuramochi to Mei awaiting orders. Mei frowned, his brows furrowed as he considered his options. He looked between Miyuki and Rei a few times before ultimately sighing and waving dismissively at his men. They slowly lowered their weapons, and the fourth companion audibly breathed a sigh of relief.

The lowering of weapons didn’t mark the end of this altercation though.

“You said that we wouldn’t run into any Alliance,” Mei complained, marching up to Miyuki. Zono stepped between them. “There’s another Alliance member on the ship!”

“There’s actually three Alliance members on the ship, including you, surprise.”

“Miyuki,” Chris warned, pulling everyone’s attention up to the hanging paths where he was sitting with a rifle pointed at Rei.

“Hello again, Chris,” she said, raising her hands in surrender. “How’s your shoulder?”

“It’s been better.”

“Let’s just all put the guns down,” Nabe pushed, still standing between Mei and Rei. “We don’t want anyone to get shot.” He turned towards where the junior trio was hiding and called them out.

“Right,” Miyuki sighed, “where to start?”

“Maybe with the truth?” Kuramochi raised his voice in irritation.

“In my defense, I haven’t intentionally lied to anyone and it’s not like I’ve kept anything important secret.”

“We’re ferrying three Alliance members, Miyuki, that’s kind of a big deal.”

He looked around. Rei gave him a small nod, and Mei just rolled his eyes with a shrug. The silent vote was one for honesty, one for whatever he saw fit, and as his eyes met Haruichi’s– or at least where his eyes were hidden– the boy shook his head. Two to two, thanks Mei.

“We don’t ask questions.”

“That’s it,” Zono growled, “this is a muttany now.”

He turned around and grabbed Miyuki by his collar, lifting him so that his feet scraped helplessly at the ground. Someone yelled at him to put the Captain down, Kuramochi wrapped an arm around Nabe’s chest to keep him from stopping him, and guns were raised once more. Miyuki dropped his gun on instinct and grabbed at Zono’s hands, but he didn’t try to pry them off.

“Are you turning us in? Is that what this is?” Zono yelled.

“Of course not.”

“Then what is going on?”

A loud siren sound echoed through the cargo bay.

“Alliance check point,” Chris called before rushing off to the cockpit.

Zono dropped Miyuki with a warning that this would be picked up later, before he backed off so that Kuramochi could join Chris in the cockpit.

“One, two, three,” Miyuki said, pointing at Mei, Rei, and Haruichi, “into the cargo hold.”

He made his way over to a specific floor panel– Mei and Rei following quickly and without question while Haruichi seemed a bit more unsure– and lifted it to reveal a small hold. Rei dropped down first, followed by Mei who grumbled about the dirt, followed by Haruichi who sent a worried look back to his friends.

“Relax, they’ll be fine.”

Once the panel was closed again he approached the bay door just in time to watch The Challenger dock for inspection. He gave the bay a once over before opening the ship's ramp. 

The sudden bright light that washed in from the flood lights made everyone wince and shield their eyes. Nabe made his way over to Sawamura and Furuya and quietly explained what was about to happen, reminding them to say nothing about the people hidden below. They could barely hear him over the loud whirring of the ramp, but they still nodded and got out their identifications. He was a bit surprised by how prepared they seemed.

Below the floor, Haruichi held his breath as the floor rattled and light streamed into the little hold. Rei placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Mei kept to himself, fiddling with his blazer sleeve and watching above them intently.

“Good evening officers, how can we help you?”

“You the captain?”

“Yes sir,” Miyuki met them at the very top of the ramp and gave them a small stack of folded papers. “Should all be in order. We’re just taking these people to Athens.”

The officer looked over the papers, nodding to himself, then waved in some more people.

“Check the passenger’s I.Ds,” there was a loud squeak as Chris and Kuramochi re-entered the cargo bay, “and purpose for their trip.” After addressing his men, he turned back to Miyuki. “Looks to be in order, this is a Fire-fly class transport, is it not?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Show me the cargo hold?”

Beneath the floor, the three hidden passengers held their breaths and stood as still as possible as if it would allow them to disappear. In the bay, the rest of the passengers had similar reactions. Unfortunately, Sawmaura’s fear was less than subtle.

The officer speaking with him and Furuya raised a brow in suspicion.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, looking back to Miyuki and his boss.

“It’s his first time traveling,” Furuya mumbled, clearly half asleep, beating Sawamura to an answer. “He’s worried there might be something illegal down there.”

Nabe had to resist face palming, especially when Sawamura responded.

“You don’t think there’s anything like that down there, oh no, what about Haruichi?!”

Everyone had to resist whipping around and yelling at Sawamura for his outburst. The main officer stopped following Miyuki and re-opened the papers to look them over for this new person. In the hold, Mei nearly had to physically bite his tongue while Haruichi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Chris and Kuramochi’s expressions visibly soured, and Kuramochi prepared to rush back up to the cockpit to get them out of there.

“I don’t see a Haruichi on the passenger list.”

“No sir, Haruichi is a friend of theirs from back home. Loud mouth over there is just worried about what he’d think if they got held up here if we turned out to be smugglers,” Miyuki laughed.

The officer nodded and continued following Miyuki, who knelt down and opened a large cargo hold with everyone’s luggage.

“Haruichi… Kominato?”

Miyuki, Chris, and Kuramochi stiffened almost imperceptibly.

“No idea.”

“Well, thank you for your cooperation.” The officer returned Miyuki’s papers to him and joined his men back on the ramp. “Good luck with the rest of your journey.”

“Thank you sir.”

Everyone was silent until they’d left alliance airspace, still shaken from their close call.

That silence was only broken by the loud clatter of Mei slamming the small holds door open. He pulled himself up, ignoring his dark haired companion who rushed over to help him, and pointed accusingly at Sawamura.

“Would it kill you to think before you speak?!”

“Mei, settle down.”

“No I will not settle down, he almost got us caught!”

“Narumiya-san,” Haruichi pleaded.

“And you,” Mei turned around and jabbed his finger into Haruichi’s chest, “I knew you looked familiar. You’re that genius medical student with the runaway brother!”

Haruichi’s lips pressed into a thin line as he turned his head away.

“And you,” he pointed at Rei who was being helped out of the hold by, “Itsuki stop helping the enemy! She’s an Alliance officer.”

“Who was just hiding from them, Mei-san, if she wanted she would have turned as all in at that check point.”

Itsuki sighed. Mei opened and closed his mouth a few times, futilely searching for words, before growling and turning to Miyuki.

“Kazuya! Answers, now!”

Miyuki could only sigh in resignation at being caught.

“Alright, I knew.”

The room erupts into angry shouts as even Nabe turns against him with distrust. He isn’t sure why, but it stings a bit. Even though he knows he brought this on himself.

“Why didn’t you tell us? we’re your crew!” Kuramochi yelled.

“Because I didn’t need you all looking over your shoulder every two seconds, I was going to tell you all before we hit the check point I just… fell asleep.”

“Without telling us important, life saving information?!” Zono bellowed.

“Hey, the pain killers that you insist I take are really fucking strong!”

“That’s enough!” Chris cuts in before anyone can respond to Miyuki. “Miyuki,” the disappointment in Chris’ voice made the captain’s stomach roll, “I won’t say you made the wrong choice, but I hope you have a plan to fix it.”

Kuramochi rolled his eyes and started stomping back to the cockpit. “Fuck shore leave,” he says, just before he slips through the door, “find yourself a new pilot.”

[whatisshelties]

Yesterday I attended a little seminar about WCRL rally and it looks fun. They are trying to bring it to Arizona, for anyone even remotely in the area looking for alternatives to AKC rally. We've also got ASCA in the state as well, which is another alternative to AKC. They accept all breeds in their sport programs.

Anyway, the differences were interesting, but I overall liked the changes. I think it does a better job preparing you AND bridging for something like obedience than AKC. You are docked points for additional commands, BUT they will give you the opportunity to pet/feed at stationary signs. Praise is unlimited. There is a SCT. Also, no choke chains. (I don't see why they are even allowed in AKC if prongs and stuff are not. Probably because that's what conformation dogs show on. Don't want flat collars damaging those precious coats.) I'm not going to give a detailed summary, since that's easy enough to find. Actually, I'll just link a webinar that was done prior to the seminar. The person spearheading this is an AKC and WCRL judge, so better to just hear it from her.

Now for the Mud summary. He actually laid down for SEVERAL MINUTES MULTIPLE TIMES on our drive down. It was about 1.25 hrs for the drive, so longer than a lot of what he's been doing lately (usually like 30 minutes.)

He was grumbly and nasty about dogs being near him in the crate at the beginning, even when he was covered. (I guess he was bothered that he could hear them.) He settled while we did the long talking part because I was sitting there. I took him out after the talk, that was a short break. Then I had to put him up again because it was time to look at the course. I had brought a hide roll for him to chew and he was not interested. I'm like "Wow, glad I now know that you are that stressed about being in a crate." He barked on highest volume. I ended up uncovering him so he could see me and there was less barking.

Then we got to run and overall he did well at that! They scored us for kicks and he got a 210/200 (bonus points are a thing) on the "regular" course and had some points docked on the Flash course. I would say he wasn't overly stressed while performing. He was intrigued by the mirrored wall on one side, but that was about the only distraction he had to deal with. I used one station to pet.

He was quiet in his crate for the remainder of the date. He didn't lay down as much on the way home. I think part of that was the sun in the car. He refused a piece of apple while we were driving. So that's good to note that he's too stressed to eat low value food in the car. :))))

GI has been normal so far, except he was demanding food a lot after we got home (he's hangry after stress.) So hopefully THAT will be fine. What this did show me was a level of stress he has in both the crate and the car. He'll eat kibble in the crate happily. No appetite for the chew. No appetite for apple while driving. So I'm not sure he's ready to go back to trials on a regular basis. Little meet ups and classes are probably just what he needs to build back up to trials.

I say that but I really would like to squeeze out his AKC agility titles soon, and by soon, I'm talking January, so we probably need to do some NADAC trials that are 1.5 hrs away to get back into the swing of things and see if that's even worth throwing money at. We'll see what happens.

[nepcnthes]

my intros for my clowns will be divided into present-day / fun facts & a background portion. if you’re not interested in reading the background, you can skip it! trigger warnings will be listed before the background portion.

❀ *◦ young!ville valo. nonbinary man. he/him. demisexual demiromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that sévérine ‘sev’ d'aurevalle? i think that the thirty-five year old from marseille, france works as an on-call translator, but outside of that people describe them as the exoskeleton of a furby when you take off its coat, the inherent nihilism of showering with a beer can and a lit cigarette, sealing a promise with a handshake in one hand and holding a knife behind your back in the other, dreams in neon shades of noir, walking through moving traffic without looking out for cars, inadvertently inviting malevolent entities into your home, nicotine yellowed teeth, firing a weapon into the ceiling to get the rest of the room to shut up, holding a lighter to the smoke detector in the hospital bathroom, cutting an IV drip open with a pocket knife. i hear they are obstreperous & jejune, but they are also known to be polygot & cunning. consider giving them a visit at their home in the winterwood estates and get to know why they’re called the neon noir.

PIN BOARD. / STATS.

PRESENT-DAY:

has never given a single fuck about anything in his entire life or taken anything seriously since the moment he got a clean bill of health again. like everything is hilarious. there are no consequences. the grim reaper could've had him once and missed

franz kafka but if he had a funny hat

he is not likeable lmao. literally unhinged chaotic mess. cares for only his sister and his father. mommy issues. he would sell anyone who he MIGHT consider a friend out for a corn chip. secure attachment styles? how about none at all

ville valo is a subjectively one of the best singers in the world............. he is not. his showerhead gets some really bad covers of the midnight oil

his sister is on the council (yet to be applied by frankie). he is pretty well known around town as "councilwoman sylvaine's annoying little brother" and he is fucking annoying. he sits in on every council meeting under the excuse he's a translator. he spends most of it eating. interrupting. putting his face next to yours

not above white collar crime. don't be fooled by the mall goth aesthetic. this guy loves money. there are dollar signs tattooed on his inner lip

he has a split tongue. DO NOT under any circumstances ask how he did that or say yes when he offers to tell you in detail

survivalist. even if his vices of smoking and drinking would really indicate otherwise. btw he is actually exceptionally intelligent, it's just not that outwardly obvious because he is choosing not to be in most situations that he isn't taking seriously

for the most part, sev takes care of sev and there isn't room for much else so he doesn't really own pets or anything. he's not evil but he's also not the good in the world, u know?

BACKGROUND!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of neglect, cancer ( leukemia )

brought into the world with a silver spoon in his mouth and not a moment of a mother's love, sévérine's father assumed the mindset that money could fix all problems, but it couldn't force his trophy wife to love their two children. once sev was old enough for his menacing antics to become a nuisance and he'd insist upon bothering her instead of the nanny, she'd had enough. she left home and did not look back. it was the last time the kids ever saw her

a lack of a mother aside, sev was delivered everything else on a silver platter that he could possibly want in the world. the d'aurevalles were built on old french money in the french provence, and his father had high hopes that when he would eventually pass away, the thriving business they'd kept for centuries would pass on to the eldest, sev's sister sylvaine

sylvie and sev. an inseparable duo from day one. where children usually fight and bicker, they were instigating trouble together to keep themselves entertained, largely raised by a nanny and schooled privately at prestigious institutions and some of the best tutors. nothing has changed. he's loyal to her to the end

though they rarely saw their father with this life of nepotism, it's not an issue. sévérine loves his father greatly. the man is perhaps one of the few rich people who knows how to love his children as much as he loves money. sev didn't have any issues with being sent further away when their father decided to put the siblings through university in america, with sev following after sylvie

university was a breeze for the youngest d'aurevalle. he considered himself a purebred of the family, as in, he was as intelligent as his father had hoped he would be. as disconcerting as his current presentation may be, he had an interest in being worldly. he double majored in linguistics and world history, rather than business, but he does know the ins and outs of his father's business enough

languages had always come easy for sev, so it was the easiest path he could see. after learning as many as his brain could possibly hold in balance with his schoolwork, he applied to jobs where he would enact as a legal translator for anyone who needed his services. he had plans to move into being a literary translator, at some point, as he honed his craft around

he was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of twenty-seven, which put his career in a standstill when he became too sick from the cancer and the chemotherapy to continue traveling for business. he was bound to his sister's side when she insisted that he should stay with her and focus on his health. it was incredibly frustrating for someone who had spent his whole life as a bundle of energy to suddenly come up with none, on top of all the other horrible effects of these two factors

three long years passed, as well as a grueling amount of uncertainty for a cancer with a lesser chance of remission and long-term survival. but he saw it through, and when the cancer was gone, he got to ring the bell

about two and a half years ago, conspicuous timing of monique jackson's case and ultimate demise resurfacing, sylvaine's new job as a councilwoman brought them to anchorage. sévérine suffered a few blips and anomalies and worries on the radar of his remission, but nothing that ultimately came to alarm

by now, he's back to his normal health, and his white blood cells, too, which means he has resumed his tactic of having virtually no sense of personal space as a youngest child and has chosen not to let the looming concerns bother him. at least, not outwardly

in the time he spent unable to work, he was able to excel further in languages he could already speak. he was able to create a portfolio of clients who seek out his work whenever they need to hire a translator, and he poses as one for the council; most of his work is freelance now and his rates are not that cheap, but he is likely the best in anchorage for how spongy he is

he is pretty amenable and funloving person. you can just never be sure whether to trust him, whether he's fucking with you, and whether you're really friends. he's not actually that nice but just... good at twisting his words in a way that seems he is nice

[nestaismommy]

You’re forgetting that Tamlin also wanted to protect her after he watched her die and literally heard her neck snap. That was the problem, he was toxic and abusive because he was blinded by fear that something was gonna happen to Feyre again. So he locked her up when she wanted to go on a dangerous mission with him.

Tamlin’s face was a grim mask as they approached. “There’s activity on the western sea border. I have to go.” The one closest to Hybern.

“Can I come with you?” I’d never asked it outright, but—

Tamlin paused.

“I’m sorry,” Tamlin said, reaching for me. I stepped out of his grip. “It’s too dangerous.”

Rhysie wasn’t the only one trying to protect her. No he didn’t lock her up like Tamlin, but he did abuse, humilate, and sexually assaulted her in front of a whole ass court (and she was basically half naked). Some of the things he did wasn’t out of necessity. Like kissing her without her consent (which is sexual assault) because he was jealous. He could’ve very much covered for her and Tamlin by using his magic to fix the paint considering he fixed it before, but instead, he forced himself on her as she tried to push him off. Not just this, but having his spies strip her and have her wear something that barely covered her wasn’t necessary either. The dancing wasn’t necessary. His weak ass explanation about how he didn’t want Amarantha to suspect is dumb as fuck considering he doesn’t try to hide his hatred for Amarantha and makes it obvious he thinks Feyre will win.

“One week with me at the Night Court every month in exchange for my healing services after her first task.” He raised my left arm to reveal the tattoo, whose ink didn’t shine as much as the paint on my body. “For the rest of her life,” he added casually, but his eyes were now upon Amarantha.

The Faerie Queen straightened a little bit—even Jurian’s eye seemed fixed on me, on Rhysand. For the rest of my life—he said it as if it were going to be a long, long while.

He thought I was going to beat her tasks.

Saying he didn’t want Amarantha to suspect but saying shit like this is honestly hilarious. He’s basically telling her he thinks she’ll lose lmao. If that wouldn’t make Amarantha suspect, what would? Rhysand could’ve protected Feyre from afar. Like how he told Amarantha’s guards (or whatever they are) to leave Feyre alone. And they did. Like how he sent the music to help her.

Rhysand having a weak ass explanation and Feyre just going with it and pulling a “I’m honored to be your mate” then he fucks her is not them conversing about it in my opinion.

It’s not a competition between which form of abuse is worse, because both are bad. Also, Rhysand didn’t lock her up but he did have a shield around Feyre in ACOSF. And it seemed like she hated it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, Tamlin didn’t sell Feyre’s sisters out. It was Ianthe.

Lucien’s face had slackened. “She sold out—she sold out Feyre’s family. To you.” (He’s talking to the king)

I had told Ianthe everything about my sisters. She had asked. Asked who they were, where they lived. And I had been so stupid, so broken … I had fed her every detail.”

“Sold out?” The king snorted. “Or saved from the shackles of mortal death? Ianthe suggested they were both strong-willed women, like their sister. No doubt they’ll survive. And prove to our queens it can be done. If one has the strength.”

Tamlin actually tried to stop it

Nesta began thrashing against the men that held her.

Tamlin said, “Stop.”

The king did no such thing.

Lucien, beside Tamlin, again put a hand on his sword. “Stop this.”

Tamlin spat at the king, “This is not part of our deal. Stop this now.”

“I don’t care,” the king said simply.

Tamlin launched himself at the throne, as if he’d rip him to shreds.

That white-hot magic slammed into him, shoving him to the ground. Leashing him.

Tamlin strained against the collar of light on his neck, around his wrists.

So that’s that.

Tamlin didn’t notice Feyre fading away because he himself was going through shit too. I wouldn’t have noticed either and even if I did, I’d be too busy trying to fight my own damn battles after I was cursed for years, and after I had a psycho ass woman lusting after me ever since I was a child. And ofc him being a high lord and having many responsibilities makes it even worse. Let’s not forget that Feyre didn’t notice how Tamlin was suffering too. Both of them were traumatized and it couldn’t work.

Also, Tamlin didn’t just realize his awful mistakes by the end. He always felt guilty for everything he did. We saw that a lot in ACOMAF. The problem is that he’d lose control and he was very much going insane. I’m glad Feyre left

Overall, both Rhysand and Tamlin are equally abusive to be honest. Them just wanting to protect her doesn’t change that.

Hopefully I didn’t miss anything- and argument aside, I hope you don’t think this is an attack lol

Y’all so goofy being Rhysand stans then hating on Tamlin for being abusive as if Rhysie isn’t abusive too

[bangtangalicious]

fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch.  “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your  mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

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