#i genuinly have no idea when this was

[stumpanator]

pete wentz after being called a stupid stupid slut

[dykedvonte]

why do you hate Joshua Graham or Honest Hearts so much?

This DLC and character represents a bigger issue with fandom spaces I have but particularly fallout fandom in general.

Fallout tends to tackle a lot of topics controversial and not. The first two games it’s heavy cause they are the most satirical and direct with how anti-war, nationalism and etc… they are. 3 loses this as it’s very clear once you play or learn about all the games that Todd and a bunch of guys at Bethesda just liked the 50s post apocalyptic aesthetic and refuse to actually critique the ideals of the time period like the earlier titles.

New Vegas is the game that really gets back into it a degree it almost seems like it’s taking too much on. There are things done exceedingly well while other things are done horribly wrong . I’ve made posts about it before and plan to make a big series of posts (it’s a lot of writing) but my biggest gripe is with Honest Hearts and all the gross and white savior esque depictions it has of indigenous peoples. The entirety if FNV does not do the injustices faced by indigenous people correctly on any count. My two biggest complaints are with the Khans and the tribes in Zion but I’ll talk about the former on a different post.

Both characters of Daniel and Joshua are the most accurate depiction of white saviors I’ve seen and I hate how the DLC tries to justify and defend them. The DLC treats Joshua like this man who has repented for his past actions when he is just retracing his steps after his cruelty bit him in the ass. He was one of the worst parts of the Legion and it is all but explicitly stated that if you don’t force him to be non-violent he will turn the tribes of Zion into the legion 2.0. The Dead Horses and the Sorrows are horribly infantilized by both Daniel and Joshua who both use them for self serving purposes guised by religious duty. The White Legs are the horrible stereotype of violent and savage indigenous and I personally think a lot of their interlinking with Ulysses, his hair and Ulysses character in general are distasteful and very telling of how BIPOC or POC where involved.

But outside of the game it’s the weird obsession people have with these characters ideologies and trying to make them seem more interesting/philosophical than they are. Tumblr is an echo chamber and many fans of Fallout are not the people on this site. Many people are not educated in the issues these characters convey and how poorly they do or used these characters as a poor introduction for their takes. Contrary to what a lot of people believe in, fallout has a prediomeny white cis male fanbase. More importantly a large portion of the fanbase is white.

You can joke how FNV made you trans or see the numbers on post/fics or diverse headcanons but these are kiddy numbers compared to the millions that consume the franchise and aren’t in those more aware spaces or don’t engage in the spaces the same way someone like me does/has to. Their views shape a lot more than people realize and it’s exhausting to be in a space where people don’t correct the more subtle yet toxic aspects of it but also adopt them into some weird quirky view point on the characters or issues. Some people don’t realize and some people don’t care.

My main issue is just the idolizing of these sort of thing in this fandom space and people try to acts like a game like fallout whose tagline is “War never changes” and has never had a game not revolve around political or militaristic factions issues isn’t that deep or doesn’t relate to real issues. I think it’s mainly caused by how over powered you can become and how you can strong arm your way past these learning moments as majority of people who play this game do play it as a power fantasy where they can do so as they please (which of course, go ahead it’s fun) but never take in parallels or lessons in the story as if it was just another first person shooter.

Also like another personal gripe is Cazadores spawn like hell whenever I’m there and I have not found a mod that works to mod them out so I have to play Indigenous Racism the DLC while getting jumped by giant wasps WHILE helping Mormons. Like I cannot catch a break.

[bakafurai]

yeah that's fine I didn't need my heart anyways

[angel-baby479]

Okay for real, how do you keep managing to spit out art?- Like, I get drained after a sketch-

uhhhhhhhhhh.....ummmm it's like-

i go unconcious and✨️🐢Turtle🐢✨️ and then there is art ??

this basically sorry idk man

[playingonedchess]

what the fuck why on earth did i come up with that

[crow-aka-gayass]

@i-am-a-snom I would like to share some art I made for some stickers ages ago when I got my wifi taken and was working off of the art on my cards, I never did anymore work on it because I do not wish to mess with perfection

[bluetimeombre]

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Sometimes, even the big bad wolf needs his calm, in his case, it's you.

[finally I got the request out for introverted reader. I to love this idea, I do genuinly believe Logan would just love someone he could relax with after all the pain he's been through- like him and Kayla in Wolverine which we don't talk about enough. I hope you enjoy, I tried to get it out quicker but i'm working on other little thing for Hugh and Logan, so keep your eyes out. No warnings for this, accept fluff and a little angst cause i'm a sucker for it.]

Logan couldn't pin point the moment he noticed you but once he had, there was no going back.

Everything- everyone- in the mansion was hard to handle. All 100% all the time. Storm, the Professor, even Jean grated him enough of the times. With their insistence he join the team, with the nagging, the missions, the danger rooms, the blah blah blah.

So when he was out for a run, blowing the steam Scott had given him that morning, and he spotted you surrounded by students, huddled by a tree, he paused. He very almost ran into a kid as he did, squinting at you as you practically glowed in the sun.

Was that your mutation? To glow? To capture his attention?

You were showing the kids something, and they all listened, enamoured. As he would be, with your smile, your ... calm.

You caught him staring and faltered. He only crossed his arms over his chest and watched as you tried to continue teaching. Eventually, you set the class on some task and Logan slowly made his way to you.

"Hello Logan," you greeted.

He didn't know why it surprised him you knew his name, you must have been here longer than he had for you to teach. He watched you as you watched the children, noticing how you pulled at the sleeves of your jumper down over your hands. "What are they doin'?" he asked, gesturing to the kids.

"Just learning about life," you mumbled. That was your mutation, a connection the nature, to the trees and the very life that hummed under you.

So very different to him, who took life with the swipe of his claws.

"I'll er, see you," you added before walking away from him.

Logan couldn't shake you for the rest of the day. He walked by your class room later, saying hello to you. He never had before. That night, he found he couldn't sleep and he walked by your bedroom which just so happened to be on his way. The door was open ajar and you were no where to be seen.

You were down in the kitchen, sitting in an armchair by the window with a book in your lap and a steaming how cup of coffee next to you. He approached quietly, watching from the doorway as you were bathed in moonlight.

Eventually, as you went to grab your hot coffee, you spotted him. "Logan?" you spilled a bit over your hand, seething and putting it down. "Sorry, I- I didn't see you there."

He smirked. "Kinda the idea."

He ducked under a counter and pulled out a beer from his secret stash. He took some kitchen roll as he did before walking over to you, gesturing down to the empty chair across from you.

You nodded and he sat, taking the cap of the beer with his teeth and spitting it on the floor. "We don't have beer here," you said.

Logan raised a brow. "No? huh," he took a swig, watching you. "Here." he put his beer next to your coffee and takes your hand, wiping away the coffee.

"I'm ok," you mumble, though letting him dab it away.

"Just making sure, bub," he said, glancing up at you. You'd closed the book but kept a finger where he'd interrupted. "What are you reading?"

You seemed shocked that he asked as you have to think for a moment. "Oh just um, a book."

"A book, huh?" he hummed.

"A book," you repeated.

"What's it about?" he asked, leaning back and taking his beer again.

You shake your head, curling into yourself. "It's just about... art history. Read it?"

He smirked. "I don't read."

You nod, pursing your lips and adjusting the book in your lap. Your head, turned down.

He watched your for a second. He saw your eyes turn around the page but you didn't seem to be taking it in. He sipped his beer and tried to think of another way to start a conversation with you. Not that the silence wasn't welcome, it was after all the noise of the day, but he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to know your voice even when he knew nothing else. "Wanna know how I snuck beer in this place?"

You glanced up at him, closing your book again. "Do I want to know?"

"Well, it's a neat little trick," he said, spinning the bottle around.

"And if Charles's comes snooping?" you ask.

He shrugs. "Then there's plenty of kids for me to blame it on," he said. "C'mon, you telling me you're not a rule breaker?"

You laugh at the very idea. "No. No, i'm not."

"Why not? Afraid you might get a taste for it?" he teased.

You blushed and he found delight in that.

Most nights, that how it went. In the day he was dealing with everyone's bullshit and at night he'd find you in your chair, reading or what you called crocheting. You even tried to teach him once but in a fit of anger that he couldn't get it, his claws slashed out and tore it.

Logan apologised but to his delight you laughed only.

In the day he always sort you out, or watched from afar as you taught, or sat in the sun. You never participated in danger room sessions. But you were no less a friend to Ororo or Jean, sometimes he'd catch you outside with Scott, talking and laughing and he found he'd never wanted to rip Summer's head from him more.

"I didn't know you and Summer's were... close," he said one night the two of you were in the kitchen. You were hunched over paper, drawing whatever you could see in the dark garden while he fixed himself up a sandwich.

"We've worked together for years," you said, "we were in the same classes together too."

"And you don't find him a pain in the ass?" he asked.

You chuckled. "Not as much as you, Logan, I expect."

Logan hummed a laugh and came over to you, offering you half the sandwich.

You peered at him and he insisted. “I’m not hungry.”

“You barley ate anything at lunch, c’mon, it’s my speciality.”

In the night, the two of you ate in silence, simply enjoying each others company.

Logan was simply fine admiring you for half the night. "Why don't you talk much?"

You glance is way, pulling your sweater back down. "I just don't have much to say."

"C'mon, i'm sure you do," he said. "Seems like everyone always has something to say round here.”

“I don’t have anything useful to contribute,” you shrug, taking a bite of what he made for you.

Something like pride filled him. He didn’t know that doing the plain old domestic stuff could mean so much to him, because when it was only him, he never cared, but you, god, there was no limit to what he felt for you. “That’s not true,” he said, leaning over closer to you. “Wanna hear every thought that pops into that pretty little head.”

You glance his way, blushing. You swallow your food and wipe away the crumbs. “And why is that, Logan?”

He frowned at the question. “Because it’s you. I-I like you, bub. Better than anyone else in this place,” he said. This place wasn’t descriptive enough for him. “I like you most in the whole world.”

After that little confession that had you stunned, Logan was all over you. Most the days when he has nothing to do he followed you around like a puppy, even chose to help out in classes just to be close to you.

It was worth every second, just to hear your voice and see you get passionate.

Slowly, you started to note this and finally opened up to him more. You’d talk about the books you were reading or invite him to your favourite spots in the garden. You’d even tried to crochet for him.

It was peace, and in his life time of war, Logan never thought he’d deserve it.

But peace never lasted long for him.

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The mission was supposed to be a quick and done deal: investigate the factory and rescue any mutants stuck, but he hadn’t accounted for the mutant who poisoned his mind.

He was in the pale corridors of the facility before his mind took him to the mansion. It was wrecked, holes in walls and windows shattered. There was blood splattered like a painting. Slowly, he wondered the corridors, every step a tremble.

There were children, lying in blood, as well as Storm, Jean, Scott, but then, there was you.

Logan screamed. Logan yelled, he fell to his knees and crawled the rest of the way there. To you. His skin was was soaking in your blood, his hands clawing to get to you, to bring in your body to his. He cried out, nuzzilng his face in your neck.

It didn't feel like a dream, it felt painfully real. It wasn't until there was a searing pain in the back of his head that his eyesight blurred and the blood was gone, so were you.

"It wasn't real, Logan," said Scott, pulling him up. "It was just a dream. It wasn't real."

Logan couldn't register who was pulling him up, or who was talking to him. As his vision cleared, he looked for you and all he knew was that he couldn't find you. "Y-Y/N?"

"She's at home, Logan, c'mon." Scott managed to assort the rest of the team and get them to the jet before flying at a never before seen speed to get back to the mansion.

Logan's knee jittered as he remembered your voice. As he remembered your smile and the way you blushed whenever he looked at you long enough. The soft brush of your touch and the scent your hair carried in the wind. He tried to remember it all, as if when he returns, you won't be there.

Before the jet had even landed, as the sun rose over the school, Logan was jumping out and stalking into the place. He tried not to run, not to give into the urgency.

He went to your bedroom first, but you weren't there. Your sheets were tossed aside and it was empty. So was your classroom.

The sweat started rolling down as he looked around. It was so early, nobody else was up but he was sure with his heavy steps and ragged breaths, he was waking everyone up.

"Y/N? no, no, no," he mumbled. He eventually made it out, taking deep gulps of air and searching the grounds.

You stood with your back to him, a blanket wrapped around you and bathing in the soft light.

"Y/N?"

By the time you'd turned around, Logan was already catapulting into you, sweeping you from your feet and bringing you into his chest. His hand tangled in your hair, breathing you in.

"Logan?" you mumbled, arms awkwardly coming around him. "Everything alright?"

His head shook. "I thought... I thought you-" he found the strength to pull away from you, taking in every detail like he'd never see you again. "I missed you, bub."

There was accusation in your eyes but you didn't voice them. Instead, your knuckles brushed his cheek, smoothing away the lines of stress.

That night, with his head in your lap, you read to him. And Logan knew, nothing would ever happen to you.

He would make sure of it.

taglist (thank you! let me know if you want to be added for more hugh and logan or removed): @oatmilkriver, @angstdaddy, @chronicallybubbly, @white-wolf-buckaroo, @th3mrskory

[peachy-wolfhard]

i just came across your account and i saw you write for my favorite jjk characters 🤭🤭 can i request a fic with yuta, megumi, and toge with a reader that comes to their dorm injured after a mission? Like what would their reaction be? I dont mean a full fic but idk what ppl call them i think its called drabbles? CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG 😭😭 anyway ty!! ❤️

hurt

Im so sorry this took so long!i hope u enjoy!!! :3

Warnings: kinda angsty in megumi and inumaki’s, blood, varying levels of injury, nauseua mention in toge’s

Word count: 455 in total

my too much gene kicks in when writing omfg

Yuta

You had taken a nasty blow directly to the back. Nothing too serious, no marks or anything, but the wind was taken out of you and your back was sore. Shambling back into the school, the only thing on your mind was Yuta. He hears you before he sees you. The horrible wheezing and sniffling alarmed him, making him scramble to peak out his door, whining at the sight. He knew you had a mission and that you would be alone but he didnt worry (he did, he stayed up all night and didnt eat) he knew you were beyond capable to handle a grade 2 curse. Yuta slowly cracks his door open, his eyes like saucers at the since of your limping self.

“Baby! Oh my god are you okay?! Comeinilltakecareofyou!” Yuta says, carrying you into his dorm.

Megumi

Ow. You had no idea how long you had been laying in the infirmary, the last memory you had was the curse heading directly for you after taking a slash to the chest. Ijichi had received your call and when getting no response, he rushed to you (while panic calling Gojo, who mocked his whining). While coming to, you see a distant blurry figure sitting on a chair next to your bed. 

“You were being so stupid,” the figure says. Upon hearing his voice you realize who it is. Before you can reply, he’s out the door, presumably back to his dorm. After Shoko deems you alright, you begin to make the trek to Megumi’s dorm. No one had seen him since he left you side hours ago. Knocking on his door you get a text.

U can come in. ill order some food. Im srry i left, i genuinly thought i was going to lose u. Pls let me make it up? 

Toge

Your head was pounding. Pounding hard enough to make you nauseous. Your whole body was pounding. Clutching your ribs you stumble to your boyfriend’s dorm. Your uniform is soaked and youre surely leaving a trail you’ll have to clean tomorrow. Weakly knocking, resting your head where the door meets the frame. Toge cracks the door open, sleep evident on his face. Realizing what hes looking at, he ushers you inside. Peeling off your uniform, Toge throws it in the bathroom, tears running down his face. After stopping the bleeding, Toge offers you an oversized shirt. Crawling into bed, he lays you on his chest, sniffling. Before you drift off, he taps your shoulder to show a message.

pls be more careful. ik ur capable and things can go wrong sometimes but pls be safe. i cant BEAR to not have u with me. i love u and i want u to come home every night.

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x Dc or just Dp things I (personally) want to see more of.

Just some stuff I've seen and really liked but never see enough of.

Danny is very casually a genius and/or skilled (engineering, gymnastics, really any skill you pick):

There isn't enough of it tbh. I dont think people realise just how smart and skilled he is. Being a ghost probably made him very flexible and gave him extra abilities the average human may not have. Also he comes from a family of scientists, yeah maybe up against them he doesn't seem smart, but being "smart" comes in different forms. More often than not the ability to be smart comes from your ability to pick up on things, retain information, understand information, and use that information accordingly. Danny does that, especially with his villains. He even finds outside the box ways to defeat his villains. Like tricking Freakshow into becoming a ghost.

I just think its under utilized. A lot of Teen heros are geniuses but no one ecknowledges it. Hell, you can make it that Danny doesn't even realise just how smart he is. He doubts it and often thinks he's one of the dumber people in the room. But when sleep deprived and running on a cup of coffee he can solve a problem he hasn't even seen before the konk out for an hour.

Danny has BEEF with the JL or isn't outright a fan:

In a lot of fics the JL (especially Batman) are huge hypocrites. Like they'll barge into Amity trying to solve problems that don't even effect them, screw things up more, then offer Danny more training. Hello????? You guys being there caused the problem???? Then, in other things Batman preaches about territory and Danny will get threatened or treated with suspicion for even stepping foot NEAR Gothem, but then barges into his territory like its his buisness.

Let Danny call them out. Let him point out that everything has been fine untill they showed up. Let him get MAD. This is HIS territory, HIS haunt, HIS people. These guys have done nothing for him! Why should he accept their help when their help only makes things worse? In fics where they help him because he needed it and ended up in Gotham let him be suspicious and careful. He doesn't need to be vivasected or hurt to be warry of the crime fighting furries he just met.

Mans has the experience to know you can't trust anyone untill they prove you can.

Danny should be casually overpowered and spooky:

This isn't even he has to be experienced. He is so used to his powers he doesn't realise how scary it is. He will casually stop a punch from superman, laugh, quipe, then punch back.

He accidentally breaks stuff, walks through things, glows, its so normal for him. He apologizes and does it again because he forgot. He genuinly has no idea how strong he is, he just knows he needs to be soft on humans.

Danny and Phantom are very different personalities:

I'm not saying they're two different people. They have the same mind same person. But the way they act is so different. Danny is grumpy, quiet, whimpy. Danny is a loser, and everyone knows it. Phantom, on the other hand, is confident, he jokes, smiles, makes a game out of his struggles, he's strong. Phantom is just a good guy. Everyone (minus others) loves him!

This happens because Danny is more comfortable as Phantom or Vise Versa. Sertant trates carry over, they're nerds, they're smart, they enjoy a good pun, they're sassy. But because Danny is a loser everyone sees it as lame, but with Phantom its endearing.

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None of this means you need to get rid of silly nerdy Danny. You can have that but all these other things ad depth to his character. Hes smart but not confident, he's kind but not naive, he's powerful but not violent, and he finds comfort in the fact no one knows him.

Idk. I'm not a big fanfic writer so i thought i would just share and see what others do with it.

[muffinsin]

GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!! idea time 😈

the dimitrescus (seperately) with a s/o that acts so much like a vampire, that the dimitrescus were suprised to learn they werent?

Like, reader has irregularly sharp teeth, claw-like nails, oddly pale skin, and literal bloodlust (they genuinly enjoy to drink blood, -- you can cut that part out if it makes u uncomftorable, obviously 💗💗)

Reader, their s/o, also avoids going outside like the plague, -- they hate the cold, always loom around and cause chaos (their energy vaguely resembles Danielas..), and wear dark, covering clothes (that also, somewhat resemble the dimitrescu sisters' cloaks) that you would expect to see in an old, monster-romance cliche.

Their s/o even has a tattoo! Its .. not on their forehead, but, its the same! Its a flower! They must be a vampire too! Wait, whaddya mean you're mortal? ..

.....

what?

IM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR THESE LOVELY LADIES GRAHHHH SOMEBODY LITERALLY SEDATE ME 😨😨😨😨😨

And now i leave, just like my father -- aha. Please laugh.

-🐾🍪🏕

Traveling girlscout anon ;3

Awhhh, this is a cute one!! We love ourselves these vampiric tendencies! :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

Until recently, Bela was convinced you’re a vampire. Or similar to her mother, at the very least

Sure, upon finding you and seeing your (at first glance-) humane nature, she did think of you as a human

But, within hours already, this changed

Early on she convinced herself you were like Alcina, not made of flies, but vampiric at the very least

After all, all about you screams just that

The first Bela noticed, ever, early on into your relationship, was your appearance

Hidden underneath your gloves are sharp claw-like nails

Much like her own, really, and nearly as sharp

She actually screamed in surprise and mild pain the first time you clawed at her back

She likes restraining you when things get wild, now, for the sake of her porcelain-like skin

Not only your nails look strangely inhuman, though

Next are your teeth, sharp and almost filed, again much like her own

Upon feeling them under her tongue, and later on inspecting them properly, Bela became aware of their fang-like nature

Really, she loves this

While she would never admit it, Bela loves to feel your fangs sink into her skin, to feel you break skin, to feel the pain she so rarely experiences due to her nature

And then, to her biggest surprise, there’s the tatttoo

Almost like her own! A rose, one typical for house Dimitrescu like hers, though lacking the other symbols of the house

Placed just below your neck, she saw it first when she offered you a massage

She likes to trace it whenever the two of you cuddle now, giggling whenever you lean up and kiss hers in return

What became obvious next, was your not so human appetite and favorite dishes

Mainly because while she made sure you had bread and such available, you showed no interest in that, and have barely indulged in that in the time she’s known you

In fact, to this day, you share her meals and snacks, blood

When she sits drinking the infamous blood-wine, you often sit down on her lap and take some sips from the fancy glass

At times you prefer it directly from the source

As such, Bela is moaning and gasping beneath you or trapped against a wall, her pale face flushed pink as you first bite down and tear her neck open, then suck at the wound eagerly

To this day, it’s something she grants you and something that gets her flustered like very little else

Your eyes are dark, your appearance even more so

Like her, you prefer dark clothing, something that only feeds into her suspicion of your vampiric nature

You loom about in the shadows, are hardly ever seen outside

In fact, she finds you only join her hunts at night

The sun she enjoys on her pale skin, warming and tickling lightly, seems to almost disgust you

You’re never seen in it, always stay in when you can

Your paleness almost matches hers

Sometimes, she attempts to get you outside

When she holds your hand and gently guides you, giggles as your face scrunches up in disgust

At times, you humor her, walk outside and stay in the shade, watch as she sunbathes

You don’t quite understand why, only growl to yourself at times as you watch her

At least, it’s an opportunity for you to watch her

Still, she giggles when your growls turn to whines after fifteen minutes or so, pleading to go back inside

At other times, you watch her from the window in her room, playing with the few daggers you’re allowed to store there

Then, suddenly, one day the truth comes out

It’s winter, the cool air trapping your girlfriend within the castle

Still, as she nibs at your neck and draws circles along your skin lazily, you feel her become restless

Working for her mother and being busy so often, winter is less harsh on Bela than her sisters

Still, she has cravings, as you come to learn early on in the relationship

And so she’s curled in your shared bed, whining quietly to herself (not that she would ever admit that) as you kiss her forehead

You promise, you’ll head to the woods to get her a snack, freshly caught, the way she likes it

Only is it during the day…and while the air is bitingly cold, the sun is standing high

Immediately, she worries and tries to stop you

Upon hearing her reasoning, you can’t help but giggle, which only prompts an adorably confused frown

You’re not incredibly surprised to hear her think of you as a vampire, but assure her nonetheless: you’re human

As such, she allows you to go, talking only of things to bring with you to keep you safe

And as you hunt for her, you endure the sun, frowning in annoyance at it occasionally

You truly hate the sun, and the annoyingly cold breeze makes it an even worse experience

But, you would do anything for her

And upon returning, you smile as she feasts on your catch eagerly, exploring your body anew after her discovery

You let her, leaving a light smile on your lips

Cassandra

Having met you officially as her mother’s advisor and informant from the village, and noticing your overall appearance, Cassandra has never thought of you as anything but a vampire

In all the time she has and does see you, you’re covered in black, gothic-like clothing, not at all unlike her own

You look regal, but dangerous, mysterious and dark

You look like you perfectly fit into the castle and the family, even before Cassandra has made you hers

Never has she seen you in colorful clothing, except maybe the few times you wore an almost victorian dress for one of Mother’s infamous hosted balls and festivals

A deep shade of red, victorian and gothic in style, further adding to her belief of your vampire status

Her believes haven’t changed to this day, even

When she hunts, you join her at night

And while not as fast or strong as her, you have little difficulty keeping up. Often you even slay beasts with her

The two of you like to stay until the morning approaches, kissing and hunting, relishing in one another’s bodies and words until it’s time to head back to the castle before the sun sets

She never questioned why you don’t like the sun. After all, all vampires don’t like it, can’t stand it even

You like to join her in the basement, often cleaning and polishing her weapons and tools of torture

She never thought of it as strange, never thought an immortal being like herself or her family would be bothered by the blood and screams

Your teeth are similar to her own, sharp and predatory, fang-like and glistening when the shine of the moon hits them

And while they’re not as strong or sharp as Cassandra’s, they are still unnatural looking

Of course, she’s very keen on them, as you realize early on

She loves to inspect your teeth and run her tongue along their sharp tips, crackling in delight whenever she isn’t careful and cuts herself on them

Secretly, she allows you to bite her when you play rough

At those times she relishes in your presence and vampiric-like biology, allowing you to take what you want from her, rather than the other way around

It’s rare times, but it’s still one of your favorite moments, when she allows you to hold her down and straddle her, your sharp teeth digging into her surprisingly sensitive neck

At those times it’s often that your sharp, claw-like nails come into play, as well as her own if you neglect to use protection

Always, you tie her arms and wrists up when it’s your turn to take from her

Your girlfriend simply loves scratching too much, so much so you’re sure you couldn’t live through it

You are after all, though oblivious to her, mortal

As such she’s usually tied when you take, and relishes in the deep scratches you give her along her backside when she takes from you

Sometimes, after, she allows you her blood as a reward

It’s divine, and if you could (and if she let you) you could easily live off only that

Alas, you often share in a maid with her, held between the two of you, her cries muffled as both of you share one side of her neck to drink from

While usually discarded after, they always make for a fun snack

Should one be unlucky enough to live through it, it’s clear she’s Cassandra’s plaything now, awaiting the woman’s attention in the basement

And lastly, another detail she loves about you, is the tattoo placed on your chest

A rose, similar to the one she sports, only missing the Dimitrescu sigil and the ring surrounding it

Sometimes, when feeling particularly soft and cuddling up together, Cassandra likes to draw along the tattoo, adding bits here and there

Until, at the end, it looks nearly identical to her own

You smile whenever you see it

The day she finds out about your mortality is one like any other, really

She’s out hunting with you, the late night hours when the sun is down and the air has adapted a nice, cozy temperature

You’re at it for hours, hunting successfully, not worried about the time in the slightest

It wouldn’t be the first time the two of you stay out all night

And as the spirits rise and the hunt slows, the two of you take advantage of the quiet forest that seems to belong to only the two of you, now

With your hands tangled in her hair and your teeth teasing her neck, you completely forget about restraining her hands

As such, when you bite down, her claw-like nails come down on you, slicing and tearing lines down your back

Immediately, you tear yourself away, screaming in pain even as pleasure runs through you and your fang-like teeth and lips tingle with the desire to feast on her again

As you sink to your knees, she’s immediately by your side

She doesn’t understand, not until she notices your trembling body and the deep slashes at your back

She never considered that, unlike her, you don’t heal as fast

Immediately, you feel her tear your blouse from you, straps of your and her clothing used to help bandage your wounds

You don’t notice how tense your body is, until she cups your face

Her face holds a mix of surprise, worry and anger

“You stupid mortal!”, she cusses, and you can’t help but grin stupidly at her

You doubt you’ll get her to trim her nails even a little, but are still somewhat thrilled to have felt them on you

She supports you as you make your way back to the castle, rambling on angrily about how you didn’t tell her you were human, as though it wasn’t obvious by your blood alone

For the next few days you enjoy the mixture of her pampering and scolding you

She feeds you her blood, somewhat feeding into the strange nature of your biology, a human fed a mutant’s blood

You keep ropes and such in mind after this, and allow her to worry about you a little more than before

At least, she doesn’t treat you as she does other mortals, still valuing your skills and abilities rather than treating you like you were made of glass

Daniela

When she first encounters you, she immediately thinks; this is it

You are it

Her true love!

Her one and only! The reason all the others were mere disappointments! The sole reason she hasn’t found happiness yet!

Because of course, her true love would be like her!

You’re even matching her tattoo, somewhat, wearing the rose tattoo on your wrist

Your heart at your sleeve, so to say, she thinks when she first sees it

Of course, it must be a sign

A sign you’re her soulmate!

Often, she traces your tattoo

When you do the same to her, she practically melts against you, a blushing mess of buzzing flies that could easily be mistaken for purring at your touch

You’re taller than the average villager, more so similar to her own height, too

She never once thinks you might be human, and you never once suspect she might have doubts about your mortality, and thus never set her straight

She supports you fully, buying you all the clothing you like, all dark and gothic themed, much like the one of her family

You’re a Dimitrescu by heart, she’s sure

Sometimes, she likes to take your clothing, hunting in a new pair of dark pants and a tucked in, black blouse of yours

At other times, she allows you to take inspiration from her clothing

With both of you detesting the cold, there’s nothing you like more than to curl up someplace with her

Daniela’s not made to keep others warm, being barely able to keep herself warm, after all

You, despite your appearance and vampire-like aesthetic, are entirely different as it comes to that, so that on cold days it’s often you warming her up while the two of you scowl at the temperature

Maybe, your warm body and blood should have been a hint to her, a hint proving your mortality

Often, she feeds from you, especially on the cold days

Your warm blood dripping down her throat and settling in her cool body works wonders, so much so her face is flushed fast and she heats up within minutes

Daniela loves the feeling of your teeth against her skin, the sharp fangs digging in and biting down at one of her most sensitive spots

Often, it gets her excited. You’re always eager

Another way for you to warm her up, after all

In turn, she eagerly allows you a taste of her whenever you want

Unlike you- another hint, probably- she doesn’t have to wait days for the wound to close again, after all, so you can occasionally feed off her multiple times a day

On sunnier days, Daniela tries hard to have you come outside with her

As she hates the cold, she loves the sun!

Next to you, she almost looks as if she is the mortal one, even

You, dressed in dark clothing and scowling a little whenever the sun hits your eyes, her, grinning from ear to ear in a light, fluttery dress, the only indication of her vampiric nature being the bloody splats along her chin and cheeks

Sometimes, she asks for picnics, reading together in the castle gardens, cuddling and sleeping in the sun, sharing little treats here and there that you’re sure she sneaked from the kitchens

She can’t tan, but likes the thought of it nonetheless, so you often read to her while she’s spread out in the sun like a lazy cat enjoying the warmth along its fur

Often, she ends up dozing off, awakening in your arms or in her bed once you’ve decided you had enough of the outside and carried her back to your shared room

At other days, she takes you hunting with her, the both of you running and stalking, laughing whenever a human gets lost among the tall trees

Sometimes, the two of you share the blood of your prey right then

At other times, you drag it home to the castle and you prepare the meat for the both of you

She always figured you do this as a preference, oblivious to the fact you really should not be eating raw meat

And on some other days, the two of you like to race at the castle, causing chaos where you can

You like playing a game of scaring the staff, seeing whose presence is more unsettling, counting how many poor maidens can be stalked until they grow aware of your presence

Only does she grow aware of your mortality when your chaotic games eventually cause a window to break

Immediately, you shield her body with hers when screams are torn from her

Teary eyes look up at you full of sorrow, as though she expects you to die shielding her

But, no such thing happens

Your skin doesn’t crystallize, doesn’t even bruise

You merely shiver as you hold her and wrap your vest around her tightly

“I’ve got you”, you whisper, and while you sound worried, there is no pain in your voice

She doesn’t understand…

As you return to your room, it’s her that checks you for injuries first, despite how you try to fuss over her

She can’t understand..not even a scrape?

You grow more and more confused with her

Why is she so surprised?

Upon voicing her confusion, you can’t help but laugh a little

As you cup her face in your hands, her cold, but soft cheeks pressed against your warm hands, she looks at you with an endearing expression

You explain you’re mortal, something you never quite thought you’d have to do

And yet, the more you speak the more she connects the pieces of what could have been hints from long ago

She feels a little silly, but is quickly overwhelmed by the happiness and excitement upon remembering you saved her

Her knight in dark, shining armor, truly

[berryz-writes]

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Summary: Lucien and you are finally living the dream. A new house and the love of your life with you, what else could you ask for?

note: First time writing for Lucien!! Aka @thelov3lybookworm husband ;) its also a teeny tiny fic/not as long because i genuinly dk whats going on with my life rn but i hope yall enjoy it <33

@lucienweekofficial(day 4)

The smell of paint wasn’t always my favourite. It had this weird tinge that I couldn’t get rid of no matter how many different scented candles I lit around the house. It felt as though the paint had crawled its way into my bed..... or maybe it was because my mate who had been painting the house was sleeping next to me.

One night he had been so tired Lucien simply rolled into bed, paint covered trousers still on and hugged me to his chest, ruining my nighties in the process. According to him my nighties now had a “splash of personality”. 

Safe to say they were in the bin and he had brought me three new pairs.

Tiptoeing into the living room I watched Lucien using a roller up and down the wall, the cream colour covering the once grey and dusty expanse. His back muscles were prominent, making me forget why I was even here as I simply watched him work.

He looked like he was enjoying the silence way too much, an idea to disturb him popping up immediately. Sneaking up on him from behind and dipping my finger in the paint can I painted a heart onto his muscled shoulder, the warmth of his skin making my fingers tingle.

I knew the second he felt my presence he could have turned around and stopped me but instead he let me finish my heart. The little things he did that made it feel like my heart was going to burst from the amount of love I had for him.

As I stepped back, admiring my work, Lucien's voice broke the comfortable silence. "Is this your new way of greeting me?" he murmured, the corners of his mouth lifting in that lopsided smile I knew so well. His eyes, golden flecks catching the light, held a glimmer of amusement, daring me to answer.

Instead, I dipped a finger back in the paint and touched it to his chest, leaving another little heart right above where his own beat steadily. He chuckled, and in one quick movement, his fingers found the paint can, swiping a cool, creamy streak along my nose before I could dodge.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?" I grinned, grabbing a small brush from the tray nearby. The next few moments blurred into laughter and paint splatters, our voices filling the quiet room, as we playfully dodged each other's attacks.

Slowly the fighting came to a stop, of course after I got the last hit.

Before I could tell what was happening Lucien turned his face away, body angled away as his hand shot up to cover his eyes. My heart dropped in an instant, my smile faltering as I reached out instinctively. "Lucien? Are you alright?" I whispered, my voice laced with worry.

The playful tension melted into concern as I reached out, trying to pull his hand away. "Did the paint get in your eyes?"

He didn’t respond right away, his shoulders shaking slightly as he kept his face turned from me, his hand shielding his eyes. Panic rose within me, my heart pounding faster with each passing second.

“I’m sorry my love, here let me clean it. Don’t rub it, It’ll hurt even…” My words cut off as I gently turned his face to look at me and instead of paint on his face, there were tears running down his face. Heart breaking in two I cupped his face “What’s wrong?” whispering the words I brushed a thumb across his warm freckled cheek. 

His hands came to rest on my hips as he looked down at me with a small smile on his lips as the tears still came down. 

“Nothing”

“So why are you crying then?” Wiping away his tears I was confused as ever. Lucien wasn’t usually one to cry but when he did it broke my heart too.

“Because…” He took a deep breath as if trying to reign in his emotions and explain to me “Because everythings perfect. This- it’s all I've ever wanted. The love of my life with me, a place I can call home”

As Lucien took a breath, his voice barely a whisper, I felt an ache in my chest. His hands tightened on my hips, grounding himself in the moment, as if to reassure himself that this was all real—that I was here, that I was his, and that the life we were building together was more than just a fleeting dream.

"You've put so much into this place," I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his messy paint specked hair, still mussed from hours of painting and effort. "Every bit of it feels like you."

His lips tilted up at the ends as he looked down at me, his thumb gently tracing a small circle on my hip. "I wanted it to feel… right. Somewhere we can make memories."

I felt the weight of his words, each syllable filling the room with a profound vulnerability. He wasn’t just talking about paint and walls. This was a dream made tangible—a life he’d fought so hard to build. I remembered nights spent in my old apartment, fantasizing about places just like this.

"We will Lucien. I wouldn't want this with anyone else"

He looked down at me, his gaze warm and searching. His voice was a whisper as he admitted, "I never thought I’d fall in love again after...." It took him a moment as if pushing away the tide of emotions he was feeling "-after everything.... you are the light of my life, did you know?"

My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help but smile, cupping his face as I stood up on my tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “So are you"

P.s: dnnfdhbfhjbdfb uhm luciens a cutie also ignore any mistakes <3 or feel free to tell me

[neilarmstrongssmile]

Ok, I need to talk about it. The Five x Lila thing is uncomfortable and kinda gross to me. But mabye I'm not seeing the vision/my discomfort is not the reason it's a bad idea necesarilly. So... here are some reasons besides that on why it's just a bad idea:

1. Why give Five a love story at all? He had a love story, has had it the whole show - love for his family. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve romantic love (with an actual human), but knowing it's the last season and knowing they have only 6 eposodes mabye don't? Introducing the romance in the second to last episode? And developing it through a montague? It's not enough time

2. What's the purpose of the subway station to the story? The only characters on it are Five and Lila (later also Lila's family + Claire), they don't accomplish anything with it, don't find anything useful, don't learn anything new. It's an excuse to have them get lost there, so that they could fall in love. IT'S THE LAST SEASON! Don't waste a cool location like that! Why didn't other characters get there? Why didn't they get Bennifer there and put Ben on one train and Jennifer on another while they think of another permanent safe solution? Use the subway station for actual plot or get rid of it - and that way we don't have the out-of-character falling in love crap

3. Ok, thay are lost, it's been years, they are loosing hope, they are clinging to the only other real thing. There's no guilt? No talk of Diego, Lila's children? There's no false start? They just kiss, remark it's not weird and live idyllicly together? I don't need depressing scenes of them crying for their family and hating themselves for being together, but what we got was not a relationship created by necessity but a normal falling in love story as if Lila isn't MARRIED CURRENTLY to Five's BROTHER! There should be some weirdness, some discussion of what exactly their relationship is, what would happen if they managed to come back. It's inconsistent (with previous characterisation but that's another thing) - are they genuinly in love, or using each other? Is Lila trully happy and in love, or pretending, while being desperate to come back to reality with Diego and her kids? They seem really in love, but after Five finally (5 months!?!?? WTF that's gross) shows Lila the notebook and she leaves she makes it seem as if she's choosing Diego and her marriage. But then she cannot answer 'Do you love him?', gives Five longing glances, is holding his hand... I know that she could be confused and unsure but it doesn't seem as if she doesn't know, it seems like she acts in the way for all the scenes to be dramatic even if it contradicts what happened previously.

4. So they manage to go back, Lila doesn't immedietly confess to Diego, and when the truth comes out Five is mad? He is in the wrong! He went after his brother's wife, he should be apologetic, he should feel weird to be in Diego's home, not combative. Yeah, your love life is complicated and not everything is roses after your return but it's on you YOU WENT AFTER A MARRIED WOMAN! WITH KIDS! And you're mad at her husband for being mad at you? No, he should be ashamed. And ok, get mad later, say that you were finally happy, and now it's gone, scream it at Lila or Diego, but not from the get go. That makes him seem like such a scumbag .

5. You wanted Five to have a romance. In my opinion unnecessary, but do you. You wanted it to be with Lila. In my opinion very weird choice, but sure. Why have Lila and Diego married? We have a 6 year time skip. They could have been just co-parenting and no longer together (and never married). Why make a subplot where Diego thinks Lila is cheating on him (as a joke) to then make it a reality? Why not have Diego and Lila have this season to grow close as friends and co-parent as a unit after years of conflict and have Diego be supportive of this weird incestuous relationship? (TUA unfortunately is no stranger to that, and UA already has weird and complicated relationships all around) instead of falling apart in such a fashion? IT'S THE LAST SEASON at the very least have all our main characters go out without conflict with each other. Five's lat words to Diego were 'I'm gonna kill you'.

It seems they made this whole thing as messy as possible, but then didn't dive deep into the mess to have some actual drama, didn't adress the mess, didn't vindicate any of those characters. And if you're just creating mess and don't engage with it, and it's THE LAST SEASON mabye you should've just left it alone - Lila and Diego together and happy, and Five doing everything to be with his family, safe. I'm dissapointed.

[paulyenvol6]

Byka Atroksia (Chapter 11)

Contains: detailed smut, p in v, unprotected sex, degrading, praising, possessiveness, inappropriate behaviour between uncle and niece, power imbalance

Wordcount: ~3.29k

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The next day you woke up and with joy noticed that the pain in your belly had fully vanished and you felt filled with energy. You were still bleeding and it was uncomfortable but compared to the sorrow yesterday, it was a relief.

While your handmaiden Nysah took care of your hair you had time to let your thoughts fly and of course they immediately clung to Daemon. You couldn’t help but smile and quickly tried to supress it so your handmaiden, who you had a very friendly relationship with, wouldn’t ask any questions. Daemon had been so soft and kind to you. He had genuinly wanted to make you feel better and you felt butterflies in your stomach. They way he had watched you… You had seen something in his eyes, he had cared and had been looking out for you. You saw in the mirror that your cheeks were bright red and at this point Nysah just had to ask.

"Princess. Are you quite alright? You’re face is glowing." You nodded and tried to stop yourself from smiling. "Yes. I’m fine, Nysah."

She frowned but nodded while braiding your hair. "Are you feeling better? I can tell Hewett to bring you a tea." You quickly shook your head.

"That’s not necessary. I’m fine."

Your handmaiden sighed and pulled at a strand of your silver hair. "What are you always doing in the night that makes your hair so messy? I always put your hair up before you go to sleep and yet it is so tousled."

You had known Nysah since you were born and she was a bit like a mother to you. She had taught you how to read, told you goodnight stories and had comforted you when you had fought with your sister. So you never felt like she was your servant but rather like she was a person of trust or protector.

"I’m sorry. I don’t know why they are that way.", you lied and nibbled at your thumb nail.

"Stop that, Princess.", Nysah immediately said and softly pulled your hand away. "You’re ruining your appearance if you do that." She sighed. "Well. You’re done, you can go have breakfast." You nodded and smiled at her and then quickly left the room.

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You were walking through the corridor with a little nervousness in your belly. You were just eating your meal when a king’s guard had entered the room and told you that your father wanted to see you. You had quickly finished your meal and now followed the knight to the King’s chambers. You had a strong idea what this meeting was about and yet you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about what he would say to you. What if he had changed his mind?

The knight opened the door and announced your presence and then you entered the room. The rising sun lit up the room and you saw your father behind a table, leaning over it to read a piece of parchment.

"Ah. Daughter, yes. Come here." You walked towards him and Viserys gestured you to take a seat. "I have something to discuss with you."

"Of course, father. What is it?"

He sighed and sat down as well. "It concerns your betrothal with Jorlan Stark and I believe you will welcome these news partly." You frowned and pretended to think.

"The betrothal is ended. You will not marry the boy." You widened your eyes and looked at your father questioning, doing your best to act like this was new to you.

"But why?"

"You don’t have to pretend like you are not happy, Vhaela. I know that you weren’t thrilled by this. Well…"

And then your father told you what Daemon had already done except the part about the fact that this betrothal realistically couldn’t happen. You frowned, looked surprised at the right moments and then in the end crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Mhmm.", you made. "I guess… I mean Braavos is very far away…"

"I know. And it would give me great pain to send you away, but perhaps it won’t get this far. And if it does I will make sure to send my best and bravest soldiers with you to protect you. It is hard, but as the protecter of the realm I can’t let my heart control my mind. I have to think strategically."

You nodded but tried to look a little sad. It hurt you so much to lie to your father like that but you knew you didn’t have a choice.

"Forgive me, daughter, but you have to excuse me now. I need to talk to Daemon and prepare him for his travels." You abruptly turned your head and glared at your father. "What travels?"

Viserys grabbed a piece of parchment and folded it. "He’s going to Storm’s End. He is to negotiate with Lord Orwen Baratheon to sort out what is gonna happen to Evenfall Hall after the rebellion against the Tarths. Their house is weakened and I need him to consult with the Baratheons and make sure they establish a new head of the Tarths that won’t get overthrown by these criminals again."

You slowly nodded but felt miserable. He would leave? Again?

"But why Daemon? Why are you not sending your hand?"

Viserys sighed. "Daemon has proved himself surprisingly obedient and loyal to the crown the last couple of months. I want to trust him with a bigger mission to see if he will act with responsibility and a clear head." You nodded again but felt a little numb. "It probably won’t take long. He will go on Caraxes and I believe they will figure it out within a week. Excuse me now."

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You spend the next week most of the time feeling bored. You strolled through the gardens, spent time with your sister but couldn’t really feel fully happy. When you were alone you daydreamed about your uncle. You missed him terribly and wondered if he also thought about you sometimes. He simply always seemed like the didn’t care about anything. Of course you knew that to some extend he did care about you but you still had this image of him being carefree, fiery and without fear or contemplation. You missed him so much that it hurt in your stomach. Ever since he had left there was something new living inside you, a demon that had wrapped its hand around your heart and squeezed it. It didn’t let you breathe freely and you felt like only Daemon could remove it. You tried to act happy and normal in front of your sister and your father but deep down you just wanted to close your eyes and open them again when Daemon was back in King’s Landing.

And after 8 days and 8 nights of suffering, it was finally time. You heard about it in the morrow while drinking a tea in the dining room with your sister and father.

"Your Grace. Lord Orwen has sent a raven from Storm’s End." Your heart jumped and you grabbed your cup tightly. You knew that nothing had happened to him, you simply knew. It was Daemon, one of the strongest and most fierce fighters in the seven kingdoms. You couldn’t imagine that any knight could possible have a chance against him in a battle.

"The negotiations are finished. Daemon is set to return before noon." Joy and happiness flooded your system and you had to surpress the wide smile on your face. You couldn’t remember feeling ever so carefree and light. He would return today. You would see him today. The whole morning you felt so full of adrenaline and literally jumped through the corridors. You had to be careful not to seem too happy so you would awake suspicion in Rhaenyra or the King but it was hard to hide your feelings.

And then, shortly after noon, you first heard and then saw it while you were unpaitenly sitting in the gardens.

"Dragon!", someone shouted and you looked up to the sky. There he was. You could only see Caraxes from far away but your insides fluttered. You quickly made your way to the Dragonpit. You ran as fastly as you could, didn’t care about your shoes or the hem of your dress that would get dirty. You ran and then found yourself standing on the grass, looking up to the sky. Caraxes landed elegantly and you saw Daemon, looking like an angel in his armour. There was no sight of Rhaenyra and your father, perhaps they were on their way to the pit right now.

Daemon took off his helmet and smirked smugly at you. Then he climbed off his dragon and walked calmly towards you. You, on the other hand couldn’t act so relaxed so you ran to him and jumped in his arms. Your sister and father weren’t here and you knew that the dragonkeeper didn’t care whether you hugged your uncle for a second or an hour. So you tightly hugged him, crossed your legs behind him and buried your face in his neck. Daemon chuckled and wrapped his arms around your back.

"Little owl.", he said against your hair and held you up to his chest. You knew that your clothes would get dirty because he was covered in dirt and mud but you couldn’t care less. After a while Daemon brought you back to your feet and grinned down at you. "That’s a very pleasing welcoming." You smiled and wished that he would look at you like this forever.

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A few hours later, it was late in the afternoon, you sat in the gardens with your sister, your father and Daemon and ate cake. Daemon told about his time at Storm’s End and you had a smile on your face that couldn’t be wiped off. Your father was seemingly pleased with how his brother had acted and negotiated and seemed relaxed as well.

Then, after another hour the King left to attend a meeting with his hand and the three of your remained in the gardens.

"Uncle.", Rhaenyra suddenly smiled. "Would you like and come see the new Dragon saddle I have for Syrax? It is made of fine meereesian leather."

Your uncle slightly glared at you and you held your breath. You craved some time with him alone and now nervously wished he would be able to make it.

"Another time, yes, niece. But please excuse me for a little while. I need to rest for a bit."

Rhaenyra gulped and didn’t look delighted but nodded. "Yes. I understand."

You unconsciously bit your lip and hoped you weren’t completely off and Daemon didn’t actually wanted to be alone right now. But with one look at you, you were almost certain about what he had on his mind.

And yes, minutes later you were pressed against the wall in his chambers and his mouth devoured your neck. "I fucking missed you, little owl.", he growled and his teeth slightly pulled at your soft skin. You moaned unsatisfied because you just wanted more of him.

"Please, Daemon. Please I need you.", you whined. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you clung to him breathing heavily. Daemon was fast, wild and impatient. Your dress was half – pulled down revealing the base of your breast and his mouth savoured your skin while his hands pressed your shoulder against the wall. When it wasn’t enough he pulled your dress further down until your hardened nipples were exposed to the air. They looked so seductive and Daemon wrapped his mouth around your left.

"Mhmm.", you wailed. After a while he moved to your right nipple while his hand took care of your left breast. He stroke your skin, massaged it while nibbing at your nipple. It drove you crazy and you wrapped your arms around his neck to make him do more.

Daemon was torn apart between diving his head between your legs to get a taste of your sweet cunt, tease and edge you and eventually get you to release for him and wasting no time and fuck you. His cock was throbbing for your hole, he was eager to insert himself inside you but licking you sounded tempting as well. In the end his cock won, though. He was rock hard against his abdomen and couldn’t wait any longer. He had to feel you around him, feel your walls clench, the warmth of you….

So Daemon kissed you on your mouth again while swiftly lifting your skirts and pulling down his trousers. Once he had removed both your undergarments he stroke his cock a few times and looked at you with flashing eyes. You bit your lip in anticipation of what was to happen now. Daemon hastily ran his tip over your wet slit and then inserted himself in you. You both moaned and you grabbed his shoulder to support yourself.

"Argh.", you whined feeling so full by his thick cock. He moved one of his arms under your arse to hold you up while his other grabbed your face and caressed your cheek.

"Look at me.", he growled when he saw your eyes fluttering and you quickly forced yourself to open your eyes again.

"You are mine, little one. You were fucking made for him. This body is mine. To do with as I please." You clenched around him at his filthy words and his thrusts were quick, hard, forceful. His tip hit deep inside you over and over again and you already knew you wouldn’t be able to walk after this and in the morrow. His hips slammed against you and you almost couldn’t keep up with his pace. You breathed heavily and just tried to keep your eyes open while getting fucked hard against the wall. His lips found yours again and he kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Touch yourself.", Daemon hissed. "On your pearl. If you want to release."

Even though your body felt so weak already you obeyed him and reached between your bodies. You managed to find the little nub and started to slowly circle it just like Daemon always did. You had never done this before but simply did what felt good to you. And it did, together with the stimulation you received every time Daemon hit that spot inside of you, you soon felt yourself being driven closer to the edge.

But then your uncle suddenly stopped slamming inside you and carried you away from the wall. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, knowing that you probably were too tired and powerless to cling to him and he laid you down on his bed. You expected him to crawl over you and continue to take you but instead Daemon grabbed your hips and manhandled you on your stomach.

"Get on your knees and hands.", he breathlessly spoke and you after you had done it, Daemon pulled you a little closer to the edge of the bed and then thrusted into you from behind, him still standing on the ground. It was a whole new feeling and you felt him even deeper. He managed to reach an area that he hadn’t been able to before and you sighed loudly.

"Oh, yes. Daemon." He took hold of your hips and moved them according to his deep pushes so they met his thrusts. He groaned loudly and threw his head back. Your walls were truly magical to him. They stimulated his cock so well and you felt so… warm and wet. Perfect for him.

Then one of his hands wandered to your lower back and he gently pushed you down on the bed. Your chest now touched the bed and you rested the side of your face on it as well. His hand wandered to the back of your head and Daemon excerted a little bit of force and pressed you into the mattress. Your moans were suppressed by it now and Daemon held you like this for a while until he moved his hand to cup your breasts. You remained like this, resting your head on the bed and felt your body move against the sheets because of his powerful thrusts and then you suddenly felt a sharp pain on your ass. Daemon had slapped your ass and then ran his hand over your skin.

"Oh, little owl. I’ll fill you up so well. I’ll fill you with my seed until it’s gonna leak out of you." Then his hand roughly grabbed your wrists and he moved it between your legs.

"Come on, I told you this already. Touch yourself if you care about releasing. I won’t wait for you.", Daemon growled and you did as he had told you. Your finger rubbed your pearl and you felt even more pleasure washing over you. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, messier and faster. Daemon was so close to shooting his seed right into you.

"Fuck.", he hissed and his fingers painfully dug into your hips. You increased the pace of your finger on your little pearl even more and felt pleasure running through your body. Then you suddenly clenched around Daemon and the tension released all over your body.

"Argh.", you cried out and your head weaklessly laid on the bed. Feeling your walls tighten around his cock had been the last straw for Daemon and he loudly moaned while releasing inside of you.

"Seven hells.", he sighed. "Such a good little whore you are for me.", he smirked and got close behind you to whisper against your ear. You blushed at his filthy words and smiled against the bedsheets. Then he suddenly yanked back your hair and you were pulled on your hands and knees again. He kissed your neck and gave your ass a soft slap.

"Mhmm… this cunt of yours. A fucking dream." Then he let go of your hair and you turned around to lay on your back. You watched him while he put his shirt back on and playfully shifted on his bed.

"Can I stay here tonight?", you asked with a teasing smile and Daemon couldn’t hide his smirk.

"Sure.", he spoke. "As if I would throw my precious niece out of my chambers at such a late hour." You both knew that you acted riskily and dangerously but you felt like you were on a cloud right now and everything else except Daemon didn’t feel important while Daemon naturally just didn’t care about worrying about things. He trusted that it would go fine and if it didn’t he’d had to think of something to fix it. He didn’t waste his time being frightful of what might happen and act with responsibilty so he just crawled onto his bed and you laid on your side and pressed your still undressed body against him. He gently wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer and toyed with the strands of hair that fell into your face.

It didn’t take long until he heard that you had fallen asleep and Daemon closed his eyes as well. Soon, he also felt his mind drift away but after what felt like a few seconds he woke up again. You were steadily breathing against his chest and Daemon was happy you could get some sleep at least.

After a while he knew that he needed to get some fresh air, just go on a quick stroll and then he might become tired and would be able to sleep. So he carefully removed your arm that had been laying on his chest from him and then quietly got up. He walked to the door, opened it and then headed towards the gardens.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHAT THE HECK?????? OMFG?????

do you want me to DIE op??? BRO PAL AMIGO FRIEND I'M SHAKING SO BAD like wow okay wow first of all how DARE YOU??

HOW DARE YOU drop this bombshell of a piece on me RIGHT as i'm about to sleep and make it so goshdarn BEAUTIFUL i'm literally getting tears in my eyes i'm SERIOUS!!! >:'Dc

god look at herrr omg i don't even know HOW you managed to draw her in the way i always envisioned her to be so effortlessly but man you sure are one underrated little bean<33333

Hi @yuriyuruandyuraart I drew ur girl :>

This fem cross design is by the amazing artist I have just tagged, and Og cross is by jakei95

[zwolfgames]

|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader

Requested: /

Warnings: Alastor, condescending behavior, off putting interactions.

Parts: Part 1, Part 2 (You are here), Part 3

The two of you sat peacefully on the kitchen floor for quite a while. Alastor asked you about songs and he showed you his favourite's in return.

It was quite a sweet moment, considering the situation. Listening music during an extermination. Who would have tought?

Alastor hums along to a song he put on. You have to admit, he has a soothing voice. Indeed perfect for a radio host.

A violent scream of pain from outside shook you out of the calmness.

You had almost forgotten about the death outside...

Alastor eyes you curiously.

You may not know it, but he finds you calming to look at. No sharp edges... that big jellyfish cap. You look.. lets say, squishable.

Tough he knows better then to touch now.

"You aren't scared, are you?" Alastor hums in a sing song manner. Teasing smile on his lips as usual.

"There's no need to be scared when I'm here to protect you." He further widens his grin. You just nod meekly, opting to agree with anything he may say to spare your life.

"Y/N, dear. Don't you think you'd look better with a smile?" Alastor tilts his head so he can look right at you, trough the veil of stinging tendrils.

"No... not really? I don't have a lot to smile about." You blink up at him blankly. You see him tilt his head to the side in either curioustity or annoyance.

"How about you smile for me?" Alastor seems to smile even wider at his own ideas.

You attempt a little smile as to not get murdered on the spot.

Alastor seems content and had to stop himself from tilting your chin up to see better. Tough the only thing really stopping him were your tendrils.

"Y/N, is there perhaps a way for you to not sting?" Alastor asks.. way too obviously.

"No." You answer without hesitation. And even if there was, you wouldn't ever turn them off. Hell is dangerous and this guy is especially dangerous.

"I see. A shame, you look soft to touch." He admits casually. You almost cringe and resist the urge to back off. Why does he pull out the creepy shit after you two had a nice music moment?

A moment of silence passes, its awkard to you but the radio demon seems nothing but pleased.

"Say, my dear. What else do you presume we do while waiting out the extermination?" Alastor asks as if this is some playdate.

And truly, to him it was.

"Um... I have papers somewhere, we can.. draw?" You offer awkardly, you only have a destroyed kitchen to work with here. But you don't think he'd have appreciated playing minecraft anyways.

"Drawing, are you capable of that?" Alastor asks in amusment. You almost feel insulted at the way he asked that.

You just nod and take some papers from a cabinet. Finding pencils was a bit harder but you managed.

And Alastor defenitly noticed that you gave him the better pencil.... How sweet and considerate of you.

He doesn't know a lot of sinners who would do that...

Second mistake: A show of Kindness.

Well, atleast drawing time went on peacefully. Alastor was humming a tune with that radio effect enhancing his voice, it was quite calming and your stress ebbed away from you slowly as you just focussed on your drawing.

You aren't sure how much time passed before Alastor stopped humming but he snapped you out of your creative trance.

"What do you think ,dear?" Alastor smiles a bit more genuinly.

He holds up his pencil drawing of... you. Just You. With your little smile.

You blush faintly in a rather shy manner and try not to look away from his drawing.

You didn't know he had a talent in drawing. You also didn't know you were drawing eachother. Yours was just todays made up OC.

"Thats.. very pretty... I'm flattered." You mutter out in embarrasment. Alastors grin widens.

"I just wanted to capture you, as I carry no camera's on me." Alastor boasts as if that's the coolest thing ever.

"Thats neat." You stick a thumb up, it therefore comes out under your stinging veil.

You notice your mistake quite quickly as your hand is taken in the Radio demons.

"I knew it, soft. You're quite untouched, aren't you? Well, that would be obvious, seeing your ability." Alastor smirks. It's as if his main goal this whole time had been to grab a hold of you.

He's quite cold, pointy fingers. Kinda eery.

"Oh look at your little startled face. You're adorable." Alastor teases with slightly lidded eyes.

You attempt to pull back out of embarrasment but he holds on.

"Are you scared?" 

Alastor asked in a more serious voice.

"Not really, you're just cold." You answer simply, hoping thats a decent enough answer.

"Is that so?" Alastor hums, a twitch in his smile as he lets go.

He stands up and summons his cane.

You refrain a flinch as you fear the worst but he instead just summons a couch and a bunch of books.

"Come, sit. We still have some hours to pass."

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Cool

Tag list: @ceramic-raven , @oo0lady-mad0oo

[pop-punklouis]

Thank you so much, he’s doing really really well now! Sober and in a much happier place. And that has given me another lens to see Liam through and that’s where my sadness is right now: he didn’t make it out of his suffering. Fuck, it’s so unfair that not everybody sees their lives get better. So seeing people just have no empathy because they don’t understand that addiction can make many things be true at the same time?? Ugh. I can’t understand this thing where people want to have this proselytizing absolutely virtuous judgement on the goodness of a person. Judging whether a person is worthy of being treated with dignity. You have no idea what you’re talking about and it’s taking cheap shots at a person who in this case is no longer here to say anything back. Liam didn’t have the chance to be whoever he was going to become as an adult and to me that’s so so fucking sad and I wish people would consider that addiction complicates how you should see a person. Anyway. I’m sad he died and I’m sad it was violent the way it happened and I’m sad that I better understand how low things were for him for a long long time because nobody deserves to feel so bad so relentlessly. 🤍

modern society's empathy deficit is such a concerning thing. even how everyone must turn things into jokes now. how topics or news or content must be ironic or dismissed away by shitposts or memes which completely just. ruins the integrity of so many things. not to sound like *old man waves fist and screams at sky* but media is genuinly rotting our brains to the core.

these are two great articles i read and kept in my folders a while ago when i was in grad school that talk about that:

How technology is harming our ability to feel empathy

Empathy, Narcissism, Alexithymia, and Social Media Use

Also didnt Ethel Cain just vent her frustrations on the irony epidemic? (let me go look hold) yes here it is. **disclaimer i'm not comparing any of this here to liam's death etc. obviously. it's just another artist talking about their frustrations with how people on social media just. react to and engage with things**